#melon mutt

[fereldanwench]

OC Interview - Valerie Powell

I was tagged by @gloryride forever ago to interview my girl--Thank you, bb! I'm so late to doing this that I'm not gonna tag anyone else, but feel free to yoink it if you wanna do it!

[Answers are directly from Valerie's POV before the heist in 2077.]

.ೃ࿔*:･ NAME?

Valerie Irene Powell. [laughs] Yeah, my initials are VIP. My dad had a dorky sense of humor, and my mom let him get away with it. "Irene" is my great-grandmother's first name on her side of the family.

.ೃ࿔*:･ NICKNAME?

Pretty much just "V" these days, which was all Jackie's doing. A lot of the staff and some regulars at Nishimura's used to call me "Blue," but that was ages ago. Overly familiar acquaintances who don't know me well but think they do usually call me "Val."

.ೃ࿔*:･ GENDER?

Biologically female, no gender alterations or augmentations.

A/N - Valerie is a cis woman, but I don't see that specific language being in her vernacular.

.ೃ࿔*:･ STAR SIGN?

I was born in Night City on October 12 2041. Misty tells me that makes me a, uh--Hey, Misty, what am I again?

[Misty, calling from the other room: Libra Sun with a Taurus Moon and Scorpio Rising!]

Yeah, that. [laughs] Whatever the hell that even means.

.ೃ࿔*:･ HEIGHT?

Tall. 5'10" or 178 cm. And I admit I have a weakness for a sexy pair of heels, so I usually look a lot taller.

.ೃ࿔*:･ ORIENTATION?

People are out here fucking cyborgs with four eyes and chicks with gold dicks and electric nipples--What does this even mean? [laughs] I've never given it much thought. I like what I like, and I've liked a lot of different types of people with a lot of different things going on. [laughs again]

A/N: I say Valerie is bi, because that is the contemporary real-life word that best reflects her sexuality for me when I'm talking about her, but when I was really thinking about it from her POV and in the context of her world, I don't think she'd be too hung up on a label. She'd also probably see her wide spectrum of attraction as closer to the default, not the exception.

.ೃ࿔*:･ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY?

I'm a typical American mutt. My dad's side of the family can mostly be traced back to Western Europe--my grandmother told me "Powell" is an Anglicized form of an old Welsh surname--and my mom's side is from the Eastern Mediterranean. Dad's side has been in NUSA for a long time (like two centuries before it was even called NUSA), but Mom's family has only been here for a few generations.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVE FRUIT?

I just love fresh fruit. It's such a rare treat in Night City--I'll take fresh strawberries or melons over any other kind of sweet treat.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVE SEASON?

Spring! When everything starts turning green and flowers are blooming. There aren't a ton of places in Night City where you can really experience that, but I know a few hidden gems.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVE FLOWER?

Hydrangeas, probably. Especially the blue and purple ones. Oh, and wisteria! A tree covered in blooming wisteria is one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVE SCENT?

Freshly brewed coffee; new car smell; woodsy, smokey colognes and perfumes; real leather; whatever incense Misty uses in her shop; clothes right out of the dryer; lavender; a ton more that I know I'm forgetting!

.ೃ࿔*:･ COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE?

Strong coffee, black, maybe a little sugar if I'm feeling indulgent. Tea is nice, but it's not my caffeine fix. I like a cup of lavender or chamomile tea at night. Hot chocolate is too heavy and rich for my taste. A sip is nice, but I could never finish a cup.

.���࿔*:･ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP?

I try not to get any fewer than 6 hours, but that's easier said than done some nights. Okay, most nights.

.ೃ࿔*:･ DOG OR CAT PERSON?

You know, I've only ever seen one dog in person. A childhood friend's family had one--I don't know the breed, but it was a yippy little shit and it bit me! Never really wanted to see another dog, if I'm honest.

I like cats, though. There's a stray that hangs by Misty's place--He's the sweetest little guy. I picked up a bag of kibble we keep there to feed him when he comes around.

.ೃ࿔*:･ DREAM TRIP?

I've actually traveled a lot--My parents had to go to Biotechnica's HQ in Rome a few times when I was a kid, and they usually turned those trips into an excuse to have an extended European vacation. And I went all over the globe working for Arasaka for 7 years. I'd love to go back to Japan for non-work reasons.

.ೃ࿔*:･ FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

You're gonna laugh, it's so predictable. In my defense, I can't remember the last time I watched or read anything new--Actually, that's not true. Jackie made me watch one of those Bushido movies last week, and I just don't get it. Anyway. It's Elizabeth Bennet. Don't look at me--What's the next question?

.ೃ࿔*:･ NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH?

Just a sheet and comforter.

.ೃ࿔*:･ RANDOM FACT?

Oh, no, don't put me on the spot like this! [laughs] Um, okay, I shot my first firearm when I was about 7. Under intense adult supervision--My dad was really serious about self-defense and the right to bear arms, which always surprised people because he came across as such a meek science nerd. I didn't like it--It was so loud, even with earmuffs. Funny how things change.

Is that kind of a heavy note to leave on? [laughs again] Okay, how about this one: I can't roll my tongue.

#fem v #female v #fem v friday #oc: valerie v powell #g: cyberpunk 2077 #long post #so the fave character one really confounded me bc who the fuck are fictional characters in this world lmao #and then i was like well we could go classic lit since that still exists #and valerie was a bit of a book nerd when she was younger #and i was like omg valerie is 100% a closet romantic we gotta go austen #and the gender and orientation ones stumped me a bit too bc i just really don't think these would be seen the same way as they are irl #i think valerie would find both questions kind of odd #this was a lot of fun to do though #and the nickname thing was a bit of fun projection from my own irritation at acquaintances calling me a shortened version of my name #that i dont like lmao

[pesoglav]

The yapping mutt has to be dealt with, he is just that a mutt that traffics women and acts tough on social media but requires 24/7 security to stop people for cracking his melon with a brick or a makarov. Any and all westerners in the sex business in Eastern Europe are traffickers and should be either worked to death or executed.

#and don’t get me started on that woman that used to reside in Hungary #these people should be denied private security #that would make dealing with them less of a problem

[daisys-gard3n]

Daisy!!! If you have time, can you categorize JoJo characters and their ideal submissive :3? Example is like:

Baby: Bruno, Jotaro, Jonathan etc.

Oh, this should be funnn

Baby: Jonathan, Robert, Erina, Caesar, Oldwagon, Oldseph, Holly, Midler, N'doul, Oingo, Vanilla, Mikitaka, Reimi, Toyohiro, Tomoko, Bruno, Pesci, Doppio, Gwess, Narciso, Thunder, Enrico, Ringo, Diego (light brat), Blackmore, Mike O., Wekapipo, Axl, Josuke (8), Aisho, Mitsuba (+ Mutt), Norisuke,

Loli: Noriaki, Rubber Soul, Terrence, Koichi, Narancia, Illuso ( + Puppy), Sale ( + Brat), Jolyne (+ bimbo), Miraschon ( + Kitten), Joshu (+ Mutt),

Brat: Straizo, Wamuu (Also fits in Kitten), Jotaro, Daniel, Rohan (Light Fuckdoll as well), Pannacotta, Prosciutto (light Baby in there), Hermes, Johngalli, Jobin (slight pet/slave), Kei

Kitten: Will, Lisa Lisa, Muhammad, Devo, Josuke, Yukako, Yoshikage, Shinobu, Giorno, Trish, Mario, Tiziano, Foo Fighters, Weather, Rykiel, Gyro, Oyecomova, Hotpants (+ baby), Scarlet (Light pet/slave), D-I-S-C-O, Yasuho, Hato, Daiya, Tooru ( + Bimbo)

Puppy: Dio, Esidisi, Dan, Mariah, Keicho, Terunosuke, Leone ( light mutt in there), Risotto (light Pet/Slave in there), Ghiaccio (bordering Mutt), Squalo, Johnny, Dr. Ferdinand ( bordering mutt + Pet/Slave), Magent,

Mutt: Kars, Sorbet, Secco ( + fuckdoll), Diavolo, Sports, Lang, Sandman, Yotsuyu, Tomoki (borderline pet/slave),

Bimbo: Joseph, Jean, Hol, Okuyasu, Yuya, Akira, Aya, Guido, Formaggio, Donatello ( + Puppy), Miu Miu, Mrs. Robinson (+ Puppy), Pocoloco ( + Baby), Kaato (+ Puppy),

Fuckdoll: Santana, Gelato, Melone ( + Puppy), Funny ( + Kitten),

Pet/Slave: Cioccolata

note this is a lot of characters and i def missed some

#not sfw #jjba confessions #h-word lists #minors and ageless blogs dni #aged up #dead dove ment.

[mtoinspo]

135th Mentor's Ball Drink Menu

Cosmopoli-Ted (by Greta)- this cocktail combines some blood red cranberry juice with cointreau, triple sec, lime, vodka, and some iridescent edible glitter. Topped with an orange twist, optional sugared rim, and a little bit of mystery, this tribute to the nametag missing its owner is always served with a smile.

Giraffe's Laugh (by Greta)- a chocolate martini that's just a little bit twisted, just like our favorite safari mutt! Vanilla vodka, chocolate liqueur, creme de cacao, triple sec, and orange juice are stirred, not shaken, and will have you bending over backwards for more.

Out of this Whirled (by Greta)- an alien blend of sparkling lemonade, blue curacao, and melon liqueur, swirled together and ready for takeoff

Blood in Water (by Devin)- Based on the lazy river and the vines waiting below - Grenadine - Blue Curaçao - Mixed berries  - Rosemary

Ash Chaser (by Devin)- ½ oz Real Grenadine, 1 oz gin, 1 oz apple brandy, 2 dashes absinthe, Black Food Dye, Shake all with ice for 10 seconds, Strain into a cocktail glass, Garnish with a rose

Little Green Men (by Kaye)- This sour appletini is guaranteed to blast you straight into outer space! A play on the Space Race mutts, the Little Green Men is cosmically sweet with a starry sour punch.

Serengeti Sunset Sangria (by Kaye)- A fruity red sangria chock-full of lush berries and fruits, topped off with a rosemary lemonade for a summer taste as bright as the Serengeti sun.

Cotton Candy Carnival (by Kaye) - A cotton-candy flavored drink so sweet your teeth just might rot out. It's garnished with cotton candy flavored dot ice cream that sinks to the bottom in a rainbow of colors, and crushed rainbow candy lines the glass rim. Try not to die of a sugar rush!

The Big Top (by Kat)- A drink inspired by the wonderful centerpiece found at every good carnival. The drink itself is made with cherry grenadine, topped with rose petals and mint and filled to the brim with ice. When the drinker stirs with the signature heart shaped straw, causing some of the ice to melt, a reaction occurs and it looks as if the liquid itself is sparkling.

Space Chaser (shot & chaser) (by Rainy)- This drink can be paired with whatever alcohol the drinker prefers, though it is typically served with vodka. Celebrating the two ride vehicle colors represented by 'space race', these drinks come in a starry starry flight. the first drink, red white and blue: vodka, edible sugar petals, and grenadine. the chaser, some lemonade with strawberries floating inside of it. It's truly a race to the bottom.

A Little Panem (by Hair)- This drink is colored red and gold to represent the beautiful country of Panem. It is a combination of tequila and cranberry juice, with a zest of both lime and orange. To add a little extra sweetness, there's a bit of golden honey, and a dash of coarse sea salt ties it all together. From the mountains, to the sea, to the orchards full of fruit, Panem (and this drink) has it all. But be careful! This drink may seem alluring, but indulge in enough of them and you might come out the other side a little disoriented.

A Long Day’s Journey Into Night (by Lena)- When the fireworks have stopped and the rides have grown still in the dead of night, those who remain must reckon with the actions that took place in the light. An anise-flavored liquor pairs here with a dose of ether to create a drink that encourages the consumer to contemplate. What lengths have you gone to? And how far will you go?

Ball Brownies (by Lena)- Mahlon’s special, still made with essence of ether (for as long as supplies last). So what if the price is doubled from last ball? You want the thing or not?

#135 #mb135 #mentors ball #drink menu

[shadowmaat]

Dear Mutt Mullet Wig,

Just stop, already. You're digging yourself in so deep you've busted a pipeline spewing legal concerns. Sip another diamond martini, enjoy the rest of your three month vacation, and just STFU. Listen to the PR peeps screaming at you. Listen to your staff waving their red flags. Just. Shut. Up.

Or, y'know, keep talking. Unlike your idol, Melon Husk, there's a very very good chance that if you keep spewing shitnuggets from your mouth you'll be forced out of your job. You are, after all, only a bargain bin version of him and you have nowhere near the blackmail material to threaten others to look the other way.

[zpl1nt3r3d-b0n3-zhardz]

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[2hatranslation]

Chapter One: This Venerable One Dies

Before Mo Ran became the Emperor, there were always people calling him a dog.

The shopkeepers used to rebuke him as the “son of a dog,” the customers called him a “puppy,” his cousin would swear he was a “piece-of-shit mutt,” and most important of all, his own mother claimed he was “raised by a bitch¹.”

Of course, not all of the dog comparisons were quite so bad. For example, he had the stamina of a dog in a rut. His paramours² always grumbled about that in moments of feigned anger; though his honeyed voice could ensnare the soul, the deadly weapon below his belt was not nearly so sweet, and could steal away one’s very life. But despite their complaints, thinking themselves incredibly clever,³ they would turn around and brag to others afterwards, to the point that the entire district knew that the man named Mo Weiyu’s handsome looks hid a sexual energy that was not so easily quenched. Those who had slept with him were very satisfied, and those who hadn’t wished to be overwhelmed too!⁴

In all honesty, the people who called him a dog were not entirely incorrect. Mo Ran was indeed like a dumb dog thoughtlessly wagging its tail. 

It wasn't until he became the Emperor of the Cultivation World that these names truly disappeared. 

One day, a smaller Sect⁵ from very far away gifted him a puppy. 

The dog was gray and white, with three marks like licks of flame, three spots of reddish fur⁶ upon its forehead, almost like a wolf. But it was only about as large as a melon, and was just as round and fat⁷ as one besides; and it thought itself very fearsome indeed as it dashed about the great hall with wild, reckless abandon. Sometimes it tried to climb the high steps to try to see the lord seated upon the throne, but because its legs were just too short, every attempt ended in failure. 

Mo Ran had stared for a while at that energetic, witless little furball, before bursting into laughter. Through his guffaws, he couldn’t help but call it a stupid mutt. 

This little puppy swiftly grew to become a large dog; then that large dog became an old dog; and finally, that old dog became a dead dog. 

Mo Ran’s eyes fell shut and then he opened them once again. His life had been filled with endless ups and downs, so much so that he stopped caring what people thought of him.⁸ And just like that, thirty-two years had passed. 

He was tired of all the games, the boredom, the loneliness. As the years passed, fewer and fewer familiar people remained by his side. Even the three flames had been snuffed out. bereft of purpose, his will to achieve great tasks or to prove anything to anyone had gone with it.⁹ And he thought, it’s about time to bring all of this to a close. 

He picked up a crystalline, plump, expensive looking grape and slowly peeled away its purple skin.

Like the King of Qing peeling off the Orchid Consort’s robes, his movements were deliberate yet pensive; there was a slowness to it, a creeping exhaustion. The grape was biyingying,¹⁰ so delectable and soft in his hands; its juices spilled out, purple and delicate like the wild geese flowing from the Danxia region, like the haitang blossoms fluttering asleep in the spring. 

Like dirty blood. 

He swallowed the sweet nectar while examining his fingertips before blinking lazily. 

He thought that the shichen was almost up. 

It was time for him to go to Hell. 

Mo Ran, Mo Weiyu. 

The Cultivation World’s First King. 

It was not comfortable sitting in such a position. What one needs is not just extraordinary cultivation skill, but also a thick skinned cheekiness.

Before he had unified the realms, the Ten Great Sects fought each other as fiercely as tigers and dragons over divided territories. Since the sects were all constrained by one another, it was impossible for one sect to rise above the rest. Moreover, the Sect Leaders were all holier-than-thou nerds who spent too much time reading the classics! Even if any of them considered messing around with titles, they would have been too wary of how history would perceive them in the future, too afraid of being remembered in infamy.¹¹

But Mo Ran was different. 

Mo Ran was a liumang, a hooligan. 

What others feared to do, he did it all. He drank the most fragrant wine in the world, married the most beautiful woman in the world. First he had become the leader of the unified Cultivation realm—the One Who Stepped Upon Immortals, Taxian-Jun¹²—and only then did he grant himself the title of Emperor. 

All surrendered to him. 

All those who did not wish to surrender were driven to absolute extermination.¹³ His tyrannical reign over the Cultivation realm could be described as bloody and sorrowful.¹⁴ Numerous cultivators fought and lost; the Rufeng Sect from the Ten Great Sects was even destroyed completely. 

Even Mo Ran’s esteemed master was unable to escape from his demonic grasp. Having lost to Mo Ran in a duel, the esteemed master was taken and imprisoned in the palace by his beloved disciple, never to be heard from again. 

The once-clear waters of the Yellow River are now misty; the once-peaceful seas had become utterly chaotic.¹⁵

The Dog Emperor wasn’t one to spend his days reading and he was a man without any taboos,¹⁶ so during his reign, many ridiculous and absurd actions were taken. For example, just look at the dynastic names of his reign:

For the first three years of his rule, the Era Name he selected was “Wang Ba,” or “Pimp Bastard”,¹⁷ which he had thought of as he was sitting by his pond and feeding fish. 

For the second three years, his Era Name was “Qua,” or “Croaker,” which was divinely inspired by the calls of the frogs in his courtyard during the summertime; surely, this would not disappoint the gods. 

The literati¹⁸ thought there could be nothing worse than “Pimp Bastard” or “Croaker” for an Era Name, but they really didn’t know Mo Weiyu at all! 

During the third Era, dissenters started crawling from their holes to move against him.¹⁹ Whether they were Buddhists, Taoists, or spiritual Cultivators, those who could no longer stand Mo Ran’s tyranny began to rise up against him, one right after another. 

In response, Mo Ran thought about it for a long time; and after countless revisions, his Earth-Shattering Majesty, feared by both ghosts and immortals alike, chose the new Era Name of “Jiba,” or “Peacemaker.” 

So the implied meaning wasn’t bad: the words the Emperor had thought up were taken from the spirit of the statement, “Stop the War, Cease the Troops;”¹⁹ however, the literate few seemed… just a little embarrassed by speaking the name. 

Those who were illiterate felt the title to be even more awkward… 

Spoken aloud, the “The First Year of the Peacemaker” sounded… well… like the Reign of “Cock and Balls.”²¹

The second year sounded like “the Second Year of the Cock.”

The word Cock was used for the third year too. 

People started cursing his name behind locked doors. “Ridiculous! Why don’t we just call it the Century of the Dick to complete this circle? Going forward, if you ask a man, no need to ask for their age. Just ask how old their dick is! You can call a hundred year old master, A Hundred Year Old Dick!” 

Finally, these three difficult years passed too and it was time to replace the long-suffering title “Peacemaker.” 

People from all over the world waited fearfully²² to see what the Emperor would come up with for his fourth Era Name, but this time Mo Ran no longer had the possibility to even consider one because in this year, the turmoil in his realm finally exploded. The heroes who had swallowed complaints and endured hardships for ten years finally united together to form a vast army, millions strong, ready to attack the palace of the Emperor Mo Weiyu.²³

The Cultivation world did not need an Emperor.

Especially since this one was such a tyrant! 

After months of bloody persistence, the rebels finally came to the foot of Sisheng mountain. This steep mountain in the Kingdom of Shu²⁴ was surrounded by clouds and mist year-round, with Mo Ran’s palace standing majestically upon its apex. 

The arrows were already notched;²⁵ they were already so close to overthrowing this tyrant. And yet, this blow was also the most difficult. Though the hopes of victory were already in the eyes of the men, these strangers who had gathered to fight the same enemy, they also began to harbor doubt and fear.  If the old emperor was destroyed, then who was to say that there wouldn’t be some new order? Nobody wanted to take the first step and take the lead in attacking the mountain. 

They were also afraid that this tyrant would secretly mount a surprise attack,²⁶ baring his beastly teeth and destroying all those who dared to attack his palace, shredding them into so much trash. 

Someone said darkly, “Mo Weiyu still has high spiritual powers and is still dangerous. We need to be cautious and not fall for his ways.” 

The generals all agreed. 

At that moment, a young man with an extraordinarily beautiful countenance came forth. He wore light silver-blue armor and a belt with a lion’s head in silver clinched at his waist; his ponytail was high and fastened by a silver hair piece. 

This young man’s expression was ugly. “We’re all at the foot of the mountain and you’re still hesitating and complaining, not wanting to go up! Do you want to wait for Mo Weiyu to climb down himself? What a timid, useless group of garbage!” 

As he said this, the surrounding people became enraged. “How can Master Xue even talk? What is wrong with being cautious? All soldiers need to be cautious. If we’re all irresponsible and reckless like you then who will be responsible when something goes wrong?”

Immediately, someone else taunted: “Hehe, Master Xue is the Pride of the Heavens.²⁷ We are just ordinary men. Since the Pride of the Heavens can’t wait to brawl with the Emperor of the Human World, then why don’t you just go up the mountain first? Let’s have wine and snacks at the bottom of the mountain and wait for you to knock Mo Weiyu’s head off, would that be good?” 

These remarks were a bit aggressive. An old Buddhist monk stilled a young man who was about to attack, then turned towards the young man named Xue, expression full of sympathetic kindness. “Master Xue, please listen to what this old man says. This old monk knows that you and Mo Weiyu have a deep personal grudge against one another, however the palace invasion is far more important. You ought to think of others.” 

This important person²⁸ called Master Xue was named Xue Meng. More than ten years ago, he had been a promising young leader, a pride of the Heavens. 

Yet much time had passed and—as powerful people who lose their power are commonly degraded—he now had to endure the ridicule and harassment of these people just to face Mo Ran again. 

Xue Meng’s face twisted. He tried his best to hide his shaking lips when he asked, “So then, how long will you wait?” 

“At least until the timing is right.”

“But what if Mo Weiyu has laid out an ambush?” 

The older monk who had spoken earlier tried to persuade him again, “Master Xue, do not worry. We’re already at the foot of the mountain and it’s better to be responsible. Mo Weiyu is now trapped in his palace and cannot come down from his mountain. He has already extended himself to his limits.²⁹ There are so many impressive and wealthy nobles here. What will happen if we all lose our lives?”

Xue Meng suddenly became furious. “Responsible? Then let me ask you, who is responsible for my Shizun’s life? Mo Ran has entrapped my Shizun for ten years! For ten years! Right now, my master is on that mountain! How can you make me wait?” 

When people heard him mentioning his Shizun, their expressions twisted with guilt.

Some people looked ashamed while others looked to the left and then to the right, muttering discontentedly. 

“Ten years ago, Mo Ran became the immortal monarch and planned to slaughter the seventy two cities of the Rufeng Sect as well as wipe out the remaining nine martial Sects. Later, he claimed himself Emperor and desired to drive you all into extinction. Who finally stopped him from causing these two catastrophes? If it wasn’t for my master fighting to the death, would you all still be alive? Can you stand here and speak to me with a clear conscience?” 

Eventually someone coughed and spoke gently, “Master Xue, don’t be angry. We feel guilt and gratitude towards Master Chu’s actions. But, as you said, he’s been under house arrest for ten years. If something had already happened…well, it happened a long time ago. We’ve all been waiting ten years and there really isn’t any hurry, right?” 

“Fuck you! Just go fuck off!”³⁰

The man’s eyes widened. “How can you say such things?” 

“Why can’t I say this? My Shizun…he stayed and fought to the death to save people like you…these people like you…” 

He couldn’t speak anymore, choking out, “I am unworthy of him.”

At the end, Xue Meng turned his head forward, his shoulders trembling as he held back tears.

“We didn’t say that we weren’t going to save Master Chu!”

“That’s right! We all know of Master Chu’s goodness, we won’t forget about him. When you say something like this Master Xue, you’re acting very ungrateful, calling us faithless! Some of us really can’t stand for it.” 

“That being said, isn’t Mo Ran one of Master Chu’s disciples?” Someone else added softly, “I want to say that if the apprentice is up to no good then the Master should also be held responsible. After all, ‘it’s the father’s fault if the son is lazy; it’s the teacher’s fault if the student is poorly educated.’³¹ It’s just the nature of the world. There’s nothing to complain about.” 

That was needlessly cruel, and some immediately stopped drinking. “What nonsense! Watch what you say.” 

The man then turned his head to persuade Xue Meng with a consoling expression.  

“Master Xue, don’t worry.” 

Xue Meng viciously interrupted the conversation, his expression full of pain. “How can I not be in a hurry? You speak without heartbreak, but that’s my Shizun! Mine! I haven’t seen him for so many years! I don’t know if he is dead or alive, I don’t know how he is doing, why else do you think that I am standing here?” 

He panted, his eyes red-rimmed. “Do you think that if you wait like this, Mo Weiyu will come down from his mountain by himself, to prostrate himself before you and beg for mercy?” 

“Master Xue…”

“Except for Shizun, I don’t have anyone else important in the world.” Xue Meng broke away from the old monk who was gripping his clothes and hoarsely spoke, “If you don’t go, then I will just go by myself.”

Having given his speech, he went up the mountain alone, with only his sword. 

The cold, damp wind carried a thousand leaves; in the cool fog, it felt as though they were countless ghosts whispering and rustling in the mountains and forests, seemingly expressing their own grievances.³²

Xue Meng walked alone to the top of the mountain where Mo Ran’s majestic palace awaited him, lit with peaceful candlelight against the night sky. Right next to Tongtian Pagoda, he suddenly noticed three graves. As he approached, he saw that the first grave was covered in grass, with eight crooked and ugly characters declaring: “The Tomb of the ‘Nobly Chaste’ Empress Chu.” 

Opposite the tomb of the “Steamed” Consort³³ was another tomb, freshly covered with soil and chiseled with the title, “The Oil-Fried Empress of the Song Family.”³⁴

“…”

If this was something that happened ten years ago, Xue Meng would have laughed at such an absurd sight. 

Back then, he served the same master as Mo Ran. Mo Ran was the type of apprentice who would always play tricks and tell jokes. Even though Xue Meng had not particularly liked him, he would still have been amused by him half the time. 

This Steamed Empress, this Oil-Fried Empress…he didn’t know whose ghosts these were! These were probably the tombstones set by the “Talented” Mo Ran for his two wives. They were not dissimilar to his “Pimp Bastard,” “Croaker,” and “Peacemaker” titles. But why would he give such titles to his queens? It was unknown.

Xue Meng looked at the third grave. There was a bottle of White Pear Blossom wine in front of the grave, a bowl of cold red oil and a few spicy dishes—all of which had been Mo Ran’s favorite foods. 

Xue Meng stared at it blankly, shocking himself. Could it be that Mo Weiyu didn’t even want to resist? Had he already dug his own grave and resolved to die in it?

A cold sweat overcame him. 

He couldn’t believe it. Mo Ran was always someone who will fight until the end, never knowing the meaning of exhaustion; he’s never been one to give up and would rather fight to the death with the rebels. How could he…

During the last ten years, Mo Ran was at the apex of his power. What did he see? What happened? 

Nobody knew. 

Xue Meng turned toward the brightly lit Wushan Temple.

Inside the Wushan Temple, Mo Ran’s eyes were closed and his complexion was pallid. 

Xue Meng was correct — he had planned to die. Outside, the third grave was one that he had dug for himself. A shichen ago, he had dismissed all his servants via teleportation and poisoned himself. Given that his own Cultivation level is high, the poison’s properties spread particularly slowly through his body. Therefore, his suffering was prolonged and the destruction of his internal organs was far more agonizing.

Creak. The door of the palace opened. 

Mo Ran, without raising his head, only hoarsely asked, “Xue Meng. It’s you…are you here?” 

Above the golden bricks in this hall, Xue Meng stood alone, his ponytail mussed, his golden armor reflecting the borrowed light. 

Brothers meeting again under the same roof! Mo Ran was emotionless, sitting on his side with his slender and thick eyelashes curling in front of his eyes. 

Though everyone called him a demon with formidable abilities,³⁶ he was actually a very beautiful person. The curve of his nose was well proportioned; his lip color was pleasant. His entire physical appearance conveyed one of gentleness and sweetness. Judging by appearance alone, one might think that this was a good, skilled, and desirable person. 

When Xue Meng saw his face however, he knew that he had indeed poisoned himself. Xue Meng didn’t know anything else, but he stopped talking, squeezing his hands into fists. “Where is our Master?”

“…what?” 

Xue Meng loudly explained: “I ask you, where is Shizun? Yours, mine, our master?!” 

“Oh.” Mo Ran snorted quietly before opening his violet irises, diluted to blackness. He appeared to be far away, distant, as though he and Xue Meng were mountains and valleys apart.³⁷

“Oh, you and Shizun have not seen each other for five years, since that farewell at the Snow Palace in the Kunlun mountains.” 

Mo Ran smiled slightly.

“Xue Meng, do you miss him?”

“Stop being ridiculous! Give him back to me!” 

Mo Ran only glanced at him calmly, showing no discomfort from the pain in his stomach as his mouth twisted mockingly before leaning back upon his Emperor’s seat. 

Vision darkening, he could feel it clearly as his insides twisted and dissolved, turning into foul blood. 

But Mo Ran only drawled, “Give him back to you? Stupid. You didn’t even think at all. How could I allow our Master to live in this world when I hated him so deeply?”

“You!” Xue Meng’s entire face complexion turned bloodless, eyes widening as he stepped back. “You cannot…you wouldn’t…!”

“I don’t know…what can’t I do?” Mo Ran replied gently. “You just talked about it, so why can’t I do it?”

Xue Meng trembled. “But he is your…he is your Shizun. How could you do something like this?” 

He looked up at Mo Ran sitting on his throne high above. As Fuxi dwelt in the Heavens and Yama in the Underworld, so was Mo Weiyu on Earth.³⁸

But Xue Meng thought, even if Mo Ran became the Emperor of the Human World… even still, he shouldn’t be like this! 

Xue Meng started trembling all over, his tears rolling with his hate. ‘Mo Weiyu…are you still human?! He used to…” 

Mo Ran raised his eyes then. “What did he used to do…?” 

Xue Meng trembled. “How he used to treat you, you should know…”

Mo Ran smiled suddenly. “So you want to remind me of how he used to beat every inch of my body until it was black and blue?³⁹ How he made me kneel down in front of everyone important and confess my sins? Or do you want to remind me how he used to stand in front of you and all those other nobodies, hiding all my good deeds and showcasing all my crimes?” 

Xue Meng shook his head in pain: "..."

No, Mo Ran!

Please just think about it, let go of your horrible hate. Look back.

He once took you in to practice martial arts and protected you well.

He once taught you how to read so that you could read books, understand poetry, and paint. 

He learned how to cook for you, and hurt his own hands from clumsiness.

He even used to…he used to wait for you to come home day and night, awake and alone from dark until dawn…

There were too many words in his throat so in the end, Xue Meng only choked and said: 

"He… he has a terrible temper and his words are always awkward, but even I know he treated you so well, why are you… how can your heart bear such a thing…!” 

Xue Meng raised his head; he still had many tears to cry, but his throat was blocked and he could not continue.

After a long pause, a soft sigh was the only sound amidst the dark halls. “Yes.”

“But Xue Meng… don’t you know?” Mo Ran’s voice was tired. “He killed the only person I loved dearly. The only one.”

A dead silence filled the room then. 

Mo Ran’s stomach felt inflamed, his flesh and bone torn into a thousand pieces. 

“Well, for better or for worse, he is still my teacher, and I am still his apprentice. His corpse is in the Red Lotus Water Pavilion in Lanfeng. Lying amidst the lotuses, it’s well preserved enough; one could pretend he is merely sleeping.” Mo Ran calmed down as he said this, face expressionless, fingers resting upon the long red sandalwood case. His knuckles were already the pale blue of sickness. 

“His corpse’s state depends upon my spiritual abilities to keep it from rotting. So if you miss him, don’t bother with me here. Go to him while I am not yet dead.” 

With the sweet taste of phlegm in his throat, Mo Ran coughed a few times. When he finally spoke again, there was blood glistening between his lips and teeth, yet his eyes were relaxed and calm. 

He said hoarsely, “Go! Go see him. If I am dead and my spiritual powers can no longer support him, his body will turn to ashes.”

And just like that, Mo Ran closed his eyes sullenly, feeling that poison attacking his heart, his entire body tormented by flame. 

The pain was so all-consuming, even Xue Meng’s mourning cries felt remote, as though the noise came from across a vast ocean. 

Blood continued to gush from his mouth, his muscles cramping. 

Once he blindly opened his eyes again, Xue Meng had already run away. That brat’s abilities weren’t bad; it wouldn’t take too long for him to run to Nanfeng. 

Xue Meng really should be the last one to see Shizun’s visage. 

Mo Ran stood up weakly, his body swaying. His bloodstained fingers created a seal which he used to teleport himself to Sisheng Peak’s Tongtian Tower. 

At this time, it was late autumn, when the haitang tree blossomed. 

He didn’t know why he chose to end his sinful life here, but perhaps since the flowers blossomed so splendidly, it was quite a fragrant place to die. 

He laid in the open coffin and gazed upon the blossoming flowers at night, petals streaming down around him.

One petal settled upon the coffin; another settled upon his cheek. One after another, and just like that, the past melted away. 

In this life, he had gone from being an illegitimate child with nothing,⁴⁰ to having lived several lifetimes, to becoming the only Emperor of the world. 

He was an extremely guilty man; his hands were covered in the blood of those he loved, those he hated, those he wanted, those he despised. Still, in the end, nothing was left. 

Ultimately, he did not write anything glorious upon his own tomb. Not the shamelessly proud “Emperor of All Time,” nor even anything as absurd as “Oil-Splattered” or “Steamed;” not a single word. In the end, there was not one sentiment left for the tomb of the first Emperor of the Cultivation world. 

A stupid show, a farce that had lasted for ten long years had finally come to an end. 

Several shichen later, when everyone finally rushed in with torches, leading a trail of light into the Imperial Palace, what waited for them was the empty Wushan Temple, the empty Sisheng Peak, the Red Lotus Water Pavilion… And there was the desolate Xue Meng, surrounded by ashes, crying numbly to himself. 

In front of the Tongtian Pagoda, Mo Weiyu’s corpse had already gone cold.

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Footnotes: 

1. ‘狗娘养’ is slang for ‘son of a bitch’ for example, “狗娘养的!… 我正赶过去” is “Son of a bitch…I’m coming over.” 

2. “露水情缘” refers to a temporary love, a short lived love 

3. the exact phrase is ‘卿卿性命’, a line is from Dream of the Red Chamber by Cao Xueqin. In the story, the antagonist Wang Xifeng has many power plays, exploits, connections, and riches; however, she dies of depression and essentially gets “cancelled” due to her many schemes. So this chengyu is sometimes used to mock and ridicule those who become victims of their own cunning plots. I think this passage is best interpreted as “his lovers didn’t like him and spread rumors about his monstrously Big Dick Energy, but it had the opposite effect from what was intended.” If any Mando speakers have greater insights, I’d love to hear it! 

4. “心弛神摇” means to be overwhelmed, to be swept away (which given the context and Mo Weiyu’s character appears quite sexual.) This historical line comes from Ming Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng's "Jin Ping Mei Ci Hua.” I feel as though this passage may have been translated by me a lot more suggestively than the original text may have done given the various connotations, so take it with a grain of salt. 

5. Xiaoxianmen or 小仙门 is just a little sect. Baby sect do-do-do-dodododo

6. 三簇火 isn’t something that I’ve personally heard before and my Weibo buddies were asleep but the Machine Translation claims to to be “three slashes of flame upon its forehead” which I think sounds a bit preposterous. So I’m translating it rather as “three spots of red.” 

7. This is one CHONKY ASS DOGGO 滚胖浑圆 is legitimately my favorite phrase of all time. I am using it to describe all chonkybois! This dog is legitimately my favorite character so far, forget Mo Ran! Forget Chu Wanning!

8. So this line was also a bit tricky given Chinese structure. There is a possible translation of his life as having ups and downs, prestige and sorrows but the exact chengyu ‘宠辱跌宕’ comes from the ‘Story of Yueyang Tower’ where the protagonist claims that being happy means to enjoy a good wine in the breeze and to forget disgrace, fame and misfortune. It’s quite a poetic line and one of the favored lines that my own beloved laoye used to quote to me.

9. “连三把火都狗命归天,” literally “even the three flames are dead,” references both the death of the dog and “新官上任三把火,” “three fires for new officials,” meaning that new people need to do a few great things to prove themselves and their capabilities. From the Romance of Three Kingdoms, when the newly appointed strategist-general Zhuge Jiang burned the anti-villain Caocao’s forces three times to achieve glory & solidify his status as a government official. In this case, the death of the dog, Mo Ran’s last loyal companion, symbolizes the death of Mo Ran’s desire to continue serving as emperor. 

10. I felt that translating it did a disservice, the term ‘碧莹莹’ refers to something truly delicious! As delicious as how jade looks. This entire passage is SUPER purple prose-y and really speaks to Mo Weiyu’s ideas of beauty 

11. 龙盘虎踞 is “to fight like dragons and tigers do” and 相互掣肘 means “to fetter” from the one of the Histories of the Spring and Autumn Period. I’m pretty sure both these lines were derived from the same classic Chinese work but I can’t find it atm. “更何况诸位掌门都是饱读经典的翘楚，即使想封自己个头衔玩玩，也会顾忌史官之笔，怕背上千秋骂名” okay so this line is actually really interesting, and since we’re all in a gray area with translation anyways, I might as well provide this line especially if anyone has a different interpretation. But for me it’s very much  “https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nmqQlW-sMo”. Mo Ran is essentially calling them “fucking nerds.”

12. Taixian-Jun, hello babe. 

13. 赶尽杀绝 is from Ming Xu Zhonglin's "The Romance of the Gods".

14. 哀鸿遍布 literally translates to “a screaming wild goose” and typically is used to describe people who are suffering from thirst and hunger. It’s VERY telling that Roubao used this line to describe it because typically it’s used to describe mostly man-made calamities. But the actual idiom or hongyan yufei comes from the Book of Songs or Shi Jin and the swan goose or hongyan is a rare goose found in Inner Mongolia and close to Russia, symbolizing winters. (http://www.xueshucn.com/p/1290.html here is a source you can T-Translate to learn more about this phrase) 

15. 河清海晏 “river clear, ocean peaceful” is directly translated in the text and is typically an analogy for a peaceful world, having come from Tang Zheng Xi's "There are Prince Fu in Japan.” Followed by the second chengyu “乌烟瘴气” “black smoke, foul atmosphere” means pandemonium. “The entire order has been upended!” is the essential meaning by pairing these two chengyu together. Bad times all around, folks. 

16. 百无禁忌 or there is no taboo, which means nothing is taboo. From Qing Fan Yin "Yue Proverbs, Famous Objects and Customs".

17. “王八” is a homonym for “forgetting the eight [righteous traits] which include filial piety, loyalty, loyalty, trustworthiness, etiquette, righteousness, integrity, and shame. it’s actually quite clever of Mo Weiyu to have such a play on words, as “王八” also means “turtle.” So Mo Weiyu was fishing, saw a turtle and immediately made this play on words. Finally, “王八” is also slang in more modern Chinese for “pimp” which I felt could be added given Taixian-Jun’s massive Big Dick Energy but you can just use “Bastard” or “Son of a Bitch” too. 

A bit of a cultural note but essentially every three years Mo Weiyu picks up a new era name. Here’s a good resource for you if you want to learn more but essentially the “Era Name” is sort of describing your hopes for this reign. Other countries do it too, for example in Japan it’s currently the Reiwa Era, which started in 2019. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_era_name

On that note, the name ‘呱’ comes from the sound that frogs made, but could also be used to describe someone super whiny. 

18. Literati — well-educated people who are interested in literature

19. 蠢蠢欲动 which I wanted to point out that the more direct translation is “stupidly crawling like a worm.” This line generally has a lot more connotations of villainous/coward/idiot people conspiring to make trouble. 

20. 罢兵休戈 or “Truce and Strike” and while it might be more aptly translated as “The Man To End Wars” given the English fandom, I felt that Peacemaker was a little bit more elegant. 

21. This is actually quite clever again, if very vulgar. essentially 戟罢元年 or The First Year of the Peacemaker is a homonym for 鸡巴圆年 or “Cock and Balls.” Put these two words in Google Translator or a Chinese reading app and you’ll hear the slight similarities though the tonal sounds are different. The pinyin for those who are interested in reading: jǐbàyuánnián (The Peacemaker’s First Year) vs jībāyuánnián (Dick and Balls)and the messages below further stretches the wordplay essentially culminating in the line “You can just ask how old his dick is!” 

22. 胆战心惊

23. So “浩浩汤汤” is another one of my favorite descriptions. From Song Fan Zhongyan "Yueyang Tower" it just means teeming with people,  vast magnitudes of people. 

24. The Kingdom of Shu stood in the present day Sichuan Province. 

25. “箭在弦上” so this chengyu essentially refers to being forced to take an action as the response to another’s action. There’s a difference between this and the more familiar adage “the die is cast,” as “the arrow upon the string” actually means that due to whatever external REASON you HAVE to take this action. There's a really interesting story involving Cao Cao that you can find by searching this up on Baidu. 

26. “从天而降” or “mounting a surprise attack, an unexpected coming” is directly translated as “coming from the skies.” This I believe comes from Journey to the West’s Chapter 31 whereas one of the characters had explained “Brother you are unexpectedly here to rescue me from most dire straits!” The term ‘埋伏’ means ‘traps/ambush’ and shows up later.

27. I believe that the fandom term for “天之骄子” is the Darling of the Heavens but it’s a semantic difference. I’ll translate it as the Pride of the Heavens given the fact that it comes from the Emperor being referred to as ‘Son of the Heavens’ and means people with talents, wealth and connections. It also has somewhat “Young Master” energy to it too where someone would call people who are young, arrogant and think of themselves as hot shit back in the 1980s-1990s. My uncle still gets called this by his friends after going to Beida. The word “骄” means pride/arrogance and has somewhat more negative connotations. 

28. “众矢之的” means important/revered and 虎落平阳 comes from a Chinese proverb “龙游浅水遭虾戏 虎落平阳被犬欺” whose literal translation “people who are powerful or powerful lose their power or advantage and will be devalued and harassed.” 

29. 强弩之末 which means that the bow and arrow fired by the strong crossbow has reached the farthest point of its range, which is a metaphor for the exhaustion of a powerful force. From "Historical Records · Han Anguo Biography".

30. 去你妈的 basically means “f*** off.” It literally translates as “go to your mother.” The exact line is “对？去你妈的对!” where he used the “Right?” To essentially tell them to go fuck off/go run towards your mother. To piggyback on this, the next two lines are super tragic too “居然是为了救你们这种……这种……” and his line “I am unworthy is “我替他不值” goodness poor Xue Meng. 

31. “所谓子不教父之过，教不严师之惰” is the exact line, I’ve paraphrased it as best I could in English.

32. Okay so this line is HELLA poetic taken from “I Don’t Know the Distance of My Lord” by Ouyang Xin from the Song Dynasty. The most poetic lines are “I don’t know how far away you are after your departure, how desolate you have made me! In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo speaks of the rhythms of autumn, the thousands of leaves are full of grievances. To even dream of you upon my single pillow, only to find that the dream has burned out like a candle wick!”

33. Okay so this is kinda interesting. Because the term “卿贞” or nobly chaste is a homonym for “清蒸” steamed. 

34. Yeah… 

35. 昔日同门再聚首 comes from the line “昔日同门再聚首，就算立场不同，兄弟永远是兄弟” 

36. 三头六臂 describes a formidable person 

37. 隔着层峦叠嶂的岁月 is how I’m translating it given the context of this line. 

38. Fuxi is the Creation God in Chinese legend, the creator of humanity. Yama is the god of the Underworld. 

39. 体无完肤 means there is no good skin on the whole body. Describes the whole body is hurt. It is also a metaphor for all of someone’s explanations being refuted, or being criticized or scolded severely. From Jin·Chen Shou "Three Kingdoms·Weizhi·Deng Ai Biography".

40. 一无所有 to have nothing

#2ha #2ha spoilers #husky and his white cat shizun #dumb husky and his white cat shizun #meatbun doesn't eat meat #erha #ranwan #danmei #mo ran #chu wanning

[artesesarthouse]

Steven Poke-verse: Melon mutt

more melons!

PREV LVL SPD> LVL ATK>

This is a Steven universe and Pokemon crossover project. The idea is to make the creatures, gems, and monsters from SU into pokemon, which yes includes giving the original creature a pokemon dex entry as if it were a pokemon. This project follows the themes of pokemon and guidelines for how evolutions and design looks. This project isn’t to design “better’ pokemon then the games. This is a fun, creative project I’m passionate about and would like you the viewer to understand what this is about. Thank you for reading, please leave a like and comment, much appreciated.

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#steven universe #fakemon #pokemon #watermelon stevens #melon mutt #mask island #pokedex #fakdex #fan art #fakedex #crossover #AU

[yellercrakka]

Summer is nearly here and I can’t wait to slice into a delicious Melon Mutt oops, I mean, totally normal watermelon...

Steven Universe - Pumpkin Pup and Melon Mutt Earrings by YellerCrakka

#steven universe #believe in steven #melon mutt #pumpkin pup #watermelon #crystal gems #pets #watermelon steven #su #yellercrakka

[unendingly-random]

My pup enjoying the snow and investigating the camera

#melon the mutt #puppy #dog photos #dog

[winstonsadventures]

🍉🍉🍉 (2)

#i just love him so much #look at this baby eating a watermelon #i wanna die #winston #winstons adventures #dogblr #petblr #watermelon #spring #summer #melon #dog eating watermelon #dogs and food #mutt dogs #rescue dog

[reclusiverisottonero]

-pulls up to the drive thru-

Can I get uhhhhhhhhhh Ghiaccio headcanons and a large strawberry shake please?

“Thanks for your order, pull on up to the first window…”

⬇ Ghiaccio Head Canons underneath the cut! ⬇ (MINORS / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS DNI)

b. Veneiza, 1977 / 24 (as of 2001), 5’7”

Born and raised in Veneiza, which is why he went on that tirade in that one scene. Also hates tourists.

Wont tolerate being called a manlet from anyone other that Risotto (who very rarely jokes about it), because everyone in La Squadra is a manlet compared to him.

Not a born stand user, he didn't even know how to ice skate until he got White Album! Melone and Risotto helped him come up with a training plan to master his stand.

Being a very good swimmer helped with this. You don’t grow up in a city constantly flooding and not learn how to swim.

He’s specifically trained in speed skating. So he’s developed a shit load of core and back strength. Not to mention his ass is 🤌 👀

He likes the aesthetics and idea of cats, but has never owned or really knows much about them other than....soft.

Actually prefers (adult) dogs. He had one growing up that he accidentally trained to be his therapy dog and would calm him down when he was ready to explode from anger or was feeling depressed. Can't really own one because of his job so its become harder for him to regulate his emotions in a healthy way.

The dog he had as a kid was a mutt, if he had the choice now he would get a standard poodle as a properly trained therapy dog. He’ll go on about how they’re ideal for him, but he also really likes their fur and thinks they’re cute.

Prosciutto helped him pick out his red glasses!

Raised by a single mother and is an only child, but they lived with his extended family so he was sliiiightly spoiled.

He was one of those babies that practically needed glasses straight out the womb. Just imagine a baby Ghia in those little glasses that wrap around his entire head.

Chose is stand name because some of his first memories are of him listening to The Beatles with is mother, who is a huge fan.

"....and here's your strawberry shake! Thanks for stopping by and have a great day!"

#ghiaccio #jojo ghiaccio #ghiaccio jjba #ghiaccio headcanons #ghiaccio jojo #hcs 💭 #ask #jenorca #WHY does tumblr want to stretch out that top image im dying please make it stop

[rat-father]

throw mint into an ice bath still fully clothed, and when they're done refuse to let them dry off so they have to walk around in soaking wet and freezing cold clothes

i really wrote this first thinking it'd be short just for this to end up being 850 words tagging; @octopus-reactivated @writerat @onlybadendings -- tw;; pet whump, multiple whumpees, dehumanization, implied dubcon, ice bath, passing out, whumpees comforting each other, implied starvation, intimate whumper -- Master Finley ran his fingers through Melon's hair, staring out the window. White snowflakes fell down onto the ground already covered with a thick layer of snow. They took a peek up at his expression, the corner of his lips parting into a grin. They recognized the glint in his eyes, a new idea sparking inside him. His hand paused, resting on their head as he turned to face Mint.

"Mint, dear. I think its time for you to get a bath," Finley started.

Melon held their breath, making brief eye contact with the other pet.

"Go wait in the bathroom."

Mint swallowed dryly, hoping whatever was about to come would be bearable. Nodding obediently, it stood on shaky legs as it hurried off and left the two alone.

"Now, you, go prepare yourself in the bedroom and wait for me there," he murmured. "I need you to be ready by the time I'm done."

"Yes, Master Finley."

He watched Melon take their leave, rolling his sleeves up as he made his way to the bathroom. The mutt was already undressed inside, kneeling on the cold tiles by the bathtub. He ignored it as he turned the faucet on, lowering the temperature as much as it would allow. He could see Mint shivering in the corner of his eye.

"Put your clothes back on, those need a wash too."

It hesitated slightly before obeying the command, their thin clothing not doing much to keep it warm. It shook its head, attempting to shake off its anxiety and prepare themselves for the inevitable torture up ahead. He flashed it a smile as he walked back out the room, footsteps echoing through the walls, seeming louder then ever. The constant running water behind its back serving as a warning for what was about to happen. He returned sooner then the pet would've liked, a bucket filled with ice cubes held loosely in his hand. He set it down on the corner of the bath, waiting a few more seconds before turning the water off.

"Get in." Finley nodded his head at the water.

Mint slowly stood up, cringing at the cold as it put one foot in. He huffed, taking it by its collar and forcing them in completely, landing face first into the water. It gasped for air as it pulled its head back up, barely having blinked before the ice was dumped all over them and running down its back. It yelped as they hit its head and bounced off it, sharp corners digging into them. Its clothes absorbed the icy water quickly, sticking to its skin like glue along with its hair. Whimpers involuntarily left its throat, body curling up on itself to maintain whatever heat it got. He chuckled lightly, pushing back its wet hair.

"You can stay here while I get back to more important things. Don't you dare move."

Tears pricked in Mint's eyes, gaze following him out the door. It barely contained its sobs, a sharp headache piercing accompanying the lightheaded sensation going through them. It leaned on the side of the tub, weakly holding itself upright so it wouldn't fall unconscious. Every breath was more shaky then the last, the rise and fall of its chest keeping it occupied as it listened to the soft noises that made it through the walls. Mint imagined itself laying next to Melon in bed, a warm blanket covering both of them and providing warmth to their thin bodies. It only had to hold out until then, each second bringing them closer to the night, and the time they could rest. It wiggled its fingers around, fingertips a lot more wrinkly then before.

Melon carefully opened the door, nervous to look around the corner, scared of what they might find. "Mint?"

It flinched, turning its head as best as it could as they approached them.

"You can get out now. Master send me to get you."

They helped it stand up, slowly sitting it down as soon as it was out, its legs giving out underneath them. Mint didn't hear them call out its name as it passed out, falling forward onto their chest. Its head throbbed with dull pain, making them feel sick. The world slowly came back to them, its back pressed against the warm heater meant for towels. Melon's green eyes stared directly into theirs, filled with worry and confusion. They blinked, waving their hand to see if Mint would react. It gave them a small smile, pushing itself into a more comfortable position. They sighed in relief, pulling it into a hug despite their clothes also getting wet.

"Come on, Master said dinner's almost ready."

They took its hand in theirs, leading them back to the living room. The smell of hot soup invaded its senses immediately, mouth watering at the thought of having something to eat. Finley stood inside the kitchen, watching the bubbling pot and adjusting the heat. Melon dragged Mint to a corner out of his sight, pressing its shivering body against theirs and tangling both their legs, enjoying each others company before it would be ripped away.

#whump #pet whump #conditioned whumpee #multiple whumpees #intimate whumper #tw implied dubcon #torture whump #captivity whump #implied starvation #curious melon

[melon-boyy]

👀 oc you ship with melon? :3c /tell me more/

First of all I love you?? My OCs are my biggest special interest and I consider them my most favorite hobby, but I almost never get anyone who's interested in hearing about them so I cherish these rare moments so so much 💞💞💞

Get ready for a serotonin-boosted infodump because I am autistic and I Do Not Shut Up 💖

Her name is Ajima and she's an ugly bitch who I love very much. She has a toyhouse with a more detailed bio! I use toyhouse mainly for storage and not to share publicly so it's not THAT prettied up but it's actually one of my better ones bc I love her a lot

Ajima is a mutt, as in dog hybrid of a chinese crested, pitbull and schnauzer. My headcanon is that dog hybrids aren't quite as unaccepted by society as hybrids between fully different species, as they're still dogs at least. However crossing anything with a chinese crested was a bad idea regardless.

She's a mostly-hairless dog with the muscular built of a pitbull, the moustache of a schnauzer and patches of coarse fur that really only make it worse rather than save it. (We're going by animal human standards, not human ones. You know the "hair" is definitely not pretty to them)

Ajima is a lil bastard who works at a small club near the black market as a sex worker and dominatrix, specializing in pain play (hehe). She may not be much to look at, but she has low predatory instincts due to being a full dog, which enables her to indulge in more dangerous kinks with herbivores without endangering them. To her, it's a form of venting, as she's been mistreated all her life, so she enjoys to, in a way, enact revenge through this, but without it being too illegal. She loves to be in control, but she doesn't want to actually hurt or even kill anyone (beyond consent, that is).

Her mother was a pureblood fashion model who hated her daughter for being a stain on the bloodline (even though she's the one who thought it was a good idea to fuck a pitbull) so Aji grew up being on countless medications and unapproved trials to promote fur growth, and was often shaved down to at least look even, as well as forced to cover up with clothing. She moved out from home as a teen and has since cut all contact with her mother, and does the exact opposite: loves revealing clothes, out of pure spite. She hates her body, and knows she's ugly, but goddammit she's gonna make it everyone else's problem.

While she lives near the black market and regularily eats meat, she's never killed anyone and doesn't plan to - she doesn't have the instincts so there's really no point, meat is much easier bought. She couldn't care less about other people's crimes though. She prefers to not make a scene, but if anyone else wants to go on a killing spree, that's their business. She really doesn't give a shit.

As far as the roleplay I'm in with her goes, we're currently about 38000 words in and still on day one, so it's definitely going very well!! Basically, Ajima and Melon first meet at the tattoo parlor when he's getting another leaf added to the collection. Aji just hears the screams and goes over to see what the fuck is going on, and they see each other and promptly begin to verbally tear each other down. Except they both kind of see it as fairly enjoyable banter, because they can both dish out equally well and don't actually get their feelings hurt that quickly. They both chose equal amounts of violence that day and in a really weird way it's compatible.

Fast forward a couple days and they run into each other by pure chance while out and about, and against better judgement somehow wind up hanging out for a bit. It's fun for half an hour or so. Then people start dying because Melon is still Melon. Ajima almost gets murdered when he's had enough of socializing, but instead of running like a normal person she follows Melon to his job and becomes a therapy dog for a day. An elephant also dies. Somehow they consider this bonding. He also certainly does not hate her job.

Basically, it's realistic levels of fucked up because writing him out of character would just be boring. But they're gonna end up together at some point. Probably. No one is getting magically healed through the power of love though. We die like men.

#we lovingly refer to Aji as Melon's emotional support dog #the relationship hasn't developed very far yet but i love them so much #in my head it's all planned out in sixty different ways lmao #also for the record i held back here a LOT i could write a whole essay about my baby #i have a million more ocs too #but ajima is my favorite for this fandom #i got tired of pretty ocs with snatched waists so i just thought 'what's the ugliest i can come up with' #and this is the result #beastars #beastars oc #ajima chiba

[sotcwcrp]

What's New in the Roleplay:

Gosh, lots has happened, hasn't it? Let's catch up! ★ — Starlingsky and Jaycry of ShadowClan have been made warriors! ★ — Pipistrellepaw of ShadowClan has gained the name of Pipistrellepetal and has become a full medicine cat! ★ — Sasha, Nutmeg, Scylla, Marlowe, and Arlo have been accepted into ShadowClan. They have been renamed Nutmegspark, Scyllasong, Sealpaw, and Aardvarkkit! ★ — Slatefire and Asterbloom of WindClan are expecting kits! ★ — Asphodel, Sprout, and Eden have been accepted into RiverClan! ★ — Fishleap was killed by Kindledusk during a battle between RiverClan, ThunderClan, and ThunderClan’s ShadowClan reinforcements. ★ — ThunderClan did not show up at the Gathering, but Wolfjaw and several outsiders did, bringing news of wolf-dogs near the Clans. ★ — Diesel and Jinx have joined RiverClan and ThunderClan respectively. ★ — Kindledusk has died under circumstances known only to ThunderClan. ★ — ShadowClan and WindClan have agreed to abandon the jutted cavern and end their war after the deaths of Pigeondapple and Aukspark. ★ — Saberstar has been attacked and is unable to lead ShadowClan. Russetfox has taken over as leader. ★ — Prey or Prank, our October server-wide event, is just beginning!

What's New on the Server:

We're always growing and changing. ★ — Akila has been promoted to administrator. Ice of WindClan, Vale of RiverClan, and Manny of ThunderClan have been made lead staff! ★ — Kudo and Fel have been made full staff of WindClan; Jude, Lume, and Canta have been made full staff of ThunderClan; Eri and Agnes have been made full staff of RiverClan! Dog, Posy, and Rain have stepped down as staff. ★ — The staff system has been reworked. Instead of being classified under editors and mods, we will all be working under the same staff umbrella, with options to specialize in certain areas! ★ — The 18+ age limit for HRs has been removed, and has become a recommendation instead! ★ — Historians have unfortunately been discontinued; however, the histories of each Clan can still be found on the website! ★ — New Clan lore has been added to the server! ★ — Our September OTM awards were won by Ela, Meat, Hop, Vale, Wallace, Ferret, Lume, Dog, Roushi, Kai, Agnes, Chino, Earlybird, Wren, Crit, Tom, Ice, Manny, and Akila! ★ — Our October OTM awards were won by Jude, Melon, Red, Ant, Varmie, Early, Strawberry, Vale, Felinae, Con, Kudo, Ice, Wolf, Kit, Shay, Ember, Manny, Rosie, Bii, Akila, Mutte, and Hop! Congratulations everyone and thank you for making our server as amazing as it is.

What's Coming:

Ooh, something to look forward to? ★ — We will be re-opening on November 1st, so if you missed our September window, you have something to look forward to!

#sotcwcrp #monthly update

[mars-colony]

9 for Dollie/Danse and 49 for Atti/Dorian? 💕

Answering number 9 here, will share number 49 separately so keep posted 👀

9. There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling. (Dollanse)

Danse could hear Dollie’s teeth chattering from the harsh cold, even though she was fighting to hide the severity of her shivering. She’d let her hair down over her shoulders to keep her ears warm. He’d been surprised by the number of bobby pins she retrieved as she did so.

He exhaled and could see his own breath in the blue moonlight as it turned to steam, floating upward toward the cracked ceiling. He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest, trying hard to ignore his own shivering.

They’d been traveling for hours. The temperature had dropped unexpectedly, and the cold steel of their power armor rigs had cut straight through their uniforms. They’d agreed to stop for the night.

The recent rain had left everything they could burn sopping, but at least the power armor had kept them dry. They’d camped out inside one of the military bunkers that lay hidden throughout the Commonwealth.

Dollie had managed to hack into the terminal on one of the desks, and gotten the turrets running. They could both rest. But it didn’t do anything for the cold.

Danse had a suggestion, but he didn’t think she’d be receptive to the idea. She’d declined such in the past in the winter when that flash blizzard had hit. He’d found himself in close quarters quite often as a soldier, and the prospect didn’t phase him. He understood her modesty, what with her pre-war life, but she wouldn’t always have that luxury in the Wasteland.

They had to be practical and he cleared his throat, tired of not having a solution to the problem at hand. “We can zip our sleeping bags together, huddle to keep warm.”

He ignored the flush in her face, the way it showed pink through the scars that creeped across her left cheek, but showed a rosey red through the unblemished skin of the right where the scars didn’t reach as far. It was the cold, it had been there before he spoke... even if he hadn’t noticed it.

“It isn’t that cold—“ she started to protest, but a harsh wind pitched through the bunker and she shuddered. She nodded, hugging herself tightly against the chill. “You’re right.”

Brotherhood standard issue sleeping bags were designed to zip together in case of the cold. Danse put himself to work, unrolling his sleeping bag and then Dollie’s when she handed it to him. He laid them out side-by-side, coaxing the cold metal of the zippers to cooperate through his leather gloves.

Once the sleeping bags were connected Danse maneuvered himself inside. He considered the broad width of his own shoulders and thought he understood Dollie’s concern. But being close was the point of huddling for warmth. It was the best option to avoid frost bite. She wouldn’t be the first soldier he’d had to share a sleeping bag with.

She hesitated on the other side of the sleeping bag and he felt a moment of discomfort, recalling involuntarily the scent of her hair the last time he’d been near enough to notice it- the smoothness of her hands when she’d last touched his skin. Inappropriate thoughts to consider, and likely the reason she was apprehensive.

He made a quick decision to roll onto his side, hopefully giving her more room. He had a clear view of the bunker door. If anything got past the turrets without them hearing, he’d know about it.

After another moment of hesitation he felt the sleeping bag move as she slid down into it. He felt her arm press into his back through his bomber jacket, and felt one of her boots as it bumped against the heel of his. The sleeping bags shifted as she wriggled herself into place.

For a long time they said nothing. For once he didn’t know what he should say. Asking after her comfort could be misconstrued as inappropriate, and he wanted to avoid that. Staying warm was a necessity, and he didn’t mean to take advantage of the situation in any way, regardless of how he’d found himself feeling for her. He hoped she knew that.

The polyester of the sleeping bags was still cold, not yet warmed from their body heat. Skin-on-skin contact would have warmed them sooner. He knew this, but it was completely out of the question. He felt himself flushing at the thought. It lingered in his ears unlike the flush that persisted in his nose from the cold.

Danse risked a glance over his shoulder, noting her back to him, her black hair filling some of the space between them. If her K9 companion had been along, the mutt could have fit between them, could have provided extra warmth.

He returned his gaze to the doorway, trying to allow himself to sleep. And sleep he did, the way he always slept in the field. It was more like he’d closed his eyes in a meditative state, hesitating on the edge of consciousness. He contemplated their journey and whether it’d be warm enough for them to continue when the sun rose. The ideas were vague, almost dreamlike.

Despite his light sleep he awoke some time later feeling well rested. There was a tickling feeling against his ear that drew him back to consciousness and he blinked his eyes open. The sweet smell of melon blossom filled his nose.

He still faced the door. He wasn’t one to shift in his sleep. The pre-glow of daylight had begun to lighten the sky beyond the bunker.

He felt the tickling against his ear again and it drew his eyes tiredly from the doorway toward his shoulder. The tickling was accompanied by a movement against his back.

The frizzy waves of Wallace’s hair met his eye, and she shifted where she’d moved closer in her sleep. He was too tired to restrain the amused smile that tugged at his lips.

She murmured something he couldn’t decipher and he felt the vibration of it in his back. Something shifted beneath his hand and it took him a moment to understand the sensation.

Her fingers were threaded through his, her arms curled around his middle, and one of her legs tangled through his own. He was surprised how incredibly comfortable he felt wrapped in her arms.

His mouth went dry and his chest ached. He was blindsided with an overwhelming wave of fondness for the woman holding him. He’d never been held, not to his memory. If she woke, he knew she’d be mortified, and his smile turned sad.

Carefully, the Paladin disentangled himself from her arms, rising from the sleeping bags. He gave himself one last moment of leniency, brushing the hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

As he left the bunker to check the perimeter in the cold, the warmth of her embrace lingered.

#ask #psijics #cliche trope prompt #fo4 #paladin danse #sole survivor dollie wallace #dollanse #you feel your... subordinates embrace?