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localplaguenurse · 10 months

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Now I come into your ask with my usual deranged horniness//HIT

You've done the wifey seeing their past self bc ley line anomalies but consider.... wifey meeting past Morax

Do I want wifey to be sandwiched by Morax and Zhongli and this is my excuse? .....Maybe

wasxdfcghvhjbj but fr imagine past Morax being like, so this is life after winning the archon war (or even retiring from archonhood) hmmm and being so smitten with wifey like damn future me scored I want them <3

(Wifey can barely handle ONE Morax let alone two)

This has not been beta read. Also read prev leylines fic for context because I'm treating this as a part two.

Few mortals travel to Guili Plains these days. It's been a few decades since blood was last shed here, as it's been a few decades since the end of Liyue's Archon War. By now, new plant life has already begun to prosper, though the land still bares noticeable scars.

You're fortunate enough that your body is still youthful, if only because the body of a twenty-one year old can walk off a rough trip better than a fifty-three year old's. The grass is lush enough that any old cuts in the ground are obscured, making for some pretty frequent tripping hazards. You're glad you wore your painting attire, as it would kill you to get grass and mud stains in your nicer clothes.

You've talked with Morax a handful of times about Guili Plains, notably if he was comfortable with you or your children exploring it as you know this place holds a lot of his memories, good and bad. He has told you he is okay with you exploring, so long as you're careful and let him know when you'll be back. You've yet to have any issue with his conditions, save for maybe being careful, but it's not your fault that there are so many hidden cracks and gashes that you always stumble at least once when you visit.

Picking your various pencils and brushes up out of the grass, you look up and pause.

Of course you recognize the figure ahead of you, resting next to a large boulder. What shocks you, though, is the state he's in. The white of Morax's cloak is stained red, as is the tip of the polearm propped up next to him. You freeze up, a hand covering your mouth, before you quickly make your way over to him. What is he doing here. Why is there blood? How much of it is his? What happened?

"Morax?!"

His head snaps in your direction, and something about the harshness in his face stops you in your tracks. He's never given you this look, not once. You've seen him upset and angry but not like this. He stands up, and when he steps forward, he towers above you.

He tilts his head, and though he seems irritated over your intrusion, he also seems... confused?

You snap out of it and step forward, grabbing one of his arms. "What happened? Are you okay?"

He pulls his hand back immediately, taking a step back. He stares at you, almost bewildered, before a smirk cracks across his face.

"Aren't you a bold little mortal..."

The growl in his tone sends a shiver up your spine. You open your mouth to say something, but then you absorb his words.

Bold little mortal.

You two have been married for going on thirty years now, and have had a brood of five children now. He doesn't refer to you as a "mortal," but by a slew of more endearing pet names. Not only that, but he's never taken an almost patronizing tone with you like this.

It clicks.

This isn't your Morax.

Well, not yet. You have a flashback to the incident at the monastery, where you had comforted your former self. To have Morax first and foremost not recognize you, but also refer to you as a little mortal is indication enough of this. Not only that, you can see he has fewer scars on is body, and the ones he does have seem fresher. Whatever happened at the monastery is happening again.

Morax leans down, seemingly amused by your bewilderment. "Hm? Oh, has the cat caught your tongue, or however you mortals use that phrase? You were so confident in approaching me, so what's changed?"

You clear your throat, and you consider how you want to phrase this explanation. I mean, this is just a memory of Morax, seemingly. You don't have to interact with him, but you also want to.

You figure it's better to get this out of the way.

"I'm your wife."

"..."

Morax tilts his head back and quite literally roars with laughter. You feel it thundering in your chest as he hollers. He wipes a tear from his eye, still chuckling, before he grins down at you.

"You are quite possibly the most confident or most foolish mortal I've yet to meet," he says, "and I truly must thank you. I haven't heard a joke like that in years."

You sigh, turn around, and move your hair away from your neck to expose the mark he left there. "I don't quite know how to explain this," you tell him, "or why you are here, but you're a younger version of my husband, and I am your future wife." You let your hair back down and turn to him. "W-We got married near the end of the Archon War, and you claimed me maybe a year later."

Morax looks you over, analyzing your attire, your figure. He circles you, like a wolf sizing up its prey, taking in every detail of your appearance.

"While I admit that you are a rather pretty little thing," he purrs, "I hope you take no offence when I ask why I would marry a mortal woman."

"There's a small village, it's maybe a week's travel north from Mt. Tianheng," you explain, "it has an even smaller monastery. It has an orchard full of ginkgo trees and a shrine dedicated to you. There's a seal put in place to keep the village safe from demons and the Archon War."

Morax pauses.

You continue. "The shrine was broken, and since I was shrine caretaker, the blame was put on me. My abbess..." You look down at your feet. "My abbess gave me to you as payment to fix the seal... You... You would later on kill her for mistreating me all my life."

"... How?"

"You turned her to stone," you say, "and then shattered her body like pottery."

"Hm... I admit, that does seem like something I would have done," he says, "and your knowledge on the shrine lends credence to your story. Still, I have difficulty believing you could be my little wife."

"Why is that?"

He chuckles. "You're very small compared to me. Most mortals have difficulty handling my... form, so I highly doubt you would fare well..."

You blush, but find yourself chuckling with him. You cross your arms. "Considering I've given you five children, I think I handle you very well."

It's Morax's turn to be surprised. "Five...?"

"The last pregnancy was twins," you tell him. "We have two sons, three daughters. They called you baba, and some of them still do. Our oldest, Yānjiáng, calls you father nowadays."

"You gave me... five children?"

"I can show you the stretchmarks."

Morax's face is void of emotion as he considers your words. He stares at your face, looking for any sign of dishonesty or perhaps delusion. Surely, you must be delusional, approaching the Warrior God like this, with no fear and claiming to be his future wife and mother to his five children. He doesn't find any, which is even more bewildering.

After a moment, he smiles. There's still something slightly mocking to it, as though he thinks you're lying, but there's a softness to his expression as he regards you.

"You weave an interesting and truly unbelievable story, little mortal," he states, lifting you chin with clawed fingers, "though I must admit, I'm intrigued. I suppose I will have to find you in the future to see if your story holds any merit."

Morax leans down to kiss your forehead. When his lips disappear, so does he, along with his bloodied polearm. You touch your forehead, and still feel his lips lingering on the skin.

The encounter leaves you with artist's block, simply unable to focus on recreating the scenery. You gather your thoughts and things, and begin to head home. You weigh in your head if you want to tell your Morax about the encounter, if he'll believe you at all. You know he trusts you, but that's still a strange claim to make.

... You're definitely going to ask him to do the growl voice more, though.

#ask #as gold as the ginkgo trees #crys!#zhongli x reader #morax x reader #i am so sorry this got long #beta's gonna kill me-

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canadiankakashi · 2 years

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i mean. i'd be willing to beta it 👀

👀

It's oh so incredibly tempting to take you up on that

#might just send you the first chapter and some plot details once the first bit is done #see if you survive it or not ;P #might even throw in some exhels for funsies to sweeten the deal #because them<3 #heck yea! asks!#crys!

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cat-arsenal · 2 years

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hey pal, I see you're having issues between your blog and your friend's. I figure I should let you know that I'm not getting notifications when you reblog/like something of mine. Like, I see reblogs on my dash, but my activity pane shows fuckall ;w;

Thanks for the info! That being the case, seems it's either a problem with my blog or with a wider swath of Tumblr itself (not surprising.)

#thank you #<3 #TUMBLR #*headdesk*#crys!

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menlove · 6 months

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I've never played a more perfect card in the 10 years I've been playing this game

#I started to cry I picked it up right before this black card was played too

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mikewheelerfan2022 · 23 days

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Reblogging would be a great help, but don’t feel pressured to

#I think they’ll all be even at 33.3%#If my math is wrong I will cry

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hycinthrt · 3 months

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people are calling what happened today in gaza “the flour massacre”

the flour massacre

these people just wanted to get food for their families, something as basic as flour, one of the things that the very core of humanity is built on, and israel used it as a trap to murder them in cold blood

evil is not enough of a word. there is not a word to describe what they are doing to palestine. they are bleeding her out, they are torturing her and crushing her and hoping that nothing is left to remember her by when they are done. how can anyone stand and watch what is being done with indifference? how can you watch this level of human suffering, this crime against life and feel nothing, do nothing

#i cant stop crying #the entire world is watching as they die #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #war on gaza #ceasefire now #israel #from the river to the sea palestine will be free

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sergle · 10 months

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this tweet is making me choke to death

#real though #sergle.txt #i'm sorry ik i don't generally post other ppl's tweets but i've been crying at this for a few minutes now

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junkartie · 6 months

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The creator of squid game spending years trying to get his point across that exploiting the poor and desperate for entertainment is bad watching netflix make a spin off of his fictional series where they in fact exploit the poor for entertainment

#me watching the single father of 2 cry because his little candy brokw and now he wont be able to feed his kids #like. idk man

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beebundt · 3 months

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im busy with an art trade but wanted 2 share some recent scraps of charlie. i haven't posted abt her in years oh my god

#nudity cw #my art #art #illustration #drawing #artists on tumblr #digital art #my ocs #oc #ocs #original character #charlie #charlie raine quill #god i need to change her name. n update her in general . CRY

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mckinlily · 6 months

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Plot armor but it’s Bruce Wayne’s wealth.

Bruce is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce does not want to be one of the richest men in world.

He starts by implementing high starting salaries and full health care coverages for all levels at Wayne Enterprises. This in vastly improves retention and worker productivity, and WE profits soar. He increases PTO, grants generous parental and family leave, funds diversity initiatives, boosts salaries again. WE is ranked “#1 worker-friendly corporation”, and productively and profits soar again.

Ok, so clearly investing his workers isn’t the profit-destroying doomed strategy his peers claim it is. Bruce is going to keep doing it obviously (his next initiative is to ensure all part-time and contractors get the same benefits and pay as full time employees), but he is going to have to find a different way to dump his money.

But you know what else is supposed to be prohibitively expensive? Green and ethical initiatives. Yes, Bruce can do that. He creates and fund a 10 year plan to covert all Wayne facilities to renewable energy. He overhauls all factories to employ the best environmentally friendly practices and technologies. He cuts contracts with all suppliers that engage in unethical employment practices and pays for other to upgrade their equipment and facilities to meet WE’s new environmental and safety requirements. He spares no expense.

Yeah, Wayne Enterprises is so successful that they spin off an entire new business arm focused on helping other companies convert to environmentally friendly and safe practices like they did in an efficient, cost effective, successful way.

Admittedly, investing in his own company was probably never going to be the best way to get rid of his wealth. He slashes his own salary to a pittance (god knows he has more money than he could possibly know what to do with already) and keeps investing the profits back into the workers, and WE keeps responding with nearly terrifying success.

So WE is a no-go, and Bruce now has numerous angry billionaires on his back because they’ve been claiming all these measures he’s implementing are too expensive to justify for decades and they’re finding it a little hard to keep the wool over everyone’s eyes when Idiot Softheart Bruice Wayne has money spilling out his ears. BUT Bruce can invest in Gotham. That’ll go well, right?

Gotham’s infrastructure is the OSHA anti-Christ and even what little is up to code is constantly getting destroyed by Rogue attacks. Surely THAT will be a money sink.

Except the only non-corrupt employer in Gotham city is….Wayne Enterprises. Or contractors or companies or businesses that somehow, in some way or other, feed back to WE. Paying wholesale for improvement to Gotham’s infrastructure somehow increases WE’s profits.

Bruce funds a full system overhaul of Gotham hospital (it’s not his fault the best administrative system software is WE—he looked), he sets up foundations and trusts for shelters, free clinics, schools, meal plans, day care, literally anything he can think of.

Gotham continues to be a shithole. Bruce Wayne continues to be richer than god against his Batman-ingrained will.

Oh, and Bruice Wayne is no longer viewed as solely a spoiled idiot nepo baby. The public responds by investing in WE and anything else he owns, and stop doing this, please.

Bruce sets up a foundation to pay the college tuition of every Gotham citizen who applies. It’s so successful that within 10 years, donations from previous recipients more than cover incoming need, and Bruce can’t even donate to his own charity.

But by this time, Bruce has children. If he can’t get rid of his wealth, he can at least distribute it, right?

Except Dick Grayson absolutely refuses to receive any of his money, won’t touch his trust fund, and in fact has never been so successful and creative with his hacking skills as he is in dumping the money BACK on Bruce. Jason died and won’t legally resurrect to take his trust fund. Tim has his own inherited wealth, refuses to inherit more, and in fact happily joins forces with Dick to hack accounts and return whatever money he tries to give them. Cass has no concept of monetary wealth and gives him panicked, overwhelmed eyes whenever he so much as implies offering more than $100 at once. Damian is showing worrying signs of following in his precious Richard’s footsteps, and Babs barely allows him to fund tech for the Clocktower. At least Steph lets him pay for her tuition and uses his credit card to buy unholy amounts of Batburger. But that is hardly a drop in the ocean of Bruce’s wealth. And she won’t even accept a trust fund of only one million.

Jason wins for best-worst child though because he currently runs a very lucrative crime empire. And although he pours the vast, vast majority of his profits back into Crime Alley, whenever he gets a little too rich for his tastes, he dumps the money on Bruce. At this point, Bruce almost wishes he was being used for money laundering because then he’s at least not have the money.

So children—generous, kindhearted, stubborn till the day they die the little shits, children—are also out.

Bruce was funding the Justice League. But then finances were leaked, and the public had an outcry over one man holding so much sway over the world’s superheroes (nevermind Bruce is one of those superheroes—but the public can’t know that). So Bruce had to do some fancy PR trickery, concede to a policy of not receiving a majority of funds from one individual, and significantly decrease his contributions because no one could match his donations.

At his wits end, Bruce hires a team of accounts to search through every crinkle and crevice of tax law to find what loopholes or shortcuts can be avoided in order to pay his damn taxes to the MAX.

The results are horrifying. According to the strictest definition of the law, the government owes him money.

Bruce burns the report, buries any evidence as deeply as he can, and organizes a foundation to lobby for FAR higher taxation of the upper class.

All this, and Wayne Enterprises is happily chugging along, churning profit, expanding into new markets, growing in the stock market, and trying to force the credit and proportionate compensation on their increasingly horrified CEO.

Bruce Wayne is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce Wayne will never not be one of the richest men in the world.

But by GOD is he trying.

#batman #bruce wayne #laws of this dc universe say Gotham is always a hellcity #and bruce wayne is always filthy rich #bruce wayne is fighting with everything he has against both those facts #he’s not going to win #but he’s not going to stop either #bruce crying with fistfuls of money in his hands: take it. PLEASE #the public: donate more???

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localplaguenurse · 10 months

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To say Yaling was starting to get worried was… an understatement.

Feng had never been so quiet for so long…

Her brother was kind of annoying sometimes (well, most of the time) but seeing him like this, just sitting at the table spacing out after taking one single bite, was somehow more unnerving, and not really in a good way.

“Feng…?” Yaling’s brow furrowed “Did something happen?”

“It’s…” He started, looking awfully conflicted. He was even fidgeting a little, fingers scratching at his scales. “I’m- yes I’m fine, I’m good uhhh…” He sighed and dropped his face and arms over the table.

Ok so something was definitely wrong.

“Would you like to talk about it? Hey, we’re siblings after all, if there’s something bothering you maybe I could be of help” She offered, pulling a chair and sitting next to him.

Feng stared at her, seemingly trying to decide on what to say or if he should even speak. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times like a medaka and Yaling was getting increasingly troubled. What could be so terrible as to shake him like this? Did someone get hurt? Was there danger or-

Then he finally spoke up.

“I…” He looked away, gaze fixed on his barely touched plate of food “I accidentally walked in on m-mom and dad…”

Yaling stared. And blinked.

She coughed into her fist. “Oof… sorry for you bro, that’s… certainly a lot to take in” She started, not knowing if she should laugh or feel bad, or a mix of both. Probably a mix of both.

Because really, that must definitely be… very awkward. Yaling shook her head, nope, nope, she did NOT want to think on her parents’ sex life, nope.

Good for them though…?

“Well, I mean mom and dad-”

“That’s not the worst part though.” The youngest started. Yaling froze.

Did she want to know? Because she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know where this is going.

Feng deflated onto the table once more, groaning. He seemed to take a few minutes to collect himself before he inhaled deeply, looked at his sister dead in the eye, and said in a hushed tone:

“Dad was in his full dragon form.”

A pause.

Yaling’s eyes widened like saucers.

“I’m- But-… dad’s dragon form is huge.” Is what she blurted out.

“I mean he was not full size but like…” Feng started frantically gesturing. “He was like all coiled up around mom and-”

“STOP STOP I DON’T WANT THAT MENTAL IMAGE!”

“IF I SUFFER YOU SUFFER!”

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rip the children pls I'm cackling omfg...... (you trust me with you kids and this is what I do I am so sorry) NO BUT IMAGINE WIFEY JUST //HEAD IN HANDS

Dinner is silent. No one can look at anyone for the next week at least.

One day, Feng gets a knock on his door. It's Yānjiáng. He sits down on Feng's bed and pats the spot next to him.

"So... You saw something you shouldn't have."

"... Yeah."

"Been there. It's gonna haunt you for life but you'll get over it eventually."

"Dad was in his dragon form."

"Holy shit. They were normal when I... Yeah sorry no I can't help you with that. That's something else."

"What kind of pep talk was that?"

"I didn't know he was a fucking dragon!"

#ask #as gold as the ginkgo trees #crys!#is this nsfw?#it's canon either way #god poor feng #I let crys have a turn with the kids and this is what she does-

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canadiankakashi · 2 years

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Your fave OC tell me about them yes

>:D

Alright so, it was hard to pick a favorite out of my many many ocs but here's one of my favorites!

Coyote! They're one of my oldest current ocs back from when I was really into superheroes (particularly DC/MHA) a few years back.

They primarily exist in the MHA universe because I like the heroes in that universe more than the other universes. (Nothing against the other universes but I just like the way how pro heroes function/work more)

And as you might have guessed by his name, she has both a coyote and somewhat of a cowboy theme with them wearing a (fake) coyote skull and some gothic cowboy themed attire (gothic cowboy stuff fucks)

I wouldn't say that they're one of my more op ocs but he can definitely hold his own if need be with a mix of really good target accuracy and some ghosts

She is surprisingly one of my least problematic ocs over all, with them not being a bastard and all that.

(also thank you for asking and letting me ramble on about my oc, tis very appreciated<3)

#Coyote's gender has changed a few times over the years so thats why the pronouns change #same with her powers/abilities #and his lore in general #ive also not drawn them in a long time #so i might rb this later with either a picrew or a very very rough sketch of his design #also my favorite mha character is snipe if you couldn't tell #ah fuck now i want to make a ref sheet for them #dammit #heck yea! asks!#cherry's ocs #crys!

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luminixx · 3 months

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