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i-cast-bardic-inspiration · 4 months

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Halsin with a Tav who had a toddler? Like they get back to Baldurs gate or theyve been nursing an egg(for the Gith and Dragonborn Tavs) that’s now hatching.

Pls let him be the dad he’s always wanted to be 🥹

Okay, first off thanks for sending in your request! I hope it’s alright to do this in a mix of headcanons and narrative blurbs because I have too many ideas for this wholesome content. Also, if I interpreted your Ask wrong please let me know and I’ll amend!

But alright, here we go—let’s give our Big Bear some love and let him be Daddy Halsin because he deserves all the best things.

*TW: Pregnancy talk, mentions of past trauma, wholesomeness so wholesome it hurts

Halsin will be in shock for a brief moment before going into Daddy Halsin mode. This man has just gone through the most traumatic hundreds of years; in pure survival mode after losing his family, being held prisoner in the Underdark, dealing with the Shadow Curse and all that it has brought upon him—he never once during that time was afforded the opportunity to simply…live. He always focused on doing what was necessary to survive. So now that he finally can let some of his walls down? Now that his lover just told him they have a child?

He looks at you frozen in disbelief…he never thought he would be able to have his own family. And now you’ve given him one of life’s greatest joys in the mere blink of an eye. His whole world has turned on its axis in the best of ways and he needs a moment to find his feet on the ground again.

Whether it’s biologically yours or you’ve adopted, it doesn’t matter—he views it all the same. He is in awe, deep gratitude bursting forth for this bounty of nature you’ve provided him with; that you’ve invited him to share.

“My heart…you,” Halsin’s voice breaks, “Why did you not tell me before?” the question falls past his lips with a tremble, but there is no trace of anger or hurt in his tone. Only awe, tinged with a soft skepticism as though this moment will slip through his fingers and he will wake to find it was all a dream.

You tell him why. Maybe it’s because you were scared he wouldn’t want anything to do with you or your child…maybe you didn’t want to distract him from all that still needed to be accomplished…maybe you didn’t want to add another burden to his already heavily-weighed-down shoulders—whatever it is…

He understands your fears but tells you to put them to rest because nothing—absolutely nothing—could ever deter him from loving and caring for you and your child. He is more than willing to step into the role of a father…if that is what you should wish of course, to share this part of your life with him…

As soon as you give him the affirmative, he is all over you. Wrapping you up in his strong embrace, placing kisses wherever his lips can reach before settling his face against your neck and inhaling deeply. Your scent calms him, and he needs it to ground himself after the revelation that he finally—finally—has the one thing he thought he’d never have again…a family. He is a dad.

He’s a dad!

His deep laughter echoes through the air. He’s overjoyed, a little scared maybe too, but his unbridled joy is contagious and you find yourself tearfully laughing along with him.

With your invitation, he quickly stepped into full dad mode, and wants to unleash all the doting upon you and your child that he possibly can.

If the baby has not been born/hatched yet; he’s all about using his skilled hands to melt the tension from your feet and calves and anywhere else you might be tense from carrying the weight of another; letting his healing magic wash over you when your head is pounding and stomach is churning from the extra hormones; making sure you have proper nutritional meals to keep your stamina up…his healer capabilities really kick into high gear here.

If your little one is already in the world, they immediately take to Halsin like a moth to light. And he takes to fatherhood just as easily. It is a precious and priceless thing to watch the two of them bond so quickly. You knew he would take to it naturally, having all the qualities of a loving and supportive father. He was always a wonderful listener, he was just as good of a teacher, and he still held so much wonder and love for the world even after all his years. His zest for life was contagious and played right into the natural curiosities of a child.

Beneath all of the stoic wisdom is a man who loves to play. Loves to experience everything life has to offer. And it shows when they decide to have storytime before bed…or any other time your little one asks for stories. Which is a lot of the time because Halsin is rather good at it. He could be a bard if he wanted. But all he wants is to see the expressions of wonder on your child’s face, the shrieks of laughter and gasps of surprise filling his ears as he twists and turns the stories, acting them out with grand gestures and motions.

Sometimes storytelling evolves into playing “Adventurers”—or so that’s what the two of them call this game anyway…you call it pure chaos, but you don’t mind one bit. Not as your little one rides on the back of a giant wildshaped bear through the forest, roars and laughter tickling your ears. You join in at times, and it usually ends in one big giant cuddle pile as morning turns into afternoon and sleepy little eyes close for a short nap. It’s at times like these his heart threatens to burst, and you can see it in his eyes—feel it in the way his fingers trace your jawline and move softly, reverently into your hair…soon you’re drifting off in the peacefulness of it all too. Halsin just lays there holding the two of you in his arms, listening to your soft inhales and exhales. In the slow moments is when he really feels it hit him. How contented he is.

They’ll go on walks around the forest together, sometimes stop to examine a plant or a flower, your child asking Halsin 123812378 questions about everything they come across, and he answers every one of those questions with the utmost of patience. He genuinely loves to share his knowledge with young and curious minds. You can tell by the way his eyes light up, and how his voice excitedly carries across the meadow as he explains things like how flowers grow from the ground with the help of the sun and water and air.

He even asks some questions of his own to get your child thinking and talking, and also just to be silly and play: “what kind of animal would you be?” ~ “what is your favorite thing to eat?” ~ “do you think cats can have fins?” ~ “what is your favorite thing to do with mommy and daddy?”

When your child is sad or upset, he is there guiding them through their big feelings. Oak Father knows, Halsin has had his fair share of coping with tough emotions through his years. Even with all the practice he’s had though he still gets overwhelmed at times. Children need help getting through these sorts of big feelings, not to be admonished or chastised for feeling something natural. Of course while he usually spends time wildshaped when he needs to think, he knows that might not work for a child, and there are certainly other solutions. Like physical connection—hugs, and holding a safe space for your little one to feel. Maybe they need help labeling what they’re feeling, and Halsin is right there ever-observant and gentle with his words, “I see that you fell, does it hurt anywhere? Were you scared when you fell from the tree?” Your child responds tearfully, “it was scary,” so then after a quick scan Halsin knows he doesn’t need to mend any broken bones. He just needs to hold them and tell them it’s okay to be scared and to cry, and that they are very brave for doing so.

It’s moments like this that you find your heart swell with fondness so vast it nearly hurts. Because you know how capable of ferocity he is, how much strength and fortitude he has shown in battles past…that seeing him like this, so patient and supportive, so loving and gentle…you know he has finally been able to take the armor off both literally and figuratively.

He walks lighter, laughs louder, plays harder. His love knows no bounds, and he makes sure the two of you know it with every breath he takes. With every scratch he mends. With every toy he whittles. With every blanket he tucks in and every kiss he lays atop a sleepy little head. With every word and kiss and hug…he embraces this simpler but no less meaningful side of life with arms opened wide.

One day, after a very important and engaging conversation about “daddy, where do babies come from?” your little one asks him another question. “Daddy, can you and mommy make a baby?” His eyes lift to find yours, a heat there so smoldering you swear you could feel it sweep over your skin in a dizzying rush. “Little One,” he starts, tearing his gaze from you to look down softly at your child, “would you like that—a brother or sister to play with?” Their little eyes light up and they shout “yesyesyes!”

Halsin’s smile lines deepen as he laughs loudly. “You will just have to wait and see my little heart, all will be as nature intends.” He knows that is a conversation to have with you in a more private setting. Though he’s pretty sure he can tell by the speed of your breathing, the flush of your face, and the warmth in your gaze that you are no doubt feeling the same sentiment he is in that moment.

Adding to your little family might happen sooner rather than later…and he definitely would not say no to having more little ones running around.

#my heart 😭#my heart is full #Halsin #Daddy Halsin #please let this man have a family it is not too late for him #Best Dad Ever #all the Dad Jokes #i YEARN for this man #bg3 #Ask

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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Markus X Reader (any gender)

It Is dark out and the reader is in bed trying to sleep. But they couldn’t so they get up to find Markus, only to not find him and the reader being sad so they go to the library to distract their head and maybe help them get sleepy.

When the reader goes to the library, they find a book to read and sits on a chair right beside Markus usual spot.

After maybe 45 minutes Markus goes to the library looking for the reader while being worried for where they ran off, only to find them passed out on their chair, the book in hand about to fall off.

Markus relaxes and stares at the reader when the moon shines down at their body, showing the reader how relaxed they are and is in peace. And so, Markus picks up the reader to bring them back to the room and lays down beside them and watch them sleep (since vampires don’t need sleep) with a content look, wondering how he got so lucky.

Just lots of fluff 🤭〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

Very wholesome, we need some happy moments after that sad fic I just wrote a few minutes ago

↳ moments like these ↲

✭ pairing : marcus volturi x reader

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : marcus can’t find her and that’s when the panic really starts to set in, luckily she isn’t that far from him

✭ authors note : look at this man, he needs happiness

✭ twilight masterlist

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a dim light through the curtains of (y/n)'s chamber. The room was still, the only sound being the soft rustling of the sheets as (y/n) tossed and turned, their mind a swirl of restless thoughts. Despite the late hour, sleep seemed to elude them, leaving them feeling frustrated and restless.

With a sigh, (y/n) pushed the covers aside and swung their legs over the edge of the bed. The cold floor met their bare feet, sending a shiver up their spine. The chamber felt empty, a reflection of the unease that had settled in their chest. The bond that tied them to Marcus, one of the Volturi kings, had been pulling at them relentlessly, leaving them yearning for his presence.

Determined to find some sort of solace, (y/n) left their chamber and began to wander through the vast halls of the Volturi castle. The torchlight flickered along the stone walls, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with the uncertainty in their heart. They had hoped to find Marcus, to be comforted by his presence, but it seemed that fate had other plans.

After a fruitless search through the castle's corridors, (y/n) found themselves standing outside the grand chamber where Marcus often held court. They pushed open the heavy doors, their heart fluttering with a mix of hope and apprehension. But to their disappointment, the chamber was empty, the throne unoccupied.

A heavy sigh escaped (y/n)'s lips as they stepped further into the chamber, their shoulders slumping with defeat. The bond that tied them to Marcus should have been a source of reassurance, a connection that provided comfort and understanding. But tonight, it felt like a cruel reminder of what they couldn't have.

Feeling a sense of restlessness, (y/n) decided to head to the castle's library. The room was a haven of knowledge, its shelves lined with countless books that had the power to transport them to different worlds. Maybe immersing themselves in a story would help quiet the turmoil in their mind and coax them into sleep.

As they entered the library, the soft glow of lamplight enveloped them. The shelves stretched high, their contents a testament to the history and wisdom contained within the walls. (y/n) walked along the rows of books, their fingers trailing over the spines as they looked for something to distract their thoughts.

Finally, they selected a book and settled into a comfortable armchair by the window. The words on the pages seemed to come to life, transporting them to a different time and place. The stories wove a web of distraction, drawing them away from their worries and into the world of the written word.

As time passed, the tension in (y/n)'s shoulders began to ease. The stories provided an escape, a respite from the weight of their own thoughts. The library was a sanctuary of calm, a place where they could lose themselves in the pages and let go of the restlessness that had plagued them.

With each turned page, (y/n)'s eyelids grew heavier. The soft light and the comforting surroundings began to work their magic, lulling them into a state of tranquility. The turmoil of earlier seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the peaceful embrace of the words on the page.

The castle's halls were quiet as Marcus made his way towards the library, a sense of unease settling over him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that (y/n) was in some kind of distress. The bond that tied them together felt like a thread pulled taut, vibrating with a sense of urgency.

As he pushed open the library doors, the soft glow of lamplight welcomed him. The room was still, the shelves of books standing sentinel as if guarding the stories within. His eyes scanned the area, searching for any sign of (y/n), and that's when he spotted them.

There, in an armchair by the window, sat (y/n), their head tilted to the side and their eyes closed in sleep. The book they had been reading was precariously balanced on their lap, the pages threatening to slip from their grasp. The soft rise and fall of their chest indicated that they were lost in a deep slumber.

A mixture of relief and concern washed over Marcus as he approached (y/n). He couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him—their features softened in sleep, their expression free of the worries that often haunted them. But at the same time, he couldn't shake the feeling that they had been struggling, that their restlessness had driven them to the library in search of distraction.

The moon's gentle glow filtered through the window, casting a silvery light across (y/n)'s sleeping form. Their features were serene, the tension that had plagued them earlier now replaced by an air of calm and contentment. Marcus watched, his gaze fixed on them, his expression one of quiet admiration.

He had been drawn to (y/n) from the moment they had crossed paths. Their strength, their vulnerability, and the depth of their emotions had captured his attention in ways he hadn't anticipated. The bond that tied them together was a constant reminder of their connection, and as he gazed at them now, bathed in moonlight, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder.

Quietly, Marcus approached the bed, his steps soundless on the floor. He looked down at (y/n), their features illuminated by the moon's soft rays. He reached out, his fingers brushing against a strand of hair that had fallen across their forehead. The touch was gentle, a testament to the care and affection he held for them.

With a sense of tenderness, Marcus carefully lifted (y/n) into his arms, their body light and pliant against his. He cradled them close, their head resting against his chest as he carried them back to their chamber. The bond between them seemed to pulse with warmth, a shared connection that resonated with every heartbeat.

Once inside the chamber, Marcus carefully laid (y/n) down on the bed, arranging the covers around them. He positioned himself beside them, propping himself up on his elbow as he watched them sleep. Their breathing was steady, their expression peaceful, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude that he had the privilege of being a part of their life.

As a vampire, Marcus didn't experience sleep in the same way humans did. He had lived for centuries, his existence marked by timeless nights and endless solitude. But in (y/n), he had found something that transcended his immortality—a connection that made him feel alive in ways he hadn't thought possible.

A soft smile graced his lips as he continued to watch (y/n). He traced the contours of their face with his gaze, committing every detail to memory. The moonlight seemed to dance across their features, highlighting the delicate curve of their lips and the flutter of their eyelashes.

In the quiet of the chamber, Marcus's thoughts turned reflective. He marveled at the twists of fate that had brought them together, the moments that had forged a bond between two souls. He couldn't deny the feeling of contentment that settled within him as he lay beside (y/n), his presence a silent promise of support and companionship.

As the night continued to unfold, Marcus remained by (y/n)'s side, their breaths in rhythm with each other. He knew that the road ahead would have its challenges, but he also knew that he was willing to face them alongside (y/n), their bond a source of strength that transcended the darkness.

And so, as the moon cast its glow upon their entwined forms, Marcus allowed himself to bask in the quiet beauty of the moment. He watched over (y/n), his heart filled with gratitude and a sense of wonder at the profound connection that had blossomed between them.

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blueratgrmln · 3 months

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🌟OPEN DISCUSSION about the 2020's era of shipping culture, Sonadow in the Sonic Fandom, and how well-intended activism can circle back to the language and violence of oppressors 🌟 (Broken down into PARTS for the sake of readability and my own attention span lol. >>>FULL ESSAY HERE<<<) (>>>PREVIOUS PART HERE<<<)

PART 5

LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE OF OPPRESSORS

Now is where I will delve into the connection between Sonadow shipping (and overall shipping) debates and how well-intentioned activism loops back into mimicking oppressors. Thinking about how Sonadow is historically important to the Sonic Franchise, the Sonic Fandom, LGBTQ+ Sonic Fans, and maybe even video game history as a whole, I feel major discomfort and even dread when I see so many people (particularly those that are young) throwing around very serious accusations at (fellow) Sonic Fans and (fellow) Sonic shippers. Accusations supporting pedophilia or pedophilia itself is one of the most egregious. I've seen it thrown at Sonadow shippers, Vector x Espio shippers because Vector is 20 and Espio is 16 (despite it being another extremely popular LGBTQ+ headcanon-ed ship due to lack of representation), and even Knuckles x Rouge because Rouge is 18 and Knuckles is 16. It strikes me as counterintuitive and unnecessary at least, and actively dangerous at most/worst, seeing fellow Queer people utilizing the morality-policing, fear tactics, surveillance methods, censorship mindset, and rhetoric/language of our oppressors and using those things against the people in their own communities. Realizing that long-time Sonadow fans who felt inspired to come out and be unapologetically Queer because of that specific ship have been facing harassment and slander from fellow Queer people (who are likely younger than them), getting called "pedos" or "dangerous" or "suspicious" or "unethical" over the mere act of creating representation and Queer Joy with fictional characters and seeking some sense of comfort while surviving homophobic environments...bluntly, my stomach is churned and my blood is boiled. The last thing we need in this rapidly backwards-turning world is more in-fighting within the broader LGBTQ+ community that distracts our thoughts, emotions, time, energy, organizing, education, community-building, and activism away from the oppressors who are causing us real-world tangible harm, suffering, and death.

A random teenager on the internet drawing fanart of Sonic and Shadow holding hands, or even random adults on the internet drawing suggestive art or outright porn of these characters, is NOT going to be the catalyst that rapidly or gradually normalizes pedophilia or inspires worldwide support for unethical relationships. And yes, this includes content about the "weirdo/unethical/dark" ships that are found in the shadowy fringes of the internet and Fandom spaces. I am uncomfortable with a lot of it myself. But those ships and the people that engage with them ALSO can't have the same level of impact and reach (key words: Same Level) that real life oppressive systems have to cause widespread suffering. The key difference that makes widespread abuse possible is that the real life oppressive systems are disguised as wholesome safe environments that develop trust and closeness with community members. Those oppressive systems and the harmful people that support them are usually NOT on the freaky/dark/weird fringes of society, they don't outwardly appear that way, and they demonize the "degenerates", not associate with any such label. The Catholic church institution is a big example, the institution covering up uncountable cases of their clergy members abusing minors while those clergy members are positioned as a pure, trusted facet of society that people actively look to for guidance, safety, and belonging.

At NO point am I ever going to say that everyone online is perfectly pure and that we should ignore everyone's behavior online. When we do encounter legitimate creeps causing harm to real people (not watered-down definitions of what being a creep means) we absolutely need to call them out and keep each other safe. HOWEVER, by pitting fellow Sonic Fans, fellow Queer people, fellow shippers against each other with this blanket "us vs them" mentality that overshadows the real life patterns and signs of how widespread oppression and real world harm happens, we end up accomplishing a lot of what our oppressors want anyway: divisions, distractions, and outright mimicking the violent language and behaviors that they display toward us at ourselves. This is the point where well-intentioned activism goes wrong and circles back around to oppression without meaning to.

Many people are super-duper-sure that they have dismantled all of their -isms and -phobias and now identify with labels and movements that are on the right side of history. But all of us STILL need to be aware of the fact that our thought patterns, behaviors, logic, and emotional responses can be tied to previously held beliefs and mindsets, and they can sometimes carry over and linger in our minds even after significant "character development". This is true even if we don't immediately realize it and think that we are a "safe person" within our own marginalized communities and for other marginalized communities. It can be really hard to identify if/when that is happening sometimes, but it is pertinent that we are actively checking in with ourselves, listening to constructive criticism, and cross-analyzing whether we are unintentionally mimicking the language, behaviors, and violence of our oppressors, and what effects that can have on the people in our shared communities and the people we care about.

PART 6 HERE

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rebelcourtesan · 2 years

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Helluva Boss: How Stolas became my Favorite Character

Wow. Just wow. The premier of Season 2 of Helluva Boss completely blew me away in how Vivziepop transformed Stolas from a 2 dimensional character to a living person with more depth than a shallow puddle as he initially comes across in the Pilot.

After view the pilot, I believed Stolas was going to become an antagonist, a threat hovering over IMP's heads as someone to appease either through sexual favors or not letting anything happen to the Grimoire, but after the season 2 premier, he became SO MUCH MORE!!!!

The most important rule of story telling is show, don't tell. It took a season and a season 2 premier, but layers have been stripped from the façade of Stolas we were introduced to way back in 2019!

When we first meet Stolas, he is bedecked in royal regalia and making demands of Blitzo both professionally and sexually. He was called the horny owl for good reason as his dirty talk was bleeped out in a series which casually tossed about F-Bombs.

In the series premier of Murder Family we see Stolas in a beautiful bathtub scene where he makes the arrangement with Blitz for sex in exchange for using the Grimoire for IMP to access the Living World. Not much character development until episode 2, Loo Loo Land.

OMG!!!! I was not expecting the wholesome scene of Stolas, the horny royal owl, to sing a beautiful lullaby to his frighten young daughter! Not from Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss which is filled with cut throat humor, cursing, sex, and violence! And it stripped away the first layer of Stolas's character.

He was more than just a horny owl with deviant tastes! He was a father who cares deeply for his daughter! Who comforted her when she was scared, personally takes her to the fair, has a heart to heart talk with her, and goes out of his way to be a good father, a far cry from his father Paimon who used going to the circus and 'buying friends' as a means to distract a sad baby Stolas so he wouldn't have to 'deal with it'.

We don't get much more development for Stolas until Ep 7, Ozzie's where both he and Blitz are publicly ROASTED! Stolas is deeply humiliated by Ozzie, but still wants to end the night on a positive note by inviting Blitz to spend time together, where Blitz calls him out on stating their relationship is only for sex which Stolas 'makes clear all the time'.

At this point, I had believed Stolas had deserved that rebuttal. He was the horny owl who forced Blitz into giving him sexual favors for a book he needed to run his business. Throughout the pilot and season 1, Stolas came across as spoiled, selfish, with a one track mind for Blitz, yet cared about his daughter.

The Circus threw a light onto Stolas and completely revealed his character for us. It was flashback episode that was sorely needed. Starting with his childhood where he first met a young Blitzo, then flashforward 25 years where he's unhappily married to an abusive Stella who publicly ridicules him with friends/relatives at a party and finds an escape in Blitz.

I want to point out things I noticed in this scene as it sets up the basis for Blitz/Stolas as we see it in the pilot and season 1!

Remember, Stolas had just been humiliated by Stella who makes fun of him for lack of sex drive and had been drinking wine and absinthe so he's a bit tipsy by the time Blitz is brought onto the scene. He instantly recognizes Blitz as his childhood friend (even if it was for one day and rented by his father, Stolas still sees Blitz as a dear friend). He uses Blitz as a means to escape the party and flirts with him by accusing him of sneaking into bedchambers to seduce him.

I honestly don't think Stolas believed Blitz was sneaking into his bedroom to seduce him. He is attracted to Blitz, but was only teasing him as he makes no attempt to touch Blitz, in fact, he seemed content to sit with Blitz and talk about what they've been up to since they were children. What I want to point out, this is the first time we see them as adults having a conversation which isn't sexual. Stolas would have been more than happy to catch up on old times with Blitz if the latter wasn't so distracted in trying to get the book.

It was Blitz who incited physical contact by using the guise of seduction to steal the Grimoire. At that point, Stolas is visible confused and uncomfortable, flattered, but very hesitant.

It wasn't until Blitz bites him (as a means to keep him from noticing the book missing from the shelf) that we realize (and maybe at the same time Stolas does) he's into rough sex as a submissive. The bite not only arouses him, but fulfills something he has been craving sexually. A lot of misunderstandings are made here. For one, he believes Blitz likes the dirty talk (the running gag when Stolas's sexual demands are so dirty they are bleeped out in a usually uncensored show) and Blitz craves sex with him as he does.

And we're finally clued into what Stolas craves sexually and it's something a lot of people want. He wants to be so desired it brings out a passionate and visceral need to fuck him in a partner. We see it a lot in Yaoi where the 'dom' is so sexually aroused by the 'sub' he forces himself onto the 'sub' in a form of rape fantasy. We can also see it in a lot of hentai and erotic novels. Granted, being raped or sexually assaulted would be devastating for anyone, it's a fun, but safe, fantasy to be objectified and desired which can be controlled and ended as we wish.

Backing up a bit, Stolas has experienced rejection from his father and his wife. Paimon had a very hands off form of parenting where a servant (an imp, which will be important later) takes care of Stolas and he couldn't be bothered to be physically present at the circus with Stolas. Then Stolas is forced into an arranged marriage with Stella who is shown to be a violent and cruel towards Stolas, but doesn't desire him beyond producing an heir.

Yet, in Stolas eyes, Blitz wants him. Stolas has someone who desires him sexually, even if its in exchange to use the Grimoire. This knowledge (or mistake) gives Stolas the courage and gumption to demand a divorce, thus humiliating her in front of the same friends/relatives to whom she had gossiped about him!

Wow, this threw me for a loop. I had thought Stella was the one who wanted the separation, but no, it was Stolas! It was a triumphant moment for him and it's likely the happiest he's been in a long time! Then we flash forward to the morning after (or night of) Ozzie's. Stolas is distraught after episode 7's events and laments his failed relationship with Blitz who believes Stolas interests in him is only for sex.

Then we get Stolas's key moment when he stands up to Stella with no apology and tells her he wants her out of his life.

This is the first time we see him being so direct with her, making eye contact. It was always from across a room, a dining table, or ballroom, but here he's facing her head on and refusing to take more one ounce of her abuse. He was forthright about his feelings and what he wanted. I was applauding him because it's never easy to stand up to an abuser, especially one who has dominated his life for so long.

She leaves him, sneering he would pay for divorcing her from the Goetia family, which more than hints at what we can expect for Season 2, but that's for another post.

This episode transformed Stolas from the one dimensional horny royal owl into a breathing living person.

He was a lonely, friendless child.

He's desperate to be in a loving relationship.

He's been abused by Stella for years.

He's taking medication for his depression.

He loves his daughter so much he's willing to put up with Stella to give her a stable home.

He's willing to go against his powerful demon family to find happiness.

And The Circus made me fall in love with him!

#stolas #helluvaboss #hellaverse #hazbin hotel #vivziepop #essay #helluva boss stolas

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scumtrout · 5 months

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Actually, if tumblr does vanish overnight, I'm not sure what social media I'll bother with (I'm not counting Ao3 or neocities as social media since they don't have that same 'newsfeed' feel that I associate with the socials). I'm in the habit of looking at reddit, but this is rarely a fun experience... And, as bad as it sounds, I tend to use it to get a diluted form of the news. (The regular news is all DOOM, HORRORS, etc. but at least reddit has the occasional piece of wholesome content mixed in.)

I can't see myself going cold turkey on social media completely, because I seem to need it in order to decompress. It feels like I need to spend some time in a way that's 'unproductive', and weirdly, hobbies like reading and writing don't register as 'unproductive'. Even gaming requires a certain amount of concentration and commitment. And social media is something you can pick up and put down quickly, so it's handy if I need a quick distraction because I've been staring at something for too long while doing my day job.

I might try replacing 'scroll through social media to decompress' with 'just DO SOME FUCKING STRETCHES to decompress, because doing gentle stretches occasionally has a massive effect on your quality of life.

I don't know, though: there will always be a part of me that wants to peep out and see what's going on in the world. And, beyond my regular 5 senses, I tend to get 'what's going on in the world' from THE NEWS CYCLE, which is absolutely a prime example of 'the map is not the territory' because the news cycle is a deluge of problems problems problems and too much info is presented in a way that's not objective.

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healthcareforskin · 26 days

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In today's fast-paced world, prioritizing our health and wellness is more important than ever. With the constant demands of work, family, and other responsibilities, it's easy to let self-care fall by the wayside. However, nurturing our well-being is essential for leading a fulfilling and balanced life. In this article, we'll explore some practical tips and strategies for nourishing your wellness journey.

Mindful Eating: One of the cornerstones of good health is proper nutrition. Instead of mindlessly consuming whatever is convenient, take the time to nourish your body with wholesome, nutritious foods. Incorporate plenty of fruits, vegetables, whole grains, and lean proteins into your diet. Practice mindful eating by savoring each bite, paying attention to hunger and fullness cues, and avoiding distractions like screens or work during meals.

Regular Exercise: Physical activity is not only beneficial for our physical health but also plays a significant role in our mental and emotional well-being. Find activities that you enjoy and make them a regular part of your routine. Whether it's yoga, jogging, dancing, or swimming, aim for at least 30 minutes of moderate exercise most days of the week. Not only will exercise help you maintain a healthy weight and strengthen your body, but it can also reduce stress, boost your mood, and improve sleep quality.

Prioritize Sleep: Adequate sleep is essential for overall health and well-being. Aim for 7-9 hours of quality sleep each night to allow your body and mind to recharge. Create a relaxing bedtime routine to signal to your body that it's time to wind down. This may include activities like reading, taking a warm bath, or practicing relaxation techniques such as deep breathing or meditation. Limit exposure to screens and electronic devices before bedtime, as the blue light emitted can interfere with your ability to fall asleep.

Stress Management: Chronic stress can have a detrimental impact on both physical and mental health. Incorporate stress-reducing activities into your daily life to promote relaxation and resilience. This may include mindfulness meditation, yoga, tai chi, spending time in nature, or engaging in hobbies that bring you joy. Learn to recognize signs of stress in your body and mind, and develop healthy coping mechanisms to manage it effectively.

Cultivate Social Connections: Human beings are social creatures, and strong social connections are vital for our well-being. Make time for meaningful interactions with friends, family, and loved ones. Nurture relationships that uplift and support you, and don't hesitate to reach out for help or companionship when needed. Connecting with others can provide a sense of belonging, reduce feelings of loneliness, and contribute to overall happiness and fulfillment.

Practice Gratitude: Cultivating an attitude of gratitude can significantly impact your outlook on life and overall sense of well-being. Take time each day to reflect on the things you're thankful for, whether it's small moments of joy, supportive relationships, or personal achievements. Keep a gratitude journal or simply make a mental note of what you appreciate in your life. Focusing on the positive can help shift your perspective, reduce stress, and foster a greater sense of happiness and contentment.

Remember, prioritizing your health and wellness is not selfish—it's an essential investment in yourself that enables you to show up fully in all areas of your life. By incorporating these practices into your daily routine, you can nourish your wellness journey and cultivate a life of vitality, balance, and fulfillment.

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prsk-krow · 1 year

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ellooo i’m back again for more niigo miku wholesomeness! for the request can i have her and doting reader just having a small little tea party and just hand feeding her snacks? /P (again she’s the cutest little sister ever >_< )

{Niigo Miku having a tea party with doting reader!} [P]

Heck yeah, more cute Miku content! Btw, do you wanna become a special anon? Since I see you coming back for the fluffy asks, might as well make something special out of it!

Miku loves having you by her side, so she enjoys whatever time you can spend with her more than any gift you could ever bring her! So if there are ever any plans that you can make to spend time with her, she'll appreciate it a lot!

However, aside from just hanging out and chatting with you, she is unaware about other ways that people spend time together. She's really sheltered, so whenever you ask her about ways she wants to spend time together, she struggles to respond.

That's why you have to introduce her to various forms of spending time! And with her soft mannerism, quiet form of speaking and innocence, it's no surprise that a tea party could suit her very nicely!

However, since she doesn't know anything about it, you decide to hold it as a surprise for her! You prepare the teacups, tea kettle, biscuits, cute plates and the adorable tablecloth while the vocaloid remains unaware of your plans!

You also ask the Nightcord members to distract the vocaloid from your plans! As innocent as she may be, she can read emotions and thoughts pretty well, so having a distraction can help keep the surprise!

Once you get everything ready, you put it all on a basket before going to the sekai! Sadly, for the surprise to work, you had to stop visiting for a few days, so when Miku sees you she runs up to you!

"Ah, you're here! I missed you... You took too long to visit again. But it's ok now... With you by my side, I feel at ease again... Mm, your presence is so refreshing..."

She immediately gets close to you, gently holding your hands as her eyes shine! You sort of feel even worse for making her wait for so long, but it's going to be worth it, you can feel it!

You ask her to sit down as you open the basket, and she finally notices it! She tilts her head to the side as she wonders what you were planning. This didn't seem like your usual gifts, and you even promised to stop giving them as much!

However her eyes start to shine more when she sees the pretty teacups on top of the adorable plates! She remains silent, watching you set up everything that you brought, her imagination filled with wonder...

You can't help but giggle at her innocent wonder when she stares at the setup that you prepare! You have to explain what's happening as she listens and pays attention to your every word! So much so, that you can't help but feel embarrassed at how she starts to stare at you the same way as she stared at the furniture...

Then, once she understands, you fill the teacups, and you watch her pick it up, like a proper noble lady! You were surprised at how gently she managed to pull it off, as she simply stared at the steam that came out of the tea...

You took a photo before she noticed you pulling out your camera! This would be something that you needed to send to the others! You can already imagine their reactions... But looking at Miku's now pink cheeks brings your attention back to her!

She takes her first sip of the tea, and as she continues to stare at it, you can tell how much she's enjoying this moment with you... Her smile looks so gentle, as she listens to you talking about what happened the few days that you were away, chiming in when she's curious about something!

At the end, when she's finished with her cup, she gently sets it down while you pack everything up for you to leave! She stands up however, and before you can pull out your phone again, she gently holds your hands again!

"This was such a nice experience to have with you... I may not be able to experience the outside world, but having you teach me and bring me these special items has been so wonderful... Thank you so much for caring so much about me. Can we do this again soon?"

And with a face so soft and voice so adorable as Miku's, how could you say no?

#project sekai #project sekai headcanons #project sekai imagines #project sekai x reader #prsk #prsk x reader #pjsekai #pjsekai x reader #pjsk #pjsk x reader #n25 miku #n25 miku x reader #niigo miku #niigo miku x reader #/cawcanons #/🍁anon!

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ariadnewhitlock · 9 months

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Invitations After Class || Jasper & Ariadne

TIMING: Before the end of the school year LOCATION: UMWR campus, Jasper's office PARTIES: Jasper @eatdearth and Ariadne @ariadnewhitlock SUMMARY: Ariadne and Jasper talk while she's leaving his class, and have coffee in his office. Wholesome bonding occurs, despite them both being awkward. Maybe they are friends now? CONTENT WARNING: none!

Jasper only had three minutes left before the bell rang but he was not even close to finishing his lecture. He had distracted himself by going on and on about the different kinds of rocks found in the mines, which weren’t really important to what he was supposed to teach. The recent ongoings, however, meant more talk about the place, so his brain couldn’t help but do just that.

Even seconds before the bell rang, Jasper could see some, if not most, of his students scramble to pack up and leave the room. Maybe they had other classes to go to. Or maybe they just didn’t want to spend another minute more with him and his boring anecdotes.

“Class, remember to stay safe out there! Don’t go sneaking into the mines during these strange times! That would be a terrible idea!” Jasper chuckled before shaking his head, his attention on the books on his table he had to clean up now. He should know. He and the mines have a very special relationship, after all.

She wasn’t entirely sure why she’d decided to take a geology course, other than the fact that, as far as the science requirement at UMWR went, it seemed like one of the better options for her. More hands-on, that much was certain. Ariadne liked the class well enough too, even if the professor was a bit odd.

She didn’t mind odd, though - she never really had, and at this point, odd was significantly better than evil or cruel. It always had been, but now that Ariadne had become more aware of the world, she had an entirely newfound appreciation for anything and everything that didn’t cause pain.

Ariadne took her time gathering her books and computer, waiting until nearly everyone else had left the class, before she approached her professor’s table at the front of the room. “I liked the lecture today,” she began, fingers wrapped around the strap of her bag. “I - I don’t want to appear rude, but for some people - the warning about the mines might only make them more interested in going.”

Jasper knew all his students by name. It was required. Well, not technically, but he required himself to know all his students by name. Every single one. They all knew his name. Well, most of them, and mostly because they needed to; otherwise, it would be more of an inconvenience for them to go looking around for a professor whose name they did not catch for clarifications or submissions to the same professor’s class or classes. So, it would have been rude for him to not know theirs.

Ariadne Whitlock was a strange case. She wasn’t a geology major, but she still took this course, this class. Students do that all the time, sure, but not when he was the professor assigned to the class. Most students preferred Nancy Go to him: She was a beautiful woman, and he was, well, Jasper was Jasper. But maybe Ariadne was just bored or maybe she just needed a change of pace. There were numerous reasons for her to have taken this class, most of which would be considered strange.

“Aria,” Jasper tried to use a nickname for her without her consent. Either she’d allow it or she’d correct him. Either way, he’d learn something new about this blonde student. “I don’t think that’s rude, and I very much appreciate your insightful input.” He offered her a smile as he took a moment from dumping his books in his bag. “Speaking of the mines, though, are you aware of any specific student that’s…interested in going?”

Geology was interesting. It didn’t always make sense to Ariadne, but she liked it all the same. If nothing else, it was one of the forms of science that felt more artistic (though her mother had said that all science was its own form of art), and she enjoyed it. Which was what mattered, anyhow, right? Even though enjoyable classes were still hard to make herself always do the work for, she was managing. Well enough, at least. Or at least that was what she told herself. Even if she was dead, she still wanted to pass her classes.

Straight As and Bs were unlikely, but that wasn’t something she was going to focus on. Nor was she going to focus too much on the fact that he’d used a nickname. Not that Ariadne had never had any professor do that, but it was usually the ones in her major-related classes, and even then it was rare. Still, she flashed him a small smile. “Oh - okay, good. I - thanks.” She looked down at her shoes. “I - well, I’m not sure, a lot of them talk about it, but people talk about stuff in this town all the time and a lot of it doesn’t ever happen - why?” She bit her lip. “If I can ask?”

Jasper’s eyebrow was raised without his consent. Jasper was a lonely man. He was very lonely, so very lonely. So, when he caught a glimpse of that lip bite, he immediately thought of a very bad thing. Well, it wasn’t that bad, per se. He just thought it was bad enough. The fact was, he thought it was cute, that was all, really, but perhaps, it was that very thought that his eyebrow tried to distance itself from.

To be fair, however, Jasper had never had such a relationship with his students. He would never. Or more precisely, THEY would never. He’s tried before, establishing a less formal friendship with a few of them outside class hours. He’s never stepped over the line, never would, considering this was the only thing he has in his life, only tried befriending some of the students. Even invited them to a “rager” at his place. Terrible idea. Jasper has never been to a “rager” before, so he thought it was just one of those parties with charades and movies. When he realized what they actually were, he felt relieved no one came. Not even his teaching assistant.

“I see, I see,” Jasper feigned a dignified cough as he finished chucking his books in his bag. He even added an obvious look at his watch, implying he could be busy, even though he wasn’t. Outside of the paperwork, there was nothing else for Jasper. Maybe the mines, his obsession with finding his lost childhood friend, but that was it. A life mostly wasted. “Well, of course, you can ask, and as I said, sneaking into the mines is a very, very bad idea, so if you hear about anyone doing just that, and if they invite you, do tell me, won’t you, Aria?” He then began to walk out of the classroom, assuming already that she would do the same.

Even though she’d always been a good student (or at least relatively good - the drive to be as perfect as possible didn’t stop even when she was struggling), she’d never really been a teacher’s favorite. At least not as far as she was aware. So for Professor Langston to be asking more of her made Ariadne feel nice. There was something about the professors at this school - a surprising number of them looked almost as though they could have been models, or some such thing.

Which she knew was probably not what she should be thinking about when she thought about her professors, but her mind had a tendency to wander at times, and she figured that those were positive thoughts, and having them, acknowledging them wasn’t bad. She didn’t let it change her mind about their work, so Ariadne decided that focusing on any of that wasn’t going to do her any good, and focusing on the present moment was what was best.

“Yes, of course.” There it was. The nickname, again. At least he knew her name, Ariadne figured that was a pretty big win. She followed him out of the classroom. “I - I don’t like doing bad things.” She wondered if Chance was going to try to sneak into the mines. She would ask, but if he wasn’t planning to, that would only put the idea in his mind and she didn’t like that much at all. “I’ll tell you, yeah. Just - like, anonymously. I don’t want people to think I’m a tattle-tale.” Also the likelihood of her being invited was slim. Not none, she tried not to think like that, but still. Very, very slim. “Is that okay?”

Jasper unintentionally raised an eyebrow when the blonde student mentioned doing bad things, which initially felt to him quite unprompted. Fortunately, however, after a second more, he realized she was probably just talking about sneaking into the mines as the bad thing she didn’t like doing. He heaved a sigh of relief in his mind that he desperately needed to get out of the gutter. “Of course,” he shook his head, gesturing that she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t like before following it up with a supportive nod. “That’s very okay.”

It was actually more than he expected of her, of anyone in his class. Usually, most kids would just ignore him. Fewer would even give him the time of day, so this one was heaven sent. She was fast becoming his favorite student “Here,” Jasper fished out one of his many unused business cards, a boring design with just his name, phone number, and unnecessary address on it. “Give me a call when you need to. On this matter and on anything else. I’ve always got time for my students.”

“Now, how are your studies, by the way?” Jasper gave her a grin as he caught sight of a gaggle of kids accidentally looking their way. Ha. Now there was proof he wasn’t all that bad. A professor talking to his student in school. He wasn’t a weirdo. He was just doing his job. That was a win for him, a very sad win but one he would take. “Finding anything difficult?”

“Really? Okay, good.” She wanted to continue saying that she very much doubted she was the sort of person to ask for help regarding - well, anything - but especially things that involved people talking to you and telling you secrets. Still, if he believed in her, that was something that she could work with. Something Ariadne wouldn’t want to admit how much she needed.

“Oh.” She couldn’t help but blink a few times, in stunned silence as she accepted the card. Offering him another smile, Ariadne nodded. “I will. Call you, I mean.” Thankfully, she held herself back from saying yeah, I don’t really have many people to talk to, so… because calling your professor because you felt lonely was not a step she was willing to take. Yet, at least. Ideally never, with Wynne and her other new Friend - not that Professor Langston would be bad to talk to, but she figured that it was still not the best of options. “Thanks for that.” She tucked the card carefully into her jacket pocket.

She offered him a cautious grin back, eyes flitting to the students who watched them as they walked by. “They’re going well.” A beat. “Mostly.” Ariadne wasn’t ready to get into her newfound tendency to forget about assignments. “Sometimes, yeah - but that’s to be expected, right? I’ll be a senior next year, so things shouldn’t be too easy.” No matter how much she wished they could be. “You won’t rat me out if I say I am looking forward to a break from schoolwork over the summer, will you?”

“Of course not!” Jasper let out a chuckle at that question. “I mean, I’m also looking forward to a break,” except he wasn’t. “All this professor-ing isn’t easy as well.” That part was at least true. Yet Jasper would rather struggle with his lesson plans than spend the summer break all alone in his late uncle’s manor. It was a lonely life, only made bearable by rocks and stones and the classes he had about the rocks and the stones. And the mines. Maybe he could make the summer break better by spending more time venturing into the mines, ironically what he keeps warning people, including his students, against.

“But I digress,” Jasper led Ariadne to his office, his hand on his door knob. He wanted to invite her in but of course she wouldn’t accept it. No student of his ever does. Why prolong the suffering, making small talk with your professor after the same professor’s boring class, but joining him in his office? Still, Jasper made the polite gesture, just in case she wanted to continue the conversation…and risk her reputation with her fellow students and their scathing rumors. “Senior year will be much more difficult, so don’t hesitate to approach me or any of your other professors for help. We’re always here for our students.”

“I guess that makes sense. I hope you get to do something nice and fun this summer. I figure when you work as hard as you do, you deserve that.” Ariadne was grateful that she had plans with Wynne. Maybe she could convince Chance to hang out in a non-dangerous fashion. It was a high hope, and he might just go home for part of the summer anyhow, but it was still worth hoping for. It had to be.

They’d arrived at his office, and Ariadne wasn’t sure that was was quite entirely ready to stop talking. So when his hands gestured toward the door she nodded. “Only if it’s okay with you.” He was nice, and having someone to just talk to was nice. Someone who didn’t really know her. Someone who so clearly wished to help, just like her professor did. “I might - if you’re sure that��s okay, even though my areas of study aren’t what you cover.” Are you sure? You don’t have to take that on, you don’t have to offer that. “It might be nice to know I’ve got somebody to reach out to.”

“Oh,” Jasper’s face brightened up, even more so, when his student said something nice about him, for him. Was that the first time a student wished him well, someone else wished him well? Definitely the first time he’s heard someone wish him well inside the university and even acknowledge all his hard work. He couldn’t stop beaming. “Thank you, Aria. That’s so nice of you! I hope the same for you and your friends.”

“You guys can even come to my place if you’d like.” That last part was definitely weird for a professor to say to his student, but Jasper was too sad and lonely to realize that. Later, however, he’d be figuratively smashing his head on the wall when he finally realized the words that came out of his mouth were less than appropriate. For now, however, he just made room for Ariadne to enter his office. “Oh, it’s always okay with me. I love hanging out with my students!”

Jasper caught sight of another pair of students passing by who saw him and smirked to themselves, chuckling under their breaths as they walked on by. He thought they were also happy to see him, so he gave them a wide, goofy smile. He would later realize he had thought wrong.

“Oh, thank you.” It was nice to have that sort of positive wish, even if it was from a professor, who was probably obligated to say things like that. Still, it was nice, and Ariadne let herself relax just the smallest bit more. Which meant that she probably shouldn’t say ‘oh yeah, I don’t really have many friends’ because that was just going to open up a whole new route of conversation that she didn’t want to venture down.

“I - oh.” She hid her surprise as best as she could. “That’s very nice of you to offer, but I - we - wouldn’t want to impose or anything.” She ducked into his office, not paying any attention to the other students walking by. In part, because Ariadne hardly noticed them, and in part because she wasn’t sure she wanted to look at them, right now.

Ariadne sat down in the chair in his office, gaze flicking all around the room. She wrapped one leg around the other and offered him another smile. “I - if you’re a geologist, does that mean you get to travel for work ever? I’d figure maybe you would, just ‘cause there’s lots of rocks in the world.” If she could have blushed, she would have. “Sorry, that’s reducing your job to make it sound - I - I just meant, there’s a lot of stuff in the world, and I hope you get to explore that.”

“No imposition at all,” Jasper gave her a smile as he followed her inside his office. He carefully dropped his stuff on his table and then proceeded to head to his coffee machine, plugging it in to heat a relatively fresh batch. “Coffee?” The geology professor took a moment to turn to the student, offering her a cup for herself.

It has been a long day, and while it was already over for his teaching schedule, Jasper usually waited until everyone else in his department left before he’d go home. There was nothing else, no one else, waiting for him in that manor anyway. Well, except for Val, his uncle’s dog, but he had someone to look after and feed the snobby little cretin while he was gone.

“Used to, but now I just teach more than I travel for work,” Jasper explained with a polite smile as he turned his attention back to her while he waited for the coffee to be ready, leaning on that counter with his arms crossed. “I sort of prefer this set-up than traveling, to be honest,” he didn’t, not really, but it was all he had now. “More stable, more comfortable, less hectic… You plan on traveling a lot after…all this?”

“Sure, coffee’s good. Could I have it with sugar?” Ariadne didn’t prefer coffee, but it was still good, and more than welcome as something to do with her hands. Just fiddling around didn’t seem like the best sort of idea, even in the usual circumstances, let alone when she was trying to make some sort of good impression on a professor. Because even if she never took another class with him again, the last thing she wanted was to come off poorly to him.

“That’s nice - but -” she cut herself off, unfortunately finding herself fiddling with her hands while he prepared the coffee. At least it wouldn’t last much beyond whenever she got the mug of coffee, or so Ariadne hoped. “That makes sense, I know I prefer sticking local,” which was far more true as of this past year than it had been before, but he didn’t need to know that detail.

“I might.” I’ll have to, eventually, “I never got to go and study abroad in Europe, so I think I’d like that.” Ariadne offered him another smile, “but if you have any recommendations of must-see places, I’d be more than happy to hear them.”

Jasper simply nodded with a smile. He had the sugar ready already. Outside of the ancient members of the faculty, he wasn’t sure who else in their right mind would have coffee without sugar during class hours, especially when the day was already on its last leg. Maybe those guys over at the Chemistry Department, but those guys are hella weird. “Local? Hmm, yes, that’s fair.”

The geology professor carefully took both cups, his and his student’s, once the coffee was done and ready, offering Ariadne hers while making sure to emphasize how hot it was and for her to be careful not to burn her fingers or tongue with basic gestures. Once she held her cup in her hands, then and only then did he take his seat opposite hers. Not behind his desk as he usually did but on the other chair that paired the one Ariadne sat on. For a more comfortable conversation. At least in his head, that was what he envisioned, again forgetting how professors always have an innate advantage in the power dynamics against a student. In his defense, however, Jasper has never been acquainted with such notions like power and confidence.

“Europe,” Jasper took a moment to blow on his coffee. As if his tongue was delicate and fragile. If it held some sort of importance to him. Even though he’s dipped it in hotter and weirder things more times than he could count or care to remember. What were those weird egg things in China and the Philippines again? Blech. Those weren’t his style. “It’s a good place to study, especially in Switzerland or maybe even the Netherlands.” Heck, England was good enough for geology. “You’ve got family over there? Japan’s not that bad either. I went there for some seminars. Pretty great.”

“Though that could just be an effect of having grown up here and never lived anywhere else,” a shrug, “so I’m biased, big time.” Except she wasn’t sure just how biased in favor she was of the town right now. Ariadne nodded as she accepted the cup of coffee, the warmth welcome, though she blew on it just slightly in order to attempt to cool it. There was the slightest hint of confusion as he sat down next to her, but that quickly turned into a smile, if no other reason that to assure him that she was at ease. Which she was, at least for the most part.

“I’ll have to look into those places too.” Another smile. “I - well, my mom’s parents moved from France, but my dad’s family’s been in the States, even like, this town, for centuries, so I don’t think I’ve got family over there, no. Japan? I’ve seen photos and it’s beautiful. So’s their art.” Ariadne took another sip of her coffee. Well, if I become a professional ballet dancer or something like that, maybe I’ll get an excuse to tour to lots of different countries.”

“You’ve never been anywhere else?” Jasper parroted the information. It was a little unnecessary, considering he’s had other students that were the same. Not everyone gets to travel somewhere else, especially at that age. Those who do don’t even do it because they can, usually more that they had to. Realizing that, he heaved a sigh, trying his best to mask his pity with a warm smile. When he realized he sucked at that, he tried to cover his face with his cup of coffee, taking a quick sip of his drink.

Jasper himself didn’t get to travel that much on his own accord either. His late uncle had to be, in a word, incapacitated to allow him to travel and that was only because, and through, his studies, too. The seminars on the other side of the world. The required field work in parts of Asia and Europe. When he came back, he found himself shackled to the town again, though there were still few opportunities to travel for work and study elsewhere. He could sympathize with Ariadne. “Well, I’ll see if I get any travel scheduled to France and Japan, and maybe I can take you with me?”

At that last part, his curiosity was piqued. Jasper crossed his legs and lowered his coffee cup, eyes glued to the young woman in front of him. “Ballet? You do ballet?”

“I mean, I’ve traveled a little bit, but uh - yeah, never really lived anywhere else.” Because her parents both had jobs that required them to be in town, and because living anywhere else just never seemed logical. Not at all, really. Still, they’d traveled somewhat. She didn’t regret the childhood she had one bit, because she knew that she had pretty incredible parents, but of course, the idea of having been a well-traveled child was a tempting one. Ariadne took another sip of her drink. “It’s fine, though - I’m not - I don’t - you don’t have to feel bad, if you were feeling bad.”

She sighed, thoughts drifting away for a few moments before she startled herself back to the present. “I - you’d do that?” Ariadne didn’t think to question the fact that it probably wouldn’t be feasible, but for the moment, she could enjoy living in the fantasy where she could easily travel anywhere she wanted. “Thank you - that’s - yeah, if my parents said it was okay, yeah, I’d like that a lot.” She grinned.

“Mhm, since I could walk, basically. I like other dance too - I love contemporary, but ballet’s where it all began, yeah.” Ariadne fiddled with her nail beds. “Do you like ballet?”

“Oh, it’s all right,” Jasper tried to make the young girl feel a little bit better about her situation, realizing that his words may have made her feel a bit insecure about things. It wasn’t like everyone got to travel the world every other month. Some things were more important than sightseeing. Like paying the bills or making sure your kids had plenty to eat. Besides paying the bills, Jasper didn’t really relate to relationships, familial or not, binding him to a place, to a responsibility. He’d very much want that but it seems to be forever out of his grasp. Probably the mines’ fault. “You’re still young. You’ve got plenty of time to change that.”

“And, sure, why not?” Jasper took a sip of his cup as well and then gave her a warm smile. “If your parents would allow for it, then you can join me and Ms. Jung. Between you and me, she needs friends her age in this school. Hopefully you two will get along. I see no reason why you won’t.”

It was hard for Jasper to take on a protege like Yvonne Jung, even harder that she was the only daughter of his mentor, the guy who helped him get where he was, and hardest that Professor Jung seemed to be forcing this field on his daughter when she clearly enjoyed something else more. But it wasn’t his place. The least he could was make things more tolerable for her, for anyone really, for his students. They were all that he had at the moment.

“Oh, really? I’d love to watch you sometimes,” Jasper nodded before realizing that must have sounded weird without the proper context. “...dance. I mean, watch you dance. I don’t know a lot of people who do ballet, but I’ve always thought it’s a pretty interesting dance. Very cultured and elegant, I think.”

More time than you know, she wanted to say. Except, of course, she couldn’t. Wouldn’t, either. Ariadne knew enough to follow that rule, even if it wasn’t one that she’d been told about hundreds of times, or even dozens. Maybe a dozen, given or take a little bit - but regardless, she knew that admitting she’d live an abnormally long amount of time was not the smartest idea. “I hope so.” She offered him a reassuring smile, unsure of if it was more for her or for him, but either way, someone in this room had to need comforting, and that was that.

“I can ask them,” though Ariadne wasn’t sure exactly how she’d phrase that, but that was a worry for another time, and strangely, the prospect of having something different to worry about was a weirdly welcome one. “I’ll get along with her, I’m sure.” There were very few people that she’d found it difficult to get along with, and so there was no reason for this to be any different. Especially if they were nice, but even if not, she knew she’d find a way.

“I - oh, yeah, of course. I can send you the dates of performances for next school year, once I know them?” Professors came to the performances all the time, and maybe he just wasn’t aware of the performing arts calendar. “It’s also fairly rigid, but I actually don’t mind that - I like the structure it provides.” Ariadne shrugged. “I’d be happy to have you come, even if I don’t exactly love an audience, always.”

Jasper grinned, nodding his head. The thought of finally having someone else go with him and his teaching assistant made him feel…great, as if a giant weight was lifted off of his shoulders, even though no one gave him that burden, especially not Yvonne who’d clearly rather not get too involved in the field she had no feelings for. But, hey! Maybe Aria would change her mind. Maybe they’d all end up happy together as geologists and friends. Friends? They’re too young to be…friends with me. That would be weirder than me not having friends at all.

Feigning a cough, Jasper tried to shoo those negative thoughts away. Of course, professors and their students can be friends. Maybe not the kind of friends students are with each other. Maybe not the kind of friends that hang out after classes, during holidays. Maybe more like associates than anything, really, for fear of tampering with the status quo, subconsciously growing bias toward specific students and that kind of thing. But friends nonetheless. Yeah, that’s never going to work.

“That would be lovely, Aria,” Jasper had never tried to go over the performing arts calendar after that one time he tried to ask one of the professors in that department out and she bluntly rejected him. Terrible trauma aside, it’s been a few months already, so it should be fine for him to take a gander at some ballet events, right? Maybe they’d even forgotten about him already. “So I’ve heard,” he nodded again, this time more pensively. “I’ve seen movies about ballet and ballet dancers, but it’d be nice to see an actual performance up close. I’d be very happy to come and watch you…dance, I mean.”

“You’re not a fan of having an audience?” Jasper wondered if she was one of those shy dancers in those movies about ballet and ballet dancers.

“I’ll make sure to get you the calendar then, once the new school year starts back up.” Ariadne hoped that he wouldn’t regret having asked her to do that. “Uh, if you ever - if you want to not go, or stuff comes up, don’t worry.” She didn’t want him to feel obligated to go. Especially since what else exactly was he going to do when she was in the room with him? Tell her dancing was stupid and that he didn’t care about it?

“Movies can be good, but like most things - geology included - I think it’s best seen in person. So it’s not all Hollywood glamorized or what have you.” She was talking more than she wanted to, and so she looked down into her now nearly-empty coffee cup. “So I hope it’ll live up to your expectations.” That I will, Ariadne added silently, to herself.

“Not always, but I guess dance is like, the one time I am good with it.” She forced a bright smile on her face. “I just don’t always love attention, but dance is one of my favorite things, so it’ll be good. Promise.”

Jasper simply smiled at Ariadne’s promise. He could probably get that calendar himself, but her getting it for him? That sounded much easier. At least he wouldn’t have to go back there, embarrass himself again. She was a life saver. Hopefully, he could do the same for her. Somehow. Some way. “Oh, don’t worry! I’ll definitely be there. Wouldn’t want to miss it for the world.”

“I know it will,” Jasper took another sip of his cup, eyes never leaving her face, but then realized there was nothing left, not even a single drop. He raised an eyebrow, took a look at the inside of his cup to confirm, and was pretty much disappointed with what he saw. Maybe he should get another cup?

Or maybe he should let Ariadne go. It was probably the longest conversation with a student he’s had since recent memory, with a student that wasn’t being forced to be in the same room with him, so Jasper was a little saddened that it was close to being over. “I hope it won’t be weird, me coming to watch you dance?” Why would it? Because he’d only go to see her? Jasper didn’t realize it right then and there, and maybe he wouldn’t for quite some time, but she was the only reason he’d actually make the first step to see a ballet performance live for the very first time.

“Good, then I’m looking forward to it. That – it means a lot that you want to do this, especially since I’m not even a long-term student of yours.” But that didn’t have to matter, did it? She supposed that it didn’t really, in the grand scheme of things. So Ariadne pushed those thoughts away, once again, not wanting to make some sort of truly not-so-good mistake even though it very much seemed like Jasper – was it okay to call your professor that? – didn’t think she was even remotely close to making some sort of mistake.

“No, you’re good. The dances are usually open to the whole campus, and I’d be happy to have you come. Promise.” She set her now-empty cup down. “Though I should probably be going, and I wouldn’t want to keep taking up too much of your time! Thanks a whole bunch again for talking, I’ll be sure to stop by again sometime soon.” Ariadne picked at her nails for a moment. “I hope the rest of your day is good, Jasper.”

“Well, what can I say?” Jasper wasn’t just asking her. Rhetorically or not. He was also asking himself. Well, he was asking himself mostly. What could he say? That wouldn’t get him in any trouble through wrong impressions. Was being friends with his students really that bad? Maybe of the second opposite sex? Maybe because he wasn’t that old? Nah, it would be worse if he was much older. What even was he getting at? “You did catch my eye.”

They are?! Jasper frowned at that, though he quickly tried to sweep that look of disappointment and semi-betrayal under a figurative rug. To be fair, no one betrayed him. No one even told him to steer clear of the dances, of the theater, of the entire arts department. That was all on him. That was all him. He rose to escort her out his door with a smile, leaving his own cup on a nearby table.

“Any time, Aria,” Jasper lingered on her face for a moment that was a bit longer than he’d liked, especially when she called him by his first name. Was that all right? It felt good, didn’t it? It was all right in his book. No one else needed to know. No one would even care to know. She reminded him, right then and there, of his lost childhood friend, Faith. “Thank you… Yours, too. Study well, work hard, and break that leg!” And now it felt unnecessarily worse.

“Thanks. Guess I’m just not too used to that.” Not that people never paid attention to her, but she wasn’t used to catching people’s eyes. Which she was fine with, too much attention had never been something she was fond of nor something she was comfortable with. Ariadne offered Jasper a smile, though. “Just, uh, even if you think I’m neat, please don’t grade based on that. I want to earn whatever my semester’s grade is. Not that I think you would, but I just feel like, morally, I need to make sure. If that makes sense?” Another case where she was grateful that she couldn’t physically blush, because she was making enough of a fool of herself that she’d absolutely be blushing if she could.

She looked over to him with wide eyes, wondering what he was thinking - which, in turn, led to its own hunger pain piercing through her stomach. But no, she wasn’t going to do that, wasn’t going to overly focus on that. Instead, staring at him with wide, nearly sad eyes would have to suffice. “I’ll work hard, promise. I - thanks.” Ariadne bit her tongue. Even if that wasn’t technically the word for dance, she still could appreciate the sentiment, and it wasn’t like she could get extremely hurt again, anyhow. “And just let me know about that trip, if you ever want to. I’ll see you around!”

#wickedswriting #c jasper #chatzy #writing #invitations after class #// i love joe. i love jasper. thank u so much for this!!!#v excited to explore this dynamic more in the future 🥺

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deerydear · 8 months

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There is a feeling that I had quite a lot in my childhood, but then I pulled away.

It was: That this world is inside of my own body, and this life is riding around inside, like a cell of the whole.

Thus, if the Microcosm is cared for... the Macrocosm flourishes the same.

I feel so much better while cleaning my apartment; taking a bath; eating healthy, nutritious, wholesome foods; being around other living things.

The story of the Demon-Eater is so familiar to me... like it was something I saw in my childhood.

Content advisory: graphic violence, gore, and cruelty

I think my problem is that I kept trying to pin up the Microcosm onto the Macrocosm in an antisynergetic way.

Like, nothing would get done, because the solution to the problem, for me, was to look within, and listen to the thrum of my cells...

Only when I did that... did the situation advance forward. It stayed in a stasis, in that manner... for what felt like a long time. Only when I finally returned, did it resolve.

I guess it goes well with the criticisms of "Consumer culture": always looking to "buy" a "quick fix" to something.

...but what if it doesn't fix it at all?

What if it just causes different problems?

Distraction.

There are two types of Distraction: Healthy and Unhealthy.

Unhealthy Distraction is where you keep all the balls you're juggling up in the air, and you keep juggling them, and you forget that you were once not juggling them, and that you could put them down if you wanted it.

The unhealthy juggler starts to invent a mythology about why they are juggling, and why they need to keep juggling, and why people who don't juggle are somehow disgusting, or inferior, or annoying.

Thus, I can't put these balls down, or I'd become one of them. Ew.

...but it's just a reversal, because you started taking the opinions of some people really seriously, when they said these things you're now repeating.

The real root of the sin is Rigidity.

I've heard it said before that a flexible branch of a tree will bend and flow in the wind, but an inflexible one will snap off when it gets too rough. Dead branches are inflexible. New shoots are very flexible.

Healthy distraction means putting the balls down. You look around, and forget.

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olivando · 1 year

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Why this one couldn't have stayed in the drafts

Introductions are an act of framing, and so when thinking about someone stumbling upon this in a few months, years, maybe even decades, I wondered how much of myself I want to be out there. Why?

Perhaps ill-advisedly, I lead an extremely doxx-able life. A busy one, too. Why would I want to saturate the already cluttered cyberspace and dedicate time from days that already feel way too short to writing about things that are so profoundly personal?

The thing is, whenever I need to make sense of things (including myself) I turn to words. I write on my journal, sometimes for hours. I acquire books and read them voraciously, information weaving itself into a weighted blanket.

I wanted to start a transition journal because nothing has made more sense yet been as disconcerting as coming to terms with my gender, and embracing life as a trans person.

I have chosen to make it public because visibility matters. Open, honest, respectful conversation fosters community. Words can barely express how encouraging, how wholesome and healing, it is to read books by and for trans people, to engage with their content, their art.

Sharing and discussing our experiences with my trans loved ones? Pure magic.

So I'm doing this.

Hi, I'm Oliver. I'm Chilean. I live in London. I talk about books on the internet! I am a trans man who came out less than a year ago, at 27. I'm barely at the beginning of my transition.

My stories will not be extraordinary. Most likely, they will be utterly unremarkable. But this is exactly why they might matter.

If anyone out there is in need of a friend, information, comfort, courage, or even just mindless distraction, I hope this can be a source of that.

Welcome, friend!

"We won't die secret deaths anymore. The world only spins forward. We will be citizens. The time has come."

Prior Walter (Angels in America, Tony Kushner)

#journal #trans #queer #lgbtq #lgbtq community #memoir

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k347 · 3 years

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Christopher Robert Evans :

Opens an Instagram account because of a challenge for a charity.

Posts a tree picture.

Delets it.

Then posts a video regarding the challenge in a blue sweater that matches his eyes. Makes sure the first person whose name he says and tags in that challenge is Sebastian Stan.

Occasional sweet posts about his dog and family for a few weeks.

An accidental Instagram story that broke the internet.

Takes a break for a couple of days.

More selfies with the adorable dog.

Thirst Trap insta story spree continues. It is totally on purpose this time around. Teases his tatoos by putting them on display but blurry and sneaky enough. Back flips into the pool. Wiggling titties. Full on slutty behaviour.

Posts about Beautiful trees near his house.

Spreading awareness about voting.

The changed look of the beautiful tree near his house.

Music Recommendations.

Another picture of the trees changing colour in autumn.

Roasts his own fashion sense from the old 2000s pics.

Then again reminds the world of his infamous Boston Jesus look.(back at the thirst trap)

More trees. More Dodger.

Another thirst trap. This time it's even more obvious and carefree. Left boob, the chest hair and a nipple on full display, only wearing some sweatpants

But manages to give it all of the soft and adorable feels too, by making it clear in the caption that his dog's sitting on his tattoo which says the name of the cute pupper. There is also a little black star near it btw. A very important detail.

Posts another picture of Dodger curled up on the couch watching tv.

The Fandom, the Internet, the entire Instagram community :

#chris evans #instagram #evanstan #sebastian stan #rpf #dodger #trees #autumn #vote #asp #pool #tattoos #wholesome content that the world needs for distraction #soft and sexy

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rebloggingrexan · 3 years

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Second reblogging blog???

I just learned tumblr only lets you queue 300 posts per account, and I really enjoy queueing and reblogging.

Might make another blog for reblogging animal stuff??? Dunno. Just found out about the limit today when I hit it, and I’d like to keep reblogging a glut of nice buggy and lizard content but also have a lot of fanart stuff here.

I’ll find out how I’m handling my lack of queueing posts in a....... Let’s give it two weeks. xD

#me #keeper #(don't take any of the following too seriously please. i'm being melodramatic for my own entertainment)#DAY ONE (1): i am feeling the arid drought and desperation of not being able to reblog wholesome content from onenicebugperday #it is a feeling of tragedy and i do not know how much longer i can last #will i make it to week 2 #so many posts i'm smiling at and no ability to share them with the world even if it takes months for them to appear on the blog #just as bad: i am distracted horribly and cannot spam my spam friend at the moment #i must cook #my stomach craves food but cooking is a task that requires herculean strength #so i cannot even queue Villainous fanart to slake my need for frivolity before diving into responsibilities #week 2... how thou dost elude me #even day 2 of this experiment and waiting seems so far away #-swoons dramatically-#DAY FIVE (5): i am purposefully not reading onenicebugperday posts because i do definitely want to favor having fanart here #and i know all the wonderful *i love them* comments will leave me wanting to reblog #i've also wanted to do some other swooning update posts the other days but idk didn't #ye it's a sad to avoid looking at posts you like #but i've only got space to reblog about 10 posts and that's also a sad #DAY FIVE (5) CONTINUED:#i am couch-ridden with my period and want to mass reblog things and shall #but then my queue will be filled #so many sads today #DAY SIX (6): it's probably for the best that i can't reblog anymore right now #'cause it's at least one thing that can't distract me #but it's still a sad #DAY ELEVEN (11): i have come to the likely conclusion -- as i suspected i would -- that NOT having another reblogging blog is for the best #as much as i hate that #i often use the blog as a way to procrastinate and i stare at walls for shorter periods of time than i get distracted with reblogging

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tooweirdforyou · 3 years

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How The OP Boys Say “I Love You” To Their S/O

How You Know He Loves You- idk man

A/N : enjoy.

includes » Ace, Sabo, Luffy, law, Sanji, Zoro, Marco, Rosinante, Kid, Shanks, Mihawk, Katakuri, Izo, Koby, Cavendish,

Summary : the boys’ own way of saying “I love you”, with their own words and ways. Or, how you know he loves you.

? Wait did I do this before? I don’t even know. also these aren’t GREAT, but they aren’t HORRIBLE. Yk? Honestly tho, some of these seem like they’re all over the place, which yes, they might be. UGH IT WAS SO HARD THO.

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy loves you like an adventure. Everything is new and always fun to try with him, and no matter what happens, you don’t ever regret it, because you’re doing it with him.

He’s persistent in staying with you everywhere, he wants to do everything with you. He tends to invite you ( by pulling your hand ) to do crazy things with him and away from the others so you’re alone.

He’s always showing off his skills and stupidity in order to make you laugh, because your smile is the best thing he’s ever seen and giggles are the beautiful sound he treasures.

His actions are genuine when he holds your hand and pulls you to his side all the time, with the warmest, loving grin.

Luffy always makes sure to remind you to never give up hope.

“Let’s go on an adventure together, [Name].”

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro loves you like you’re his one and only. No one has priority over you, ( except maybe Luffy ), and you will always be his, if you’ll let him.

Zoro is not a man of many words when it comes to his own emotions and feelings, so he shows it through his actions.

He always has an eye on you, so wherever you are is where he ‘sleeps’ so he can keep you close, his swords at his side to protect you from danger, ( but he knows you can handle yourself. )

Zoro is the perfect person to lend a comforting shoulder and ear. He will listen to every single one of your problems intently and if he can, will offer the best advice you’ll hear, even if it’s a bit harshly. However, whatever got you so down, Zoro will bring you back up.

Zoro is always reminding you that you are strong, no matter how tough things get.

“Oi, come take a nap with me. I could use a body pillow.”

Portgas D. Ace

Ace loves you like a gentleman, respecting boundaries, bowing to the elderly you pass by together and always ready to pick you up for your date at seven, bouquet of flowers in hand.

If Ace is good at anything, it’s knowing how to distract you with a good time. He knows the best way to bring a beautiful smile to your lips and can easily make sure to avoid the thoughts that brought you down in the first place.

He’ll share stories that will make you die of laughter or feel so wholesome that you literally melt at how sweet it is.

The few times he expresses and shares his insecurities to you, something he hides within him because he trusts you enough to do so. He loves your understanding and comfort for him.

Ace always reminds you that you’ll be okay, even at the worst times.

“You are the light of my life.”

Chief of Staff Sabo

Sabo loves you like a prince. He holds the door for you, takes your hand so you don’t fall, has the most charismatic smile on his face and is just so charming.

Sabo will remember the littlest things, the smallest details that you yourself don’t even know until he reminds you, and because of this, you are often gifted the most memorable and cherishing gifts, like the scarf you two bought for your perfect snowman, to the necklace you were staring a little too longingly at on display.

He’s always busy, but he doesn’t hesitate to drop whatever he has just for you. He will run through fire if it means you’ll stop crying or if you’ll be happy to see him. You are his lifeline, his soul, his love.

He may not know how to properly cheer you up like his brothers can, but he knows that he wants the best for you. If you need space, you got it. You need some tender loving cuddles and buckets of ice cream while watching Disney movies? Vanilla or chocolate ice cream?

Sabo reminds you that you deserve happiness and peace.

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.”

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Law loves you like you’re his savior, someone who’s always there during his time of need and insecurities, by his side when he needs you most.

He’s a little blunt and straightforward occasionally, but he’s honest somewhat. He won’t ever tell you his feelings until he deems it the right time, but you can tell he has feelings by the change in treatment.

He’ll keep you closer to him, making excuses by saying that he needs you to help him with the supply run, or that he needs your assistance with a particular menial task.

He’s awkward and shy about it at first but he cares and that’s all you need to know. Especially once you catch him during one of his weaker times, the anniversary of a particular someone rolling around, where he’s locked in his room. He needs you beside him, so please don’t leave him when he needs you.

Law reminds you that you are human, that it’s okay to be vulnerable.

“Just stay here with me.”

Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji loves you like a god/goddess. He will treat you with the utmost respect and care and offers you everything you could possibly want or need, just say the word.

His genuine, endless daily compliments are given to you with pure love and passion, his daily refreshments and snacks to keep you energized and hydrated keeps an eye out for your health.

He makes sure you know the true meaning of flattery, chivalry and love, because that is all he can show you.

However, under that chivalrous exterior, is his calmer, understanding loving self, where he shows his true self and when he finally shares this side with you, where he holds his insecurities, it’s the true honor and love you can receive. And it’s even better, when you become the one who loves for him in return during this time.

Sanji reminds you that you deserve to be and are loved.

“You are my world, my everything.”

Marco The Phoenix

Marco loves you like a married couple who grew old together, still playing jokes and having fun to life’s fullest, no matter your age.

He’s constantly lecturing you for the smallest things repeatedly, since you always seem to forget. His lectures lack any annoyance or malice though, he’s just kind of done with you sometimes.

Nonetheless, he’s taking care of you more than you think, always the first one there whenever you need help. He’s always prepared for whatever you need so you don’t have to look for it and get worried.

He’s stern at times but he loves you more than you could ever know, often questioning himself whenever he’s beside you. He half-lidded eyes watching you with warmth and admiration because you always look so determined.

Marco always reminds you that you are free. To live life to its fullest and however you wish.

“Let me fly you to the moon.”

Donquixote Rosinante

Rosinante loves you like a husband, he treats you like his wife, either you or him welcoming each other home after being gone for so long and greeting each other with a loving kiss each time.

He knows just how tough things can be and as much as he tries to make things right, he knows how bad situations really are and no matter how much he wants to cry or get angry, he always holds a smile, in front of you. To assure you that things will be okay.

He gives the warmest hugs, and knows that, so whenever you’re angry or sad, or just randomly at times, Rosi envelops you into a large hug, waddling you back and forth a few times, you feel instant relief and content, which makes him smile.

His priority will always be you, even if he’s hundreds of thousands miles away, he will find his way back home to you. He surprises you with the littlest gifts; being flowers, jewelry, candles, or more.

Rosi will always remind you to smile, even during the hardest times.

“I will protect you.”

Eustass Kid

Kid loves you like a game, it’s unexpected, unpredictable of what will happen and it’s exciting and thrilling. For you both, one wrong move, and the other is gone for good, but perhaps, second chances/rematches are available.

He can be brash and a bit much, but Kid has high respect for anyone who actually makes it onto his crew and can actually tolerate him, you included.

He’s loud and wild but that only makes it part of the fun. With such a short fuse, as long as you play your cards right and pick your moments to bite back, it’s kind of fun knowing how dangerous it can be with a guy like Kid, and he also loves it equally, because your feistiness is attractive.

Being a bad bitch that doesn’t play by the rules is so incredibly attractive and Kid knows how to reward and punish so tread carefully. ;) however, he has his down moments and as annoying he can be, he does appreciate the effort you give if you try to comfort him. He’ll be harsh about it but eventually, he just wants you to be with him in the end.

Kid reminds you to rebel, take risks and enjoy the thrill of getting in dangerous situation every once in a while, breaking a few rules doesn’t hurt anybody. Most of the time.

“Don’t fucking ever leave me.. okay?”

Dracule Mihawk

Mihawk loves you like you’re an empress, only the finest and highest quality for you, nothing else can compare.

Mihawk will buy you the most expensive dress that suits you, with an equally expensive matching jewelry to go with. Not to mention the heels, and, tch, how could he forget the roses you require? Despicable.

As much as he loves to show you off, he despises the stares of awe and admiration you receive whenever you go out, so his possessiveness takes over and he has an arm around your waist at all times, successfully showing you’re taken and to back off if they don’t wish to be cut into oblivion.

He trains you to handle yourself, obviously, you should know at least some basic skills. He’s not too hard on you but does push you to keep going until you truly wish to stop. It’s only because he’s worried that one day, he won’t be there and won’t be able to protect you.

Mihawk reminds you that you are a queen/king, a strong person who shall hold your ground and never back down from fear and show your bravery.

“Come here, mi amor.”

Red Haired Shanks

Shanks loves you like you’re his future. It’s an unknown journey, but he’s there for the ride and whatever may happen, he’s there staying and won’t be going anywhere, unless it’s with you.

The red head is a goofball, he drinks, parties and messes around but he is an incredible captain and genuine to a fault. So when he expresses kindness, it is purely from his heart and not out of manners.

He is extremely playful and yet when down to business, he is calm, collected, and cool. He knows just what to say in tough situations and great comforting advice, so he’s the one to go to when you’re feeling down. And as laid back as he is, disrespect to those he loves is the one shit he won’t take.

He’ll hold you close and with his signature grin, compliment you and tell you how much he appreciates you and as soon as someone lays a finger on you, his hand is on the hilt of the sword and he waits three seconds for an explanation before he cuts them down. No one messes with his beloved.

Shanks reminds you of loyalty. To always protect and care for those close to you, and keep that built up trust and bond you created with them.

“Trust me. I won’t let go of you.”

Charlotte Katakuri

Katakuri loves you like you’re glass, he’s careful, protective, cautious and treats you like you’re fragile, because he’s afraid of hurting you.

He’s larger than most, he’s aware of that, so he always takes the precautions to be aware of his surroundings, especially when you are around. He wants you safe and he will be devastated if he is the cause of your pain.

His large stature is a blessing to you though, because cuddling is so comfortable and comforting, it’s amazing. You can curl up and relax and just be at ease with him, because he’s so protective of you, even from his family members. He often keeps you away from Cracker and Perospero, in the slightest chance that they try to take you away from him.

He’ll be extremely heartbroken if Big Mom doesn’t approve of you, but his love for you is stronger, so he’ll keep it a secret if he has to but eventually, he’ll pray and wish for her blessing, asking the help of his siblings to convince her.

Katakuri reminds you of family, that even friends or crewmates are family and love you all the same.

“I will be here for you.”

Captain Koby

Koby loves you like a typical high school crush. He’s all shy and blushy, and evidently embarrassed when the pretty one at school is talking to him, ( that’s you. ).

He’s like the wallflower type, who tries to blend in but somehow, he sticks out in a way that lures you to him, like he’s hit the jackpot.

He is incredibly sweet, and his shyness is so adorable. You can’t help but coo whenever you see his red cheeks and soft smile of care he offers.

Always helps you with everything, will take the blame whenever you get in trouble, takes the suffering and pain when guys try to mess with you, and no matter how tough things get, he’s holding a brave face for you.

Koby reminds you of kindness, treat everyone with care and kindness, and it goes a long way.

“If you fall, I’ll be there to catch you.”

16th Division Commander Izo

Izo loves you like you’re a painting, he thinks you are true beauty, inside and out, you are a work of art, a true Mother Nature masterpiece born. One to be admired.

The type to be there. He’ll hold your hair while you vomit, rubbing soothing circles on your back while you cry, painting your nails while you complain about Ace, assure your perfection when you’re feeling insecure.

Best advice giver, holds no judgements at all. He’ll help with anything, because you need him. Romantic advice, friendship, sexual advice ;), he will help you any way he can.

He truly admires you, not because of your beauty, but your strength to be able to cry. Crying doesn’t mean weakness but rather, strength to be able to move forward even in the worst of times.

Izo reminds you that you are beautiful, no matter what anyone thinks or says.

“You are true beauty, my love.”

Cavendish Of The White Horse

Cavendish loves you like you’re a princess, and he is your handsome Prince Charming.

Every thing he does it like from a fairytale, if it involved a rather.. bit of a narcissistic Prince Charming. But he means well, because he still treats you like a real princess.

He gives you daily horseback rides, teaching you with his strong arms wrapped around yours and his black fancy hat on top of your head, as you two ride around and share laughs and memories.

And even through his big ego, he still makes sure to compliment you, tell you how proud he is of you and how much he truly admires you for your strong will and determination, because he really does love you. More than you know.

Cavendish reminds you that dreams can come true, sometimes it just takes a leap of faith and effort.

“I will treat you like the princess you are and deserve to be.”

A/N : 15 fucking people and having to think of different things while I’m distracted is so HARD. 😭 please tell me you enjoyed though ;-;

but did I do this already? God I can’t remember a thing, especially since I still haven’t updated my masterlists- and I’m terribly sorry if this really is all over the place ;-; also apologies if this is repetitive for some of them! It really is difficult yk ;-;

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itsmyartfam · 3 years

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Dadzawa fic rec list

So lately I’ve been reading a lot of Dadzawa fics so I thought I’d share them with you. I shortened down the summaries of some of the longer ones- I didn’t put them in my own words of course, but I just used the shortened snippets that authors sometimes put at the end of their own longer summaries. They’re in no particular order of greatness, and I tried to get a good blend of popular and less popular ones so here u go.

1) i. shaky hands- rexcorvidae

midoriya has chronic pain, and tries to hide it. aizawa deals with this, and learns something surprising along the way.

One-Shot. Honestly their whole whumptober collection is amazing I would totally read them all if you have the time, they’re pretty much all loaded with great Dadzawa content

2) Not all exits are made Equal- LunaLucrea

When a raid goes wrong, and Aizawa gets taken, he's hardly expecting to be found. He's a professional Underground Hero. He's seen situations like this play out before, and knows how the cards usually fall.

He's got people he'll miss of course, and he feels terrible about what this is going to do to Hizashi and Eri, but these are the types of risks he agreed to when he signed on the dotted line all those years ago. He's ready to accept his fate.

Too bad for him his former students are tenacious little shits.

Three chapters. I love seeing how Aizawa interacts with older Midoriya in the first chapter and how he thinks of all of his former students now that they’re pro heroes, he’s such a proud dad but he’s also so self-deprecating and he needs some love and class 1-A will force it on him. Wholesome, 10/10, but also warning for whump! on Aizawa’s part.

3) To the people we admire- The_ crownless_ queen

Eri learns about autographs, and how they're a way for fans to show they like their heroes. Naturally, she wants all of them — and especially Eraserhead's.

One-Shot. I don’t read many Eri fics but my god, this one is adorable. Eri learns about autographs and wants Aizawa’s but his students know that Aizawa doesn’t really give autographs so they devise a plan to get one out of him- basically by making him jealous of Eri getting autographs from every hero but him. It’s wholesome, Dadzawa is like ‘wtf Eri’, I love it.

4) Inhibitions- Thealmostrhetoricalquestion

Todoroki gets zapped by a Quirk that effectively lowers someone's inhibitions, and Aizawa deals with the strange, humorous, heart-breaking fallout.

The train ride back is something of a nightmare. Not because it goes badly, or because something awful happens, but because Aizawa can’t get rid of this feeling in his chest every time he sees Todoroki’s unusual, carefree smile. He looks like nothing has ever hurt him.

One-Shot. Lol, this one’s funny- Todoroki acts all loopy and carefree and Aizawa is frantically scrambling after him trying to make sure he doesn’t get himself into trouble, all while finding out more than he’d ever thought he’d learn about his student. Good shit, good comedy, good angst.

5) I consider myself lucky- alightintheshadows

For some of us, our teachers are the greatest role models we'll ever have.

One-Shot. Ugh, this is so sappy and kinda cheesy but I love it! Izuku gives his dads All Might and Aizawa gifts because he loves is grateful to them. WHOLESOME SHIT

6) Not in the Job Description- IidaRei98

A collection of drabbles revolving around the Dadazawa and Class 1A. Mostly fluff with some hurt/comfort - whatever pops into my head really!

Incomplete, 56/? Chapters. Solid collection of dadzawa drabbles. I didn’t finish reading them all because I get easily distracted away from long fics, but since it doesn’t follow a plot it’s easy to put down and pick back up when you wanna get your dadzawa fix.

7) passing through fire- achievingelysium

“What happened? A villain?”

“Ye- yeah,” Midoriya croaks. Shouta starts walking.

“I was there,” Shouta says, feeling through the words before he speaks, “but I don’t remember?”

Midoriya closes his eyes.

“No,” he agrees, “you wouldn’t. But- but you... were there. With... me.”

Aizawa finds himself in a street with little memory of how he got there. Then he discovers Midoriya, beaten and bruised, who claims Aizawa protected him—but as Aizawa regains pieces of his memory he realizes Midoriya may be lying, and he's the one who's done his own student harm.

One-Shot. OOH, OUCH, FUCKING LOVE THIS ONE! God I love the Dadzawa ANGST in this! I haven’t seen a dadzawa fic with a plot like this before, so I highly recommend checking this one out, especially if you like ANGST! Love it!

8) a penny for your thoughts- cassiopeia721

While visiting Eri at the hospital following her rescue from the Shie Hassaikai, Izuku and Aizawa-sensei both run into a nurse with a telepathy based quirk, and Izuku finds himself in a telepathic bond with his teacher. This is... somewhat worrying, considering how many secrets Izuku needs to keep.

Six chapters. Yet another Dadzawa fic with a unique concept that I have never come across before. Very good, much angst! My only complaint is I wish Izuku could’ve heard a bit more of Aizawa’s angsty thoughts, the whole thought-hearing did feel a bit one-sided at times, but overall it was a very good fic. The angst of Izuku struggling to keep his many secrets from Aizawa for a whole week was *chef’s kiss* Good dad-son bonding.

9) Geyser- spineless

Izuku faints during class when weeks of sleeping and eating poorly catch up with him. Aizawa, All Might, and his friends, remind him that no matter what he's going through, he doesn't have to do it alone.

Three Chapters. Good Dadzawa being all disapproving of his son Izuku pushing himself too hard and not taking care of himself like he can fucking talk lol. But also some angst cuz Izuku is a tormented boi who has been through too much and is Not OkayTM and his dads are there to help him.

10) The World on His Shoulders- baggytshirtsandtiredeyes

During their second year, Aizawa decides to take some of the students on patrol to give them a taste of the underground hero life. But of course, nothing goes as planned when UA's resident Problem Child is involved.

One-Shot. Izuku is a BAMF and Aizawa is like O.O. I can’t say anything more. This fic deserves more attention.

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Okie dokie, that’s enough for now. If you guys like my recommendations, maybe I’ll make another list in the future!

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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i've been keeping a list of possible prompts for you and there's one i have no memory of adding that just says "courtesan nmj????" so i guess that's the prompt you're getting lmao

What Does the Fox Say - ao3

“Second Madame Nie!” a disciple shouted, rushing into her little garden. She didn’t recognize him, but he was solidly built and well-muscled like most of the others – truly, the Unclean Realm was a rapturous feast for one with eyes to see it. Yum, yum. “Second Madame Nie, I have bad news!”

Boo. She hated bad news: bad news meant she’d have to do something, usually, and right now she was seated very comfortably in a pleasant piece of sun in the garden path that’d been made up just for her and to her preferences, with her feet up on a chair and a full plate of fruit from the kitchen on the table in front of her just begging to be devoured, morsel by delicious morsel.

Her schedule was packed!

“I regret to tell you, but your husband has been killed!”

“Oh,” she said, frowning slightly. “Has he? How obnoxious of him.”

How unreliable. Men.

She sighed.

“Second Madame – Second Madame – you don’t understand!” The disciple was all red-eyed and weepy, which was a look she liked, especially in big, stout men like this. The salt added a bit of spice to the whole thing. “You must flee at once! He was killed by Sect Leader Wen in an act of outright aggression – Sect Leader Wen has declared war – the Wen sect is invading!”

She nodded and picked up another lychee to start peeling it. She’d get around to fleeing in her own time. As long as this Wen sect or whatnot was being led by a man, she wasn’t terribly concerned.

“They intend to wipe out the inheritance of Qinghe Nie! They will rip out the child in your belly!”

She hummed noncommittally. Really, how attached was she to having a child of her own? Really?

“They will slaughter civilians – execute Nie-gongzi –”

Her hands stilled.

“What,” she said, and the disciple took a step back automatically, proving that he, at least, had something more of a survival instinct than her late husband did. “Hurt my little meat bun? My darling rice roll? My savory zongzi?”

She stood up, diminutive height and over-large belly and frilly clothing doing absolutely nothing to diminish the vaguely menacing aura that darkened the sky around her. She bared her teeth.

“Who does this upstart Wen dog think he is?!”

The disciple blinked owlishly, but nodded, seeming relieved that she’d finally accepted his concern, though she could see on his face that he was thinking that her reasoning was – characteristically – a little strange. But then again, and she could see this thought process on his far too honest face, it was well known that the second Madame Nie been quite strange ever since Sect Leader Nie had found her in some lonesome place with no family or background and brought her back to be his new wife nevertheless.

Such a charming man. Pity about his loss, really.

“You have to flee at once, we can’t possibly fight so many people,” the disciple said once more, and this time she nodded in agreement. “We can escort you to a hidden exit –”

“No!” a little voice called. “We can’t go.”

She turned to look, and there was the little pork-and-shrimp dumpling himself, chubby-cheeked and earnest-eyed, looking as delicious as always.

“What do you mean, fish cake?” she asked. “Of course we have to go. Didn’t you hear what this strapping young man said? This Wen person wants to kill you!”

“If Father is dead, then I’m the sect leader,” her stepson said. He was serious and solemn in a way that made her want to pinch his cheeks and bury her face into his belly to blow raspberries, and also possibly to eat him right up, flesh and marrow and gristle and all. “That means it’s my responsibility to preserve the Nie sect.”

“Nie-gongzi, no!” the disciple cried, throwing himself to his knees in a dramatic display of loyalty. “You would only die – far better for you to run, and live!”

“Then isn’t the same true for everyone else?” the tasty little dish asked, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. Possibly he was trying to put on a fierce expression, maybe, she couldn’t quite tell sometimes. He was so cute. “Why should I live, and them not? I refuse to buy my life with their deaths!”

“But – Nie-gongzi –”

Her charming little honey cake shook his head and held up a hand to stop the disciple, turning to look at her instead.

“Second Mother,” he said, and he had that wholesome trusting expression again that was such a perfect little one-shot-kill to the heart, ugh. “You always said you’re the best at hiding. The best in the world, no one better among all the gods or demons!”

She was, too. She couldn’t help but preen a little, proud.

“– can’t you do something?”

“Oh, darling cabbage bun,” she said, not without fondness. “I can hide myself from even the net of Heaven itself if I so choose, from gods and demons alike, and I can most certainly hide a small group from any mortal eyes that dare to look, if you don’t mind being a little tiny bit dishonorable about the business. But an entire sect? That’s a bit much, even for someone as talented and skilled as me.”

Her stepson looked up at her, all straight-steel sincerity and upright righteousness wrapped into a perfectly edible little snack-sized package. “If we split them up, the sect could be small groups,” he said eagerly. “Couldn’t you do something then?”

He was so cute, and he trusted her. He trusted her, believed in her, felt that she could perform miracles with a wave of her sleeve if only she so wished.

It was awful.

She couldn’t bear it.

“Oh all right, you nummy little slice of roast pork belly,” she said, yielding. “But I’m telling you now, it won’t be the least bit honorable! There’s only so many excuses you can come up with for having a lot of strong men with wide shoulders and women with thick thighs hanging around, and not a single one of them has the slightest bit to do with what you people consider to be appropriate.”

“That’s all right. Preserving human life comes first, always.”

The disciple looked between them, clearly completely confused. Clearly all his effort had been spent on developing the muscles in his arms (quite nice) rather than his brain (quite slow).

“What?” he said. “What’s happening?”

“We’re saving the sect,” Nie Mingjue announced happily, clapping his hands together. Too precious, too precious entirely; she’d have to make sure no one else even thought about going near her darling little snackling. “Tell everyone to prepare to evacuate.”

“That will take too long,” she said, and smiled, with teeth. “Let me call some friends to help.”

When the Wen sect arrived at the Unclean Realm, they found the gate open.

That was unexpected enough, but when they entered, they found that the entire place had emptied out – not just of people, but of everything else, too. There wasn’t a single intact chair or table in the entire place, not a scrap of cloth nor a bit of food, like it’d been swept clean by locusts or wild monkeys come to pilfer whatever they could.

Even the paving stones where arrays had been laid out by the Nie sect’s ancestors had been pried up and carted away.

Sect Leader Wen ordered a search, but there wasn’t any trace of it – of the people, of the stuff, anything.

No one ever found out what happened.

Jin Guangyao despised social events, he’d found.

It was one thing when it was something he’d planned himself, where the work was interesting enough to distract him, but when he was an honored guest for someone else…miserable. Utterly miserable.

The only thing more miserable was when the host was his erstwhile father, from whom he’d forcefully extracted recognition. With Wen Ruohan as his backer, indulging his favorite torturer as if a beloved pet, there wasn’t much Jin Guangshan could do to refuse, and neither could he force Jin Guangyao to do anything on his behalf, either. And so Jin Guangyao, sitting as always by Wen Ruohan’s side, right beneath his sons, was now an honored guest at his father’s house, getting offered his pick of prostitutes as if the man had no notion of the irony.

Maybe he didn’t. Jin Guangyao couldn’t quite tell if his father had just forgotten his origins, thinking his bastard son too unimportant to remember the details of, or whether it was meant as a deliberate insult – who could tell?

“Oh, right,” the simpering idiot in front of him, a nephew or cousin of some sort to the sect leader, said. “Our dear Jin Guangyao is known not to like the gentle flower queens, even when they come from the finest houses in Lanling. Isn’t that right, cousin?”

Jin Guangyao’s fists clenched. A deliberate insult, then.

Despite that, his face remained neutral. Instead, he chuckled and said, “The appeal is limited. After all, I have seen the best of them.”

Beside him, Wen Ruohan nodded and smirked. He appreciated Jin Guangyao’s devotion to his mother, though Jin Guangyao suspected it was because he thought it funny that Jin Guangyao would bother to honor such a lowly woman – but what he thought didn’t matter, not really. All that mattered was that he let Jin Guangyao pay his respects to her to his heart’s content.

“Well, you’re in luck!” the idiot Jin Zixun said, looking absurdly smug. “We have something of a different flavor than the usual tonight – we’ve invited entertainment from the local branch of Splendid Spring.”

Jin Guangyao barely managed to avoid rolling his eyes.

The Splendid Spring Palace was a series of brothels that had popped up fully formed just about everywhere some years back, with madams and girls and musicians and bodyguards of all sorts. It was so patently a political move that Jin Guangyao had barely bothered to pay attention to it once he’d become actually powerful, and Wen Ruohan hadn’t paid attention to it at all. After all, in the unlikely event that the business really was backed by a cultivation sect that didn’t care about its face any longer, anyone who needed to use such a façade to gather power was clearly beneath notice.

Jin Guangyao had paid only very little attention, but to different and unusual aspects of the place: by all accounts, they were surprisingly decent employers as far as places like that went. They didn’t steal girls or accept unwilling goods – they had some connection with the merchant caravans, or at least one of the companies that helped coordinate routes and provide protection to such things, and they were as meticulous about checking things over as they were about seeking refunds if they were dissatisfied – and they did accept married girls fleeing unhappy marriages, which not everyone did. They did buy up all the girls in the local markets wherever they were, but they swept them away and brought them back transformed, even the ones that wouldn’t sell because they were too ugly; Jin Guangyao assumed that meant they had people who were talented in make-up and clothing, since the usual rumors of the girls being blessed with a yao’s enchantment were obviously ridiculous and nothing more than the usual marketing gimmicks that brothels since time immemorial had tried.

Even once they had the girls in hand, the places were pretty decent: they had physicians on staff to help with the usual side effects of the business, made sure their girls were clean and healthy, and were said to even limit the number of customers a girl would be obliged to take on in a given evening…honestly, knowing as he did the brothel business, Jin Guangyao sometimes wondered how they’d managed to bespell enough people to even make money in the early days. At any rate, whatever they’d done, it’d worked, because by now they had a solid enough reputation to trade on.

In short: a decent enough place, far better than the usual run of the mill. Once he’d had the ability to do so, he’d even pulled a few strings and arranged for the better of his mother’s old compatriots to end up there, since he couldn’t convince them to leave their old professions behind entirely.

Anyway, if they also seemed to have a sideline in information brokering and assassinations, well, let them. In the cultivation world, where the only thing that mattered was strength, real strength.

A little thing like that wouldn’t make any real difference.

Or so Jin Guangyao had thought.

He found himself re-thinking that, though, when the entertainment in question came out. There were the usual set of attractive (albeit in a wider variety of shapes and sizes than usually seen) dancers, dressed up in silks that seemed actually high quality, and plenty of strapping young men carrying sabers – dancers as well, once assumed, to provide some spice to the entertainment, and implicitly on the offer for men who cut their sleeves or women with more flexibility, like widows or ones with especially permissive husbands. Wen Ruohan’s wives were in that latter category, and they were already whispering to each other excitedly, looking at them.

They’d even brought in the local madame, who was…

Well, she was actually breathtaking, even by Jin Guangyao’s extremely jaded standards. She had hair that fell almost all the way to her ankles, shimmering in the light, and dark eyes shining with liveliness, a smooth and ageless face that simultaneously suggested youth and health but also winked at knowable experience, the features characteristic of what his mother’s employers had called the ‘fox-face’. As if to emphasize that, the lady was wrapped in fox-fur and draped in embroidered brocade, with little stylized foxes running up and down the hems of her clothing and along the gazy silk draped on her shoulders.

It ought to have looked absurd, looked gaudy and overwrought and overdone, but it didn’t.

She was a thousand dreams of wealth and beauty and power and sex appeal all wrapped up in one, and even Jin Guangyao – who was in his personal preferences quite firmly a cutsleeve – couldn’t help but intrigued by her, wondering what it might be like to touch the hem of such a glorious creature.

And next to her…

The lady was accompanied by two men that seemed completely different from each other. One was a slender and winsome young man, fluttering his eyelashes from behind a fan with a charming smile, emanating the appeal of softness and weakness, ready to be indulged. While the other…

Jin Guangyao swallowed.

He was the exact opposite of the first man. Clearly strong, muscular and powerful, and tall to the point of towering, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, a chest that you could lean your head against and an ass that begged to have someone’s hands on it – and there were his hands, big and broad, perfect for holding someone down or up if they so wished and of a size that was very promising as to what was only hinted at under his clothes. His face was hidden behind a veil as if he were a woman, marking him, like his comrade, as one of the available courtesans of the Splendid Spring, but his body was visible under clothing clearly cut to put it to the best advantage.

And oh, what advantages it had…!

“It seems we found something to the tastes of dear cousin Guangyao after all,” the idiot said mockingly, sniggering and snorting like the pig he was, and for once Jin Guangyao didn’t even care.

“Who’s the woman in front?” Wen Ruohan asked, ignoring their interplay. He seemed utterly fascinated, almost spellbound, and Jin Guangyao couldn’t blame him one bit. If this woman had been at the same brothel as his mother, there wouldn’t have even been room for jealousy or shame; his mother would have gone straight up to her to ask for some tips. “She seems…familiar, somehow.”

“That’s the madame of the Splendid Spring,” Jin Zixun said proudly, as if he’d done anything at all in relation to this – nonsense, of course. Everyone know which brothels were backed by the Jin sect, and Splendid Spring wasn’t one of them. He was acting as if he deserve a pat on the back just for the introduction! “That means she’s not for sale.”

His smile faded a little, twisting in a small bit of bitterness. “Or so she told my uncle, anyway…although I’m sure if it were Sect Leader Wen asking, the answer would undoubtedly be different.”

Probably because Jin Guangshan couldn’t slaughter prostitutes with impunity if they said no to him, whereas no one could stop Wen Ruohan from doing any damn thing he pleased.

Wen Ruohan grunted, pleased by the answer – he was a possessive man, in the rare events that he did exert himself in the realm of women, and there had been more than one instance where he’d stolen away some girl his sons had been eyeing first just for the joy of having had her first – and raised a hand, catching the lady’s eye and gesturing for her to come over, which she did.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

She laughed. “You can call me Hu Jiuwei. With the ‘Hu’ being the character for fox.”

Jin Guangyao tried not to choke. There were false names and then there were false names – the lady’s theme was already clearly related to foxes, given her fox-face and fox-fur lining and the foxes embroidered onto her robes. Was the over-the-top name really necessary?

“It’s a fake name,” she added, unnecessarily.

“I see,” Wen Ruohan said, sounding a little choked himself. Possibly it was the woman calling herself ‘Foxy Ninetails’ and then kindly reassuring them all that the name was false as if she thought them too dumb to figure it out that was tripping him up a little. Jin Guangyao couldn’t tell if she was doing it deliberately in order to make her frankly inhuman beauty a little less frightening, or maybe she was blessed with so much beauty that she hadn’t bothered to cultivate her brain at all. “Are you our entertainment for the evening?”

She smiled, and any complaints Jin Guangyao (or indeed Wen Ruohan) might have had about her intelligence faded away at once.

It was that type of smile.

You could wreck nations with that type of smile. Jin Guangyao couldn’t help but wonder: how had a woman this extraordinary ended up in a brothel, of all places? How had no one snatched her up to keep her all for himself before now?

“My sons and I –” she gestured at the two behind her, “– would be more than happy to provide you with all the entertainment you could possibly want.”

Her smile widened.

“We’ve been hoping for an opportunity like this for a long time.”

#mdzs #nie mingjue #second madame nie #jin guangyao #wen ruohan #my fic #my fics #what does the fox say

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