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ja3hwa · 1 month

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♡ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 | 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧 ♡

【Synopsis】 : The boys were going to teach you a simple game of pool. Nothing more, nothing less... right?

『Word count』 : 3.9k

-> Genre: Smut. Dark Romance. Supernatural.

Pairing: Vampire!WooSanSang x Human!Reader

[Warnings] : Flirting. Dirty talk. Slight innocent reader. Foursome. Lowkey free use. Dub-con ish, but the reader is into it. Everything is just new for her. Mxm. Manhandling. Blood drinking, biting. Wounds. Whimper kink? Swearing. Clit play. Yeosang fucks her without really asking but the reader is into it. Unprotected sex. Multiple orgasms. Pet names including [Doll, Baby, Pet, Sir, Darling. Pretty thing] Use of the word slut. I shit on religion for a second, so I’m sorry if anyone is religious.

Note: Fun fact I found out that pool tables were invented back in 1470, so I felt like I had to add it aha.

Also hi I'm uploaded two fic in one night. I know crazy right?! Well, I've been really wanting to just post all my work. i got in the drafts, but im pacing myself, hehe. So this is just a little ... gift? Idk ahah i just could help, but post two tonight. Enjoy ♡♡

"Oh, my body, I don't wanna stop until the break of dawn"

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When you finally woke, you noticed Seonghwa had left the bed. There was a small note on the bedside table with a little heart next to your name written in black ink. You smiled sleepily, stretching slowly in the spacious bed. You’ve never had a better sleep in years, if not ever. Your small single bed that was tattered and moulding was all you’d ever known, and now you had a bed fit for a king. It was almost strange, bittersweet in a way. You felt like you were always supposed to end up here. With them. Like fate was etched in stone way before you were even of age. You had wondered if they felt the same way, as you made your way through the halls once again. It became quite easy to move around the manor now that you’ve explored a bit. You had slipped on a tunic and pants of various shades of purple and black that were sitting on the end of your bed.

“I see you’ve made yourself quite at home, pet.” You shivered at the sound of Yeosang's velvet voice. Glancing above, you see him leaning on the railing of the mezzanine, a sly smirk on his delicate features.

“She’s like a curious kitty isn’t she.” Another voice caught your attention looking towards the doorway of the billiard room you see a feline feature man. San... His dark hair and sharp yellow glowing eyes make your heart thump in anticipation. Strange? you thought. They were all vampires as far as you knew, so why were his eyes such a deep sunset yellow?

“We got to get that staring problem under control, Darling.” You jumped hearing the high-pitched man, Wooyoung right behind you, whispering in your ear.

“I w-was not staring.” You shake your head, turning around to see all three men now standing around the pool table. San had picked up a pool stick, putting some blue chalk to dab on the end of the said stick. You watched as all three of them took a pool cue and chalked them up, curious at what they might be up to. You had never seen a pool table up close, let alone see anyone play before. You’ve only ever read about it in fancy books or heard it from the richer folk in the village. “A-are you going to play a game?”

Your words sounded flinching like you were some peasant girl asking the higher for a slice of knowledge. But in truth weren’t you just that? “We are most definitely going to be playing a game Darlin’ and you are going to be the price.”

Wooyoung’s words made you gulp, standing there awkwardly playing with the hem of your tunic. San walked over to you while Yeosang set up the balls in the triangle. San’s fingers grazed your chin before lifting your face to look at him. His smile was softer this time, unlike how it was border-lining lust prior. “Don’t worry, Pretty thing. We won’t go too hard on you. Well, Yeosang might, if you’re not too careful.”

You visibly gulp feeling a tingle in your tummy. What could he possibly be insinuating? Your mind was racing, thinking of all the possibilities, slightly thanking Jongho was not here to read your lusting thoughts. You were about to say something, but then Wooyoung came up behind San, pushing him aside so he could give you a pool cue. “I don’t know how to p-play.”

“It’s okay, darling. We will teach you.” Wooyoung’s chippy voice eased your heart slightly. And as you watched Wooyoung start to bicker with Yeosang, who would start the game. You couldn’t help but giggle. For Monsters, they sure act like teenagers. Immature and… youthful.

“Okay okay, Woo, get over here. Let Sangie Break.” The feline yelled over all the bickering. The nicknames he gave the other males made your heart flutter. In the next few minutes, the three vampires took their turn, trying to get a ball in the hole. Until finally, San got a stripe in making Wooyoung whine.

“How do you always manage to score first.” Wooyoung was disappointed about his lover winning, shifting his weight around as he stomped over to the bar that was sitting across a billiard table. He grabbed out four short glasses and began pouring an amber-coloured liquor in each one. You could hear mumbles around you, most likely San and Yeosang badgering about something again, but you couldn’t focus on them. Only looking straight at the shorter male, curiously watching him take a shot of the liquid before taking the other full glass and shotting it.

“Pet did you hear anything we said?” Yeosang's presence behind you caught your attention, noting the way his shoulder bumped into you lightly. You shook your head with a little sorry before taking a breath, suddenly blurting out.

“I didn’t think vampires could eat or drink human food.”

The situation reminded you about how you shared a meal with all of them a night ago. You were so out of it, and floating in your mind, you didn’t really take notice that they were, in fact, consuming food. Cooked cow, vegetables, rich sauces, and wines. It was always written in history books and the words of your church that no hellspawn beasts like night crawlers were able to consume and dine on earthy foods. Only craving and needing the taste of blood to sustain themselves.

San had to try very hard not to laugh at your innocence. Wooyoung had a cheeky smirk on his face, placing the glass on the brim of the pool table, speaking up on your question. “Oh, we do not have to eat or drink to stay alive if that’s what you’re asking. And drinking does nothing for us unless we drink an entire Alehouse. But it does take the edge off for us a little bit.” He downed his drink like he did before, some of the alcohol dripping down his chin. San, within seconds, moved from one end of the table to where Wooyoung stood. His speed created a little wind pocket that blew against your face, making you shiver. San’s hand cupped Wooyoung’s chin, drawing his face upwards. San then opened his mouth, letting his freakishly long tongue slide out onto the younger's neck, licking up the liquor he had spilt.

You gulp, looking away to see Yeosang staring at you intensely with a smirk. He bit his lip before chuckling “God I wished I could read minds. I bet you’re thinking about the filthiest things right now.” He moved to stand in front of you, making you take a step back until you were trapped against the pool table and his broad body. “Such a cute little pet, with such a dirty little mind.”

“W-Wha...I…” You didn’t know what to say cause in truth you couldn’t help but think vulgarly around them. They were all so attractive, and it was like some kind of drug being near them. You looked back to San and Wooyoung, seeing San now had his tongue down the other man's throat, and you couldn’t help but whine. What you didn’t realize was that from looking away from Yeosang, you bared your neck to him, making him growl. “You should never show off your neck to vampires unless you want them to bite you, baby.”

Your eyes widened at his words. But you couldn’t react fast enough. It was like your body became a ragdoll as he moved you with the speed of light. Your back hit the table with a thud, legs spread with Yeosang’s body in between them and his face in the crook of your neck. Your fingers squeezed his shoulders as you felt his sharp fangs run along your hot skin. “S-Sangie…”

“Hmm using my nickname is only gonna make me want to fuck you, pet.” his nose brushed down your main vein, letting him breathe in your scent sharply. You were the sweetest thing he had ever smelt.

“Sangie.” You repeated suddenly, reaching tighter for Yeosang’s large shoulders, lacing the fabric of his dress shirt in your fingers. The vampire just chuckled, kissing along your hot skin. You wiggled against him, feeling his crotch twitch beneath the layers of cloth that separated you both. “Please.”

“Ooo, She begs. My favourite.” Yeosang’s fangs grazed your neck, making your heart thump harder. You felt like your whole body was on fire, and every nerve was being consumed with nothing but Yeosang. His scent, his dark deep chuckles. The way his fingers glide along your body.

Him.

While his hands played with the fabric on your clothing. You turned your head to look back at where Wooyoung and San were, but the in a blink of an eye, they vanished.

“Don’t get this party started without us.” San’s voice frightened you as he was suddenly at the other end of the table, leaning over to give your forehead a light little kiss. Wooyoung, however, was now standing next to Yeosang, pushing your right leg opened wider so both men could stand in between them. “I can smell her from over there.”

“I know, our little slut is getting nice and wet from us teasing her.” Yeosang spat out such a foul name at you but it only made you whimper more. No way in your wildest dreams would you have ever suspected your life would end up with being sprawled out on a pool table with three Vampire, kiss and lick parts of your body that weren’t covered by your clothing.

Sinful. Hellborn. A daughter of Lilith. Words from your mother came flooding in your mind like little flashes of a candle flame blowing in the wind. Maybe she was right. Maybe she saw your future before you even knew it.

“F-fuck I need a taste,” Wooyoung whined, tugging at your pants, but what you didn’t expect was him to lift up the loose pant leg, exposing your right thigh. Yeosang pulled up your tunic, drawing his tongue out onto your hot skin. And finally, San, the last one, lifted your wrist to his nose, inhaling sharply before opening his mouth to suck on the soft flesh.

“I’d take a deep breath If I was you, pet,” Yeosang grunted with a sly smirk, making you let out a large gasp. You felt all three of them sink their teeth into you in a sudden snap, almost synchronised. The crunch of broken skin echoed in the room before ringing in your ears. You could feel their addictive vampiric venom pouring into your veins while they emptied you of blood. The euphoric feeling of being drained was indescribable. Like floating on a cloud, feeling the soft cotton tickle your body, leaving your toes and fingertips to tingle.

“F-ffuck. Argh.” Was all you could mutter out before rolling your eyes back again. You could feel Yeosang’s deep chuckle against your tummy, feeling like the sound almost came from inside you. And without letting his fangs slip, he drew his hand to your covered core. Pressing sharply on your sensitive button through the loose fabric. This made you let out another gasp, calling for Yeosang. “S-Sangie pleasee.”

San retracted his fangs from your wrist before whining, “Hey, I want to hear you cry my name out. Can you do that for me, pretty?” The vampire kissed along your arm until he got to your neck. You nodded while he tilted your head to the side, exposing your jugular. “such a good little doll. Now I want you to scream.”

And with that, he sunk his teeth into the crease of your shoulder and neck, making you let out a loud, painfully lustful cry. “FUCK SAN!!!”

Wooyoung and Yeosang finally pulled away after a few more moments, licking their lips of your blood. Yeosang had a deep growl rumble in his chest as he ran his thumb over the puncture wound, smearing the crimson liquid on your red irritated flesh. Wooyoung did the same but drew a heart with it instead making himself giggle in approval. “Fuck if we didn’t want to keep you alive pet. We would have drunk you dry.”

Yeosang’s empty threat would have scared anyone, but for some reason, it only enticed you more. Pulling your shaky legs up, you placed your bare feet on the edge of the pool table before spreading your legs wide. The grumpy vampire seemed to get the hint, taking his long nail he ripped the fabric right in between your thighs, making a slit-like opening for him and Wooyoung to get a perfect view of your soaking cunt. “Now, why don’t you look at that.”

Yeosang growls, sliding a finger along your wet lips. Your whole body shivers, feeling yourself becoming overwhelmed with pleasure. This shock wave made San sit up suddenly, pulling away from your shoulder, gasping for air as he let out the deepest, most feral-like groan you’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, She tastes so good when you do that. I need one of you to fuck her right now so I can taste that again” His blood-stained lips kissed along your shoulder smearing all the red crimson liquid over your soft skin. His kisses your feverish as if he had become drunk off you alone. The few buttons that were holding your shirt closed were now being opened by the feline male, slowly revealing your hidden flesh.

“I volunteer as tribute.”

Wooyoung protested, shaking his belt in a manner of desperation, but Yeosang quickly scoffed, snaking his belt out of the hoops of his pants in one swift motion before dropping it. “I’d like to see you fucking try. This pussy is mine.” Yeosang’s deep venomous growl made the younger vampire cower slightly, giving him a slight pout.

“Why do you get to go first.” From your angle, you could have sworn you saw Wooyoung stomp his feet, making you giggle lightly, catching the attention of all three of the men around you. Yeosang kisses your tummy lightly, pulling your focus to him alone, his hands gripping your hips and body snuggling tightly against your hot core.

“What’s so funny, pet? Finding enjoyment over us fighting over you?” Yeosang’s lips travelled up your navel as he kissed along your newly exposed skin since San had now successfully unbuttoned your top, revealing your perky, tight nipples on your plump and soft breasts.

“Yes sir…” you whispered, closing your eyes as you revelled in the feeling of his tongue sliding along your body.

“Fuck, she’s so good isn't she.” San covered his mouth with his hand, sighing at how obedient you had become. Reaching for your breast he squeezed your plump flesh together, pinching your nipples between his pointer and thumb. You choked out a whine as he rolled the pad of his finger over your sensitive bud, almost completely distracting you from the vampire between your legs.

“Come on, Sangie, hurry up. I want to be inside her so badly.” Wooyoung has hopped up onto the end of the pool table leaning on his hand behind his soft frame. His hand palming his covered crotch, panting slightly as he watched San and Yeosang ravish you. Your hazy eyes looked back to see San standing straight and tall behind you. Giving you a sweet smile that was hiding a sinister lust underneath.

Before you could say anything about what Wooyoung had said, you felt Yeosang’s thick cock head breached your tight pussy. “Oh FUck!” You bucked your hips, helping him slide into you deeply inch by inch until he bottomed you out. He was definitely girthier than Seonghwa, making you feel like the wind was being knocked right out of you.

“Shhit. This is the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. Are you sure Seonghwa fucked you pet?” Yeosang began to ramble, pulling you down more so your ass was almost off the table. Sangie put his one hand under your thigh and hip, holding you still so he could slowly start thrusting into you, sharply and greatly. “So tight, so warm. Such a good little pet. You like being fucked baby? Bet you’d take all of us in one go if we’d asked.”

“Oh my god! Yes!!! please, Sangie.” You yelped at the top of your lungs just from the pure idea of having all eight of them. Pleasing them all. Dotting on them. You needed them just as much as they needed you. Yeosang gripped your shirt that hung open on the top and pulled you up until your face was inches from his and his lips, almost touching your own.

“It’s master, my sweet little slut.” He yanked you off the pool table, pulling out for a moment so he could help you walk to the couch and even though his movements were rough, his grip was gentle, holding you closely in a way. Lovingly. “Come on baby, bend over the couch for me.”

He gave your ass a squeeze before letting you fall on your knees on the plush cushions. The couch was facing away from the pool table, so when you leaned over the top of it, you could get a perfect view of the other two vampires. “Okay, new game.” Yeosang knelt behind you, holding your hips, rubbing his palm against your skin. “Whoever gets a ball in first gets to take over and fuck our precious baby here. Deal?”

You had to laugh as San and Wooyoung scrambled around to grab their own pool stick. Your smile was bright as you were about to say some cheeky remark but you slowly felt Yeosang enter your soaked pussy from behind making you only let out a shaky whimper. His hands gripped tightly on your hips as your eyebrows knitted together and your mouth fell into an ‘O’ shape. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Yeosang chuckled as he thrusted into your cunt in shallow motions. His hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you up so your body was at an odd angle, but you couldn’t care less. “Last time I checked I’m not god’s pathetic son.”

Your fingers lased into the couch cushions, gripping onto it for dear life as you felt him slowly hammer into you faster. Your pussy would clench with each thrust making the most beautiful groans and whimpers fall from his lips. The hand that held the back of your neck, snaked around the front to clench tightly, blocking your airway just lightly, sending your brain into a fuzzy mess.

“M-Master….” You cried, collapsing onto the edge of the couch. Your legs are shaking, and your arms are no longer able to hold yourself up anymore. San and Wooyoung were bickering, yelling at one another as they kept trying to get a ball in the hole. That was until San bent down and shot one of his stripes by hitting Wooyoung’s ball before getting it into the end left basket.

Your glassy eyes could see San’s triumph, along with Woo’s high-pitched whine of defeat. The knot in your stomach was tightened with every thrust of Yeosang’s hips but before you could reach your climax he slipped out of your soaked cunt making you hiccup in a loud whine. “F-Ffuckk.”

“It’s okay, pet. Breathe…” You tried to take in a shaky breath as you felt your whole body being manhandled until you were sitting perfectly on someone’s lap. San’s naked lap, to be exact. His hazy smile got you blushing as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek so delicately.

“Don’t worry, sweet thing. I’ll take good care of you.” San’s cooe made you relax nicely against him as he lined his cock with your abused cunt. You were already so sensitive but somehow you were still craving more. The loud sound of pool balls whacking together got you startled but San stroked your cheek with his thumb slightly as he pulled your face towards his with his fingers. “Focus on me, baby. I want to see you come apart on my cock okay. No closing those pretty eyes."

You nodded with a short whimper followed by a simple yes that was so quiet you’re surprised San heard it. But then you remember that you weren’t fucking a normal man, but a beast in human form. A blood-sucking night-crawling beast that could kill you with his bare hands at any time. Your pussy clenched around his lengthy, and girthy cock making him groan. He slowly lifted your plump thighs up helping you gather a rhythm with your hips so you could ride him slowly. “S-sannie. Oh g-god please.”

“Such a good girl. Come on. Fuck you’re so tight...” You focused on his knitted brows and slightly parted mouth, seeing he was enjoying this just as much as you were. Your hips got faster as San started to buck upwards to match your movements. Your whole body was feeling like it was on fire, sensing you were close. He pushed your body up so he could help thrust deeper inside you. This left your tits to be right in his face, making him groan as he latched onto your plump flesh and sucked. Your breasts would be completely covered in hickeys by the time San was down them. And as his mouth traveled to the top of your breast you clenched around him, sucking him deeper into your tight cunt. He lost himself in your scent, the way you squeezed him and the sound of your pretty moans. He needed more, just another taste. He needed to taste the flavour of you when you came.

“S-San I’m gonna cum.” You gasped, tangling your fingers threw his hair.

“Come for me, baby. Be a good little human for me and cream on my cock.” He licked your skin before biting down, sinking his fangs into the top of your breast, jackhammering you at an inhuman pace. You screamed so loud that the whole manor would have heard, coming so much around Sans hard cock. You were it grew bigger inside you as your clenched harder, feeling him drink his fill of your red hot liquid.

“San.” A male voice called out but your head was too dizzy, feeling San continue his assault on your cunt and teeth in your flesh. “SAN!!” The voice got loud but your eyes began to droop feeling a wave of sleep erode through your body. You heard San lewdly growl animalisticly against you, still drinking your blood as his cock stilled tightly in you, letting him come deep inside you.

The voice before screamed again, but your eyes closed, and darkness took over before you could see or hear anything else.

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rongzhi · 3 months

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English added by me :)

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In 2014, while digging ground to construct the Number 7 line for the Chengdu metro, a 2300 square meter tomb with 13 graves was dug up near Mohechi (摩诃池), the former back gardens of the Prince's mansion in Sichuan (蜀王府). Of the 13 chambers in the tomb, most were single graves, and some had been plundered or were difficult to get to. Chamber #8 was found to have its seal still closed and in decent condition, with archeologists speculating that the area had been subject to earthquakes in the past, and robbers skipped over the chamber because they were afraid of the walls collapsing if the heavy stone door was moved. Chamber #8 was also discovered to contain two rooms and the engraving of a dragon and phoenix, indicating that whoever the tomb belonged to were of relatively high status.

While the royal mausoleum of the prince of Sichuan had long been unearthed, the new joint grave was originally thought to be the tomb of an aristocratic husband and wife, as the type of tomb was typical of a husband and wife pair. The area where the new tomb had been discovered was also known long ago as 公公坟 (the eunuch graves). Other tombs of court eunuchs buried around Chengdu had been discovered in 1953, 1955, 1956, 2003, 2005, and 2008.

At the same time, experts noticed that the porcelain relics buried in the Chamber #8 all shared an unusual characteristic: the male figurines had no facial hair. This led to the realisation that the figurines depicted eunuchs. Additionally, two stone tablets were eventually located which turned out to be the epitaphs for the graves, and which allowed the archeologists to confirm that the tomb did indeed belong to two imperial eunuchs from the Ming dynasty. Moreover, the tablets revealed that the eunuchs were named Wei Yu (魏玉, b.1470) and Ruan Ying (阮英, b. 1472). Both were born from poor farming families in Tongzhou (潼州; present day northern Sichuan province).

In the fourteenth year of Chenghua, there was a huge drought in the nation, so both children were sent by their families to become eunuchs in the palace as a means to survive. Being from the same area and around the same age, they would grow to become very close.

In the Ming dynasty, imperial eunuchs had great power, such that they were in charge of many government and even military affairs. Due to this, Wei Yu and Ruan Ying did not stay in Beijing to serve the emperor but instead eventually ended up as chief eunuchs in Shuwangfu, the center of government in Sichuan. Based on the epitaph and historical materials, historians concluded that Wei Yu and Ruan Ying did not necessarily overstep their power as is often the depiction of court eunuchs of the era, and in fact, they cooperated very well with the Zhu Chun, the prince of Sichuan and Hongwu Emperor's 11th son, assisting him to repair infrastructure and bringing prosperity to the people of Chengdu.

Wei Yu was favored by the prince for being clever and witty, and was bestowed the surname Shuang, so is also referred to in records as Shuang Yu (双玉). As Wei Yu's status grew, Ruan Ying's did as well.

In the 10th year of Zhengde (1515), having experienced some rough times, Wei Yu and Ruan Ying decided they wanted to be buried together and and obtained royal permission for it to be so. As they had no children, they were able to accumulate all their earnings (imperial servants were paid) and buy a plot of land. One year later, Ruan Ying passed away and Wei Yu had a tomb built with two rooms so that they could be buried together. Ten years later, when he passed away also, Wei Yu was buried with Ruan Ying, fulfilling their desire to be entombed together.

Additional sources:

https://www.sohu.com/a/413776430_120795605

https://m.thepaper.cn/yidian_promDetail.jsp?contid=3744568&from=yidian

https://www.toutiao.com/article/6706734279713358350/?wid=1705638571420

video (in Chinese)

#tried to find a better douyin to introduce/summarise the topic but some of them had really annoying voice overs lol #i think there is like a cctv type documentary about the dig with actual expert talking heads but i can't find the video online atm #anyway. it's really incredible to me that they even recorded their birth and death years like bro...so often these details are lost to time #but we know all these things about these two from 600 years ago :')#chinese history #video #douyin #tiktok #long post #同志历史

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songbirdofthenight · 2 months

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Play With Me?

post divider by @kithsune WC- 1470 Join my tag list here!

Warnings- 18+, MDNI, plus sized!fem!reader, praise (pretty girl, doll, sweets, honey, good girl), inexperienced reader (never orgasmed), fingering,

Characters- plus sized!fem!reader X soft!Eddie Munson

If y’all like this, I will turn it into a series. Don’t forget my ask box is open and you are always welcome to join my tag list!

Eddie sat on the edge of his bed with his legs spread while you stood frozen between them. “Well, doll?”

Well he said like it was no big deal. Was it a big deal? This is what you wanted after all, wanted him, here, naked and waiting. Not necessarily waiting, actually, but you wanted him. “Well,” you paused. Eddie’s eyes scanned over your entire body watching as your arms crossed over your bare breast and stomach. “I’ve never, I mean, I have but…” “Take your time, pretty girl, we can go at whatever pace works for you.” You took a breath nodding to acknowledge him. Your arms uncoiled from your torso, exposing your plush skin. You’d both been nude in front of each other before but this was new, intimidating. “Eddie,” you sighed, “I want this, want you.” There was a hesitation in your tone, Eddie reached out, taking hold of your hand. “I’m not rushing you, sweetness, I will be as gentle, as kind, as patient, and as good as I can be for you. Tell me what you need?” Eddie- hardcore, rough around the edges, blasting metal till your ears bleed- Munson was here in the palm of your hand. Waiting to do whatever you asked of him. He gave your hand a squeeze, “I want,” you hesitated “...need…need you to put your hands here.” You spoke, bringing his hands just beneath your breasts. His hands were warm, calloused fingers pad at your supple skin. You moved closer, stepping carefully into his parted legs.

Eddie’s hands carefully explored your skin, padding their way around your breast. His fingers worked their way up to your nipples, pausing for your consent. “Come on honey, I know you can use your words and tell me what you need like a good girl.” “Want you to touch me.” you managed to squeak out. “Aw sweets, I am touching you.” Eddie wiggled his fingers against your tits, just barely missing your nipples. The lack of touch was frustrating. You needed more, his hands to grope your breasts, tongue and lips exploring every inch of your body, you needed him in any way possible. You let out a whine, unsatisfied.

“C’mon, words for me” he urged, waiting for you to spill every last dirty secret you held so tightly to yourself. “I want you to play with me, wanna feel good Eddie,” you pleaded. Play with me. The words ping ponged back and forth in his head. Here you were, stripped to nothing but your lacy panties wanting so much, yet asking so little. Eddie’s hands tapped your skin again, you nodded. With that, his fingers found their way to your nipples, thumbs pressing softly against them. It wasn’t much, a wave of relief washed over you breaking any tension in the room.

Still standing between his legs, you shuffled closer, earning more pressure from his thumbs. His fingers slid in little circles on your skin. “Feels good, Eds, need more,” you hummed as your head tilted backwards. “Can we try something?” Eddie asked, watching you slowly become more comfortable with his touch. You nodded, tilting your head back up to stare down at him with curious eyes. His fingers stopped as he moved you beside him. Eddie closed his legs, patting his lap for you to sit on. You went to straddle him, but he shook his head. “No honey, want you to sit with your back to my chest.” Confused, you listened, sitting as he asked.

His hands snaked up your body, making their way back to your chest. In front of you was a small, slightly cracked mirror. Eddie’s eyes met yours, watching as he carefully started circling your nipples again. You stared, blushing as Eddie’s pace quickened. Your legs parted slightly, “Eds, more,” you begged. His lips found themselves pressing against your bare shoulder, sloppily kissing anywhere he could. Your hands landed on top of his, forcing more pressure into his squeezing. Eddie took his time with your tits. Fingers squeezing around them, pinching and pulling each sensitive bud.

Soft “uh huhs” filled the empty room around you two. Eddie adjusted himself, letting one hand continue to pinch and pull at your tit, the other gliding slowly down your midriff. Excitement bubbled in your stomach, it was unfamiliar. You moaned with each movement of his and moved your body rhythmically against his.

Eddie felt you wiggling in his lap, your ass grinding against his stirring cock. “Can I touch you baby?” He hummed sweetly watching you squirm with pleasure. “Please Eds, need to feel you.” His hand slipped over the plush skin of your stomach, dipping into your panties. With new anticipation your breath caught in your throat. “This okay?”

“Uh huh, just new, keep going, please.” His fingers travelled between your wet folds, easily finding your clit. You jolted at the sensation as his fingers pressed against you. Slowly, pleasure surged through you as Eddie rubbed your sensitive buds simultaneously. Your hand matched his, groping your neglected tit, body rocking with the feeling. A pit formed in your belly, sending shocks through your nerves. “Oh, Eds, god, wanna feel you.”

“You wanna feel God baby?” he chuckled. You squeezed your thick thighs together around his hand, “Nuh uh, you, Eds. Wanna feel you.” Without hesitation, Eddie spun you around, pinning you to the bed. He loomed above you, lips crashing against yours. Eddie kissed you like he would never be able to kiss again, tongue and teeth crashing into one another, sucking either of your lips. You both wiggled yourselves up towards the head of his bed, Eddie now kneeling on either side of you. His hands were pressed beside your head while yours pulled him in. You smoothed a hand down your belly trying to reach the same pleasure he had been giving you before.

Eddie’s cock rubbed furiously against your skin as you grinded against each other. You wiggled your fingers, trying to elicit the same feeling yet couldn’t do it. You huffed in frustration. Eddie shifted from your lips to kissing down your jaw and neck. He leaned closer, letting one arm support him. The other quickly found yours, tangling your fingers together as he circled your clit yet again. You cried out in pleasure as his fingers dipped into your soaking hole. “So wet f’me. Good girl,” he had you melting. His fingers slid in and out of your pussy flicking up with each thrust. The pads of his fingers easily knocked against your g-spot, fingers moving in an up and down repetitive motion. “Eds, ngh, eds please,” you cried out with a slightly worried tone. “What is it sweets,”

“Feel funny,” you mumbled.

“Where?” Your hand pressed against your lower belly.

“H-here, Eds I gotta…” You were cut off by a sloppy kiss. Against your lips Eddie murmured “Gotta what baby?” You couldn’t respond. The feeling was strangely familiar, you’d been here before it just wasn’t as intense. You remembered the sensation of fingers touching you, everywhere, inside and out. Panic suddenly became pleasure, Eddies moans pulling you back to reality. Waves of euphoria washed over you as you moved your body with his fingers. Up, down, up, down, up, down, in. Up, down, up, down, up, up, up. His fingers hit the soft, spongy spot inside you at a relentless pace.

You moaned his name loudly, each thrust of his fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The bubble burst, you cried out moaning his name over and over again. Moans quickly became babbling. Eddie’s fingers slowed, as he slid them out of you. “Hey, hey pretty girl look at me.” Your eyes fluttered open, gazing back at him. “What do you feel?” It was a simple question, but you were unsure how to respond. Good was an understatement. You nodded at him, eyes glazed over. “Aw sweets, did I give you what you wanted?” “Needed.” You corrected him softly. Eddie smiled, “I can show you so much more pretty girl.” The idea of more was intimidating, but it excited you. “Maybe we rest first, hm?” Eddie suggested. You hummed softly, agreeing. Eddie moved off of you, shuffling the blanket over you. With a bit of awkward shuffling, Eddie slipped back into his boxers and pulled your panties back on to your tired legs.

“Eds?”

“Mhm?” “What about you?” You sat up and stared at his still hard cock practically springing out of his boxers. “Oh no, this, no, it's nothing. You feel good, that's all that matters.” Eddie was a horrible liar. He pressed his palm against his hard-on accidentally letting out a groan. “Eds, let me help you.” You pleaded with big, begging eyes. “Sweets no, you’re tired, we can rest.” “But Eddie,”

“Hm?” “I wanna play with you.”

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Opposites Attract (Ryomen Sukuna x Fem Reader)

Authors note: I am so sorry I took so long to write another story! I hope you enjoy this one. I noticed a lot of you loved my other Sukuna oneshot, so I am here with another one for you guys! Sukuna once again is a loving husband to his wife, but he still teases her and has his snarky comments. Very fluff filled!!!!!!!!!

Authors note pt 2: Sukuna in this looks like his OG human form, but without the extra arms and eyes. HE LOOKS DIFFERENT FROM YUJI! But yeah, that's how I imagine he looks in this. Also, this is in a modern au with no sorcery.

Word Count: 1470

In a quiet, modern society, far removed from the supernatural world of curses and sorcery, Ryomen Sukuna was leading a completely ordinary life. He was married to a wonderful woman named Y/N, who was the complete opposite of him in many ways. She was the antithesis of her husband, radiating warmth and kindness wherever she went. Her sunny disposition was like a beacon of light that thawed his icy exterior. Despite his moody and unpredictable behavior, she knew he loved her deeply. She could see it in the way his eyes softened when he looked at her, in the subtle smiles he reserved for her alone. Even when he called her "brat", she knew he meant well.

Their life together was filled with ordinary, everyday moments that were just perfect for the two of them. Ryomen Sukuna's work was demanding, but as soon as he stepped through the door of their cozy home, he was a different man. He shed the weight off the world outside and transformed into a cuddly, affectionate husband. Although his verbal comments didn't change much, the physical transformation showed the other side to this man. The two practically followed each other around the house, sharing meals, watching TV, Y/N sitting with him in the garage while he worked on a project, or simply enjoying each other's company.

One sunny afternoon, Ryomen Sukuna returned home from work, expecting the usual warm greeting from Y/N. However, the house was eerily silent, and he couldn't hear her familiar laughter or the clatter of pots in the kitchen. Concerned, he called out for her, but there was no response.

Worry gnawed at Ryomen Sukuna as he made his way through their home, his search for Y/N intensifying with every step. He finally found her in the bathroom, lying on the floor beside the bathtub. She had slipped and fallen while trying to step out of the shower, and a pained grimace distorted her usually radiant face.

Rushing to her side, Ryomen Sukuna's heart filled with alarm as he gently rubber her shoulders, moving some wet strands of hair out of her face. "Y/N, what happened?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to explain through the pain, "I slipped when I got out of the shower. I think I hurt my tailbone. It hurts so much, Ryomen."

Sukuna's normally stoic demeanor melted away in an instant as he held Y/N close, his worry for her evident in his eyes. "Don't worry, Y/N. I've got you." he whispered softly, his hands cradling her with the utmost care. Gently, he picked her up, walking into their room as he laid her slowly onto their bed.

With a loving tenderness that Y/N had seen countless times in their relationship but never ceased to amaze her, he gently examined her, trying to determine the extent of her injury. He frowned when he realized that her fall had indeed injured her tailbone, the skin around her lower back already starting to bruise and swell. "I will call the doctor and see if he can come over." Before calling the doctor, he got her dried off and dressed in bed, trying to keep her in as little discomfort as he could.

"I love how quickly you go from 'I hate you brat.' too, 'I love you so much and I am going to take great care of you.'" Y/N said with a small smile.

Ryomen chuckled softly, his eyes filled with both relief and affection as he continued to fuss over Y/N. "Well, it's not every day that my wife takes a tumble in the shower, now is it? I can't have you in pain, Y/N." he replied, his voice laced with sincerity. "And you know I don't hate you, brat. You mean the world to me."

"I know you don't hate me. But 'I hate you brat' just translates to 'I love you' in your own way. I'm right Ryo, I know I am."

Ryomen smiled at Y/N's understanding, grateful that she knew him so well. "You're absolutely right." he admitted, his fingers gently brushing her cheek. "I may not always express it the way you do, but my love for you is immeasurable. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

As he spoke, he gently brushed a strand of Y/N's hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. The doctor arrived shortly after, and Ryomen stayed by Y/N's side throughout the examination and treatment. Once the doctor left, Y/N was pretty disappointed with the results. "Of course the only way to take care of a broken tailbone is to do nothing! All I can do is take pain medicine and lay in bed!" Y/N said with heavy annoyance in her voice.

Sukuna couldn't help but chuckle at Y/N's frustration. "Well, it looks like you have a perfect excuse to be pampered now. Just next time, ask me to be pampered instead of slipping in the bathroom, clutz." he teased gently, his fingers tracing comforting patterns on her hand. "But, you can catch up on all those books you've been wanting to read, so that's a plus in a way."

Y/N couldn't help but smile through the pain, her heart warmed by her husband's care and light-hearted teasing. "I guess you're right, Ryo. I'll have plenty of time to catch up on my reading, and I won't have to lift a finger for a while."

"............Nerd." He responded back to her. He wasn't the biggest reader, so he had every right to call her that.

Y/N playfully swatted his arm, despite the pain in her tailbone. "Well, at least this 'nerd' won't have to worry about tripping over her own feet anymore." she retorted, her eyes sparkling with humor.

Ryomen chuckled and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "That's true. I'll make sure to keep a close eye on you, my accident-prone girl." he said, his voice full of affection.

Over the next week, Sukuna took time off work to spend time with his injured wife. From cooking meals, helping her into the bathroom, or even reading to her when she begged him to do so, he was there for her.

Their days together turned into a blend of laughter, occasional teasing, and heartfelt conversations. Y/N's injury had brought them even closer, and the constant care and attention from Sukuna made her heart swell with love.

One evening, as they sat on their bed, Y/N couldn't help but reflect on how fortunate she was to have him in her life. "You know, Ryo," she began, her voice filled with gratitude, "I don't know what I'd do without you. You've been my rock through all of this."

Ryomen smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "And I don't know what I'd do without you either, Y/N. Although we are quite literally opposites in demeanor and personality, I guess the saying that opposites attract is true."

Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "I guess I'm lucky to have a grumpy, moody husband who turns into a big softie when I'm hurt." she teased.

Sukuna chuckled, his hand gently stroking her hair. "Well, you're stuck with me, brat. And I wouldn't have it any other way." After a few moments of sitting together in a comfortable silence, Sukuna looked down at his wife. "You stink. Let me help you shower so you don't slip and fall. Clumsy brat."

Y/N only rolled her eyes with a soft smile. "You helped me shower the other day, I know I don't stink that bad."

His lips curved into a smirk as he teasingly replied, "You've been in bed for a whole week practically. Yeah you got of bed, but that was to go pee, take a shit, or shower. You definitely stink." He then added more seriously, "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're safe and sound. I've got you."

Y/N chuckled, grateful for his unwavering support and love. "I suppose I can't argue with that. Thanks for taking such good care of me, Ryo." He smiles, responding to her. "It's my job, brat."

As he helped her to the bathroom, they both knew that even though they were different in so many ways, their love was a bond that nothing could break. Y/N's injury had brought them closer, and they were determined to cherish each other for the rest of their days, no matter how opposite they might be from each other.

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strange-pass · 2 months

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Hello! If you are willing, I am very much in need of some good ole fluff with my boy Solomon... Like MC confesses to him and he didn't really believe it because of the demon brothers and MC gets all super sweet and says something on the lines of "Yeah, they're cool and all, but they're not *you*" and just lists off all these things they love about Solomon.

I just really need him to understand he's loved because he deserves it 🥲

»•» 🌸Feelings for an Ancient Sorcerer🌸 «•«

credit for divider: @sweetparty

Pairing: Solomon x GN!Reader

Synopsis: MC feels like it’s time to tell Solomon how they feel. They feel a crushing sense of nervousness as they go through the day, since they aren’t sure how he’ll react.

A/N: Sorry if it seems like I took a while to write this! I went through a crushing headache two days in a row and couldn’t write anything in that time. I hope you find it to your liking! I added a little kiss at the end since he deserves one. Decided to change up a couple things in terms of adding stuff to my title, and a tiny divider at the end of the fic because it looks cute. My boy Solomon needs more love in the OG game and in Nightbringer, if i’m being honest, I didn’t love him as much as I did until that scene in Nightbringer when he was standing up for humankind. He was so amazing in that lesson and I hope we see more of that in the future! That’s all I have to say, have a lovely day!

Requesting here

Genre: Romantic fluff, a tiny bit of hurt/comfort. No warnings!

Word count: 1470+ words

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While getting changed, straightening your clothes, making sure your hair looks decent, you could hear a loud pounding coming from your chest and your stomach tied in a knot. You were a bit hesitant to ask Solomon if he wanted to take a walk in Diavolo’s garden today, you wanted to keep it on the down low so you two could hang out in peace. Well… the intention wasn’t exactly to hang out, of course you wanted to, but it was time to tell Solomon how you felt. Whenever you were with him, your heart overfilled with fear and joy to the point where you couldn’t touch him in the slightest without flushing red. You wanted to know how he felt, even if you got rejected, you to let him know of the joy in your heart when you see him.

“Hey, I had some free time today and I wanted to ask if you wanted to take a walk in Diavolo’s garden?”

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw that he opened your message right away. Darn… he was fast. The typing bubble on Solomon’s end made you restless. Waiting for him to reply felt like an eternity.

“MC! I wouldn’t mind a walk at the moment.”

“But unfortunately I have some business to take care of at the moment.”

“I’ll come pick you up once I’m finished up here, it shouldn’t take long.”

You were a bit impatient, but relieved since you had time to prepare yourself mentally.

Waiting around for Solomon was agonizing, you tried to distract yourself by working on other things, but all you could think of was him. In the end, you ended up pacing around the room, thinking of what you were going to say. It made you hot and dizzy when you kept pacing faster and faster, with your mind racing at the same pace. A knock at the door made you jump a bit, suddenly not feeling ready for this. You look at your phone and realize he texted you a bit ago, telling you that he was coming.

Before you could open the door, it seemed like he opened it faster.

“It’s so glad to see you! The whole ordeal I just went through was exhausting, it’ll be nice to walk around with you. Did you want to walk to the garden first, or take our time and look at other things?”

You’d rather get the confession out of the way first, since you couldn’t wait any longer. Delaying it would only make the whole experience more painful than it is because the knot in your stomach was getting tighter, and it only made you feel sick.

“Hey Solomon! Uh, why don’t we head straight to the garden first? It’s the perfect time of day since the fireflies with the blue butts come out, I’d hate to miss them.”

Your voice was a bit shaky, He could tell something was off with you but decided not to mention it.

“Ah of course! Let’s head over right away then.”

As you start heading over to the Demon Lords Castle, you might as well make conversation.

“So what kind of business were you taking care of?”

“Oh… the usual, Mammon practically begged me to get a witch off of his back. He said that she kept following him, and said he didn’t understand why.”

“I can kind see where this is going now..”

“Haha! So you can tell that Mammon owed her something and needed me to confront her so a deal of theirs wasn’t broken?”

His chuckle was so sweet to listen to, it’s too bad that they only call him when they need him.

“It’s definitely a classic Mammon situation that he’d get in to, heh”

You were about half way to the castle and getting a bit antsy. Were you really about to tell Solomon that you loved him? He’s an ancient sorcerer, someone to admire, it’s only sensible that he’s heard countless other confessions. One thing you understood is that even if he rejected you, he wouldn’t be any more awkward with you.

Solomon could tell you were nervous, not only could he see it in your mannerisms, he could feel it radiating off of you. He put a hand gently on your back and smiled, his own little way of reminding you that everything is alright. It made you feel a bit better, even if he didn’t understand what was going on with you, he still tried to ease your nerves through his sweet touch.

The garden was practically open to the public since Diavolo wanted to share the beauty of nature to everyone. A little secret was that the garden keepers grows the plants with a certain type of chemical, and that chemical prevents visitors from harming the plants when they come into contact with the gas that’s released since it gets absorbed through the skin. You picked the garden because many Devildom specialties grew there, they had arrangements of large flowers, small flowers, vines that are grown then used for decoration, and trees that were the home of many small animals that you’ve never laid eyes on. It created the perfect atmosphere for a confession.

“Oh wow! We picked the perfect time to come here MC, it looks beautiful..”

Solomon walked towards a giant flower and touched its silky petals.

“I never come here often, I never realized how many rare species of plants grew here. It’s really enchanting.”

Now was the moment, you had to tell him before you backed down. He looked especially handsome with blue light illuminating his face, could you really tell him?

“Uh… Solomon, there’s actually a different reason I brought you here, I hope you excuse my hidden motives.”

He looked at you with a curious glint in his eyes, patiently waiting for what you were going to say with a smile on his face. He knew you wouldn’t try to hurt him, he knows the feeling of someone with malice, but you had the completely opposite aura around you.

“Listen… this is a bit difficult to say, but I like you Solomon. I really like you and I’ve been meaning to tell you for a bit now.”

You had a stare that wouldn’t stray from his face, and watched for any signs on his face. The only thing you could observe was pure shock. He stopped moving entirely, with his eyes wide, processing the information. You were afraid you did something wrong, until he spoke.

“MC, stop kidding around…”

You could feel your stomach drop, did you make a mistake?

“Because I don’t think I could handle it if you didn’t reciprocate my feelings towards you.”

…

“…Huh?”

All you could manage was confusion.

“I guess I’ve always had a hunch that you liked one of the brothers, you’re always with them, so I understand why you would. I apologize if that’s a bit presumptuous of me to admit..”

Solomons voice was lower than usual, you could tell he didn’t fully believe your confession. You couldn’t comprehend what you were hearing, he liked you back, but thought you liked the brothers more than him? You gently grabbed his shoulders and spoke with a softer tone.

“Please don’t misunderstand me.. I really like the brothers.. but they aren’t you Solomon!”

His look changed to one of hope, but you needed him to know more. You needed him to know how much you adore him.

“You’re so smart, I’ve never met anyone with as much knowledge as you. It’s really admirable and I’m so happy that you share that limitless knowledge with me. You always make sure to teach me new facts, and take time out of your day to help me learn magic.. You’re so considerate to how I feel, and it’s so.. wonderful how you stand up for yourself and protect others around you. You’re cheeky and it’s so hilarious, you make such interesting food because of your creative mind, and-“

Solomon pulls you into a tight hug before you can finish your speech. You wrapped your arms around him, and made sure that you weren’t going to let him go.

“The point is, I really.. really like you, you have no idea how happy I am that you feel the same way…”

You let him know. Solomon squeezed you before he lifted his head up to look at your face.

“Of course I do, you’re such a charmer MC, really. You can captivate anyone, but I’m glad that your heart chose me out of anyone.”

You giggled a bit, you wouldn’t choose any one else over him, he’s crazy for thinking otherwise. Both of you leaned closer to each other with bright red faces. As you sealed your confession with a soft and longing kiss, it seemed like the gardens light grew softer. When you pulled away from each other, he grabbed your hand and interlocked his fingers with yours.

“You mean so much to me, thank you for choosing me. Never leave my arms again..”

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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6:55 pm (bc)

genre: timestamp, smut — MDNI!

warnings: fem reader, unestablished relationship, virgin reader, fuckboy chan, best friend chan, oral (f rec), vaginal fingering, pet names.

words: 1.4k ~ (1470)

a/n: this + the teaser pics = this mess. this sucks but i havent wrote smut since the changbin fic

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“c-chan. wait–” you breathily whimper, fingers wrapped around the man's black locks. his fingertips dig into the skin of your thighs, teeth scraping the insides before gently nipping at the skin.

he looks at you through his lashes, a cocky and mischievous smirk resting on his lips. his tongue slowly darts out to moisten the skin leaving them to glisten in the faint light from the residue of his saliva.

you swallow thickly, your heart beating against your chest at an erratic pace. your body temperature has risen to max. it's a habit of yours to speak and not know when to shut up, especially in embarrassing situations–like five minutes ago to be exact.

you casually stated to your best friend (and fuckboy for that matter) that you've never been eaten out before. chan is your best male friend, a person you feel safe with so you have no problem over sharing, however, once you realised what you had said due to the fact that chan had a shit eating grin, did you curse yourself of your bad habit.

chan is the type of person to only do one night stands. he claims that relationships require time and effort–which he doesn't have right now. one night stands are easy for him. it's a quick fuck and you're done.

you don't care. chan is a grown man, he can do whatever he likes. however, you've heard the rumours floating around about how good chan is at eating pussy so naturally, it piqued your curiosity.

you just didn't expect that same man to be between your legs at this current moment in time.

“you want me to wait?” he cocks his eyebrow. the silver from his brow piercing faintly catching the light. “even after i've got you this worked up?”

you swallow as he hums. his fingertips delicately rubbing your aching cunt through the material of your soaked panties. he presses the pad of his finger against your clit, applying enough pressure to send tingles of pleasure up your spine. you gently tug on his hair causing chan to laugh

“you and me both know that you don't want me to stop, doll.” he purrs before suckling on the skin of your inner thigh. he leaves purple bruises and teeth marks, your body reacting to the foreign yet pleasurable feeling.

he leaves feather-like kisses on the skin, inching closer and closer to your cunt. he looks up at you for any signs of him to stop, but when he is met with nothing but rosy cheeks and doe eyes, he continues.

using his middle and index finger, he slowly rubs between your folds through your panties. you let out shaky breathes, chan humming softly as he feels how wet your panties are.

“fuck.. your panties have soaked up your juices nicely.”

“do you have to comment on it?” you mumble, feeling a wave of shyness wash over you.

“what can i say? i like to be vocal.” he says with a smirk before hooking his fingers under the waistband. “can i?”

you nod slowly, swallowing your accumulated saliva. you lift your hips up as chan pulls your panties down your legs and onto the floor. you're met with the cold air of the room hitting your soaked pussy as chan stares at it with hungry eyes.

“shit.. it's so pretty. you're so pretty yn.”

“stoppp.” you whine, legs aromatically closing as an attempt to make chan not stare anymore.

“no.” he whispers, gently prying your legs open again “let me see.”

you whimper. cheeks flushing pink as you watch chan. his hungry eyes flicker as they take in every detail of your lower half. the way your slick coats your folds and shimmers in the light. how puffy and swollen your clit is. how your entrance pulsates as it waits to be filled with something.

“gosh you're so pretty!” he growls before diving head first between your legs. you shriek as a sudden explosion of pleasure shoots up your spine due to chan's wet tongue gliding over your puffy clit.

“f-fuckk!!” you groan out. he hums as he uses the tip of his tongue to swirl around the bud before licking long strips. he then starts to suck and gently nibble on the bud before slowly licking down to your entrance.

you moan his name softly, his tongue lapping up your slick. he moans against your cunt from the way you taste, a switch inside him suddenly flipping making him want more of you. the way you sound, the way you taste makes him want so much more of you.

you tug at his hair as his tongue dives in and out of your entrance. breathy moans and shaky whimpers escape from your throat as your body and mind becomes consumed with the foreign feeling of pleasure. you free one hand from his hair to glide under your t-shirt.

you cup your own breast, squeezing and massaging the flesh as you unknowingly buck your hips against chan's face. the tip of his nose bumps against your clit which adds to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

chan smirks, letting you do as you please. he lets you buck and ride his face, his tongue alternating from entrance to clit. your fingers pinch and tug at your nipples, head flopping to the side as your lips part.

with shaky thighs, you desperately try to close your legs around his head but chan is strong. with the grip he currently has, it's a useless fight; a fight you should just give up on.

slick and saliva coats chan's face. your moans and the way your body moves sending tingles of pleasure down chan's spine and straight to his aching balls. his cock straining against his jeans. every now and then, he roughly squeezes and palms himself to relieve him of the ache.

you look down as chan pulls away slightly, your brows furrowing together as a way of asking: “everything ok?” chan simply smirks before gathering up some spit and spitting on your cunt.

your eyes widen a little at the dirty, yet attractive, action. all thoughts are quick to leave your mind once you feel chan rub and smear the saliva on your clit and folds. using two fingers, he rubs between your folds getting the skin coated in your slick.

he teasingly dips the tips of his fingers inside your entrance to be greeted by sudden warmth and the feeling of you clenching around him. he laughs softly as he looks at you, your pink cheeks and doe eyes staring down at him as you chew your lip.

“is this o–”

“yes!” you hastily interrupt “yes! just fuck me chan. please.. i'm aching to feel something.” you curse your virgin self for sounding so desperate, but you couldn't help it. the pleasure you're feeling is so new and scary. you'd be lying to yourself if you said you wasn't scared of what's next but you know you're safe with chan and with each moan you make, the more you love it.

chan swallows thickly as he clenches his jaw. he makes a mental note of how adorable and submissive you look right now, forever burning the image into his brain.

he'll use that to jerk off later.

he slowly pushes his fingers inside, stopping at the first knuckle. you groan at the feeling of fullness alongside with how thick his fingers feel. he curls his fingers against your walls, slowly pumping them.

your walls contract around him, holding onto his fingers tightly as if you're scared he will escape. he slowly picks up the pace, your eyes fluttering shut. he dares to push his fingers deeper inside, finger curling and caressing your walls.

he angles each thrust in an attempt to hit that spot he knows so well–and when he does, his ears and eyes are blessed with the sight and sound of you.

you let out a long and desperate moan, back arching as his fingertips abuse your g-spot. you shakily reach down, holding onto his wrist as you dig your nails into the skin. chan smirks before sucking on your clit again.

“fuck fuck fuck. chan, so good. fuck!” you moan, your throat becoming dry from all the panting you've been doing.

“good girl.” chan mumbles “you're doing so well for me.”

your core clenches, stomach dipping and body sweating. you can't say or do anything because you're so consumed with pleasure. you're hazy and all you can think about is having chan's cock deep inside you, ruining your insides.

chan loves the way you sound, taste, smell and feel. his animalistic side getting the better of him as his fingers drive in and out and tongue swirling around your puffy clit.

he wants more; so much more.

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @oshimee ; @fairylouist ; @septicrebel ; @bbujiikseu ; @cixrosie ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer

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liquid-luck-00 · 7 months

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Marks of Magic

Day 3 Curse of Maribat Spooktober 2023

First *** Previous *** Next

Language and cursing is used

1470 words

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On one hand her parents were supportive and agreed that her taking time away from Paris would be good for her. So they helped her pack on Saturday night, seeing as she was leaving very early on Monday morning.

She didn't hear anything about Gabriel Agreste, but there were whispers wondering why Hawkmoth was quiet.

No she hasn't said anything, except to Luka, no one else knows that the war in Paris is over. There was no way she could after all. She couldn't become Ladybug, and she couldn't do it as Mari without her life turning upside down. Hopefully the people of Paris will believe the miraculous went dormant.

Hopefully.

Sunday she tried to adjust to E.S.T. so she wouldn't be too jet lagged on Monday. And it worked to an extent, mostly she got some much needed sleep and was able to make it through with a cup of coffee.

There was only enough time for her to set her things in the apartment, that was provided with the transfer program, and change into the uniform before leaving again.

She grabbed her backpack and left for the Academy, which was less than a block away.

She arrived a bit early and made her way to the office.

"Hello?" She called out to the empty office.

"Oh! Hi there." A woman popped her head out of an adjoining room. "How can I help you?"

"I’m here to pick up my schedule."

"Oh the new transfer student."

"That would be me." She smiled at the woman who had moved to the desk by the door.

"Your name please, hun."

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"And here we go, and you’ll need this too." She printed out a paper and pulled a second from a cabinet. She grabbed a pen from a cup and started marking a map she had pulled out. "Here we go, sweetie."

"Thank you, madame."

She called as she left the office and stepped into the hall.

She easily found her home room class, the door was slightly ajar. Inside the teacher was at his desk and a single student was in the classroom, the others she passed in the courtyard and hallways.

"Hello Mr. Argyle."

The teacher looked up. "You’re the new student?"

"Yes sir."

"Only desk open is next to Mr. Todd." He pointed at the boy who was currently reading. Before promptly ignoring her and continued reading over the papers in front of him.

So she started walking towards the boy, Todd she recalled he was called.

"Hello." She smiled at him as she was about to put her bag down.

"Fuck off." He responded without even looking at her.

She blinked, and before she could think her mouth moved before her brain could process wether it would be an appropriate response.

"Well aren’t you charming." She set her things down and pulled out her sketch book. "And for the record, this is apparently the only open seat."

"You’re new, aren’t you?"

"Really! What gave it away?" She snorted, before looking over. He was staring at her as if she were a puzzle. Once the silence between them stretch a bit to long she quirked a brow, which broke him from his daze.

"Sorry about that, habit'.'

He rubbed the back of his neck. His black hair was messy, styled up out of his face. His eyes a blue, lighter than her own, with flecks of green. A small scar ran through his upper lip, as of he had been in a fight.

"It’s fine, I wasn’t much better after all." Her lips flicked in a small short smile. "Marinette."

"Jason."

They each turned towards their silent time occupants, until the bell rang a few minutes later. Their classmates started to file in and take their seats, where Mari was instantly pounced on, a group of students flocked the table to ask questions.

"Class is about to start, so sit down."

"No one was talking to you." A red haired girl with green eyes snapped at Jason, Alice she introduced herself as.

"You don’t want to rub off on the poor girl." A boy with blonde hair and grey eyes followed.

"Why are you talking to him like that?" She had to ask.

"He’s cursed no one can stand sitting at the same desk everyone has to transfer to another class within a week." Alice explained as if she was stupid.

"He’s a street rat and doesn’t belong. That’s all there is to it." Mathew, the boy sneered.

Great they really are everywhere. Now that is a real curse not whatever they think this is.

She looked behind her towards Jason. When she did he jumped out of his seat, hands balled into fists.

"I’ll show you what a street rat can do to you, a pansy rich kid." Jason snarled.

"Just cause you were adopted by someone in our circle." He motioned towards the rest of the room. "Doesn’t mean you have class."

Jason was pulling back as of to throw a punch, but she was unfortunately between both boys at the moment.

"Then why don’t you lead by example." That took everyone by surprise, so much Jason froze mid swing.

"Boys!" The teacher finally decided to intervene. "Everyone in your seats now!"

There was some grumbling among the students but she learned quite a bit from that.

One, there was a hierarchy, just like DuPont, but here it was measured by wealth than by achievement.

Two, Alice and Mathew were the queen and king, no one else tried to stop or say a thing.

Three, the teachers might actually do something, but only if things were getting out of control.

Well it’s a start, she took a breath as Mr. Argyle took attendance. Home room is just quiet time slash study hall after all so she looked down at her sketch book. She pulled her new journa from her bag and flipped to the first empty page. Which she placed between the two of them.

M. They are just assholes, don’t let it get under your skin.

Jason glanced at the words before stealing a glance at her.

J. They aren’t wrong.

M. That doesn’t mean they have to tear you down.

He lifted the pen almost going to write but stopped. She almost thought to write more when he did.

J. It doesn’t matter, you aren’t going to be her long anyways.

He turned to the book in front of him ignoring her completely. She doesn’t know why those words stung as hard as they did. She is only here for a semester, and in the long run that’s not long at all. Maybe it's because he might believe he is cursed. But she could guess why if the snippets of gossip the two shared was actually true.

Everyone ostracized him because of his early upbringing, thinking he is lesser, but she has a feeling that’s not the case.

Homeroom was coming to a close so she pulled out her map and schedule to see what was next. Ancient history to the 16th century, at least she wasn’t studying American history, that would kill her.

The bell rang and she started gathering her things.

"I can take you."

"I’m sorry?"

She looked at Jason. "History I’ve got it next too."

"Oh. That would be great." She smiled grateful he was at least talking to her.

"Seriously girl, you don’t want to become a social pariah on your first day, do you?" She heard Alice sneer, those words pulled memories from Paris that she really didn't want brought up right now.

Resulting in her sassing off like she was talking to her ex-friends in Paris. "If the alternative is kissing up to you I’ll pass, let’s go."

She practically marched out of the room, pulling Jason out of the room by his sleeve cuff.

"She’s right you know."

"People like her are insufferable. Why are there bullies everywhere I go! I swear I’m cursed to cross paths with them." She walked beside him, pouting as he led the way.

"Let me see your schedule." She handed him the page, and soon she heard him laughing.

"What’s so funny?"

"We have the same class schedule, which means you’ll have three more classes with her."

"Ugh." She deflated, then a thought occurred to her. "That means you’ll be there too, and you are so far the least insufferable person I’ve met so far." She smirked at him.

"Oh well that has to change." A smirk on his lips flashed as well. "I can be plenty insufferable."

Well this isn't going to be half as boring as she feared. In fact its shaping up to be a blast. Who cares what some stuck up rich kids think about her anyways. She is the savior of Paris and she decides how her life will unfold.

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Tag list:

@jennifer-rose123

#Maribat Spooktober 2023 #Maribat October Prompts #maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #dc x miraculous #miraculous x dc #ml marinette #maribat jason todd

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universeofdreams · 9 months

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Stupid Sunshine

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Shuri Udaku x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff and also kind romantic

Warnings: Mention of T'Challa's death, slight depression, anxiety and panic

Wordcount: 1470

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Summary: At T'Challa's funeral Shuri realized how serious it was and it gave you a ton of flashbacks. You take care of her during her panic and a mental breakdown PLUS you do her hair.

A/n: Be prepared for a little pain, hrhr. Idk, I'm a sucker for Shuri lately and I'm so grateful that I know at least a little that is needed for stories about her, thanks to my girlfriend atp.

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She cried her heart out, one hand of her mother on her right arm and another hand on her left arm which belonged to her dear lover.

Neither Ramonda nor you were able to speak and so you had to guide Shuri through this mental breakdown without words. Tears rolled over her cheeks like the rivers flow through Wakanda and they weren’t stopping.

Heavy sobs came from her mouth and her hands were folded in front of her, crying for her brother and for dear Bast.

Her sobs were heart-breaking, you couldn’t deny it.

Even though you had a hand on her, she felt her knees buckle and while the casket of T’Challa got lifted up into a jet, her legs went numb and she fell to the ground, heavily crying and burying her face in the dirt beneath her.

Today was the day she was finally able to show people how much she’s hurting without her brother, that something took him from her and her heart is breaking every day a little more.

Until this day her nights were full of bad dreams, nightmares and sleep paralysis and every time she closed her eyes, she saw him.

His wide smile and how he called her Sisi all the time, his voice echoed through her head all the time.

There were nights where she would rip her hair out in fear of falling asleep.

Or nights where she would stay in the lab for 72 hours straight, only caffein, even no food.

You were worried, the hell were you worried.

You clenched your jaw when thinking of that memory, months ago.

She was on her way to her room, told everyone that she would go to sleep. That she tried to choke herself during a paralysis right in the moment you walked through the door of her quarters wasn’t a plan.

You had those dreams once too and yet you didn’t know how to wake her. The only idea was sitting next to her, gripping her hand tightly and putting it on your thigh and away from her own throat.

You gently stroke her hair, played with the coils that hung slightly in her face, slightly wet from her excessive sweating.

A silent “No. No.” escaped from her lips while she tugged on your thigh and gasped for air.

“I’m sorry!” she whispered, started crying and that was the moment you knew-

“Shuri.”

You called out and grabbed her by the waist to turn her around.

Didn’t wake her up.

“Hey Shuri, I’m here.”

You shook her.

Didn’t wake her up.

The last idea contained a splash of water so you hurried to the bathroom, drenched a washing cloth in the cold wetness, returned to the princess and wrung out the cloth just above her face. The contact with the cold water woke her up and she shot up from laying into a sitting position.

Those tears were still in her eyes and the dried streaks of the ones she shed reflected the light off of her gorgeous skin.

The way she held eye-contact with you, so intense, so right in front of her safety-wall crumbling that you had goosebumps.

She’s broken right now and in this moment, there was no energy left for her to hide it. You offered a hug and she gladly took it, snuggling close to you and wrapping her arms around you.

“I’m here. It’s okay usana, I’m here.”

She only sniffled and shifted closer to you.

And now she was laying in front of you, crying her heart out while everyone around her celebrated. You kneeled down next to her and did the exact same thing you did back then, that night.

Gentle strokes over her head and her face while she could feel your knee on her back.

“Sthandwa sami, I’m here. Look at me.”

Your words slowly sunk into her mind and she turned around to take a look at you, almost the same expression on her face like back then.

Slow nods.

You held out your hand for her to take and once again she gladly took it and sat back up, thanks to your support.

“Let us go home, please” she pleaded and didn’t let go of your hand with which you pulled her up, into your arms. “You able to walk, love?” Your voice wasn’t more than a whisper and if she wouldn’t be next to you, she probably would’ve missed it but you didn’t want others to really hear your conversations.

She didn’t like it when others saw her “weak side”, that’s what she told you long ago. Another nod and a tight grip on your arm showed you that she indeed was ready to walk back to the palace, avoiding bigger crowds.

When the two of you arrived you pulled her up into you and carried her the few steps up into her rooms. After arriving there, you searched for some more comfortable clothes than the formal dress she was wearing right now.

When you were done looking into her closet you decided on a loose top and some shorts which you placed on her bed and helped her out of the white fabric.

You could’ve taken a look at her beautiful, naked skin but in that state you didn’t. Placing a soft kiss on Shuri’s shoulder and rubbing her arms, you brought her into the bathroom and prepared a cozy and warm bath for her with bubbles and a nice massage.

She leaned back and started feeling at ease when you undid her cornrows, started shampooing and massaging her scalp and detangling her hair as those words slipped past her lips.

“Am I being too sensitive?”

You were shook, once again.

“No, you’re not. I know your heart hurts and there’s nothing to make this feeling go away.”

You tried to reassure her to which she nodded.

“Now everyone always belittles me after he left.”

“I don’t think it’s because they want to be rude, I just think that people want to give you the time to heal, show you they’re okay with you not always being happy.”

She sighed. “Sounds logical.”

The conversation ended and you rinsed her hair, applied some leave-in conditioner and twisted it, you passed her the shorts and top for her to hop into. After searching and finding her bonnet you grabbed some water from the nightstand and passed her the glass.

“You cried, your body needs hydration, usana.” You explained and for the first time this evening – she chuckled.

“You’re right.” And drank the entire glass in one sip.

While you took the glass and went to set it aside on a dresser, Shuri started talking, more than then whole entire day.

“Why don’t you think I’m weak? You took care of me the whole time, I think if I were in your position I’d be so damn annoyed-“

And you laughed at her words.

“Shuri-“ You cupped her face.

“You’re so- so, so stupid, sunshine.”

And then a look of confusion plastered her face.

“What?”

“You always think the worst of yourself. But the fact that you couldn’t stand all these things without at least a bit of mental support stands stronger than your opinion.” You laughed so hard that your hair bounced from side to side.

“You’re so precious. Also I promised your mother and your brother to take good care of you.”

Redness appeared on Shuri’s face due to the compliment when she admired her hair in the mirror.

“Ngiyakuthanda” she said and touched her hair curiously. (I love you)

“But I’m tired.” The girl smiled and her back touched the soft mattress but also looked at you desperately.

“Join me, sthandwa. Please.”

And those beautiful brown eyes shone bright, those eyes that you could never deny the even smallest wish. So you went and lay down next to her while she cuddle up to your side, resting her face in the crook of your neck.

With heavy breathes she took in your scent and played with the brim of your shirt until she

- for the first time –

drifted off into a peaceful slumber and her snoring later on made you fall asleep too.

It was the first night for Shuri without any nightmares.

You loved the genius and there was yet nothing that would make you care less for her. Every day and every night she fights her own demons and still keeps her head up most of the time, there was no way you couldn’t love her. She is everything people look for in partners and here you were, having the most amazing girl by your side that could exist. You pecked her forehead for the last time that night, wrapped your arms around her and let her take a full cycle of sleep.

#letitia wright x reader #shuri udaku #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x reader #wakanda forever #black panther #black panther wakanda forever

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viralvava · 5 months

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i often see people saying they wish that the 1470s and such got a proper adaptation, unlike nfcv, that truly fleshes out the story and etc etc etc, and i understand the sentiment. but it also makes me feel a bit unsure, because personally i dont feel the need for an adaptation at all? i think its perfectly fine as it is. all the room for interpretation is more of a boon to me than a flaw, i love being able to fill in the gaps myself, and i feel like it inherently breeds creativity -- among other things, such as the inevitable alteration of characterisation and plot points to better fit the tv format no matter what you do, i feel like an adaptation would mess with that a bit. and in any case, i think the stories are perfectly good as they are, and i dont have any qualms with their existing nature or structure, and stuff

so like, idk, am i weird for not really wanting any kind of new adaptation, even if it is the 'perfect adaptation' people are looking for? lmao

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Even More Comprehensive BG3 Timeline

(Now with citations!) Years in (paren) are confirmed, all other lines are approximations. For my own sanity this timeline is based on available in-game information and not the Forgotten Realms at large.

1450s

Enver Flymm born

Gale Dekarios born (1457)

Enver Flymm sold to Raphael by his parents, renamed Gortash

Gortash learns about Crown of Karsus while a prisoner of Raphael

1460s

Karlach Cliffgate born

Gortash escapes the House of Hope

Gale Dekarios summons Tara the Tressym (1467)

Wyll Ravengard born (1468)

1470s

Lae’zel of K’liir born (1470)

Gortash in his Heapside Reavers period

Gortash rebrands as a black market arms dealer

Orin the Red born to Helena and Sarevok Anchev

Durge begins their serial killing spree in Baldur’s Gate (1477)

The Emperor dominates Duke Belynne Stelmane (1479)

1480s

Elminster resurrects Mystra (1480)

Gortash trades Karlach to Zariel for infernal machines & iron (1482)

Baldur’s Gate’s Beloved Ranger statue goes missing (1482)

Duke Abdel Adrian murdered during Returning Day speech (1482) - Bhaal resurrected - Ulder Ravengard replaces Adrian as Grand Duke

Orin kills her mother Helena in self-defense

Gortash recruits Franc Peartree to distribute infernal iron weapons

Gortash establishes a cult of Bane in Baldur’s Gate

Gortash approaches Durge about an alliance

Gortash moves against the Zhentarim & Knights of the Shield

Wyll Ravengard pact with Mizora, leaves Baldur’s Gate (1485)

Dead Three made aware of the Crown of Karsus (most likely informed by Gortash)* - Gortash becomes Bane’s Chosen - Durge becomes Bhaal’s chosen - Gortash & Durge are instructed to recruit Ketheric

Gortash tells Durge about Crown of Karsus (via correspondence)

Hall of Wonders test mission* - Durge gets Bhaalist memorabilia - Gortash gets a bunch of Gondian designs - Durge & Gortash get companionship

1490s

The Chosen visit Ketheric at Moonrise, learn about Illithid colony

Gortash & Durge visit the House of Hope (for intel on Mephistar?)

Gortash & Durge raid Mephistar - They get the Crown of Karsus - They get the book on the accelerated grand design

Gortash captures the Emperor

Gortash & Durge return to Moonrise - Their identities are kept secret from Ketheric’s people - Durge impresses the Moonrise Gnolls, but not Steelclaw - Ketheric yells at Durge in the throne room for an unknown reason

Durge proposes their plan to the Elder Brain who accepts

Raid on the illithid colony (1491) - Durge puts the Crown on the Elder Brain - Orin gets Durge alone during the raid & stabs them in the head - Orin tadpoles Durge, making them the first True Soul - Orin leave Durge in a pod - Orin declares herself the Chosen of Bhaal

1492

Durge breaks out of the pod & is found by Kressa Bonedaughter

Minsc captured by Absolutists at a recruitment rally in the Undercity

Gortash gets weird and intense with unethical experiments - Some futzing to get the tadpoles to consistently remain in stasis - This is when the name ‘True Souls’ gets coined - Extremely questionable fun with brains - Getting the Absolute’s voice sorted out - Tadpoling his parents - Poorly conceived experiments on children & their parents

Gortash has Iron Throne converted to hold hostages

Gortash presents prototype Steel Watcher to the city council

Jaheira tracks cult to shadow-cursed land, meets Isobel

Minthara Baenre is recruited by Orin and Ketheric

The Descent, Elturel falls into Avernus happens

Guild Bursar Uktar launders money for Gortash’s Campaign funds

Isobel is resurrected by the Dead Three

The Elder Brain sends the Chosen dreams about the Astral Prism

Gortash researches the Prism, finds out that Vlaakith has it

Gortash tasks Ketheric with sending a team to get the Astral Prism - They send a nautiloid piloted by the Emperor and other illithid - The Elder Brain lets the Emperor slip its leash - Magthew Budj arranges for Durge to be on the nautiloid as well

Gortash deploys Steel Watch in Lower/Outer City

At this point Elturel is no longer in Avernus

First Druid Halsin captured by goblins

Nautiloid picks up Shadowheart & the Prism from Astral Plane

Nautiloid picks up Lae’zel

Nautiloid goes to Baldur’s Gate, picks up Gale & Astarion

Nautiloid goes to Avernus, picks up Karlach & Wyll

Nautiloid crashes, (20 Eleasis, 1492)

Some helpful links:

A page from Sarevok’s book: Sarevok - (Murder tribunal)

Accelerated Grand Design: Gortash -

An Offer: Gortash - (Peartree basement)

Aquatic Labor: Gortash - (Flymm’s Cargo Basement)

Baldur’s Gate Temple of Bhaal: Yanthus - (Gortash’s Office)

Balthazar’s Notes: Balthazar - (Necrotic laboratory)

Clasped Book: Balthazar - (Balthazar’s chambers)

Devil’s Fee Observer’s Report**: Himberloo - (Nine-Fingers’ office)

Elder Brain Domination: Ketheric/Yanthus - (Ketheric’s Room)

Enhanced Weapons - Sales Ledger: Peartree - (Peartree basement)

Experiment on Cruor: Orin - (Temple of Bhaal)

How To Build a Watcher: deceased Gondian - (Steel Watch foundry)

Journal of Enver Gortash: Gortash - (Gortash’s Office)

Magical Histories: Volume 2: The Spellplague: unknown - (Sorcerous Sundries)

Memoir Notes with Recent Addenda: Gortash - (Gortash’s office)

Missive from Gortash: Gortash - (Ketheric’s room)

Missive from Ketheric: Ketheric - (Moonrise, 2nd floor)

Mistress of Souls’ Research Log: Kressa - (Mind flayer barracks)

My Gratitude: Gortash - To Peartree (Peartree basement)

Next Steps: Gortash - (Gortash’s office)

Prayer for Forgiveness: Durge - (Necrotic laboratory)

Scrapbook of Letters: Gortash/Durge - (Flymm’s Cobblers)

Special Operations - Infernal Arms: Uktar -

Studies of the Elder Brains: Gortash/Yanthus - (Gortash’s Office)

Suspended Ceremorphosis: Gortash/Yanthus - (Tadpoling center)

Test Mission with Gortash: Durge - (Temple of Bhaal)

The Astral Prism Heist: Gortash - (Gortash’s office)

The Dukes of Baldur’s Gate: unknown - (Baldur’s Mouth/Peartree’s house)

The Grand Design: Gortash/Yanthus - (Mind flayer colony)

The True Life of ‘Lord’ Gortash: a skeleton - (Wyrm’s Rock Prison)

The Ultimate State: Gortash - (Gortash’s office/Flymm’s Cobblers)

*an in-game contradiction between Gortash and Durge. See: ‘Test Mission with Gortash’ and ‘Memoir Notes with Recent Addenda’. I’ve placed it after, but there’s also a legitimate argument to be made that Gortash and Durge met and became allies much earlier, possibly around the same time as Gortash’s betrayal of Karlach

**no link cuz the bg3.wiki doesn’t have it??

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Kids Interview / Jonah Hauer-King X Actress!Reader

Summary: You and Jonah are traveling across Europe with the rest of the cast for the press tour of The Little Mermaid. You were set to have a day off, but when Halle couldn’t make it to the interview with Jonah because she was feeling ill, you came to do the interview with Jonah instead. Warnings: It's mostly some humor, cute kids and a little hint of flirting between Jonah and reader. Word count: 1470

Disclaimer: You portray Eric’s niece in the movie who came to live with him and the queen to learn how to become a well-behaved princess and your character helped Sir Grimsby to get Eric to forget the mystery girl and go after Ariel. You were like Eric’s closest friend.

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You were rushed to the location where press was being held by the driver Rob Marshall send to pick you up. Doing your make-up in the car had been a trick you had gotten better at over the course of working on this film, so all you had to do was get dressed once you arrived.

Halle had fallen sick with food poisoning, luckily nothing too serious, after you, her and Jonah had gone out to dinner the night before to celebrate the kickoff for press of the movie. It was something all three of you were very nervous for.

Halle had gotten a lot of backlash for being a person of color cast as Ariel while Jonah got the backlash for being a white person cast as Eric which wasn’t ‘woke’ enough (you simply thought that Christian Navarro, who started the gossip, was jealous for not getting cast himself) and because people were upset the role didn’t go to Harry Styles. And you, well, you got the backlash for being a character that wasn’t even in the original.

But the three of you got through all of it together, ending up being very close friends. Which made it a no brainer for you to fill in for Halle when you heard that she was sick. So after checking up on her you were raced to the venue and got ready before joining Jonah in the studio.

“Hey, I tried to come as quick as I could,” you greeted him with a small hug before taking a seat in the chair beside him.

“Don’t worry, you’re,” he checked his watch. “precisely on time,” he flashed you a charming smile. You let out a sigh of relief at those words before watching two little kids come into the room. They were both dressed up like Disney characters, holding a set of cards in one hand and a doll in the other.

Your jaw dropped slightly as you placed your hand over your chest in awe of the adorable kids who couldn’t be older than 8. Jonah did the same before getting up to give the kids a welcoming hug. You followed suit, feeling sad for Halle that she had to miss this, knowing how much she loved kids.

“You both look so beautiful,” you coo as both you and Jonah sat down in your chairs again, the kids sitting down across from you. The little girl dressed up like Ariel and the boy like prince Eric.

“Hello, I am Marissa,” the girl introduced herself, looking into the camera. “and this is my little brother Ivan and we are here with Y/N Y/L/N and Jonah Hauer-King to talk about The Little Mermaid,” she introduced and you could tell that this girl was made for showbusiness with the flair she had in just the introduction, while her little brother shyly looked down at his cards.

“Thank you for having us, it’s so nice to be here,” you smile kindly as Marissa turns her attention back to the two of you.

“Definitely,” Jonah chimed in with a smile of his own.

“Jonah,” Marissa looked at her card for a moment before looking up at him with a serious look on her face. “what was it like to get the part of prince Eric and how did you find out that you got the part?”

“Well, it was a very long process of auditioning and I was pretty nervous. I had never done something on the scale of a Disney movie and I’m a really big fan of Disney myself, so I really wanted this part. So yeah, I was very excited. Uhm, it had been months since I heard from the studio after my last audition, which actually happened to be my screen test with Halle, who plays Ariel. And I got this call from Rob Marshall and he said in that Rob Marshall voice: ‘Hello, I am looking for prince Eric’,” Jonah attempted to do a Rob Marshall impression, causing you to chuckle lightly. “So I was like: ‘This could be him…’ and yeah, that’s- that’s it.”

“And Y/N, what was the process for you?”

“Well, I got the same kind of phone call,” you answer. “and yeah, I guess you could say I was pretty anxious. Y/C/N isn’t originally in the movie so I was very nervous about what it was gonna be like and how people would react. There were a lot of auditions and at first we weren’t told the part we were auditioning for, I only really learned about the character when I got the part. You know, so that people wouldn’t find out about the new character before they were supposed to. But… Rob Marshall is a great director and we had an amazing team of writers and choreographers and the crew, all in all, is just amazing. And I think they did a great job at creating this character who… it isn’t really clear what her intentions are. You don’t really know where she stands because, well, she’s morally grey as we call it. She cares about Eric and wants to help him, but she’s got her own motives as well. So I think it was really fun exploring this new character. Rob really helped in coming to understand her and once Lin Manuel, he wrote the new songs, showed me the song he had in mind for Y/C/N I think it really came together for me.”

“Who were you most excited to work with?” Marissa asked, crossing her legs. I looked towards Jonah to see if he wanted to answer first, but he nodded for me to go first instead.

“For me, I was very excited to work with mostly everyone. I love ‘Hamilton’ so Lin Manuel and Daveed Diggs were just… amazing. And then Halle is such an angel and Jonah, of course, is just… everything you want to work with. But I actually think I might have been most excited to meet Melissa McCarthy. I grew up watching Gilmore Girls and I loved her character, Sookie, so it was just so surreal meeting her. She inspired me so much, so yeah, I was really excited about meeting her.”

“I’d have to say Javier Bardem,” Jonah answered, rubbing his hand over his jawline in thought. “I really embarrassed myself the first time meeting him. You know, I grew up on his movies. So, I went to his trailer and just knocked and I was so nervous. The door swung open and there was this really big guy and I looked at him, he looked at me and I just asked: ‘Can I have a hug?’ and he said: ‘Come here’ and just gave me a bear hug. But yeah, he must’ve thought ‘who is this kid showing up by my trailer asking for a hug’, so… that was pretty embarrassing,” he laughed shyly and you could swear his cheeks had a crimson hint in them.

“And what was it like working together?” Ivan asked, his voice hushed as his eyes darted around the room. You could simply melt at the adorableness.

“I mean, I love this job,” Jonah started and you braced yourself for whatever he was gonna say next. “even when it’s infuriating, like working with Y/N and… basically working with Y/N,” he joked and you give him a look of feigned hurt. “No, I’m just joking around. I loved working with her. She’s an amazing actress and she’s just got this beautiful, theatric voice. We got really close over the course of filming and I’m genuinely a little sad I don’t get to work with her anymore. We spend every day together for the past… almost two years. So yeah, it’s- I’m gonna miss having her around all the time. Bugging me to sing for her,” he said the last part like he was annoyed with it and you couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that he actually enjoyed it.

“You know, I feel the same way. I’m gonna miss our days together. Jonah was just such a joy to work with. He’s so passionate about what he does and he’s just so driven. Seeing him act is enough to make me realize why I went into acting. Seeing the joy he has and experiencing the fun we have together. Not just us, but with Halle too. I mean, we had the most fun. He’s just an amazing human being and I couldn’t be prouder of what he’s achieved and what he’s done with the part and I can’t wait for people to see this wonderful man sing and play his heart out.”

“Ahw, that’s actually the nicest thing you ever said to me.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you reply jokingly, smiling back at him. You really were gonna miss these moments together.

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Fanta twins at the ball pit

Original tweets thread: HERE

Sota's blog post for this video under the cut:

Nakajima Sota blog vol. 1470 2024.03.21 KANMURI!! We have been shooting at Round 1 for HoriNatsu Kanmuri and during our break time Kimu-san has started doing something.

I posted it on Twitter just now, but here's the full version in blog (lol) I also joined him afterwards and we worked together to arrange all the balls according to colour I'm sure the person who comes to this room after us would be amazed at how the balls are arranged so properly 💭🤣 They'd feel bad to mess it up 😂 Kanmuri monitoring* episode is really fun so make sure to check it out on Youtube!!

*Monitoring here means a situation was set up for random people and their response is monitored. Is based on a popular Japan variety show called Ningen Kansatsu Variety Monitoring

#kimura keito #nakajima sota #fantastics from exile tribe #ketosota #OHHH THEY ARE SOO TWINS!!!!! KETOSOTA ARE SO TWINS 😭😭#THE MOST PRECIOUS #also i kinda forgot my setting for subbing and stuffs djfjdhf so pls accept it as it is #banantls #the first video is from blog but no one tell Idh shhhhh

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Scars - Nightmare/Blue Fic

Media: Undertale AUs/UTMV

Genres: Romance, kinda technically pre-established relationship? but not in an official relationship, Flirting, telling stories, uhhh idk characters r telling stories, it’s kinda cute I think

Characters: King Nightmare, Blue, Dream (mentioned)

Pairing(s): Nightmare/Blue

CW/TW: Talking/Touching of scars, scars caused by violence, scars caused by magical trauma, mentions of gore/blood, suggestive comments/actions

Word Count: 1470 Words

"How long have you been there, you little pervert?"

Heat rose into Blue's cheeks, and he hid away in his scarf. The massive door to Nightmare's bedroom shut behind him, and he refused to look away from the floor.

On the opposite end of the room, was Nightmare, almost completely naked. His black hair was damp from his shower, and it was slick against his face. The only piece of clothing he had on was a pair of boxers; his black satin robe draped over a chair.

Staring at Nightmare after his shower wasn't what he was there to do, but he just couldn't help it. He wasn't ogling at him, of course! His eyes couldn't leave the scars jutting across his back.

Disgusted was the wrong word to describe Blue's morbid curiosity. In awe, was a better descriptor. Blue wasn't one to pity those with scars, he was the opposite, in fact.

Scars tell a story. That's what he always thought. He believed that scars shows courage in the face of adversity, and he loved learning about them. Loved to gently touch them. Loved to let the person with them that he knew they had been through shit, but adored them anyway.

Blue knew what it was like to have scars, he had them himself. A large, thick scar that stretched across his chest.

There was nothing more he hated than it.

A bit hypocritical, maybe, but he wasn't perfect.

It was likely that he adored others to hopefully one day love his own. He hadn't gotten to that point, though.

"Well?"

"N-No! I wasn't staring at you like that I promise!"

"Not an answer to my original question but alright. And, I do find that hard to believe." Nightmare had slipped on his robe at that point, and had come over to Blue. He leaned against the doorframe, effectively pinning Blue against the door.

"I haven't been here for very long," Blue said with a huff, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks. "A few seconds, maybe."

"Mhm. And what's this?" Nightmare hummed, taking the small package from Blue.

"It has your name on it, and I figured I'd deliver it to you."

It was, unsurprisingly, a book. Nightmare tore into the packaging without issue, a tentacle tearing out of his back to take care of it. Where it went, Blue couldn't say, but he assumed Nightmare disposed of it properly.

"Ah, glad to see it finally game in." Nightmare turned the book around in his hand. He glanced back at Blue, a small smile on his face. "Thank you."

"Yeah, 'course." Blue nodded, fidgeting with the ends of his scarf. He was desperately trying to keep his mind occupied so his eyes wouldn't wander to Nightmare's chest. He wasn't trying to be indecent or anything, but could anyone blame him when his pecs were right there.

"I'll be going now then. Enjoy your book."

"Ah ah, no you don't." Before Blue could go anywhere, Nightmare grabbed him by his wrist and kept him in the room. "I still have to talk to you."

"About what?" Blue said, exasperated.

"You can look at me, you know."

"What are you..."

Nightmare rolled his eyes and took Blue's chin in his hand, tilting his face upwards. His head turned to the side as if inspecting Blue's face. His hand was large, his fingers easily wrapping around the bottom of his face, most of his palm not touching anything. "You can look at me. There's no need to be shy."

"But-" Blue sputtered, his cheeks practically glowing with blush. "But that's...rude? I-I mean, I don't want to stare at you, you're a person not a..."

"Blue."

"...What?"

"I spent so much time crafting myself, my body. I'm proud of it." Nightmare continued, a small smile on his face. His tongue ran across his upper lip as he thought for a moment. "If I didn't want you to look, then I wouldn't be showing it off right now."

Of course it was intentional. The way the robe was parted to show off his chest perfectly and the rest of it teased the eyes, the mind. He was somehow showing off the perfect amount, and too little.

"Look at me."

And he did. Blue's eyes fell to Nightmare's chest, his body. Nightmare wasn't skinny, not by any means. He was fat, muscular, and utterly perfect. His skin was dark brown, and it was like his body came straight out of a Renaissance painting. Blue's eyes traced the curves of his body, his hands flying up to his scarf to fidget with it.

"You can touch me too."

"Why?"

"Sorry?"

"Why are you letting me...?

"Oh my god," Nightmare snorted, partly amused. "You amuse me. I like you. And besides, a handsome little man like yourself getting familiar with me, my body?"

Nightmare leaned in closer, his lips nearly touching Blue's ear, "That doesn't sound like a bad time. If you're down, I'm down."

"...Anywhere?"

"Hm?"

"Can I touch you anywhere?"

A small snort came out of Nightmare as he stepped back, holding his arms out, "Anywhere, sweetheart. I'm all yours."

Without a moment of hesitation, Blue walked around Nightmare, going towards his back. Nightmare raised an eyebrow but allowed Blue to do what he wanted. In one fell swoop, Blue yanked the robe down, revealing his back.

"Wo-ah, what are you doing back there, hm?" Nightmare hummed, a smirk wide on his face.

Blue's hands immediately went to the massive scar that went across Nightmare's entire back. Across the folds, the curves, almost the entirety of his back.

"...Ah. That's what you were looking at."

He sounded almost disappointed.

"It's beautiful." The words slipped out of Blue's mouth before he could stop himself. "L-Like the rest of you, haha."

"Thanks." Nightmare snorted, slipping the robe off of his arms and keeping it in his hands.

"Where did you...? Blue asked, fondling the skin of his back.

A tentacle was summoned from his back, scaring Blue off with a squeak. "Don't be afraid. Just look."

Three more were summoned from his back, and Blue stepped back to get a good look at it. The scar matched up perfectly with the tentacles, as if his skin had been pulled back and ripped to shreds before growing back...wrong. Mis-colored, coarse. Scarred.

"This was because of the apples. Dream has told you?"

Yes. Oh yeah, Dream had told him. He knew all about the apples and the Tree of Feelings and what happened on that fateful day. He nodded, an "mhm" coming out of him.

"The first time I ever summoned my tentacles...wasn't pretty. My body hadn't caught up to the amount of magic in my system, so when I summoned them almost immediately...

"Well." He gestured to his back, stretching it out slightly, the tentacles retracting back into himself. "They destroyed me. Blood and muscle...everywhere."

"Gross."

"Yes. It was."

"Are you okay?"

"Hm?"

"Talking about...it. Y'know..."

Nightmare turned around, slinging the robe back over his shoulders, "I don't mind talking about it."

"Oh. But Dream-"

"Dream...throws a tantrum whenever he talks about it." Nightmare leaned against the back of the door, his arms crossed, a smirk on his face. "For him, it was the worst day of his life, I don't blame him, but, for me? Me? Hah, it was the best day of my life. I got everything I wanted.

"Power, mostly, but uh," He waved a hand at his chest, his head leaning to the side as he smiled, "I became exactly what I wanted to be."

"...Beautiful." Blue stepped closer, his hands raising to touch Nightmare's body once more. He was stopped, however, with Nightmare interlacing their fingers and pulling him close.

A shiver was sent down Blue's spine as Nightmare pulled him close, his face mere inches away from his chest. "Why don't you show me your scars, hm? I know you have them."

Blue only found the courage to respond when he buried his face in Nightmare's chest, eyes closed. "No."

"No? No, you don't have scars, or no, you don't want to show me?"

"...It's ugly. My scar, I mean. You don't want to see it."

"Don't tell me what I do or don't want." Nightmare hissed, using his hand to tilt Blue's face forward. "It's quite pretentious of you to claim my scars are beautiful but yours ugly.”

"I know that! It's just...hard."

"I know." Nightmare murmured, running his fingers through Blue's hair. He leaned down, his hand trailing down Blue's back, goosebumps appearing along his skin. "Perhaps I could change your mind."

A kiss was placed against Blue's neck, "May I try?”

With a shutter, Blue responded, his knees threatening to cave in. "Please."

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I am recently going through all your Ficino posts with great joy (I need a new historical rabbit hole!). Do you have any preferred sources to recommend if I want to start reding or listening in for more grounding on his life, weirdness, philosophy, and all the other funky queer Florentine folk surrounding him?

yessss come down the rabbit hole with me! He is such a delightful weirdo <3 Get ready to learn so much about Saturn and Saturn's Malice (which is not in the room with us, calm down Ficino).

He's a hard one because, in English, there aren't really any biographies on him. (Italian, obviously, is a different story.)

A lot of the grounding works - good essay collections, academic texts etc. - are prohibitively expensive. They can range from $100cad to over $400cad, depending on the work. This is because most are purely that: academic texts. Meaning the print run was like 100 copies and all were bought by university libraries lol

He is also not a well known figure outside of those who study quattrocento Italy or those who study Platonism and other philosophical movements. Some of those who operate in the occult world are familiar with him due to his writings on astrology and natural magic.

Florence also had a huge flood that tragically decked a lot of their older archives and that has also sadly impacted many historians' work in the early modern field.

Now, all this said, I'm going to give you my current piecemeal recommendations:

Eight Philosophers of the Italian Renaissance - Paul Kristeller - a classic survey work based on a lecture series he gave in like the 60s, I want to say. It's very much "what it says on the tin" and provides a healthy overview of eight philosophers of the Renaissance. Ficino is one of them and it's a good place to start on who/what/where/when/why.

Others are those like Bruno, Pico Della Mirandola, Valla, Petrarch etc. All worth knowing something about because they either knew Ficino or influenced him or were influenced by him.

Kristeller wrote a lot on Ficino and is one of the "founders" I would say of the 20th century revival in the interest in Ficino. So, noodle around his works as there is always something interesting in them. They are dated, he was writing in the 60s - 90s, but it's broadly good stuff.

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Volume 1 of Ficino's Letters, 2nd edition (make sure it's the second edition). This has great front material that goes into him and his life, positions him in the period and those who he knew and was corresponding with.

I will say, they do write in the introduction: "He [Ficino] was apparently the least active of men. It is probable that in his sixty-six years he never set foot outside the territory of Florence and the record of his life is little more than a chronicle of his books."

Which I take umbridge over as his life was very interesting, people just haven't dug into it to the degree they should.** Like, what was going on in the 1480s with all those land disputes over his father's will between him and his brothers? We need details! We need the family gossip! Alas, we don't have it as it may not exist, anymore, or the related legal papers are in an archive and it's not been made available to the public.

**Note: Paul Kristeller, and others, make occasional references to someone who was working on an English biography of Ficino. But this would have been in the 80s and 90s and nothing appears to have come of it. So I presume that project is languishing in someone's desk drawer.

There was talk of Arthur Farndell publishing a biography but I haven't seen any signs of it - last I heard mention would have been in the early 00s. Farndell's done most of the modern translations of Ficino's works, so he's quite prolific and you'll see his name a lot.

Ficino's Letter Collection (the remaining volumes) - there are 12 volumes of letters that Ficino began pulling together in the 1470s, but he regularly added to, edited, and tweaked the collection over the course of his life.

Letter collections of this sort were a genre of writing at this time and would have been understood to be a vehicle for expounding on philosophical or political issues rather than literal transcriptions of letters written to people.

Which is to say, Ficino did write some iteration of the letters included to the recipients identified. But what was printed, the manuscript editions we have, are highly edited for the purpose of public edification. This does make it super interesting to see what personal details he chooses to leave in.

For example, November 10, 1476 Ficino writes to Cavalcanti about some theological works he was putting together. Ficino also notes that he is returning to Florence soon, he had been at his father's country farm/house/thing, and he intreats Cavalcanti to also return to Florence so "we may at least be close companions in the city, even if we have not been close companions in the country this summer."

Now, as an addendum after the farewell Ficino includes this gem:

"But why do I write nothing about the recent birth of your third daughter? Because you did not write a word to me. Do you wish me to tell the truth? I will not write a word about this before I hear whether I am to congratulate or to console you. But rejoice in the gifts of the Great King, whatever they may be, for nothing from the great is mean or worthy of scorn."

What an interesting bit of personal correspondence to keep in a letter set meant to bring people closer to Platonic ideals of love, civic duty, and their relationship with the divine.

But all of Ficino's letters to Cavalcanti are odd like that. They're half personal correspondence ("I'm sad and bored, please write me!!!" or "I have Luigi Pulci. So much. Have I told you that recently? Hate him. I love everyone in the entire world with every fibre of my soul except Gigi. Fuck Gigi." etc.) and half actual philosophical musings.

Anyway, the letter collections are worth reading. Each volume also includes relevant historical details on what was happening in his life or the broader world at that time. So, for example, the back matter for Vol 4 dives into the Pazzi conspiracy since that is relevant to the letters of that volume (and Vol. 5 to be fair).

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De Vita (Three Books of Life) - Carol Kaske and John Clark - This is Ficino's "medical" text plus the third book which is where Ficino is like "and this is how you use magical properties of certain stones, sigils, planets, and daemons to heal yourself" and other normal things like that. (He broadly fits into the mode of natural healing magic that was very common for the time - magic/medicine/science all being tangled together in the medieval and early modern period - however he does go a bit further than some. This is the book that got him into hot water with the Church.) Ficino was the son of a doctor and studied and practiced medicine so it makes sense he added medical texts to his repertoire.

I have version put out by The Renaissance Society of America: Renaissance Text Series with critical notes and introduction by Carol Kaske and John Clark.

High recommend, if only for the front notes and introduction. They do a great job positioning Ficino in the broader intellectual landscape of the time. They do a bit of attempting to track his education which wasn't as formal as one might think (he attended the University of Florence but I don't think he ever graduated. He was self-taught in many respects). They also get into what his thoughts on magic were and how they fit, or didn't fit, with the broader framework of faith and magical practices of Ficino's contemporaries.

In addition, they get into how his medical and magical thinking differs from others, where he was innovative, where he leaned on existing traditions, and the repercussions of having published this text.

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The Bookseller of Florence - Ross King - this is a great, vey accessible book. It uses Vespasiano's life, a contemporary of Ficino, as a lens through which to explore the manifold changes in manuscript/book creation and distribution that were happening over the course of the fifteenth century.

The book also weaves in the shifting intellectual, religious, and political movements and the big, and small, players that participated and influenced these changes. Naturally, Ficino makes appearances throughout and he is described delightfully.

But I highly recommend it as a means to get a backdrop of the intellectual and political world Ficino was born into and operated within. Also, there's fun gossip about people in it and that's always a plus.

An example of some humourous bits:

"Ficino was scholarly and pious, [Luigi] Pulci (known as Gigi) boisterously scandalous, famous for his insults, invective, and sarcastic humour; he also had an unblushing fondness for taverns, brothels, and black magic. He lived up to his surname (Pulci means "fleas")--a maddenly irritating parasite. As one Florentine frantically complained in a letter to Lorenzo [de' Medici], "Gigi is annoying, Gigi has a bad tongue, Gigi is crazy, Gigi is arrogant, Gigi spreads scandal, Gigi has a thousand faults." Ficino triumphed when Gigi wrote a series of sonnets scorning pilgrims, miracles, preachers, and the doctrine of the immortal soul--and, in doing so, Ficino declared, made himself "odious to God" [...]"

Phenomenal. None of them should ever change. Also just the mental image of this pissed off Florentine frantically writing to Lorenzo "Get this man OUT of our City or so help me God!!"

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Friend to Mankind: Marsilio Ficino - editor Michael Shepherd - ok so this is an essay collection that is really hit and miss. More misses than hits, now that I'm looking at it. I wouldn't recommend going out of your way for it, but if you see it in like a bargain bin or something it's worth picking up.

That said, there are a few essays in it that are worth finding, if you can:

"Fellow Philosophers," Linda Proud (this one is Great if you want the hilarious hot gossip of Pico Della Mirandola, Poliziano, and Ficino squabbling over Plato's concepts of Love. Well, Pico and Ficino cat-fight over it, if in a loving fashion. Poliziano eats popcorn and laughs.)

"In Praise of the One - Marsilio Ficino and Advaita," Arthur Farndell

"Ficino and Astrology," Geoffrey Pearce

"Ficino on the Nature of Love and the Beautiful," Joseph Milne

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On the Nature of Love: Ficino on Plato's Symposium - translation by Arthur Farndell

It is 100% worth reading Ficino's commentaries on Plato's Symposium if only because I am convinced he wrote the entire thing as a love letter to Giovanni Cavalcanti.

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Marsilio Ficino and His World - Sophia Howlett - if you can find this at the local library or used somewhere and it's not $150 I recommend it. This is the overview book that I think you're after that doesn't really exist in English, aside from here.

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Marsilio Ficino: His Theology, His Philosophy, His Legacy - editors Michael Allen and Valery Rees - This is another expensive one, sitting around $250/$300 - but I've read excerpts from it and all that I have read is amazing.

It's an essay collection covering his thoughts on Hermeticism, Plotinus, the soul and primacy of will, musical therapy (Ficino was very keen on musical therapy), Jewish concepts of the prisca theologia, the 15th c. Plato-Aristotle controversy among other philosophical items. There are also essays exploring his influence on art, thinkers, and writers both in his own lifetime as well as throughout history.

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Plato's Persona: Marsilio Ficino, Renaissance Humanism, and Platonic Traditions - Denis Robichaud - I just spent too much money and bought this book. Will report back as I read it - however, based on the excerpts I read online, I'm super stoked.

Robichoud seems to be exploring how Ficino wrote and created his sense of self through interpretation of Platonic writings and thought. There's lots of stuff about how Ficino interacts with Plato and interprets and understands himself as, like, Plato's "spokesperson" if not a full extension of Plato himself.

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I hope this helps! Ficino's such a weird little man and I love him. I hope you enjoy going down the rabbit hole as much as I have - and I'm always here to talk Ficino, or anything early modern Italy really. <3 <3

#ask #reply #marsilio blogging #marsilio ficino #early modern italy #early modern florence #renaissance #renaissance florence #renaissance italy #marsilio sourcing

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azaleavi · 1 year

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Stranger

Author's note: Hey everyone! I'm back! Kinda... I know it's been an awful long time since I've been here and I apologize for that, but a lot of things happened in my life that I didn't see coming and I needed time to get myself together. Turns out writing is a really big part of me and I can't keep myself away from it. Anyway, I don't want to ramble on for too long so here is my "I'm back" fic which is a Crowley fanfic. I hope you all like it and please give me feedback as I haven't written anything for about a year. Love you all! ❤

Word count: 1470

Warnings: very minor alcohol consumption, very light language

Summary: While having a few drinks at a bar, you meet a very intriguing stranger.

He must not be from around here. This was your first thought after seeing him interact with the other patrons at the bar. You were sitting in the dimly lit corner of the place, just observing the people mingling about.

"You see, you cannot fix this yourself" his voice floated across the room, filling the air and along with it, your ear. He wasn't close to you at all, but he didn't know how to keep his voice down so everyone around him heard his conversation with another man. "You need me, whether you like it or not" you rolled your eyes, simultaneously with his partner, at his confidence.

He strolled in about half an hour ago, his partner following him a few minutes later. He had a presence that immediately gravitated eyes toward him, including your own. His all-black outfit and sunglasses kept your attention on him as he sat down at the bar and ordered a drink.

The other man answered him, but he seemed more socially aware as he talked at a lower volume. He wore all white, which was somewhat a comical contrast to the other. Did they do this on purpose? You snorted at the thought of them coordinating their outfits in the morning.

Grabbing your drink to take a sip from it, you looked over the edge of the glass keeping your eyes on the man. They kept on talking more quietly so you didn't hear the conversation.

Sighing to yourself you put down the glass, now empty. Well, I better get another one. You stood up, the chair sliding on the ground. A few heads turned toward you, but you paid no mind to them, your eyes fixed on only one man. You didn't understand why you were so fascinated with him. Surely, he wasn't anything special.

Slowly you walk over to the bar where they're sitting and try not to look like you're eavesdropping. You ask for another drink.

"Another one, please" your voice catches his attention and he very slightly turns his body toward you. It would be unnoticeable to most people, but you're watching him especially closely. Swallowing hard, you feel his attention on you, but you try to not give any sign of it. You shift under his fierce eyes.

"Crowley!" his friend calls out to him, making him avert his eyes from you. You let out a small sigh and your shoulders relax. You didn't even notice you were tense. The bartender places your drink in front of you and you lift it to your lips.

"What, angel?" he answers, sounding annoyed. You choke on the liquid. Angel? Oh. So they are a couple. You try to cover your mistake by turning away and quickly exiting the situation, but you're stopped by a voice.

"Excuse me, you-?" white outfit started, but the other cut in.

"Now listen here, you little shit!" your eyes widen as you turn back to them.

"I beg your pardon?" your voice comes out an octave higher than it would normally.

"You can beg all you want" your hold loosened on the glass, mind suddenly empty. He stands up and towers over you "Were you eavesdropping?" he quickly gets to the point, clearly not wanting to waste time.

"No?!" it came out as more of a question than a statement. Curse you for not being able to lie well.

"You know that lying is a sin, right?" his face comes even closer, forcing you to lean back a little.

"Yeah, I don't really care what they think of me up there" shaking your head you briefly look up at the ceiling to signal who you're talking about. This earned a smirk from him as if you said something funny. His partner, whom you had actually forgotten about, appears over his shoulder.

"It is really impolite to listen in to other people's conversations" he explained as if you were a child.

"I know, but I have ears and I was standing right next to you" shedding light on the situation, you gesture with your hands.

"That's no excuse" he shakes his head.

you wanted to look into his eyes but the sunglasses were hiding them.

"I understand it was a private conversation, but you weren't exactly talking quietly"

"I know that in your situation you have to be private, but I think you should get better at that"

"Our situation? Wha-?" angel furrowed his eyebrows.

"Okay, that's it" Crowley grabs your arm and drags you out of the dimly lit bar. His partner takes the drink out of your hand when you pass him by. You walk through a door on the side which leads to an empty corridor. Red lights illuminate the space, but you don't have time to look around before you're pushed against the wall, two hands holding the collar of your shirt. The face of the owner of those hands comes super close to yours, your noses almost touching.

"So do you wanna talk or do I have to make you?"

"Talk? About what?" you want to look into his eyes, but the sunglasses are covering them.

"Don't act dumb with me" he frowns.

"I'm not-" you start to disagree with him, but he cuts you off.

"Listen here, I'm not a good man" his hands move to rest on either side of your head, completely caging you in.

"Does the outfit supposed to convey that?" your eyes travel from head to toe, clearly finding amusement in the situation somehow.

"What?" he is taken aback by this. No one has ever made a comment about his clothes to his face before.

"The black clothes and sunglasses really give off a mysterious vibe" you slightly chuckle, but it is only a distraction from your small blush.

"So you think I'm mysterious?" tilting his head, he leans even closer.

"I'm glad you got the point" your sarcasm is clear as day, spiced with a hint of a smile on your lips. Crowley gets lost in the tense air between you two and the silence stretches long before you break it as you slowly come to your senses.

"Shouldn't you get back?" you clear your throat, suddenly remembering his angel back at the bar.

"Why should I?" he looks puzzled like he really doesn't understand your question.

"Don't you have someone waiting for you?" you narrow your eyes at him.

"Oh, Aziraphale? He'll be fine" you finally learn his name, but you don't get the nonchalance he displays.

"Your boyfriend will be fine with you being this close to me?" doubt makes you raise your eyebrows.

"Boyfriend?" his voice is a few octaves higher than you've heard so far. It makes you think that you've made a mistake. He narrowly backs off, but still doesn't move his hands.

"Yeah" you nod, trying to look into his eyes through the glasses. How does he see with those things on?

"He is not my boyfriend! He is not even a friend!"

"Sorry, but I don't believe that"

"You don't belie-" he gasps in disbelief, his hands sliding off the wall as he fully stands "What do you mean you don't believe it?"

"Well, you called him angel" he just stares at you, dumbfounded at the accusation of him loving Aziraphale like that.

"Because he is one!" his voice is still high-pitched.

"Yeah, to you!" you raise your voice as well, filling the dim red air around you. He opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. Suddenly he grabs ahold of your waist and pulls your body flush against his. A yelp escapes you as you crash into him, the hasty movement catching you off guard. His face is all you can see because of his closeness.

"Stupid human" he mumbles into your lips before pressing his on yours. It comes as a wave of fresh air, his arms anchoring you down among the whirlwind that is his kiss. His lips are searing as they move against yours. After a while you have to break away from him, his intensity starting to overwhelm you.

You need a few seconds to get yourself together so you keep your eyes closed. They only open when you feel his hands leave your hips, but when they do you are left absolutely stunned. He is gone. You look around frantically trying to find him, but he is nowhere to be seen.

"Crowley?" you call out to him, but there is no answer.

Going back to the bar is your last option, but upon walking in you find it void of his powerful presence.

It is only after your mind clears as you stumble out of the bar, that you realize that you didn't talk about the reason he dragged you out to that corridor in the first place.

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