#And as a general rule the spicier the better

[forestshadow-wolf]

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[whatsthekink]

Hi! A gal I've been fooling around with has a knifeplay kink and I keep procrastinating when researching it to make sure I'm not doing anything dangerous, so I figured I'd ask if you have any resources to throw my way in case I continue to procrastinate. For the record, the few times we've had a knife in bed it's been a dull pocket knife and I've been pointing the sharp side away from anything vital when it's nearby, figured those were the base safety things I should do.

oh boy, knifeplay is a whole bag of beans if you want resources it's generally never a bad idea to just punch "[kink] resources" or "[kink] guide" into your search engine of choice you will probably find a blog or two with valuable articles on the topic you're looking for you'll likely also find some helpful discussions on forums or reddit posts

would be better if you did that quickly, knife play is one of the spicier kinks and can get fairly dangerous if you handle it poorly (get it, handle?) i'll give you a list of my personal safety tips so you know what to look out for but remember that being informed is vital to BDSM, especially with the riskier kinks i mean it, inform yourself well

anyway, here's the list:

as a beginner, it's better to use something knife-like rather than a real knife so you can get a feel on how to handle such a scene first

if you really want to use an actual knife, make sure you use either a fixed blade (preferably a full tang knife so the blade can't wobble) or if you use a folding knife it absolutely must lock in place

if the blade doesn't lock it can hurt you and your partner unexpectedly

do NOT use a serrated or jagged blade, even an improperly dulled blade can be jagged and cause mean tissue damage if you use cuts during knifeplay/bloodplay

if you dull a knife you should know what you're doing, reason stated above

the shorter the blade the more control you have over it, so better go for a smaller knife (but also don't ever use a karambit or similar curved blades)

daggers or other double edged blades are dangerous and not worth the risk

ensure you are not in a compromised position when handling a knife. if one of you tumbles, slips or falls you risk having an accident

make sure you communicate how both of you act when a blade is involved first. if the bottom in the scene thrashes around too hard it could also cause issues

it's not a toy, don't wave it around

if you cut your partner out of their clothing, point the blade away from them (and watch your hands and face while doing so)

the knife should be dry when handled so make sure it's not covered in lube or bodily fluids. also make sure your hands aren't too sweaty to interfere with your grip

put the knife in a safe spot, preferably sheathed or otherwise covered, when it's not in use

you have to know how to treat both smaller wounds as well as larger/deeper ones and have all necessary materials for treatment at hand (doing a first aid course is always a good idea)

rule above is for both aftercare and in case of an accident, because: accidents can always happen. knifeplay with a real knife is never 100% safe

and finally: know when to seek medical attention

very deep wounds, jagged wounds, continuous bleeding after applying pressure for a while, any gaping wounds need proper treatment or you will regret it

wounds on head, face, hands, joints and genitals should be at least closely monitored if you don't seek professional aid immediately

stay safe, friend! -steve

#wtk answered #suggesteve

[sometimesrosy]

Heya Rosy, hope you’re doing well! Haven’t seen you around here much but I hope everything’s ok! It’s NaNo month, so… do you have any resources or tips to write intimate scenes? Not full smut but… smut. Thank you!

HI! It's nanowrimo also known (by me) as Writevember!

I have not been here much. So sorry. Nothing sinister. I'm just busy writing and painting and kidsing-- er raising kids, who are almost raised btw. And reading. I've been on threads a bit also, since there's a pretty good and supportive community of writers and artists and readers there. I'm rowenamurillo at threads if you want to join me. mention you're from tumblr if you want to or don't. you could probably just call me rosy since that name is mostly used here.

ANYWAY. Tips to write smut.

Listen. Writing smut is so hard for me. For a few reasons. One because you can psych yourself out thinking about how it's smut and somehow not the same as regular writing, which it is. Just writing.

Remember the rules of writing. Use those.

Writing smut is hard for me mostly because it's action. I struggle with action scenes.

Someone once told me to write smut (and action) as if I were describing choreography, because that's essentially what it is.

Another difficulty with writing smut is LANGUAGE.

You have to choose the language for the smut that is appropriate to the genre. For instance, I cannot write the words for smut here in this post because I feel constrained. They are NOT appropriate for the genre of "english teacher giving writing help" which is rated PG. So my suggestion is to pick some books of your chosen genre and spice level and check out the words they use during their smut scenes. There are some words that are generally seen as reliable workhorses and then there are some words that are creative and descriptive or metaphorical and can sometimes get a bit goofy. The simpler c*** c*** p**** d*** might actually be better than some of the overblown prose that has been known to be used. Clinical words are questionable unless the characters in question would use them. Remember to stay in character, don't have an earthy person use the clinical words or an innocent suddenly become foulmouthed (unless you're using that as a character point.) ANYWAY language should fit genre and character.

And then there's smut level. It's very important to pick your smut level, and there's some debate about what smut level is acceptable. Again, read books that you'd like to write like and see how explicit or how fade to black their spice is. A lot of romance will take a spicier level of smut, except for "sweet" or "clean" (don't really love that descriptor because it assumes sexy=dirty) where there really aren't sex scenes or "close door" or "fade to black" where there are characters having sex but you don't write those scenes, just assume them. But smutty scenes also have levels of explicitness. Some books have love scenes but the description is mild and focuses more on the emotions and connections and less on the 'money shot.' SOME smut is really smutty and spicy and is very descriptive of exactly what is happening. What goes where. The relative temperature, soft or hardness, colors, shapes, levels of moisture, sounds made by characters etcetera. The more detail, the smuttier it is.

AND THEN there's kink. Kink adds another level of smut, but it can be less descriptive or more so. You can just suggest kink, or you can show all the whips and chains and descriptive character.

Some books are ALL about the smut. In which case you can go crazy and give more attention to the sex scenes. Some smut serves instead to intensify the emotions and character development in which case you should connect all the smut back to those more emotional bits.

All in all, you should pick a spice level that YOU are comfortable with. Don't feel pressured to write XXX scenes when they make you uncomfortable. I myself prefer a mature level of smut which is medium spicy, but not outright adult movie star spicy. But in a non romance genre, I might also do a bit of fade to black because it's not about the spice. Unless I want it to be.

I hope this helps and didn't make it more confusing.

#nanowrimo #writing advice #writeblr #writing love scenes #writing spice

[ryuichirou]

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A bunch of shorter replies today! Starting with a question about commissions and a then slowly diving into shippy territory…

Anonymous asked:

question for the chibi commission

if we’re adding more characters and want them in color would that add to the price? like would it add to the $25 for more characters in color?

Yes, in general $40 is the base price and +$25 is for each additional character. So, a drawing of three chibi characters in full colour would be $90.

But if you have a large group of characters or a big set of chibis, the price will be calculated in a different way (depending on the specifics of the commission itself).

Thank you for your interest and sorry for the late reply!

Anonymous asked:

Hi, I sent a fanfic draft to my server concerning teenage romance (M-level stuff) and a member (abt 16) positively replied I'm "a responsible artist not exploiting the subject matter". Am I being unreasonable finding this response extremely backhanded? That I'm classy and restrained enough to get a pass from antis who'd otherwise harass me? I wanna ask you given your experience dealing with those kinds of folk.

Hi, Anon!

Honestly, this would’ve rubbed me the wrong way too, so I see what you mean. It really feels like it’s “you’re better than the rest of these freaks, but you’re still on thin ice”, as if your art only exists to get their approval. Still, I don’t want to put words into that person’s mouth though, who knows what they actually meant.

Our experience is that we just don’t deal with those kinds of folk. We avoid minors as much as we can because they tend to stick to this attitude of “well if you do it like this it’s okay, but don’t make it weird”. But it’s not exclusive to minors; we avoid adults who talk like that too. We just feel like it’s always the same thing: even if you try to be as unproblematic as possible, you’ll end up being their punching bag sooner or later, so is censoring yourself even worth it in the first place?

But this is how we feel about it as someone who doesn’t get this type of comments, Anon. We are on the other side of this situation, where they would tell us “Why does it have to be sexual?” “Why do you have to draw siblings like that, what about other characters?” “Why don’t you just ship him with someone his age?”

So yeah, even though that person technically complimented you, it does sound super condescending to us personally, as if they’re just patting you on your head for not breaking their arbitrary rules. Then again, if they’re a minor, the server is clearly a safe space for them, so maybe it’s not a good place to have this type of discussion… I wouldn’t really know.

We, based on our specific content and circumstances, decided not to waste our time trying to reason with them, but once again: I can’t know for sure what that person meant when they commented on your fic. I can only guess that if you were to write something spicier than M, they would act betrayed and disappointed, and that sucks. We just stick 18+ on literally anything we do also to get rid of the majority of toxic people, especially children.

For us, it’s easier to be a terrible person overall than to try and follow their constantly changing rules of what is acceptable and “a responsible way to portray something” – they’ll claim your passable content has been yucky all this time as soon as they want to be done with you.

I hope this makes sense…

Anonymous asked:

HELP HELP RYU YOUR TWEEL/IDIA ART IS SO GOOD!!!! I LOVE THE BLOOD ON THE TILE AAHHH!!!! i love how it goes in the grout, very real. very amazing. i've always liked seeing the flow of blood, it adds a good amount of realism (but not too much!!!) i stand with your katsu because those fish CANNOT go unfucked.

AHh thank you so so much, Anon!! I am so happy to hear that hehe! I’ve been trying to work on how I draw blood, so it’s amazing to hear that it looks good.

Katsu and you are people of culture and lovers of fish, and honestly this is beautiful. I am so proud and happy for you…

Anonymous asked:

Idia….why the freak are you falling like Mikan? I suppose next you’ll fall and end up with no pants and all tied up….

YES, EXACTLY LIKE MIKAN. Oh my god. This is because he’s been playing too many videogames, now moe fall physics affects him in real life. Whenever he falls, his pants magically disappear, and the rest of his body is… well.

Anonymous asked:

… I want to touch the butt….✋👁👄👁🤚

I want to hold the butt…👐

I’m assuming you mean Idia’s moe butt, and I that’s the case, go ahead and do it! Be careful though, the guard dog might bite you…

Anonymous asked:

Digging your Catherine AU. Any more art or headcanons?

Thank you so much, Anon! We had no idea anyone would like this AU when we first posted it hehe, I’m still very excited when people comment on it.

But unfortunately, I can’t give you anything new. As I stated before, it’s been quite a while since we’ve played the game, so we don’t have much thoughts or any new art for now :( We just wanted to convey a vague concept because we liked the idea of Azul being Katherine too much lol and then the rest of it just made sense.

Anonymous asked:

How do you think tsums have sex?

Passionately. Animalistically. Roundly….

We haven’t seen the tsum event yet, but I’m sure we’ll have more opinions about their reproductive system when we do lol For now I just think they jump on people (…I mean, other tsums, other tsums!) and rub against them violently until something happens. Do they even have genitalia?

#replies

[eldesperadont]

headcanons that nobody asked for about my wrestling blorbos under the cut hehoo 🌈

any character i like is queer and/or ND in my head lmao but heres a few people i have proper thoughts on

NJPW

Hiromu: autistic polyam king, neither cis or het, queer queer queer

El Desperado: dealt with self worth issues and depression since he debuted on the main roster, got better in the last few years tho :)

unfortunately in love with Hiromu - gender doesnt play a role in his attraction, not big on labels

Jay White: smug disaster gay, *slaps his head* this bad boy can fit so many mental issues in it, sooo insecure and masks it all till he can't anymore, calls himself King SWITCH so imma take that literal-

No but really i have a lot of thoughts about Jays motivations, in my reading he feels like the only way to make it in njpw as a gaijin is if you disregard the rules, fans and opinions of others - he's deeply afraid of everything he did to even be a wrestler having been pointless, he may cheat to get to his goal but a title is a title, the ultimate proof of his sacrifice having been worth it.

Juice Robinson: genuinely thought about giving up on wrestling, i don't buy his 'haha i tricked u all' explanation, he either reached out to BC or — the spicier take :)c — Jay reached out to him:

He knows how its like to be at rockbottom, feeling like everythings pointless. (his post WK15 promo) The guys Jay was in the dojo with were/are people he genuinely cared about (i could bring up counless examples), so he couldnt sit by and watch Juice throw his shot away

KENTA & Naito both gimme "bastard dad that constantly messes and jokes around but actually deals with a lot of depression and anxiety and whenever he (in the most unexpected moments) brings it up it gives you whiplash, feels like forbidden lore" vibes; they are very similar and i love them a lot, ive written about that before here

also Kenta and Shibata are bitter exes

ELP: bi adhd DUMBASS. with more depth than u would think, dreads all his sacrifice not paying off in the end, similar to Jay, thats generally my theme for Bullet Club, if these dudes weren't so toxic they could be a great support system for one another

Robbie Eagles: bi nerd with the worst taste in men lmao, Ospreay's his ex, him and ELP are whatever the hell they are, obsessed definitely - ive written about them a bit here and here

BUSHI: transmasc genderfluid dude :)

Miho Abe & ZSJ: are whatever makes you fall in love with the trash emperor, they both date TAICHI

Kota Ibushi: adhd/autistic mlm king. okay no but genuinely i have so many feelings about Ibushis struggle to fit in, to do as others expect of him, being the weird one - i can relate to that so much it makes me cry

LIJ group dynamic:

Shingo and Naito are bastard brothers that annoy each other on purpose, Sanadas the younger brother both get along with

Naito and Bushi are parental figures for Hiromu, based on Naito being Takahashis mentor and Hiromu literally describing Bushi with お母さん, mother.

Shingo is Hiromus loud scary uncle, Sanada is his cool quiet uncle

Naito and Bushi are married.

also a few aedub thoughts:

all of BCC is autistic.

Kingston has adhd.

HOOK is autistic, non verbal most of the time, uses sign language.

the whole roster's queer good for them good for them (except the ones i dont like.)

my Danhausen thoughts!

EDIT: i forgot Ricky, Ricky Starks is autistic

idk that's it, i dont have many HCs for aew so far lol

#last day of pride here's some gay shit #all kayfabe ofc #percht.txt #wrestling thoughts tm

[omniglitch-au]

To Diamondhead, Heatblast, Pesky Dust, and Swampfire:

Do you 4 have anything you like about humans and their vast cultures? Perhaps a favorite song, favorite movie, or favorite food? Whatever comes to your mind is fine.

"I am incapable of eating Earth-food. But I do like Jazz-music a lot and I've come to appreciate ice caves. They're quiet. I rarely get quiet in my day-to-day life."

"I'm a big fan of Nashville Hot Chicken! The spicier the better! Gotta keep this hot bod hot somehow. And about songs, I'm a real big fan of that one band, Fantasize Wyverns. They're great to rock out to at clubs. I don't watch movies all that much, but I do like the 'Objective Unachievable' movie series. Lotsa action and hot people, just how I like it!"

"There's lots of human food I like! But as a general rule of thumb when it comes to me you can never go wrong with syrup. I'm not that picky about music, but I do enjoy the songs of tha one human guy, Peculiar Allen. They're all so weird! And movies? Hmmm, I always liked the first three 'Bad Dream on Ash Tree Avenue' movies. The series goes kiinda downhill after that."

"I eat nutrients straight from the earth and CO2 straight outta the air around me, so I'm not really an expert on Earth food. But Earth's got some really great nature reservoirs to visit. Good places to practice my powers. I'd have to say my favorite movie's probably 'Small Boutique of Nightmares'. Great musical numbers!"

#omniglitch au #diamondhead #heatblast #pesky dust #swampfire

[butchybats]

🍊 🥭 🍍 🍋!

🍊 - Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more?

Guillermo de la cruz!! I only have two fics with him rn, one that I'm really proud of and the other that I've been meaning to edit and update. He's so fun to write for and I've actually been spinning an idea in my mind that I wanna try to get out before the new season airs.

🥭 - Rank from most enjoyable/fun to write to least: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Crack.

Smut (which I think is obvious from my works hghg) 2. Fluff! I really need to write more fluff 3. Crack, I haven't done any but I have such a silly idea for a tvc and tlb crossover 4. Angst. I will not touch it with a ten foot pole I get too easily sad for that!!!

🍍- What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

Rule 63 AUs are genuinely my favorite thing ever I eat that shit up!!!! I also enjoy other media AUs if that makes sense? Like I have a draft about a hocus pocus AU for tlb that I think is really cool. However, I am genuinely such a hater when it comes to AUs that I don't like. I don't like human or modern AUs (with some exceptions, but 95% of the time they're not my thing) I hate high school and college AUs, there's more but I'm feel mean saying them so hghg

🍋 - What’s your favorite spicier trope to write?

Where would I be without my best friends biting and blood drinking? If I ever write an M or E vampire fic without those tags then assume that something has happened to me <3 When they get turned on or cum from it?? It doesn't get better than that. Also finger sucking makes me insane I like to include that whenever possible hghg

Send me fruit writing asks!!

#ty this was so fun hehe #michael 🍑 #<- there’s no apricot emoji :( #bat notes

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Now to roast Paldea and Kitakami before Sylveon does!(spoilers for people who are buying the entire dlc on Christmas and want to go in blind)

Sprigatito: There are two main sides of sprigatito fans, the rule 34 side and the 4/20 side.

Floragato: Why did you ditch the yo-yo when you evolved, that just makes it pointless!

Meowscarada: The delphox for cat lovers.

Fuecoco: You can join slowpoke in the "No thoughts, head empty" club.

Crocalor: So was the sombrero just a phase!?

Skeledirge: I would have no idea you were a singer if it wasn't for your signature move.

Quaxly: The Donald Duck pokemon.

Quaxwell: You're name is literally Maxwell with a qu instead of an m!

Quaquaval: I know it's 2023 and straight men can present themselves as flamboyant as they want, but this is literally just a gay version of blaziken!

Lechonk: Mmmm bacon....

Oinkolonge: Is this supposed to be the phrase "putting lipstick on a pig" given physical form?

Tarountula: With all that silk on your back, you're basically a walking yarn ball!

Spidops: This is based on the creepiest looking spider, arachnophobes beware...

Nymble: They're a bit more forgettable compared to many other bug pokemon.

Lokix: I really wish that the first bug/Dark pokemon would've been more interesting.

Pawmi: The first pikaclone to evolve, it only took us two decades after pikaclones were introduced.

Pawmo: My roasts about electrode, but with the name placements swapped.

Pawmot: You're only known for being Nemona's signature pokemon.

Tandemaus and Maushold: The first pokemon to canonically have s€x.

Fidough: Butter dog, the dog with the butter.

Dachsbun: Gamefreak, are you never gonna give us a fire/fairy type!?

Smoliv: What can I say about it other than it's smol?

Doliv: If you find this hot, turn yourself into the police.

Arboliva: "Then I saw her face, now I'm Arboliva!"(I'm sorry for that crappy joke)

Squawkabilly: Introducing, Chatot 2.0! Comes in four different flavors, blueberry, sour apple, lemon, and vanilla.

Nacil, Naclstack, and Garganacl: "Insert Minecraft joke here"

Charcadet: It's just a child.

Armarouge: Megamen but red.

Ceruledge: The edgy Armarouge.

Tadbulb: Who put a tadpole in a lightbulb!?

Bellibolt: You'd think with how much Iono hyped this pokemon up that it would be her signature pokemon, but no.

Wattrel and Kilowattrel: The better wingull and Peliper.(I feel like a lot of people want me dead now)

Maschiff: It's dex entry speaks for itself.

Mabosstiff: I can't roast a pokemon Arven loves dearly and jumped through so many hoops to keep alive.

Shroodle: It barley looks anything like the pokemon it evolves into!

Grafaiai: it's a spray paint gremlin.

Bramblin and Brambelghast: Someone round them up before they accidentally ravage Paldea to a wasteland!

Toedscool: I used to hate it until I saw it run with its feet tentacles.(it's so funny)

Toedscreul: It's just as cruel as the pokemon it's based on.

Klawf: I'm so happy that everyone gets to eat the crab this time.

Capsakid: The fact that people use its teeth for cooking makes me uncomfortable.

Scovillan: Why does the green head use fire moves when it's red peppers that are spicier?

Rellor: It's a dung beetle with the face of a proboscis monkey, need I say more?

Rabsca: So is the ball it carries its baby or it's soul, it seems like the pokedex can't make up its mind.

Flittle: This thing looks like candy.

Espathra: The Lady Gaga pokemon.

Tinkatink, Tinkatuff, and Tinkaton: Someone call steel type protective services!

Wiglett: It's a goofy eel!

Wugtrio: They look like hotdogs.

Bombirder: This is definitely a dark twist on the baby delivering stork.

Finizen: Finally, after eight generations, we have a dolphin pokemon.

Palafin: It's ironic that the dolphin pokemon is a hero when real life dolphins are evil.

Varoom and Revavroom: Is the first poison/steel types being egines supposed to be a social commentary on how gas cars are bad for the environment?

Cyclizar: Behold, lizard bike!

Orthworm: How can I roast orthworm when it is such derp baby?

Glimmet: It looks like a certain type of plug.

Glimmora: Why was this Geeta's ace instead of kingambit!?

Grevard: This dog is cute yet terrifying at the same time.

Houndstone: The "why isn't this a rock type" pokemon.

Flamigo: I know the design isn't really creative, but I'm glad we finally got a flamingo pokemon.(I've been wanting one ever since I saw a fake leak of an flamingo based Alolan dodrio.)

Cetoddle: It's a baby whale, I can't roast that.

Cetitan: Looks way stronger than it actually is.

Vuluza: Leave me alone, damn you!

Dondozo: This is just wishcash on steroids.

Tatsugiri: Mmmm sushi....

Annihilape: Poor primape, no one cared about it until it died.

Clodsire: It looks like an éclair.

Dudunsparce: The joke evolution dunsparce deserved.

Kingambit: Why is this pokemon thicc!?

Great Tusk: This pokemon is a badass mammoth, what's there to make fun of!?

Scream Tail: The second shiny I've ever failed.(I thought the regular had red eyes)

Brute Bonnet: Why does it have three legs?

Flutter Mane: You're not a paradox pokemon, you're just a misdreavus with crazier hair, don't lie.

Slither Wing: This is actually a really cool design.

Sandy Shocks: This past paradox makes the least amount of sense!(that's probably the point though)

Iron Threads: It's clear which version had more thought put into their paradox designs.

Iron Bundle: Is this supposed to be a social commentary about how fake and consumeristic Christmas has become?

Iron Hands: "Alright, Pinhead. You're time is up"

Iron Jungulis: Is that even a word!?

Iron Moth and Iron Thorns: It's just Mothra and Mecha Godzilla.

Frigibax, Arctibax, and Baxcalibur: These are all just icy Godzillas!

Gimmigoul: This has got to be one of the most annoying pokemon to evolve!

Gholdengo: It looks like a mascot for string cheese.

Wo-Chien: This is the third grass/dark type in this game!

Chien-Pao: It has the least realistic design out of the four.(But they're still my favorite)

Ting-Lu: I've heard of pinhead but I've never heard of domehead!

Chi-Yu: How are you able to see if you have beads for eyes?

Roaring Moon: This is just an improved redesign of mega salamance.

Iron Valiant: The only future paradox worth catching outside of completing the pokedex.

Koraidon and Miraidon: So Arven's parents, were these pokemon worth dying over!?

Walking Wake and Iron Leaves: So what will you choose? An awesome and ferocious water dragon beast, or a robotic deer thing?

Dipplin: Mmmm caramel apple....

poltchageist: As sadistic as most other ghost types.

Sinistcha: Tis just proves that the ghost type is actually the evil type and not the dark type.

Okidogi: Literally just a green buff doge.

Munkidori: The new ugliest psychic type.

Fezandipiti: Damn, look at those eyelashes!

Ogrepon: She killed the loyal three just because they stole her masks, I don't think that's a proportional punishment.(J.K I know she didn't kill them on purpose)

Blood Moon Ursaluna: It's a zombie bear.(not really)

Raging Bolt: "It's a giraffe!"

Iron Crown: Definatly boring when compared to raging bolt.

Archladon: Ah yes, buildings definitely evolve into bridges.

Terapagos: This pokemon looks terrible without its makeup.

(How do you like that, Sylveon!? I roasted Paldea and Kitakami before you!)

#Pokemon #scarlet and violet #paldea #roasted #sylveon #nintendo #game freak

[sugxrslushy]

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Meet your dealer...!

Hello, I will be your dealer for this event celebrating 300 followers! You can call me Maxx. Here’s you chance to try your chances, love is a tricky game so you might need luck on your side for this event. So keep your fingers crossed and eyes on the prize

As the dealer you might need me to explain some things. This is randomized event with different decks for you to pick from. To put it simply...

♢ Give me a character, I’ll only accept one but you can give me ones to choose from

♤ Pick a deck, would you like a sweet little drabble from the fluff deck? or a sinful one from the NSFW deck? maybe even break your heart by picking from the angst deck

♡ Send in your ask! And please be mindful of my general blog rules

♧ Wait and see how your luck plays out! Will you get what you want or an even better surprise?

Fluff Deck (20 cards)

Includes the hearts and clubs! Pick from this deck if your heart desires something sweet, you’re always promised something to warm your heart and brighten your day...

N/SFW Deck (20 cards)

Includes the diamonds and spades! If you’re in the mood for something spicy this deck may be more of your taste. Ranges from sweet to even spicier prompts, so give it a try if you’d like...

Angst Deck (12 cards)

Includes kings, queens and jacks! Looking for some heartbreak and sadness? Need to shed a tear? This deck will make up for all you angsty needs, but beware what it may truly hold...

*each deck has one joker card, if this is pulled then it’s dealers choice

Additional Info

For the nsfw deck I just need people to be aware of two things:

These are dialogue prompts so the scenario is based on those! But if there’s anything you’d like me to be aware of so that you’re comfortable with what I write lmk!

Please specify whether the reader or chosen character is the dom/sub, some of the prompts are dependent on this and I’d like to tailor them in a way that makes the requester comfortable

There’s no limit on requests, if you don’t like the prompt you get give it another try. Please don’t get upset about it and don’t spam!

Be nice as always, politeness means a lot! I will try my best to get around to asks asap

the event is open till Jan 9th at 10:00 pm EST

Anymore questions? Ask the dealer!

#one piece #one piece x reader #wildcard event

[onbeinganangel]

last line game

i was meant to be editing a fic earlier but put this together instead!

this should be interesting when compared to the first lines i posted a few days ago (here if you wanna have a little snoop) and also just in general because I wrote a lot of open endings i’m not particularly fond of for kinkuary, which will be most of these😂

thank you for tagging me @shealwaysreads @the-starryknight @tackytigerfic and @peachpety ✨💛

here we go:

1) heavy (drarry, 6.5k, E): And Draco thinks, sod his “no words before tea“ rule, and whispers back, “I love you, too.”

2) watch (pansy/ron/viktor, 1k, E): Watch them grapple with the need to come, the need to be let out of their confinement and the desire to watch the other fall apart, knowing that, at the end of the day, she’s the one with the power to take it all away.

3) sharp (george/angelina, ~500, E): And he doesn’t know what comes first — the intuition, the knowledge that it’s about to happen or the familiar feeling of her warm breath over his cock, but he closes his eyes and lets her attention wash over him.

4) yours (pansy/percy, ~900, E): Percy thinks “Thank Merlin for Witch Weekly interrupting the Ministry’s workday for weeks on end. A gift basket may be in order.”

5) sweat (blairon, 1.4k, E): “It’s more fun this way.”

6) reach (draco/james/teddy, 1.4k, E): He lets himself be manhandled, positioned, kissed, touched, fucked, loved, and knows that he could have never asked anyone for this but Draco and Teddy.

7) clean (romione, 1k, E): Maybe in a couple of hours she’ll remember the headache that plagued her when she first woke up, and think about magic that isn’t magic and how some things just work.

8) shake (ginny/tonks, 1.1k, E): And when she asks so nicely, what else is Ginny meant to do?

9) beast (ronarry, 1.1k, E): “Yeah, why not?”

10) water (pansmione, 1k, E): And with a tight pull at the leash, Pansy licks her lips and gets to work.

11) concerned, worried, desperate (drarry, ~300, M): Draco knows not to get his hopes up.

12) slide (bill/draco, 1.5k, E): Before he gathers the courage to ask if round two should happen at his or Bill’s, he feels the pull of Apparition, and starts feeling hot at the idea of taking his sweet time with him.

13) start (blaise/ginny, fred/lee, 1.3k, E): As usual, the night will pass in a blur, but he knows that whatever desires are left unfulfilled will be dealt with another night.

14) honey (parlavender, 2.3k, E): Lavender laughs, but it quickly turns into a half-groan, half-growl when Parvati kisses her neck and asks, “can I eat you out under your desk?”

15) night (deamus, 1k, E): “I dunno. Could stay for a while, really,” Seamus replies with a smile.

16) storm (wolfstar, 2.7k, E): “Yeah, let’s do that,” he says, and lets Moony pull him into his bedroom.

17) faith (draco/james, 1.3k, E): He feels Draco’s lips stretch into a smile against his forehead.

18) chase (jegulus, 1k, E): They can never get enough of each other.

19) Misfortune’s Bitter Storms (bill/fleur/tonks, 5.6k, E): Next time Sirius walks past Bill in one of the first floor corridors, Bill gets a nod and a wink and he could swear Sirius mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like “lucky dog” under his breath.

20) still (perciver, 1.3k, E): He bats Percy’s hand away and wraps his own broom-calloused hand around Percy’s cock and strokes in time with his thrusts and tries not to think too hard about the fact maybe he wants to keep Percy around for good.

Well, what have we learned? We have first and foremost learned that my last lines are a lot spicier than my first lines! Generally speaking, I liked all my first lines. I don't necessarily love a lot of these last lines, if I'm being honest.

Mostly because some of my kinkuary stuff is just a bite sized bit of smut and a lot of it has open endings and whatnot and some feel a little unfinished to me when out of context like this! I can't find patterns as clear as I did with my first lines. A lot of these are LONG, but lots are short and punchy too! There's more dialogue as a last line too and I barely had any as a first line, so that's interesting.

All in all, there's a better range here than there was with the first lines. If I had to pick favourites it would be between 19 because it's just funny aaaaand 18 because it really encapsulates all the bitter feelings of that relationship/fic.

I shall tag @graymatters @davonysus @crimsonhead-ache @jackvbriefs and @ohdrarry ✨

#tag game #m writes

[tosikoarts]

SFW Alphabet | Usami Tokishige

🎵 This may become a little brutal If I'm honest but It's any-anything for you my dear, I promise 🎶 You can figure our what I was listening to while writing this piece. Anyway, hope you’ll like it, anon!  You can check tosikowrites tag for more.  Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

The fact that Usami fell in love and now can’t shut up about them is not that surprising since the soldiers of the 7th Division have already witnessed his unhealthy obsession with the First Lieutenant. The dangerous aura of infinite adoration he carries does not bother others as much as well, maybe, because now his cursed energy has more output options, you know? It is not concentrated on one person and seems not so intense. Seems.

No matter how wild his fantasy runs, Usami behaves himself in their presence. Of course, his nerves are as taut as a rope since if he loosens up his attention he may not contain his passion…Chooses words carefully so as not to push them away and comes across as a lovely bubbly young man with the cutest smile! Even sitting in silence together is special. Usami can’t quit staring at them, they are so majestic!

He wants to follow them everywhere. Eat together, go on morning walks together, sleep together. Usami is a human version of burdock that will either quite by accident bump into his crush every other day or shamelessly ask them if they will be in this specific place or if they want to go there with him.

Personal boundaries? Don’t know her. As soon as his loved one gives him green light, Usami’s hands are all over the place. If he isn’t pinching their pink cheeks then he is patting their head. If he isn’t patting their head, he might be squeezing their ass. Usami is all about physical affection in every possible way, and it is extremely important for him to touch his partner. He might even lose it when they put a hand on his knee or take him by the hand, leave alone anything spicier.

Usami will end anyone who steps between him and his loved one. For him this is a cut-throat axiom, it is as natural as breathing, and it should be obvious to the surrounding. Anyone who wants to separate them automatically signs their own death sentence that will be carried out immediately by Usami himself.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

To be friends with the rabid Superior Private, you have to be a mad lad with no moral compass (the questionable moral compass is ok too) just like him or be a literal angel with the patience of a sage and a heart of gold to deal with the chaos Usami brings into your life. Also, this person has to have impeccable reflexes just in case he decides to cut this friendship off. Takagi Tomoharu didn’t and where is he now?

With such a friend, nothing is scary. Friendship with Usami provides invulnerability in situations where an ordinary person would think twice. In addition to that, Tokishige doesn’t really look for troubles and prefers to spend time like a real hedonist: red-light district workers know his preferences very well, the owner in his favorite diner always meets him with a question “the usual?”, and Usami knows places to hang around in general. His friend gets to experience life delights with him as well.

He needs so much attention! If it was up to him, Usami would spend at least an hour every day with them even when they have already talked about every single thing in the world. Everyday chats about nothing are cool, mutual flattery is appreciated. These points lead to Usami being overly possessive: if his best friend suddenly starts spending more time with someone else, he will definitely take action against this stumbling block.

Demands that his friend to follow the “the enemy of my friend is my enemy” rule. They are obligated to get embittered at Ogata. No, Usami doesn’t explain why, they just have to.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Usami has restless ass syndrome. It’s like restless legs syndrome but with ass: he can’t sit still for more than 15 minutes. Cuddles do not last longer than that and often progress into steamy making out. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to cuddle though. Usami prefers to do it while leaving some space for moving so the leg hug is just perfect. Any other position including classical spooning feels like a rabbit trap.

If his partner is bigger than he is, Usami will definitely lie on their chest with legs wiggling up in the air. First of all, now he can see their lovable face, and second of all, he is on top which means being in control.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Eeeh. Does he want to settle down? No, not really. Let’s say, there was no reason for him to think about settling down but even if there was, Usami would aggressively shake his head in negation. He is, just like Koito, too young to plan a quiet family life, and, at the moment, living on the wheels without thinking up ahead seems much more exciting than being chained to one place with one person. In his head, things are kind of overexaggerated but the answer to the question is still no for the next 10 years for sure.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It is highly unlikely that Usami will break up with his partner in a proper manner. Self-deprecating comments and taking the blame for a failed relationship have no place in his explanation if he even decides to talk about it. Most likely Usami will leave them as spontaneously and unexpectedly as he popped up in their life in the first place: hops on a horse, gives them short indifferent look over the shoulder, and fades into the darkness of the night to never be seen again. Maybe, it’s for the better since Usami doesn’t have to face the fact he has nothing to say. Well, he chooses to be silent since crushing them with disinterest that makes the kid throw the old toy into the toybox doesn’t please him either. No check-ups, no letters, no “let’s stay friends”.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Avoids this question to the last minute because he is too young to commit and jump into family life. Usami reminds me of the type of person who wants to experiment in youth so that in old age he would not regret missing exciting opportunities. There is not a chance he will propose until he comes to the conclusion that he has already seen and experienced the most impressive stuff. So, maybe, from 7 to 10 years? Most definitely feels neutral about having an affair or two since he has a pretty lenient conscience.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally? Absolute emptiness with, perhaps, distorted memories of family love arising here and there. His feelings are strong, aggressive, filled with preceding excitement before the upcoming fun. Calm states of mind such as serenity, clarity, boundless love are too underwhelming for Usami. Wouldn’t call him gentle in the physical sense either: life is motion, and he has to move or do something, anything to feel alive, and impatience makes his moves rough and harsh. Even in a gentle embrace, it seems that he squeezes his loved one to their ribs cracking. He kisses them out until they want to slip out of his hands like a gasping fish. They may like it, they may not, but Usami doesn’t loosen his love grip and remains a (little) wild in the relationship.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Usami hugs them at the most unexpected moments, takes them by storm to squeeze the hell out of them. Perhaps these are his favorite ones, to pick them up high and spin, leaving their legs tingling in the air like a ragdoll.

His hands never stay in one place. Feeling their warm body under the fingertips is indescribable pleasure so Usami gives himself free rein to rub their back, squeeze their sides, press them to his chest, and nuzzle into their neck. He may bite them as well.

Can’t stand to be hugged when he is obviously busy to the point where Usami can kinda gently push them away but sees no problem when he does the same to his partner. Believes that everything can be forgiven for his big puppy eyes (and other particular qualities).

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Casually says it on like the second day of official dating over the cup of tea. Hard to say if he is for real so confident in his feelings or if he does it to check their reaction but nevertheless. Usami looks his loved one right in the eyes with undisguised beaming complacency, and his confession is short, definite, and unobjectionable. Propping his chin with his pale hands, he immediately returns to the casual conversation and keeps going joyfully about whatever on his mind like Usami didn’t just murmur how he is in love with them forever and for ever. After that, he is elated. Confession is a kind of seal of belonging to him, consent of another person is optional, it doesn't matter at all, all that does it that they are his and he is theirs.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

This shit is scary for everybody involved. Usami doesn’t get jealous per se but he has a strong feeling of having his loved one in his possession. Should someone try to covet his partner as hell breaks loose: regardless of who exactly was the initiator, - his loved one or another person, - Usami immediately takes action. In his mind, his partner can’t be guilty of infidelity, they were simply coerced into foul play and have to be taught how to recognize such a thing, they are innocent. This awful other person is different though, they are the ones who need to be taught some manners.

To start a fight Usami needs one dirty look, one carelessly thrown word. This is just an excuse to allow himself to take out all the anger on the poor soul. If Koito likes to gab hours on end but secretly hoping to avoid getting physical, Usami sees talking as a waste of time. Of course, if one fight is not enough, then Usami can go in for murder.

After the accident, he acts a lot rougher with his partner forcing them deeper into submission. To maintain ego and control and to be sure that they know their place, Usami needs praise, persuasion, and tons of physical affection.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Loves the concept of kissing, loves to kiss, and to be kissed. Sees every kiss as a personal signature but also, on another level, rewarding pastime so Usami is all about steamy make-out sessions. He is eager and rough, oftentimes marks his partner in visible areas with not only bright hickeys but with straight out bites. The look of dark crescents from his teeth scattering on their delicate neck turns Usami on like nothing else.

Likes to be kissed all over the body, would prefer them to be as rough though since casual soft kisses don’t really set a mood for him. The same goes for them, Usami won’t leave a spot unkissed on their body. Has a thing for the neck, wrists, and insides of the thighs.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Don’t let him around kids because it seems like Usami is good at it but in reality, he just builds up an army of naughty children to throw eggs at the neighbor's door. He like a devil coerces the goody angel into a mini-revolution under the nose of parents without offering any candy. Give this man a free hand, remove Tsurumi from his life, and you’ll see Usami growing into a cult leader. So, yes, he is pretty good with children older than like 5-6 years old, can’t do shit with babies younger than that. Usami hasn’t thought about being a father himself because beyond pranks and fun he knows absolutely nothing, zero, nada about raising children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Incredibly active and varied if Usami managed to fall asleep before midnight the day before. He unceremoniously wakes his partner up either covering their face with kisses or pulling the blanket off them or starting a pillow fight. Expects his loved one to rise and shine without spending an hour just sitting here with an empty stare in the void.

Even when Usami collapses in the bed at dawn, it is possible that he will accidentally wake them up with a sweeping elbow blow to the nose. During the cold season, his partner should be ready to wake up trembling without a blanket. This bastard steals it every other night.

It is rare to see Usami cooking or doing anything useful at all in the house in the morning. He prefers to wander around while his partner lays the table and talk out loud to himself.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Unpredictable. He may get lost for an evening, come back with no explanation (we all know he was up to no good), and crash next to them with a smug smile. Other nights Usami can’t leave them alone: it feels like it is vital for him to fiddle with their fingers, play with their hair, pull them into a tight hug. The maximum relaxation effect is achieved with a couple of bitter sake shots drunk before meals.

Sleeping. Nobody canceled messed up sleeping schedule (check out the last letter of the alphabet) so Usami may have to make up for it by going to bed as early as 8 p.m.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Opens up slowly but doesn't pay much attention to what exactly he is saying. Everything that has happened to the present moment is already history so Usami treats it as such. What once pleased or upset him does not evoke any strong emotions now and he easily reveals his past to the loved one. Usami, of course, avoids mentioning the murder of his friend but with a partner who very clearly shows their loyalty, he will not hesitate to describe how much it turned him inside out and changed him, opening doors to the darkest corners of his soul. In return, Usami asks his loved one tons of questions from favorite color to a relationship with their mother, feeling free to ask the most intrusive ones.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is in the state of the boiling kettle 24/7, ready to whistle for any given reason. Not that he is that angry, but definitely in an unstable state of mind. When he gets pissed off, Usami doesn't change in the face, except that his smile can get even wider baring sharp small teeth. In most cases, other people have to restrain his anger so the military does a good job at keeping Superior Private in check with an iron fist out of battles and letting him go wild when the situation requires it.

In the relationship, Usami teeters on the brink just like the outside of it but his reactions to upsetting situations are milder and are easily resolved by sublimating desire to destroy into intense workout, make out, etc. He is easy to blow out but he tries really hard to do not harm his loved one.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

There is a whole room in his mind palace to store volumes of information about the loved one. Usami thrives on discovering different aspects of his partner’s personality in deep conversations and in characteristic behavior that he enjoys so much to observe. Therefore, nothing goes unnoticed.

Perfectly navigates the tone of their voice: Usami knows exactly how their sadness sounds when they try to veil it with cheerful words and when to step back when they rise their voice in a fit of anger. Awfully useful with a person who has a hard time communicating and/or expects others to understand them just like that.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He doesn’t have a favorite one. All meaningful moments like the first meeting, first kiss, other first times occupy equally important places in his heart so if asked Usami will murmur how every second with them is unthinkably precious and he can’t pick just one!

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Ready to faithfully protect his partner in the most dangerous situations. It is obvious, isn’t it? Usami will cover them like a shield on the battlefield, but most of the time he prefers to eliminate the source of danger: thanks to a state of perpetual alert and intense adrenaline rush, he can ignore multiple injuries for hours while shooting off foes. Usami lacks the voice of reason so he tends to overreact when it is completely out of place.

Oh, Usami doesn’t let anybody touch his loved one. As soon as he sees a hand reaching to them, he reflexively grabs it if not twists it with excessive force. Strangers understand they should not mess with Usami from his piercing look but there is always a fool who tempts fate in vain.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Not that much. He doesn't bother planning dates and gifts but sometimes there are moments of enlightenment that make Usami sit down and think about how to impress his loved one in a good way. Most of the time he prefers spontaneity to foresight since in his mind whatever is fun to him will work for them too.

Anniversaries are the dates when Usami is all sweetness and light: he runs around his loved one ready to bend over backward for their enjoyment. Seriously, he is ready to be used as a footrest for the whole day if it’s what they want.

Slacks on everyday tasks though, he is great at avoiding daily chores under the stupidest pretext.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I won't even start talking about how unhinged he is, you should have had figured it out by now. I just have to mention again that this is an integral personality trait and Usami cannot physically change it. Take it or leave it. He is not forcing anybody to participate in his violent misadventures but he won’t tolerate attempts to stop them.

Control freak, Usami thinks he owns a person when in the relationship. He quite seriously believes that he is in control of their life and can decide whether they can or cannot do particular things. Of course, if they do not act in accordance with Usami’s wishes, they will be punished to prevent further misbehavior.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Usami’s skin is naturally silky and he likes to keep it this way despite the harsh weather conditions. Nobody knows if he is using any creams or other cosmetics but the fact remains: his face is almost baby-like soft. Also, running men tattoos fade quickly due to their location so Usami has to renew them quite often. He does it with enviable regularity and forbids everyone (except his partner and First Lieutenant) to touch his cheeks. His clothes are in fair condition as well as his shoes. Usami wears his clothes neatly, and never wears them off to the holes and patches.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

All attempts to break up with Usami end with his theatrical chuckle and short “good joke, darling”: they are not going anywhere until he allows them to do so. The more times his partner brings this dumb question up, the angrier he gets, barely hiding it behind biting his lips. By the time his patience bursts, Usami has already come up with a plan to keep them by his side, voluntarily or compulsorily. If they decide to leave him because they didn’t get enough attention and affection, Usami will try to fulfill their every whim. If they express their concerns regarding his behavior, Usami will learn how to hide unsightly features better. All in all, he is not going to let them go just because they want to. It seems that the risk of ending on the side of the road gives him even more fervor to fight for their love.

The only thing that remains for his loved one is to leave Usami with no farewell letter left behind. Otherwise, they risk gaining a stalker with military experience under his belt. Not the best combination if you ask me.

If they were killed, Usami one hundred percent will find their murderer and tear them apart. Literally. He snaps, he is not going to hold back any longer.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Must be an obvious one but Usami is a kinky bastard. He tries such things to which no adequate person would agree or if they did it is unlikely that they would tell anyone about it. This applies not only to sexual behavior, he is eccentric in general, he is not held back by social rules and limits of decency. Usami would set few things on fire just to see how long it takes each to burn to the crisps. Sucks fingers and toes. I don’t know, he does everything you are kind of uncomfortable to do. Might fuck around and start another war idk.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Can’t handle boring people. Looking at what he considers “boring” people tells that it includes people with no character, withdrawn from society and recent events, silly and predictable ones. First, most likely they would not interact with Usami considering how unhinged he is. He is more trouble than he is worth, you know. And secondly, Usami doesn’t notice them in the crowd. If his loved one happens to be too boring, he will leave them, sooner or later.

Anyone standing between him and First Lieutenant can forget about any relationship with Usami. It is impossible. The gears in his head are spinning like crazy to come up with a perfect plan and get away with their murder. No hard feelings, but Usami’s obsession with Tsurumi isn’t going anywhere, and the only scenario he can agree with is dating someone who if doesn’t support it then at least doesn’t try to ward him off of it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

His sleep schedule is an absolute mess with no hint of changing in the future. First of all, Usami sleeps 4-6 hours per day, can’t sleep during the day so he doesn’t take naps and doesn’t nodes off. At the same time, these short hours of sleep do not stick to night time only: sometimes Usami decides to go to bed at 3 a.m. still full of energy, other days he crawls under the blanket at 6 p.m. exhausted to the point of collapsing. He never complains about sleep, sees almost acid-trippy dreams a few times a month, and not even once had to take a pill to fall asleep.

Sleeps like a dead man with limbs entwined around his loved one. His lips break into a sweet smile as Usami throws a leg over their body and presses himself closer. He looks so peaceful you’d never think this man can bite your hand and throw you out of the window uwu.

#golden kamuy #golden kamuy headcanon #golden kamuy imagine #Usami Tokishige #tosikowrites

[kyber-queen]

Like Real People Do (Rex x Reader) Pt. 4

Summary: Jedi!reader and Rex fall in love but are separated by the war. They meet again two years later, weeks before the Siege of Mandalore. This chapter picks up right after Rex and Reader get back on the star destroyer after their mission. Anakin and reader are chaotic. Rex has so many emotions. 

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Rex makes one (1) innuendo, mentions of alcohol, implied sexual content, mentions of death

Author’s Note: Rex and reader finally get their reunion!! This chapter was definitely more ~fun~ so I hope you enjoy!! I was debating whether or not to get a bit ~spicier~, lmk if that’s something you would b interested in as like a bonus chapter or something !! This is pt. 4 out of 7 btw!!

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Rex was seven different levels of anxious. He had made it back onto the star destroyer with little incident, taking a pod with his men in lieu of the officers. He still wasn’t entirely sure whether or not Jedi could read minds, but he was certain that Skywalker would take one look at him and be able to tell exactly what happened behind that tank. Rex took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders. He had made it back safely, he was in the clear, he had nothing to worry abou—

“Rex, we need to talk,”.

Fuck.

Skywalker stood directly in front of Rex, arms crossed. He seemed to take up half the hallway—did he look upset, or was that just Rex’s imagination? Rex swallowed thickly.

“Of course, sir. What did you want to talk about?” Rex was doing his very best to play it cool, but his heart was set to leap out of his chest. Did he know?

“I saw you and the Commander today, and I gotta say, I’m disappointed,”.

He knew. Rex’s face grew sallow, and his eyes widened.

“Sir, it’s not what you think, I—”

Skywalker chuckled at Rex’s panicked reaction.

“Rex, you’re fine. I just wish you would have shown me some of the moves you two did,”.

Huh?

“So this is about—”

“The lightsaber-blaster switch thing. Where did you two learn to do that, anyway?”

Rex breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t know.

“We completed additional training on Coruscant together. The Commander was stationed with my squad, and, well, we ended up working together pretty well,”. That’s an understatement.

“You’re teaching me all of your secret moves with the Commander when we get back to Coruscant,”. Skywalker grinned. “Cody’s gonna be so jealous,”.

“Yes, sir,”.

Rex smiled to himself. Skywalker definitely didn’t want to know all of his secret moves with the Commander.

***

Rex spent way too long trying to find your quarters. Asking the General was out of the question, given his earlier run-in. Rex stumbled from room to room, knocking until finally he heard your voice from behind a door. You let him in with a grin, checking behind him to assure that no one had seen him enter.

“Took you long enough to get here,” you said with a little smile. Rex understood the underlying meaning in your words. All at once, the scene laid out before him was made welcomingly familiar and strangely foreign. It was you, but two years had passed. You weren’t the Jedi knight you were when you first fell in love with him, and Rex knew he wasn’t the same underconfident shiny.

“It took me a while to find you,”.

You hummed at Rex’s response, pouring him a drink as he stripped off the top half of his armor. The top of his blacks fit him well, you thought. It always did. You motioned for him to take a seat on your bed. Your room was sparse, the bed and a nightstand being the only furniture present. Rex sat down with a sigh, taking a rather large sip of the firewhiskey. Shit, that was stronger than he remembered. He coughed a little, and you laughed. You took a seat next to him, a foot or two away.

“So tell me, what’s happened in these past two years?”

You searched Rex’s eyes, which answered much faster than his mouth did. War was painful, always had been, but something in Rex’s expression told you that it’d been especially hard on him. You laced your hand with his, and he spoke.

Rex told you everything. He told you about getting shot, and having to hole up in a farmer’s barn for a few nights. He told you the farmer used to be like him. He told you that when that farmer asked if he wanted something more out of his life, the answer was a silent yes. He told you that when he saw the farmer’s wife and children, he saw the family he gave up when you two parted ways. He told you that after he got off that backwater planet, he came to his senses and realized that you were probably long gone. He made it his mission to forget you. He still saw you, though, and he told you this.

He saw you on Umbara. You were alongside him, telling him to be brave, to hell with rules and regulations. Telling him that he deserved more, that his brothers deserved more. Telling him that not a single man should have died on that battlefield, that Krell needed to pay.

He saw you on Coruscant. Your unyielding idealism faded from Fives’s dying eyes, telling Rex that he should have done more. Rex felt stuck for months afterward, your sad eyes and Fives’s death-greyed face following him everywhere he went. You haunted him, sometimes.

He saw you on Anaxes. You were facing him when he found Echo, telling him like you always had that there would eventually be a happy ending for him and his brothers. He despised the hope you gave him at times. For clones, war was loss after loss—when someone was gone, they stayed gone. This time, for the first time, someone came back. This time, for the first time in almost two years, Rex allowed himself to hope.

He told you all of this. Your teary eyes met his, and Rex gave your hand a gentle squeeze. He hated to see you cry.

“It’s not all been bad, cyare. Have I told you anything about the General yet?”

You shook your head, and wiped at your eyes with your free hand.

Within minutes, Rex had you laughing your ass off at Skywalker’s antics.

“He threw you? With the force? Why didn’t I think of that?”

Rex shook his head with a groan.

“I knew pairing you and the General together was going to be a bad idea. He’s already been asking me where we learned our ‘moves’,”.

You laughed. Rex’s chest warmed.

“So, what’d you tell him, Rex? Nothing too incriminating?” You nudged his shoulder playfully, but the concern in your voice betrayed your thoughts.

“It’s alright, he doesn’t know anything about us. Told him I remembered it from training on Coruscant,”.

You nodded, but something in Rex’s words took you someplace far from here. The room suddenly fell eerily quiet.

Your voice broke the silence at last.

“Do you remember?”

Rex furrowed his brow. “Remember what?”

“Earlier, you said you tried to forget about us. It’s been a long time, d’you still remember everything?”

Rex’s features softened as he nodded. He searched for the right words, his eyes falling to your mouth.

“I remember when I kissed you for the first time, I bumped my teeth against your lip and it split a little. I was so scared—I didn’t know how I had managed to fuck up that badly. First I kiss my commanding officer and then I make them bleed? I was certain I had earned myself a one-way ticket to get reconditioned. When you kissed me back I didn’t know what to do with myself,”.

You laughed a little at this, and Rex’s eyes traveled down to your hands.

“I remember the first morning we woke up together—you held my face in your hands and kissed me so gently. That morning was all soft touches and little whispers and that’s when I knew that you were it for me,”.

You sighed gently at this, and rested your head against Rex’s shoulder.

“That’s when I knew, too. You were just so damn perfect. Still are,”.

You turned your head as Rex’s eyes trained on yours. His hand lifted up, the pad of his thumb just barely tracing over the curve of your neck, like he was almost afraid to touch you. His hand found its resting spot just over your pulse.

“I remember—” Rex swallowed thickly. “I remember you liked it when I kissed you here,”.

You stilled, the little spot under his thumb burning throughout your entire body. You moved to nod, but a much better idea entered your mind.

“I don’t remember,”.

His hand dropped from your neck.

“You don’t?” Rex’s face fell, confusion marring his expression.

You shook your head. You swung a leg over Rex’s, effectively seating yourself in his lap.

“I think I might need a reminder,”.

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#captain rex #captain rex x y/n #captain rex x you #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #rex x you #ct 7567 #the clones #the 501st #my fic

[lina-lovebug]

Weeping Monk/Lancelot x Fey Princess! Reader.

The Weeping Monk was assigned to protect Princess (Y/N) of Scotland, one of the enemies of England but in the works of becoming powerful allies through marriage. Scotland was too dangerous during this war against the Fey, so her parents sent her off with two chests of gold to the Cardenal to ensure her safety.

And she was under strict orders to not turn.

(Y/N) hummed as she bathed in the crystal waters of a nearby lake. She hadn't bathed for three days and felt so dirty.

"Will you not bathe after me?" She called out to the Weeping Monk, she stayed with his back facing her as to not see the princess nude.

That was something only her future husband could see.

And like always, he didn’t respond.

"I'm finished," She said, getting up and grabbing the towel on the branch and wrapping herself in it.

She taught herself how to tie her own corset, with no maids around and nothing but perverted Red Paladins, she didn't want to ask.

As she was tying her corset, she reached for her gown but then made a mistake and slipped. He heard her gasp and saw that she would land on some rocks, and being paid to do this and will certainly die if she's harmed, he quickly grabbed her hand, but then fell himself.

She gasped, not from the water or pain, but the fact that she finally saw him so close. His body was pressed against hers, the water making him wet and leaving no room between them. His hair fell out and revealed beautiful flowing locks and gorgeous blue eyes.

And out of habit, out of the nature of her species, her eyes turned gold.

"Get up," He grabbed her and helped her up, really needing to change and do. . .something else to help his situation, but also trying to shake off what he just saw.

Did her eyes really glow? Or was it just his fascination for the princess messing with his mind?

"Hurry. We have to make camp before nightfall," He told her as he walked away, trying to get the image of her out of his head.

____________

All you thought about was him. The Weeping Monk plagued your mind, especially after that encounter. But it was him figuring out that the heir to Scotlands throne was a Fey is what terrified you so much.

"Sleep well, Princess."

"Thank you," You smiled, waiting for the last Paladin to fall asleep before you grabbed your bag and started running.

Surely after that, he would slaughter you in your sleep, and you couldn’t take the chances on whether you would live to see the sun.

But, he planned this.

He knew that if you were truly Fey, then you would try to run. But, you were different. He always saw you holding back tears each time he slaughtered towns of Fey families, and always admired you for empathizing with their pain. But, now he figured out why.

"You're a Fey."

You suddenly stopped, hearing his voice right infront of you.

How did he-?

"How is the heiress to Scotland a Fey?" Even though he wasn't trying to sound menacing, you already had a tear running down your cheek.

"My. . .my mother is a Fey. The Queen," You whimpered as he got closer and you stared at the ground.

You didn't want your last moments to be staring at the man you've grown feelings for.

"Why do you watch as they suffer?" He questioned.

And that's when you broke down.

He didn't know what to do. He certainly couldn't comfort you, he is the reason for your tears after all.

"My father is a cruel man. That bastard has a kink for Fey kind, so he married my mother for his own pleasure! He does not care about us, only that his needs are met. . .even by his own blood," That last sentence made him snap.

Your own father, flesh and blood, a man who is supposed to vow to protect you, used you for his own sick desires? His own daughter?

And yet you were never broken on the outside. Lancelot always saw you smiling and happy, but you were in pain.

"These last few months have been t-torturous, but. . .not when I am with you. . .you are so kind to children, so generous and you even give me a smile if I beg for it. . .but why couldn't my father be that way?"

That when he hugged you. You froze for a second, but then relaxed into his arms. His embrace was welcoming, even though his eyes were filled with rage for your father.

"I swear on my life, I will kill that man someday. No one deserves that horridness from their own family. . .I'm sorry."

"You. . .you aren't going to kill me?" You asked.

"I will protect you, my princess. I want to see you rule and make Scotland better for its people, I only ask that I can be around to see it happen," You cracked a small smile.

"Of course. Can this stay between us?"

"As long as I breath, your secret will stay safe."

And began a new friendship and stronger feelings.

a MUCH spicier one will be out soon!!

#cursed netflix #cursed #the weeping monk #lancelot

[theworldbrewery]

how to use gaming sets in your campaign

the handbooks are great for giving you interesting items and toolkits--but unless you have XGtE, you might struggle with how to use these little sets that for all intents and purposes your players should be treating like an additional skill proficiency. employed properly, proficiency with any artisan’s tools, other set of tools (like a poisoner’s kit), musical instrument, or gaming set grants additional benefits.

If you can, I highly recommend checking out XGtE for the fleshed-out versions of these item proficiencies. But there’s something huge that the handbook is missing: how do you actually use a gaming set in your campaign?

Well, according to the little tool outline from XGtE, you can use the set proficiency for History checks (to remember historical events and people linked to it), Insight (assessing your opponent’s personality and tells when lying) and Sleight of Hand.

All of which are very cool! It gives you a great idea of how your skill with a game gives you non-gaming benefits.

However.

In my experience, people often fumble the actual in-game execution of the game the PCs are playing. They either say “I’m gambling” and give that no flavor or even an opportunity to use the very skill checks it helps them with, or they sit down for a game of Three-Dragon Ante and expect the DM to have the rules for the game ready at hand, as if they’re about to play a game of poker mid-session.

Neither of these are ideal! What we want are streamlined sets of rules that grant an element of random chance (winning vs. losing), opportunities to cheat (if the game makes it possible), and have a mechanic for stakes (usually betting on the outcome--but that can range from “I bet 4 gold I can beat you at Dragonchess” to going all-in on a single hand of Three-Dragon Ante).

Obviously, skimming past the results of the game is better when a PC is truly just trying to get some quick cash, so we can’t discount that. In such cases, it’s better to have an even quicker set of steps that apply to any gaming set.

Choose a skill such as Insight, Deception, History, or Sleight of Hand-- aided by all applicable proficiencies.

State whatever amount you’re willing to risk.

Roll your chosen skill check, contested by a skill check from your opponent(s). The higher roll is the winner.

As you can see, there’s very little flavor here. It’s fast, it’s easy to follow, and it’s simple to do with the dice you have on hand.

In general, for a more in-depth game, there should be multiple steps so players can make conversation, assess one another, and so on. It’s a good space to gather information from someone, scam a mark, or kick-start a relationship with an NPC.

Below, I outline a longer set of rules for each of the four main gaming set proficiencies: dice set, playing card set, dragonchess set, and three-dragon ante set. But of course, following the principles above, you can come up with your own rules, too.

Dice Set:

For this game, the participants bet on their ability to roll a certain number of the same result or of a sequence of results. At low risk, they may bet on a pair of fives turning up in their roll, or a 2-3-4 coming up on the dice. At higher risk, betting on a run of 2-3-4-5-6 or on rolling 5 fours is a dangerous move. You can bet based on confidence in the expected result (it’s very likely to roll 2 fives) or take a big gamble and hope it pays off (your opponent is more likely to accept a high bet against an unlikely result).

Each player takes turns rolling, so you either bet that you can make a certain roll or that your opponent can’t make theirs. A round is over (and players can cash out) once everyone has had a single turn.

Once all bets are placed, the participant rolls their dice. A standard roll is 6d6. If you are proficient with the set, you can add 1d6, increasing your odds of rolling well. You can cheat by re-rolling as many of the dice as you want and make a Sleight of Hand check to do so, contested by the perception of the other players.

If you hit your expected roll or your opponent fails to make theirs, you keep the pot.

Playing Card Set:

When using a set of playing cards, proficiency will mostly take the form of assessing the quality of your own hand and trying to assess the quality of your opponents’ hands.

For this type of game, all players start by rolling a d20 to determine the quality of their own hand. They then should state the range of their roll: Poor (1-5), Fair (6-10), Good (11-15), and Excellent (16-20), rolling persuasion or deception based on whether or not they’re lying. Players may also roll insight to determine whether another player is bluffing or not.

Bets are placed and players can choose to fold or to place their bet. Then the scores are revealed, with the highest number winning.

A player that cheats will roll an additional 1d4 and add it to their score, rolling a Sleight of Hand check to succeed in doing so and contested by Perception as usual.

Dragonchess:

Dragonchess is a cerebral, strategic game. Players take turns making moves on the board, seeking to eliminate the other player’s pieces off the board.

Instead of rolling dice or drawing cards, each player rolls an Insight check (include dragonchess proficiency if applicable) against the other player’s passive Deception score (8+Deception skill modifier+dragonchess proficiency, if applicable). This roll lets each player assess the thoughts and strategy of their opponent.

Meeting your opponent’s passive deception or beating it by 2 or less gives you a slight advantage against them; beating it by 3-5 gives you a great advantage, and beating it by 6 or more gives you a crushing advantage. If their passive beats you by 1-2 points, you are at a slight disadvantage; by 3-5 points you have a great disadvantage; and by 6 or more points a crushing disadvantage.

Compare the advantages and disadvantages: A great advantage is increased to crushing if the opponent failed the Insight check in any way, for example, but canceled out if the opponent also succeeded by 3-5 points, and reduced if the opponent succeeded by a 2 or less or met your passive deception. The 6 tiers of success/failure essentially stack against one another until one side is an obvious winner--or they cancel out completely.

The contests between Insight and Deception repeat. Whoever wins 4 contests first is the winner of the game.

Cheating is difficult in this game, but gambling is not: before you start play, agree on stakes with your opponent. Winner takes all.

Three-Dragon Ante:

In Three-Dragon Ante, a player pulls five cards from the deck and discards two. In this game, you want a low score, and it looks like this:

The person who did not deal the deck plays a card first. The card laid after that must bear a number equal to or higher than the previous card, so if Player 1 played a 4, a 4 or higher can be played next.

Let’s say Player 2 plays a 7, so Player 1 must return with a 7 or higher--but all they have is a 5 and a 6 left in their hand. In this case, they fold, and must add the remaining points in their hand to their total score. If Player 1 plays a 9, and now Player 2 cannot play their remaining cards, Player 2 is stuck with the points.

To play the game in practice, the two players each roll 5d12; the results on each d12 represent the value on the cards they pull. Discarding two of these d12 scores, the game proceeds.

Players bet either on the outcome of a single hand after they’ve rolled their dice/pulled their cards, or on the outcome of the entire game before it begins, but I prefer the former because it’s spicier.

To cheat, a player can roll Sleight of Hand to “swap a card,” or choose a different number instead of the result they rolled on one “card.” Proficiency allows the player to reroll up to 3 of the 5d12 before either player plays a card.

#dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #gaming sets #long post

[velvetsehun]

get to know me!

i wasn’t tagged per say but i was mentioned in @sweetjekyll‘s post so i shall in turn also do it !!

get to know me (1):

1. Nickname - Ren 

2. Zodiac - Virgo

3. Height - 177cm 

4. Hogwarts House - slytherin! (no surprise)

5. Last thing I googled - eurydice and orpheus (dont ask, its a secret)

6. Song stuck in my head - everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears

7. Number of followers - 542 (as of today)

8. Hours of sleep - sleep? jks, i got 6 hours before i got up 

9. Lucky number - 7, 12, 43

10. Dream job - good question, ill let you know when i know ;)

11. Currently wearing - a pair of running shorts and a pullover hoodie! (i was out in the rain and just home)

12. Favourite song - i say for atm, the general thats too hard to say, spanish sahara - foals

13. Favourite instrument - piano or violin (i can play piano but not well)

14. Aesthetic - my aesthetic is usual very clean with various whites (ecru is a fave of mines) and blacks, but if i implement some colour then i love peach and red, and some pale blues 

15. Favourite author - i read a lot this is hard.. i do like a lot of albert camus, yukio mishima, murakami.. i read a lot of philosophical books! i also tend to read a lot of classics! 

16. Random - i weirdly enjoy going out in the rain, despite if i get soaked, like today! i went on a run in the rain, it was nice 

get to know me (2):

favourite colour: peach or red

last song i listened to: wait - m83

favourite musicians: western is too hard to say, ill say some korean stuff i listen to instead tho~ exo, shinee, seventeen, exid, snsd, wonder girls, brown eyed girls, kara, red velvet, nct, sunmi, smalltown, loco and many more~

last film i watched: Late Spring (1949), its a japanese film! 

last show i watched: x-files 

favourite characters: i literally will spend an hour listing them so i shall not answer that right now!

sweet, spicy or savoury: spicy (like extreme spicy, the spicier the better in my book) and savoury! im not fond of sweet things 

sparkling water, tea or coffee: tea tea tea~ always tea!!

pets: none sadly :(

i tag anyone that wants to do this!! 

[rosethornewrites]

Fic: the thing with feathers, ch. 10

Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn & Yú Zǐyuān, Jiāng Fēngmián & Yú Zǐyuān, Jiāng Yànlí & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Fēngmián & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Qǐrén & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Lán Yuàn | Lán Sīzhuī, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Yú Zǐyuān, Yínzhū, Jīnzhū, Lán Jǐngyí, Jiāng Fēngmián, Jiāng Yànlí, Lán Qǐrén, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén

Additional Tags: Transmigration, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Illnesses, Family, Scars, Memory Loss, Angst, Crying, Music, Nosebleed, Fear, Recovery, Nightmares, Sharing a Bed, Flirting, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: A day in the market turns into a philosophical challenge for Lan XiChen.

Notes: Ren is a Confucian concept involving the virtue of altruism and humanity/humaneness. XiChen is lost in his teachings and how what he’s learning at Lotus Pier connect to those teachings at the end here, so we have reference to many ancient Chinese philosophers. I almost had this chapter in Madam Yu’s perspective, but I realized XiChen’s would be better. He’s changing too—particularly important because (at least imo) canon XiChen was very passive because of the rules he felt he needed to abide by. He’s being challenged by this experience. So are all the other characters, as we can see with Madam Yu in this chapter. The Chinese suffix -men is a way to turn certain words plural, often general words rather than specific. Thus, referring to the fact that they will have many martial brothers and sisters (younger and older) would justify the use. I know this only because of the wonderful @merakilyy​, who has on multiple occasions been kind enough to answer my questions about Chinese language usage. Also, xingan literally means heart and liver and is kind of the equivalent of “my heart and soul.”

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Living at Lotus Pier had been strange for XiChen for many reasons, not the least of which was spending so much less time with WangJi. He knew he wasn’t unwelcome by any means—Wei WuXian always greeted him with a smile and was happy to include him in lunch and their afternoon music sessions when he stopped by. But XiChen had always been friendly with his fellow disciples and had his friendship with Nie MingJue; Wei WuXian was WangJi’s first friend, the first person he’d allowed close enough, the first person who didn’t seem intimidated by what had often been interpreted as coldness.

He was afraid, during the weeks Wei WuXian was unconscious, that whatever WangJi had seen in the boy that had led him to give him their mother’s rattle drum all those years ago would lead him to grieve just as hard for this boy as he had their mother if he died. But he had woken, and despite the amnesia had glommed onto WangJi, as though by virtue of being the first person he remembered, he had imprinted, for lack of a better word. And WangJi seemed happy with their friendship.

So XiChen joined them for lessons each morning with shufu, often finding himself fascinated by the questions Wei WuXian asked, questions no Lan would think of. Though it isn’t clear how much was memory loss and how much was a freer upbringing, he could tell those questions sometimes challenged shufu, though he never lost his temper.

The most fascinating one so far was “Who decided what’s right and what’s wrong? What if they’re wrong?”

Shufu had asked for an example, and clearly hadn’t expected the boy to come up with one, but he had, a far-away look in his eyes.

“Like one part of a clan does something really evil, and people decide to wipe out the whole clan so it can never happen again. And everyone says it’s justified, but they let kids and civilians get killed. But if anyone tries to stop it people say they’re bad.”

XiChen had just stared, glancing finally at his uncle, who looked nonplussed. Shufu even asked if Wei WuXian heard of this occurring, and the boy just shrugged.

“The cultivation world can be wrong,” shufu finally answered, “and can fail in our obligations to the people. No human is infallible.”

Wei WuXian sometimes seemed to be far away during lessons, head tilted as though deep in thought, but shufu was quite tolerant of this given that he was still recovering, and given that he still seemed to take in what they were learning.

Overall, XiChen found Wei WuXian fascinating, and thought he was the right person to bring WangJi out of his shell. Already his brother was trying new things: foods, music, swimming lessons. Sect Leader Jiang had asked if both of them would like training in the Jiang style sword forms, even, and WangJi had nodded. WangJi smiled, even tiny ones most people didn’t notice, more in the last few weeks since Wei WuXian woke than he had since their mother died.

Even shufu seemed impacted by Lotus Pier. XiChen was able to help teach Jiang YanLi to read music and adjust to playing the konghou, the first time he was allowed to teach. He had never played one himself, but teaching her to read music had been fun, and he found her company pleasing—they were never unaccompanied as it would be inappropriate, generally with shufu overseeing or one of Madam Yu’s maids in the room. She had already gotten blisters from playing her beginner konghou but seemed unbothered by them. 

“I had to get used to developing callouses from chopping vegetables,” she confessed to him. “I know this is part of the process.

He had the opportunity during lunches with her, WangJi, and Wei WuXian in the infirmary to enjoy her cooking—her talent in that regard was unmistakable. She was also a quick learner, and he admired her commitment to becoming a healer, particularly after learning she had to commit to improving her weak cultivation to do so. XiChen had actually learned several techniques from listening to shufu advise her.

He found her quite admirable. 

But more, shufu just today invited XiChen and WangJi to be open with their emotions with him, where he’d previously lectured them on excessive emotion. And he had cancelled lessons for the first time since XiChen could remember!

They were sent off with the Jiangs and Wei WuXian to enjoy the town, the first time circumstances had allowed it. Madam Yu’s somewhat scary personal maids and a couple disciples accompanied them, all carrying baskets for purchases. 

This excursion was significantly different from the one he and WangJi had undertaken shortly after Wei WuXian woke. For one, they had no clear goal, the pace leisurely. For another, it was the first time Wei WuXian had left Lotus Cove since the attack and his illness. He carried his sword as he had not in Lotus Cove, his recovery having exempted him from the custom. In many ways, this was him rejoining the world as a cultivator. 

Immediately, townspeople reacted to seeing him, and the younger boy was clearly a little overwhelmed, clinging to WangJi’s arm and attempting polite smiles. WangJi, for his part, frowned at people who got too close. Jiang WanYin flanked Wei WuXian’s other side, a bit like a bodyguard. Jiang YanLi walked in front of him, greeting the people kindly and letting them know her brother was still recovering. When gifts were given, she placed the parcel in one of the baskets carried by a disciple or maid. 

Sect Leader Jiang and Madam Yu were at Jiang WanYin’s side, arm in arm, politely greeting the people as well.

XiChen walked beside WangJi, watching the proceedings with interest; the people of Lotus Pier clearly had great affection for the Jiangs. It was a relationship that differed greatly from that of Cloud Recesses and Caiyi, the nearest town. But Lotus Cove was nestled aside the city and aided most of the commerce in town. It was a symbiotic relationship, and the gifts represented the esteem the town held for their role in its success. 

“Yingying!” rang out across the market, coming from an elderly woman manning a baozi stall. “Come give popo a hug.”

To XiChen’s surprise, the boy brightened and broke away from WangJi’s side to approach the woman, who pulled him into her arms in a gentle but firm embrace.

“Popo was so worried. I heard you were sick.”

Wei WuXian nodded, looking up at her.

“I… Popo, I lost all my memories,” he admitted. “But you sent the baozi and I remembered you.”

The woman looked up at Sect Leader Jiang, who nodded grimly. Tears filled her eyes. 

“Oh, you poor child. That must be frightening. Let me wrap up some baozi, extra spicy for you and some mild for your siblings and friends. You can come to popo anytime.”

She released him from her embrace and then handed Wei WuXian a fresh bun. Watching him eat reminded XiChen none of them had breakfast, but the woman handed out buns to each of them.

“You Lan don’t like meat, as I recall, so here are some stuffed with bok choy, mushrooms, and tofu.”

The woman wrapped up more, ignoring her customers, who didn't seem upset, instead chatting with the Jiangs animatedly.

The baozi was delicious, though spicier than XiChen was used to. WangJi and the Jiang children seemed to similarly enjoy theirs. Popo gave Wei WuXian one last hug and then waved them off with an order to come visit more.

Madam Yu and Sect Leader Jiang alternated between talking to townspeople and looking at each other in a way XiChen sometimes saw between courting couples. He tried not to watch, instead paying attention to the people who approached and the wares in the stalls they passed. 

Wei WuXian’s admission to popo was spread as quickly as word had spread of WangJi and XiChen’s connection to Wei WuXian the day they bought the rattle drum, and people were gentler in their approach to the boy, offering their names and details to help him.

Largely they were met with blank looks and apologies, which they waved off amiably. But occasionally Wei WuXian smiled widely as a shred of memory returned, and he greeted them as well as he could. These moments were precious, he came to see, both to the townspeople and the Jiangs. 

The toy maker they visited greeted him enthusiastically and after a whisper from WangJi, Wei WuXian thanked him for the dizi, bowing properly with his sword. 

“I play it every day,” he told the man, who beamed proudly. “Lan Zhan plays the guqin with me.”

“When we heard you were ill, the wife and I made it with you in mind. You’ll want a proper dizi eventually, but we hoped it’d cheer you up.”

Sect Leader Jiang paused at that.

“A proper dizi?” he asked.

The toy maker bowed to the sect leader.

“For musical cultivation, if young master Wei decides to do that,” he clarified. “I’m afraid I don’t have the skill to craft spiritual tools, only toys.”

Jiang FengMian looked thoughtful, and Jiang YanLi spoke up.

“It would be lovely to learn musical cultivation together with a-Xian, a-die.”

She shared a glance with WangJi, and XiChen realized they had been discussing this matter.

“I’m learning to wield a whip, too, so it makes sense for him to learn that,” Jiang WanYin added.

XiChen realized they were glancing at Madam Yu surreptitiously, and he could guess this was a sore spot.

WangJi once, in a rare moment when Wei WuXian was otherwise occupied, had expressed concern over Madam Yu’s occasional hostility, and XiChen had noticed the same. She seemed to be trying to do better, but from what he had heard from disciples while training on the field, she held resentment for Wei WuXian. She had changed since the attack, but old habits were hard to break.

Madam Yu, though, made a thoughtful noise. 

“He could potentially learn the songs that have helped with the resentful energy. Could that aid in his further recovery?”

XiChen realized the question was directed at him and scrambled to answer.

“I don’t know, but it would give the Jiang sect a second musical cultivator who could help with such matters,” he said, striving both for diplomacy and to help the Jiang siblings and WangJi with their quest.

“Xingan, what do you think?” Sect Leader Jiang asked, looking at Madam Yu.

She blushed when she realized he was speaking to her. The term of endearment seemed to take her by surprise, and she smiled in a way XiChen hadn’t seen before. 

“A spiritual instrument is a good investment in his future cultivation,” she finally said. “I hope to have a-Cheng training with zidian in the next year as well.”

“We’re raising fine children, my lady,” the sect leader said.

Her smile grew, the flush spreading across her face, but she turned to Wei WuXian.

“A-Ying, we’ll find someone to make you a dizi that will serve as a fine spiritual tool.”

The boy smiled up at her, clearly happy with the idea.

“Thank you, shenshen. I’ll work hard.”

“Not too hard until you’re better,” Madam Yu said, patting his head affectionately.

The Jiang siblings shared a triumphant look with WangJi and XiChen caught Jiang FengMian looking at them indulgently—he clearly recognized their plot and had played into it while allowing them to believe they were being sneaky.

XiChen had never seen adults act like that before, but he was certain it instilled confidence in the Jiang siblings and perhaps even WangJi, which wasn’t a bad thing. It was a bit dishonest but with good intentions, an odd grey area. 

The adults approached several stalls and purchased gifts for the children—even WangJi and XiChen, to his surprise. Wei WuXian was given a new guan for his crown, an elegant lotus carved of deep purple lavender jade, something that seemed almost a message, Madam Yu picking it out personally. 

Jiang WanYin received huwan to protect his wrists during whip training, elegant with purple lacing and metal inlaid for extra protection. Maiden Jiang received mortar and pestle for learning to make medicines, crafted of a light lavender jade that had variation in color ranging from white to deep purple. The gifts were clearly meant to show support for their recent cultivation decisions. 

WangJi and XiChen were gifted matching purple and blue tassels with a lovey carved medium-hued lavender jade lotus attached to hang from their belts beside the charms that allowed them in and out Cloud Recesses.

“To remind you of your stay,” Sect Leader Jiang told them.

It seemed he was unaware of the significance of the jade tokens they wore, and of the rule against unnecessary adornments, but XiChen was certain shufu would be fine with them. After all, they were a representation of the connection they had forged to the Jiang sect. 

“And to serve as an entry token if you need to revisit Lotus Cove,” Madam Yu added. “Our disciples will recognize the gift.”

He noticed they had purchased more, and that the seller didn’t have them available publicly, and realized perhaps they did know, even if their tokens didn’t have the same properties as the Lan ones. Likely the extra tokens were for shufu and the healers. 

XiChen examined his, noting the craftsmanship of the lotus, how real, if miniature, each petal seemed. It was set into a silver disc through which the tassel’s cord threaded, held in place with knots and flat paler purple jade beads carved to resemble the Jiang sect flag’s lotus symbol.

WangJi, he saw, was already affixing the token to his belt to hang beside and behind his Lan token. XiChen did the same, then he and WangJi bowed to Sect Leader Jiang and Madam Yu in thanks for the gifts. 

The tokens didn’t have the Jiang clarity bell the sect wore, but that was unsurprising; unless he or WangJi joined the sect, they would not receive one. Yu ZiYuan had reminded Wei WuXian to don his today, on his first trip out of Lotus Cove, and it hung from his belt.

“I won’t lose it,” he had promised, three fingers raised to make it a vow, that odd far-away quality to his voice. 

Sect Leader Jiang and Madam Yu had exchanged concerned looks.

“See to it you don’t,” Madam Yu had finally replied, then stepped forward to fuss over the way his robes hung. 

As he had lost weight from his ordeal, they no longer fit properly. Little could be done about that; as the boy recovered, the robes would fit him again, barring a growth spurt. 

The sound of barking jolted XiChen back to the present. Wei WuXian went pale, moving closer to WangJi, hiding his face against his back as though it might hide him from the dog. The Jiang children took positions around him, ensuring he was surrounded and protected. 

“It’s okay, didi,” Jiang WanYin murmured. “You’re safe. We’ll keep you safe.”

XiChen abruptly remembered that Wei WuXian had been attacked by dogs and had scars. The fear was clearly so deep-seated that his amnesia hadn’t removed it.

The dog came into view, a scraggly cur, and a child dashed out from behind a stall to chase it off with a stick, others similarly armed joining from nearby. 

When the dog was gone, the children returned, and XiChen could tell from their appearance they were street kids. 

“Wei-xiong, we chased it away,” the oldest-looking boy called softly. “Sorry we let it get so close.”

When they didn’t get an immediate reply from Wei WuXian, the child looked at the others, six of them who could have ranged between four and eight. The youngest was a little girl, and the rest were boys. 

“Like Wei-xiong taught us,” he said, his voice authoritative. 

The children broke into an approximation of a proper bow.

“Greetings, Jiang-zongzhu and Yu-furen,” the children chanted.

The adults exchanged a look.

“Greetings,” Jiang FengMian returned after what seemed to be a silent conversation between himself and Madam Yu. “You know a-Ying?”

The eldest-looking nodded, clearly having elected to speak for the group. 

“Wei-xiong buys us food and taught us to stick together so the dogs and bad people won’t get us and is teaching us to read and other stuff,” the boy explained. 

From the way the children were peering at Wei WuXian, still hiding behind WangJi, they were terribly worried about their young friend. 

“You’re the ones he plays the dizi to?” XiChen asked gently.

The children nodded.

“What other things was a-Xian teaching you?” Jiang YanLi asked softly.

“Like how to feel qi so we can use it to stay warm in the winter,” the eldest boy replied, then bows quickly and politely. “Jiang-guniang.”

“I miss Wei-xiong,” the little girl said, her voice tremulous. “Is Wei-xiong better now?”

“He might not remember us, a-Lian,” another boy said softly. 

The children had clearly heard the news spreading through Lotus Pier of Wei WuXian’s amnesia.

Wei WuXian peered out from where he had hidden his face against WangJi, cautious despite the dog having been driven away.

“A-Lian,” he murmured, pronouncing the name slowly. “I… I found you. By a lotus pond. You were all wet and crying.”

He stepped out from behind WangJi, moving as though in a trance, lost in a newly returned memory.

“You said your name was a-Jī (圾, trash),” and XiChen couldn’t quite hold in a gasp at a child believing such to be their name. “And so, I said you were a gift from the lotuses and should be named a-Lian.”

The little girl rushed forward, crashing into him.

“Wei-xiong,” she sobbed, her little arms around his waist. “You were gone for so long and they said you were sick, and I was scared.”

Wei WuXian looked dazed and overwhelmed, and XiChen realized that a trickle of blood was oozing from his nose—it hadn’t happened in a few days, but he had been overstimulated today with this outing… 

WangJi also noticed and put an arm around him as he swayed dangerously, keeping him upright. Wei WuXian’s grip loosened on his sword, and Jiang WanYin took it before he could drop it, murmuring that he’d carry it for him. 

To XiChen’s surprise, Madam Yu lifted both Wei WuXian and the urchin girl into her arms. Neither resisted, the boy’s head lolling against her shoulder. She didn’t even bother looking at FengMian. 

“It seems we’ll have a few new disciples, then,” she said, huffing as though irritated, but it had less impact with two children in her arms. “We’ll see whether a-Ying has good instincts, but we certainly can’t have homeless children in Lotus Pier.”

XiChen had to avert his eyes at the intensity of Sect Leader Jiang’s adoring look toward Madam Yu. He clearly approved of her decision, but the level of ardor in the way he looked at her was too much. 

The locals who had gathered murmured amongst themselves, the words of surprise and admiration carrying. That the Jiangs would see fit to solve the problem of street urchins by adopting them into the sect was almost unheard of—but they had done so with Wei WuXian. Why not the urchins of Lotus Pier?

From what XiChen could hear, it raised the admiration of the people toward Jiang FengMian, and their opinion of Madam Yu, who apparently had up to now had a reputation for being cold. But here she was in the marketplace holding Wei WuXian on one hip and a little girl in tattered clothing on the other. It was softening her image to the people and making them doubt the rumors of an unhappy marriage. 

The street children looked confused, uncertain, and Jiang FengMian addressed them more gently. 

“Would you become disciples of the YunMengJiang sect? You would live at Lotus Cove, receive an education, and fed and housed and clothed. Even if you do not have the talent to become cultivators, you would not be homeless,” he told them. “A-Ying and a-Cheng and other older male disciples would be your shixiongmen, and a-Li and other older female disciples would be your shijiemen. You’d also have shidimen and a-Lian would be your shimei.”

The children seemed to realize they were being offered adoption, of a sort, into a martial family. Into the Jiang clan. There was a cautious sort of hope spreading among them. 

“Really?” the oldest boy asked, his voice almost hollow with awe. “You really want us?”

“Young man, we would not offer if we didn’t,” Madam Yj snorted. “If a-Ying is already teaching you to read and how to circulate your qi, we would be remiss if we didn’t continue your education.”

The children looked at each other, their growing excitement obvious. After a moment the eldest boy bowed deeply, almost a kowtow, and the other children rushed to copy him.

“This one thanks Jiang-zongzhu and Yu-furen for your kindness. We unworthy ones are happy to accept your generous offer.”

“Whether you’re unworthy has yet to be determined,” Madam Yu responded sharply, almost a scold at the boy’s self-effacement. “I expect you’ll prove worthy.”

She handed the little girl to Jiang FengMian, who settled her on his hip, so she could get a better grip on Wei WuXian, who seemed barely awake and unable to hold onto her well. One of her maids stepped forward and gently dabbed at his nosebleed with a cloth.

“I think a-Ying has had quite enough excitement for today,” Madam Yu announced, patting his back gently.

“And we have some new disciples to settle in at Lotus Cove,” Jiang FengMian added with a smile. “Time to go home.”

The sect leader offered his free hand to Jiang WanYin, who tried and failed not to look thrilled at his father’s attention as he took it.

Madam Yu’s maids led the way, the children between them, Madam Yu and Jiang FengMian following with the Jiang children in tow. WangJi stayed close to Madam Yu and Wei WuXian, who seemed to have fallen fully asleep, and XiChen focused on following him. The accompanying disciples followed behind him.

XiChen barely noticed the way more people in the market approached to place items in the baskets the disciples carried as they walked back to Lotus Cove, or the way Maiden Jiang thanked each person by name. He was too busy considering what he had witnessed. 

He was aware that many in the cultivation world doubted that commoners could be taught to cultivate, but the very fact that Wei WuXian, a mere ten-year-old, had taught them the basics enough to ensure they could circulate their qi to keep warm… He wondered if perhaps that was just an attempt to keep a sort of class or caste system. There was no benefit to society to have children starve in the streets, as Wei WuXian had, without hope. 

Ren would seem to dictate the need to better the world through acts of altruism like Wei WuXian had been practicing and which had been demonstrated by Madam Yu and Sect Leader Jiang today. XiChen‘s studies had covered multiple philosophers. Mengzi dictated the need to show compassion to orphans. Mozi, though controversial to the Lan for his rejection of music as frivolous, called for inclusive and universal caring, doing so beyond family boundaries. Laozi saw loving through giving as a necessary virtue. 

XiChen was constantly aware of the duties he would eventually take on as clan leader and the rules within the clan he was expected to uphold, but the events of today had him wondering if perhaps he should start thinking about the role of GusuLan in the larger world. Acts of charity, taking in orphans, working to better the world at large.

These thoughts kept him occupied on the walk back, and he was only broken from them by the look on shufu’s face at the unexpected addition to their party—confusion, but also a sort of thoughtfulness as Sect Leader Jiang briefly explained. 

Perhaps shufu was also having similar thoughts. Maybe XiChen could speak with him about them at some point. 

For now, he followed WangJi as he trailed after Madam Yu toward the infirmary. The voice of Jiang FengMian ordering disciples to help settle in their new peers with baths and clothing and a good meal, organizing the new additions to YunMengJiang, faded behind them. 

When Madam Yu left them in the infirmary, Wei WuXian in the care of Healer Kang, the quiet was welcome. The healer settled the boy in his bed after a brief examination. 

Eventually, XiChen realized WangJi was watching him in concern and offered a smile he knew was weak.

“A little overwhelmed,” he said, and knew WangJi, who so often was overwhelmed by the noise and furor of the world, understood.

WangJi gestured, settling on a cushion near the table in a meditation pose, and XiChen smiled, mirroring him.

He had time to ruminate on the events of the day and how they might inform his future actions. The best course for the moment was to find grounding and calm while they waited for the chaos that had overtaken Lotus Cove to settle. 

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