#debellatis

[gabessquishytum]

Hi Gabe! Hope you're well! This one was inspired by this art

There's a statue in the middle of the woods near the village Morpheus lives in. No one knows from where it came nor for how long it has been there, but everyone knows one thing: sometimes, if you ask and you're lucky enough, it can grant you a wish.

Some people believe the statue grants the wishes based on how worthy you are, some believe it's based on how worthy the wish itself is. Some believe it's pure luck, and some believe it's all a load of bullshit, complete coincidence. Morpheus doesn't know what to believe.

He has seen the statue a few times before, when he was still young - it's a plump man, with thick arms, thighs and chest, a belly that rests confortably on his lap, wavy hair that reaches strong shoulders and frames a face that is so beautiful and serene it has made more than one person cry. The man is sat on a boulder and a single piece of cloth wraps his body in gentle folds, and his position makes it seem like he's offering his hands and a conforting smile to whoever is kneeling before him.

He didn't see the statue for years after he left the village in pursue of a life with Nada - that is, before Nada decided she wanted nothing to do with him. Nor did he see it after Alianora, or Killala, or Thessaly. Even Calliope, the one he believed was his soulmate from the moment they locked eyes, had broken their courting.

Too clingy, they said. Always hovering, always wishing to be close, always offering food and disrupting whatever they were doing, until he himself got lost in his drawings and paintings and they couldn't get a hold of him for days, sometimes weeks. Drawings and paintings in which he poured his love for them, only for them to leave before it was finished - and then Morpheus would throw the canvases and sheets of paper in the fire.

The day after Calliope left, Morpheus came back to the village. He haunted his home for days, and then the grounds when he started feeling too empty. He started going farther and farther from the estate each night, until he happened upon the clearing and the statue. And Morpheus let himself believe, just for a single moment.

He kneled before the statue, placed his hands above the man's, looked into his eyes, and wished for someone who would let him love them, and love him back just as fiercelly.

The next day, Morpheus woke up to a man resting on the settee and smiling at him, a single piece of cloth wraping his golden, furry body in gentle folds.

(is this anything? idk lol Have a good day!)

Hmnnnggg yeH this is something. Still haven't played bg3 btw but I still get very excited when I see Gale art. Esp if he gets to have some tummy.

I absolutely love this. First the idea of Dream kneeling in supplication before the statue and just wishing for someone to love! Someone who will stay! Someone who will understand. He feels a little bit silly but it's actually rather comforting, and he stays a long time with his cheek pressed against the statue's thigh. If nothing else, he's released some pent up emotions.

But the next day his life changes forever. The statue is sitting in his house - except it isn't a statue anymore. Its a real, flesh and blood man. With dimpled cheeks and gentle eyes. Dream can't do anything except stare in complete loss and confusion.

"So sorry to barge in." The man says. "But you did make a wish, didn't you? I heard, and I thought... well, I'm sure I could love you in the way that you're looking for."

Dream sits down heavily, with his mouth still hanging open. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say! This man is too beautiful to be true, he's sure that he must be dreaming. How on earth could a statue come alive, and why would he choose to grant Dream’s wish???

"I'll make some tea. I know it's a lot to take in." The man says kindly. "I'm Hob. In case you were wondering."

And he walks off to put Dream’s kettle on the stove, carelessly allowing his fabric covering to shift over his body as it pleases. Dream gulps, staring at Hob’s soft swaying arse cheeks. If this is a dream, then he never wants to wake up!

#debellatis #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[theophagie-remade]

Nothing's quite as terrifying as finding a lone disembodied insect wing while cleaning your drawers methinks

#*chuckles in entomophobia*. what the fuck. #it's like. long...? 🤢 #not Long long but like. not round. you know. #anyway i want to set this house on fire. prima gli acari mo questo io vorrei sapere che ho fatto di male #almeno gli acari dovremmo averli debellati però davvero queste ultime settimane sono state un inferno #mytext

[thegrandslam]

La Todde che canta bella ciao appena viene annunciata la vittoria

#Vabbe dai #E ANCHE STA VOLTA LI ABBIAMO DEBELLATI STI FASCI #la sardità.

[windsweptinred]

Thank you for the tag @illumi-nati-png 😁. I should be sleeping, but this was far too entertaining. 😅

Anywho I was challenged to do this piccrew game.

Me and Moon the cat. I pretty much live in shorts these days until the howling gales of Yorkshire force me into trousers. I think I was possessed by the spirit of a pe teacher at some point in life. 😅

Anywho... I'm tagging @marvagon @bobbole @ibrithir-was-here @mashumaru @thirrith and @debellatis because I keep seeing you nipping in to like and reblog and wanted to say hello. 😅

#ask game

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for a Fic...

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1. Hey so I was wonderin if you knew any fics where like Wei Wuxian has his own Sect? Like in any context lmaoo bonus points for if they have Wei in their name / Eyy, do you guys have a reclist for Yiling Wei sect? Thank you! @debellatis

YilingWei Sect AU Comp

Due Process by Kytrin, Mslead (E, 279k, WangXian, XiChengSang, Poly Junior Quartet, Modern AU, Foxxian, dragonji, Genderfluid WWX, WWX identifies as male, Organized Crime, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of child abuse, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Reincarnation)

The Murder of Crows by cerbykerby (M, 101k, wangxian, slow burn, pining, yiling wei sect au, fluff & angst, dark, romance, WIP)

💖 Echo, Murmur, Dream, Here by bluerainmist (M, 51k, wangxian, canon divergence, WWX survives, sect leader WWX, yiling wei sect au, slow burn, angst w/ happy ending, getting together, pining, love confessions, reunions, mind all the tags)

The Yiling Laozu is Crashing the Cultivation Conference! by Basingstoke (G, 5k, WangXian, yiling wei sect, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence)

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2. I don't know if it's the right place to ask but i was searching for fics where wwx is an asshole to lwj but most I've read are lwj being too forgiving. So i was hoping to find fics where wwx has to coax lwj or you know work hard to get him back or something.

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3. For the next 'ITMF' I'm in the mood for any fanfics where after wwx's death lwj just completely breaks down, like screaming orr crying his heart out, it can have happy ending or not I just want to suffer.

Traditions of Grief by ReleasedFromHisCage (Not Rated, 574, WangXian, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Hurt No Comfort, Canon Compliant)

Thick Blood Warms Cold Silk by GravityWinsAgain (M, 2k, wangxian, inquiry, blood loss, angst, crying LWJ, self harm)

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4. Can I get recs for fics where wangxian meet in a virtual world or video game?

simping for hanguang-jun by defractum (nyargles) (T, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, YouTubers WangXian, Fluff, Among us game, Streamer AU) (link in #9)

between the lines by fading_fast (G, 19k, WangXian, Modern AU, Gaming, Pining)

watch me fall by ilip13 (E, 23k, WangXian, Science Fiction, Modern with Magic, Canon Divergence, Porn With Plot, Virtual Reality, Sex Work, (sort of), Exhibitionism, Masochism, Identity Porn, Brief or not so brief mentions of:, Bondage, Breathplay, Masturbation, Spanking, Consensual Non-Consent, Self-Mutilation, Dubious Consent, Edgeplay, Non-Linear Narrative, Unreliable Narrator, gratuitous use of telepathy magic, Isolated/Trapped, Dom/sub Undertones, Happy Endin)

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5. Hiii, for the next in the mood for post can I have WWX and LWJ getting together in the cloud recesses study arc please? Could be from anything as long as it’s fluffy

The one where Madam Yu didn't hate WWX so Wangxian have an arranged marriage series by PorcupineGirl (G, 10k, wangxian, cloud recesses study arc, YZY pov, protective YZY, arranged marriage, teen romance)

🧡Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 438k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

joined delight by RoseThorne (M, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, fast burn, Making Out, Marking, Frottage, Marathon Sex, Implied Sexual Content, Love at First Sight, Swords, Horniness, POV Third Person, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc)

Three changes. by orange_crushed (M, 18k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Cloud recesses study Era, Friends to Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Hurt/comfort)

Unstoppable by Netrixie (T, 149k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Eventual Happy Ending, Unreliable Narrator, Slow Burn, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Wolf-shifter WWX, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, Fix-It, Werewolf, Shapeshifters)

Just say yes by edenwolfie (T, 10k, WangXian, Matchmaking, Pining, Oblivious, Biting, Getting Together, Canon Divergence, POV Alternating, Fluff, First Kiss, Declarations Of Love, Humor, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Good Uncle LQR)

🧡All at Once It's You by tiptoe39 (E, 28k, WangXian, Accidental Bonding, Love Curse, AU: No Plot Happens, The Wens Are Not Evil, Gusu Lan Summer School, CQL Universe, But I Stole a Scene from the MDZS Novel, JC is a Supportive Brother????, There is One (1) Sex Scene, Internalized Homophobia)

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6. Hi do you have  any fanfiction  of (orphan_account)  of wangxian . If you do can u send me link. Really  want to read some @sadritsuka12

Ever yours, by orphan_account (T, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Case Fic, Parallels, Epistolary, Mutual Pining, Love Letters, College/University, cultivation university, Reckless WWX, POV Alternating)

hope blooms by orphan_account (T, 3k, WangXian, Hanahaki Disease, Pining, Amnesia, Epistolary, Fluff, with a soupçon of angst I guess?, idk i feel like we all calibrate angst differently, Happy Ending)

°~°Sugar Dating°~° by orphan_account (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, POV Alternating, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Courtesy Names, Mentions of Mental Illness, mentions of unhealthy coping, mentions of self punishment, CEO LWJ)

🧡 For you, I will by orphan_account (M, 24k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, WWX is trying to fix a mess, Sharing a Bed, Hurt/Comfort, Light-Hearted, Domestic Fluff, A-Yuan has both of them as parents, courting, Cultivation Partners)

And Then We Kissed by orphan_account (E, 68k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, First Kiss, Getting Together, Secret Relationship, Almost no war, it's resolved quickly and almost glossed over, Fluff and Smut, Franken canon, Mostly CQL compliant, Crack Treated Seriously, Weddings, Wedding Planning, Wedding Night, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

Lotus Cakes and Murder Mysteries (Mo Dao Zu Shi Modern AU) - 莲饼侦探 by orphan_account (G, 35k, WangXian, SongXiao, Modern AU, A'Yuan being precious, LWJ is hopelessly in love, jyl is alive, young juniors, bakery shop owner wwx, also detective wwx, and detective xxc)

Don't worry, we'll fix this by orphan_account (T, 20k, wangxian, time travel, cultivation partners, fixing things up, sharing a bed, dragons, fluff, raising kids)

flux by orphan_account (E, 60k, wangxian, post-canon, curses, case fic, bodyswap, sharing a body, psychic bond, love confessions, angst w/ happy ending, slow burn, smut)

You Are My Euphoria by orphan_account (M, 18k, wangxian, fluff, making out, 5+1, pining)

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7. ITMF request here, I've seen a lot of art for mothxian recently but not as many fics... Could anyone point me towards ur fav mothxian fics? Thank you ^^

Fairy Dust by Zer0Two (M, 6k, WangXian, BAMF WWX, Also maybe a little Eldritch WWX, Tinkerbell to Mothman real fast, Moth WWX, witch lwj, SS thinks he's hot shit, Macro/Micro, The non-sexy kind. sorry, SS thinks WWX has The Audacity, Kidnapping, demeaning language, Comedy, Fantasy, Wing Kink, Bathing/Washing, Non-Explicit Sex, Some Fluffy?)

Why would a moth want the moon? by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 4k, wangxian, shapeshifters au, moth WWX, weaver LWJ, fluff & angst, grief, implied sex, canonical cottage core fantasy)

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8. heyyyy lovely mods i humbly request social media fics for the next itmf please and thank you 😘

you go your way (i’ll go your way, too) by fakeplasticlily (E, 52k, WangXian, Modern AU, fashion blogger au, social media influencers, Travel, Falling In Love, Pining, Humour, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, fashion bloggers wwx and nhs, gaming streamer jc, Romantic Comedy)

WeHateDogs by trippednfell (T, 4k, wangxian, modern, social media au, fluff & crack)

#1 on this post has some you might like

The Lotus Pier Restaurant and Bakery Café by stiltonbasket (G, 1k, WangXian, ChengQing, NieLan, Modern AU, Bakery and Coffee Shop, a chronicle in yelp reviews, ships are mostly background, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Yelp Review)

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9. Hi! i hope you're ok!! for the next itmf i want wangxian tiktok/ YouTube fics. could be small or big. the length doesn't matter. could be sfw or nsfw too!! and if it's nsfw i would like if it was bottom wwx

How to Draw Clouds, a Guide by Little Apple’s Emotional Support Human by sweetiejelly (M, 7k, wangxian, modern, youtube, pets, getting together, fluff & humor)

you go your way (i’ll go your way, too) by fakeplasticlily (E, 52k, WangXian, Modern AU, fashion blogger au, social media influencers, Travel, Falling In Love, Pining, Humour, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, fashion bloggers wwx and nhs, gaming streamer jc, Romantic Comedy) link in #8

like, comment, share & subscribe by detectorist (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, YouTube, Social Media, Flirting, Humour, Banter, Getting Together, First Kiss, Texting, so much texting, Youtubers For Social Justice, The Gang Gets Political, Competitive Flirting Via The Medium Of Youtube, it's about the yearning, YouTube Rivals To Lovers)

【那夏天的我們】a stroke of fate by puddingcatbeans (G, 59k, WangXian, Modern AU, YouTuber WWX, Musician LWJ, Farmer WWX, Fluff, Slice of Life)

simping for hanguang-jun by defractum (nyargles) (T, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, YouTubers WangXian, Fluff, Among us game, Streamer AU)

[restoration exercise - no talking] by spookykingdomstarlight (M, 18k, WangXian, Model WWX, ASMR YoutTuber LWJ, Strangers to Lovers, Meet-Cute, Long-Distance Relationship, Identity Porn, Fluff, Light Angst, Loneliness, Yearning)

pov: you give your crush a makeover by grapesoda (T, 7k, WangXian, F/F, Modern AU, Social Media, tiktok au, Female LWJ, Female WWX, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Getting Together, Humor, Makeovers, alt tiktok wwx, makeup artist lwj, lapslock)

Tiktok AU Series by Selene210 (T/E, 16k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Tags vary per story)

TikTok by Lan_Zhan_toes (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Crack Treated Seriously, TikTok, Misunderstandings, Fluffy Ending, Cuddling & Snuggling)

Finding the love of my life on douyin! by countingcr0ws (E, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Rule 63, LWJ Has Large Breasts, Social Media, Romance, Fluff, Cunnilingus, Nipple Licking, Female WWX, Female LWJ, Online Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Smut, TikTok, Footnotes, BAMF WWX)

Cloud Nine by mssdare (E, 80k, WangXian, Modern AU, Depression, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Substance Abuse, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, Suicidal Thoughts, they are all videobloggers, ASMR, Youtuber LWJ, youtuber WWX, bilibili, Social Media, wwx is a squirming bottom, Getting Together, getting better, Happy Ending, Intercrural Sex, Shower Sex, Sleepy Cuddles, Videoblogging, Sexual Dysfunction, Erectile Dysfunction, Anal Sex, Domestic Bliss, Nightmares, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, hand holding, side effects of medication, Slow Pace, very light D/s undertones if you squint)

🧡a baby rabbit is called a kitten and other fun facts by aurora_chiroptera (G, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, this is really a kid fic in a lot of ways hidden in a youtube/social media au, Mutual Pining, NHS uses they/them pronouns, JZX is a trans lesbian and uses she/her pronouns, Child LSZ, Long-Distance Relationship, (kinda?), Fluff, and bunnies, Soft WangXian, Good Parent WWX, Single Parent WWX, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Nonbinary NHS, LWJ Has Friends, set in the US)

i hear your name in the wind by meanderingroad (T, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, POV Alternating, Social Media, vlogger!WWX, Pining, Misunderstandings, Texting, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Idiots in Love, WangXian.mp3, WWX talks about his feelings, Yunmeng trio bonding, Identity Porn)

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10. Hey i am in mood for a fic where lan zhan and wei ying have a silly fight and they are being literal kids in the fight and then somehow get back to normal

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11. For the next ITMF post can you recommend some wangxian fics of WWX finding out about LWJ being whipped right after it happens?

🧡Ghosts Shouldn't by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 15k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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12. Hello hello! I was hoping to make a request for a future itmf post if you don't mind! I was wondering if you knew of any fics that are kind of sbwy, but instead of it being drawn out and full of angst, he's just 100% immediately on board the moment he finds out lwj has feelings for him. He hadn't even realized that was an option! Not only is lwj his favorite person, but HE is also LWJ'S favorite person, and they can even kiss about it! Vibes like that 😂 I just want a wwx who is so excited the very moment he realizes it's something that can happen. Thank you so much!! @suibian800

year of peaches by fruitys (M, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, Strangers to Lovers, Getting Together, Compulsory Heterosexuality, First Dates, Slice of Life, First Kiss, drunk lwj battles a claw machine)

New Habit by Medegela (M, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pining, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, and they were ROOMMATES, straight boy wwx my beloved, straight boy as in comphet is hard to deal with, Touch-Starved LWJ, Light Angst, Mutual Masturbation, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Flirting, and lots of hugging, Texting, mentions of lwj/others)

When the Day Met the Night by Khashana (E, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, BDSM, Friends With Benefits To Lovers, Getting Together, Subdrop, Domdrop, Safeword Use, Aftercare, Under-negotiated Kink, Mildly Dubious Consent, (but still better than canon), Hair Pulling, Bondage, Praise Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Consensual Non-Consent, light painplay, Straight Boy WWX (sarcastic), Implied/Referenced Suicide Attempt (Past), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse (not wwx or lwj), past XianQing, one-line reference to wq/jc, gay revelation, Sub wwx, dom lwj)

What is this? Doordash for rabbits?? by todesesser (M, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Vampire, Crack, Comphet WWX shenanigans, vampire lwj, Silly, handjob)

abort retry fail by aroceu (E, 21k, wangxian, amnesia, married WX, internalized homophobia, handholding, smut, canon-typical kink, fluff & humor, SBWY)

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13. hi, for ITMF, can I get recs for secret relationship wx? If nsfw preferably bottom wwx only.

Always Be Closing by betts (E, 30k, wangxian, WWX/WQ, office, banking, divorce, secret relationship)

After the Final Rose by azurewaxwing (E, 55k, wangxian, modern, reality show au, secret relationship, fluff & angst, happy ending, bachelor LWJ, cameraman WWX, smut)

Let's See How Long Nobody Notices by narikanyan (M, 10k, wangxian, modern, model LWJ, teck genius WWX, celebrity au, secret relationship, engagement, fashion designer LWJ, living together)

Better off as lovers by like_a_bird_that_flew (T, 2k, wangxian, modern, established relationship, teen wangxian, supportive big brother LXC, PDA, coming out, high school au, secret relationship)

Everything's growing in our garden by like_a_bird_that_flew (T, 3k, wangxian, modern, coming out, supportive big brother LXC, family feels, established relationship, fluff, light angst w/ happy ending, humor)

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14. Hello! Your blog is one of my favorites, thank you for the work you do!!💜 For a future itmf, I’d love y’all’s favorite Yanli or Zixuan centric fics! Any pairing is fine, I just love them a lot as characters. Thank you! @the-vaguely-shifting-void​

I would let you hold my heart in your hands by unnecessary (E, 21k, JC/JZX, modern, getting together, BDSM, under-negotiated kink, kink negotiation, pining, past JYL/JZX, miscommunication, aftercare, check the tags, WIP)

❤️ Love made visible by Moominmammashandbag (M, 30k, JYL/WZL, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Amputation, Major Character Injury, Sibling Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, cooking as cultivation, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Sexual Assault, inadequate parenting, Family Angst, Dysfunctional Family, Protective Siblings, Near Drowning, heterosexual fluff, Amnesia)

peacemaker no more  by thelastdboy (G, 6k, JYL & WWX & JC, Jiangs & WWX, JYL   & Wen  remnants, JYL & WQ, wangxian, modern, no powers au, chronic illness, JYL pov, not JC friendly, mental health issues)

This other war by Misila (T, 29k, JYL/JZX, JLY centric, politics, war, romance, slow burn, family, angst, misogyny, character death)

When the world is calm and still by handwritten (onefromanotherworld) (G, 497, rest and rejuvenation, peaceful moment, Post-Sunshot Campaign, queen of self-care, Slice of Life, Comfort, soft, Lotus Pier, Lotus flowers)

Rise of the Peacock by JustAWanderingBabbit (Not Rated, 67k, WIP, JZX & MY, XuanLi, 3Zun, Canon Divergence, Re:Birth/Transmigration, Drabble to Full Story, Attempted Sexual Assault, unwanted sexual touching) at the point of his death at Qiongqi Pass, JZX is sent back to his first fight with WWX in the Cloud Recesses, and seeks to set things right from there.

Collar by Lunatasha (M, 2k, XuanLi, Modern AU, BDSM, Light BDSM, Dom/sub, Getting Together, Fluff, Sweet) Domme JYL/Sub JZX; Halloween costuming provides an occasion for kink negotation

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15. Hello! 🫶🏻 I was wondering for your next “in the mood for” if you had any recs for crossover fics, specifically crossovers with fandoms outside of the mxtx or other danmei/xianxia series? And primarily focus WWX? Thank you so much for all the work you all put into the fandom! @theblueyogaball

🧡 Of Ghosts and Heroes by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 51k, AS & WWX, AS/YH, WangXian, BNHA/MHA Crossover, Dimension Travel, POV Outsider, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst)

Darkness shrouded in light by MomImBusy (T, 12k, WIP, WangXian, AS/YH, BNHA/MHA Crossover, Canon Divergence, MM Doesn't Exist, WWX is a Little Shit, WWX is here to fuck some shit up, mentions of abuse, Courtesy of the entire mdzs cast, Parental AS, Parental YH, Angst, probably, BAMF WWX, Necromancy in a quirk world)

All the Fox I Give by cinder1013 (T, 1k, Aziraphale/Crowley, WangXian, Good omens Crossover)

Come by it Honestly by ladyshadowdrake (M, 25k, Geraskier, WangXian, The Witcher Crossover, Adventure)

Crossovers & Fandom Fusions pt.1 (not including SVSSS, TGCF, WOH, Guardian)

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16. hello im looking for fics with a wangxian relationship reveal. like they've been together for a while and no one knows or some people don't know. it can be deliberate or not, the hiding i mean. preferably canon era but modern setting is welcome as well. also they can be already married or already dating. thank you very much and stay safe y'all

Fandom Wiki Doesn't Know Everything by notoneforreality (G, 2k, WangXian, Junior Quartet, Modern AU, Celebrity, Relationship Reveal, both in the romantic sense (barely), but mainly in the familial sense, kinda identity reveal?, LJY and OYZZ are massive fanboys)

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17. hi! i wanna ask for any recs that do more than passively mention how in the donghua wwx could remove and crush golden cores.

Frame of Fearsome Symmetry by donutsweeper (T, 1k, golden core transfer fix-it, demonic cultivation, dark WWX) a short AU, touching on WWX using the cores he removes.

Core-Thieving Hand by x_los (Body Horror, Fullmetal Alchemist Vibes, Nuclear Horror Vibes, Found Family, Neon Genesis Evangelion Vibes) canon divergence where WQ and WWX perform transplants with golden cores ripped from enemies.

here’s a meta Tumblr post where bladedweaponsandswishycoats raises the question and a response by Full Metal Ox (via Tumblr submission)

Glow by Quiet_crash (G, 2k, WangXian, Junior Quartet, JC & WWX) post-canon; the topic comes up when WWX, in the course of tutoring the juniors in swordsmanship, lets slip some too-detailed knowledge.

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[ghostboyjules]

tagged by a few darlings to make a lil guy in the lil guy maker : @altair214 @andtheirlovewasrenewed @debellatis thank you m'loves, this was very cute!! love all your lil guys!!

here is mine.. just love bein comfy.. some yummy cake.. this is me fr fr always in my jim jams.. chilling out..

almost forgot to post the link! whoopsies! here it is : lil guy maker ✨

tagging : @watermelon-mafia @leave-me-alone-doctor @just-j-really @hitnex @caprisun-wizard @softest-punk and @chiron-crow ; hello my loves! a few of you may have already done this, and if that's true/you don't wanna do it, this is just me saying hi and ily 💕

#jules.taggame✨ #my beloved mutuals✨ #hiiiiiii 💕💙✨💙💕✨🥰💙💕✨🥰💙🥰✨💕💙✨🥰💙💕✨

[lost-and-cursed]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Thank you for the tag @grace-of-creation 💛✨

Are you named after anyone? Yeah, after character from some silly TV show

When was the last time you cried? Duh, like yesterday. I live a sad life.

Do you have kids? A pass.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yeah, I breathe with it. Irony interchanges with sarcasm. It can be pretty hard to speak straight for a prolonged period of time.

What sports do you play/have played? I don’t. I’ve briefly done sport dancing and some kind of fighting (can’t remember the particulars)

What's the first thing you notice about other people? Idk. Their posture and manner of speech, I guess? They give off the general vibe. Maybe clothes for same reason, not quality or fashion, more of a personal style.

What's your eye colour? Green-gray, sometimes with segments of light brown. It’s changing from time to time. Sometimes they’re new leaves green and on one memorable occasion they were like a thunderstorm.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, scary movies just upset me.

Any special talents? I am suspiciously good at finding logical or textual inconsistencies and discrepancies. Helps with script doctoring, noticing deception and other

Where were you born? Ukraine

What are your hobbies? Not much, mostly fandom existence. Thinking up fan theories, discussing different media, reading fics, not much else. Maybe gathering knowledge.

Do you have any pets? Yes, a Thai cat named Taya. (Don’t judge my naming abilities)

How tall are you? 168 cm

Favourite subject at school? It’d varied. ‘Cause heavily depends on the teacher. There were times when it was math, history, english, biology, geography etc. There is hardly a subject I couldn’t have liked with a decent teacher.(except PE, we hate PE)

Dream job? Idk. Something analytical, maybe to do with consulting people, that can support my needs and lifestyle. No dress code. Average amount of contact with other people. Maybe not heavily dependent on computer use.

I have fun with filling out quizzes or answering the questions (even if I am not always ready to disclose certain information)

who the hell are mutuals anyway (is being aware of each other’s existence is enough??) I gonna tag 𝒫𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝑀𝓎 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 that my memory retained, feel free to sent me to hell or ignore certain questions🖤💥

@babushka-pirata, @minahuston, @rated-a-for-awesome, @usearki, @whitetyger123, @an-autistic-with-personhood, @incorrectclassicbookquotes, @joris-jurgen, @sockdrawerdemon, @debellatis, @vulpes-ex-machina, @anonymouslylovesyou, @teaboot, @hilaritatis, @foofyschmoofer​

#mine #tag game

[pizzakaijuisekai]

Il giorno in cui non ho fatto niente e si è rotto tutto

11 aprile 2024.

Ore 7:30

Non ho chiuso occhio. Deboroh ha miagolato non so verso quale ora, dopodiché solita notte di merda all'insegna dei cartoni animati non desiderati. Mi allenerò senza voglia, poi spesa, poi video. Ho già fame. Devo piantarla di non mangiare nulla appena sveglia. Vabbè, ormai è andata. Ho già fatto diversi lavori, oggi devo anche risolvere la questione telefono (che ovviamente va restituito, troppo una chiavica) e vedere se posso pagare a rate qualcosa che non voglio ma è l'unica roba che c'è disponibile. Un mese per rimpiazzare telefono e bicicletta e non ci sono riuscita. Allucinante.

Ieri il video spazzatura di sottomarche è fallito, quindi basta, non ripeterò più l'esperimento. Vado, chi si ferma è perduto.

Ore 12:30

Sono del tutto sorda. Seriamente. Devo iniziare a riposarmi da palestra e riposarmi in generale. Oggi non avrei dovuto fare una ceppa. Continuo a non capire questa voglia inutile di allenarmi che tanto non porta da nessuna parte. Questa è un'altra cosa che vorrei cambiare. Non ho preso manco la pillola. Infine, tanto per gradire, si è rotta la ps4. Volevo la ps5, ma io devo sempre cambiare un telefono. Non so bene da dove far uscire i soldi, quello che faccio è il massimo che posso fare e mi sembra che già sia parecchio (guadagno più adesso di quando andavo a lavorare nella vita vera). Il fatto è che da sola non è fattibile e aiuti non ce ne sono. Comincio ad avere fame. Oggi ho segnato gli orari, la cosa funziona, mi do il tempo di fare le cose e sentire appetito. A colazione ho mangiato le gallette con un paio di burri di frutta secca, molto buono. Sono riuscita a non mangiare la marmellata all'alba e sinceramente sono contenta. Avevo fame, ma niente di proibitivo.

Ho aggiornato il blog. Nient'altro.

Ore 21

Giornata vuota. La mia vita è sempre stata solo un susseguirsi di liste di cose da fare. Ho avuto sempre la fissa di dover fare cose, di imporle persino, e che fare due volte di seguito la stessa non era cosa buona perché sennò sai che palle. Quando cerco di uscire da questa routine di hobby/impegni, rimane il vuoto. Con Alfredo non si riesce a fare niente. Da quando non lavora più (ormai 5 anni) ho smesso di giocare. All'inizio pensavo fosse una coincidenza, ma no. La realtà è che lui vive su quella playstation, che io ho sempre i minuti contati e che la libertà di stare 6 ore su un videogioco, ogni giorno, io non ce l'ho. Io, a quanto pare, ho libertà di lavorare 12, ma se faccio qualcosa di mio e basta, senza scopo, non si può fare. Perché rubo il tempo a qualcosa che neppure facciamo più. Sicuramente me lo autoimpongo, questo limite (non ricordo mi abbia mai detto robe del genere), ma di fatto quello che accade è questo: ho smesso di giocare. La playstation non è più mia. E infatti ho comprato una Nintendo, che non uso, perché non mi piace.

Sono riuscita a inserire i cartoni animati perchè sono unità brevi (e anche perché i film li avevo debellati da tempo senza neppure rimpiazzarli: piuttosto guardavo il vuoto che quella spazzatura americana). E quindi diventando un'abitudine, ormai si guardano e basta. Riesco a leggere, perché pure lì si tratta di intervalli brevi. Ma se domani volessi prendermi Dragon Dogma e giocare 24 ore (non dormire, persino, per giocare, come facevo prima)... non è più possibile. Ci fosse almeno una ragione. Tipo Questo tempo serve a questo. No, quel tempo serve a rodermi dentro, a guardare un telefono che detesto, a leggere e guardare puttanate (cosa che non posso fare nemmeno quasi mai, perché come metto un video lui ci parla sopra. Se poi tolgo il video, di nuovo silenzio per ore. Sembra quasi lo faccia apposta). Ne ho pieno il cazzo di questa vita qui. Ne ho pieno il cazzo un po' di tutto. Ma più che lamentarmi non posso fare perché non mi viene in mente nulla da fare in alternativa. ho esaurito del tutto le idee.

Stamattina alle sei avevo deciso di vedere un film. Sono le nove, prima delle nove e mezza non inizieremo a guardarlo e quello che so è che non riuscirò a guardarlo. Perché ho sonno, stanotte non ho chiuso occhio.

So che la playstation è rotta. Che il telefono è rotto. Che devo spendere altri mille euro (e questi mesi abbiamo già cambiato pc e frigorifero e aggiustato mille minchiate) di botto e la cosa mi deprime tantissimo.

Che giornata di merda.

[crossroad1960]

Altri pericolosi nazisti debellati mentre attaccavano la santa madre Russia

[gabessquishytum]

A different take on 🌘 anon's idea!

Yes, Hob recorvers after 1689, researches the occult, gets the love potion, but surprise-not really, Dream isn't of the material, he's of the metaphysical and therefore the physical love potion doesn't work, but damn if Dream doesn't take it as a courting offer! His only friend acted on his own and he couldn't have given him something that says "please love me" more if he tried - so Dream being Dream, he clings to Hob with both hands. Hob is overjoyed! He has never been happier. But the years pass and as Hob starts trying to be a better man, he also starts feeling guilty over what he did, and worried that this fake/forced relationship is doomed to fail at some point.

Here's the original ask about love potions!

Dream: so you are admitting that you spiked my drink with a love potion?

Hob: yes and I'm so so sorry and i understand if you don't want to see me again, it was wrong-

Dream, tucking his hair back like Debby Ryan: no you don't understand. I'm into it.

Seriously though, I love the idea of Hob having an existential crisis because he thinks that his whole relationship with Dream is fake and fabricated and he regrets it so much because he'll never truly know if Dream loves him or not. He makes a decision to finally give Dream the antidote - its the right thing to do, and even if he loses everything, Hob will at least know that he has been honest.

So he slips the antidote into Dream’s tea as they spend the morning together. Dream drinks his tea all cuddled up against Hob, and Hob holds him extra close just in case it's the last time. But nothing happens. Dream doesn't freak out or suddenly push Hob away. The whole day passes as usual. Hob begins to wonder if he got the antidote wrong.

But as they go to bed together that night, Dream is smirking slightly like he's amused. He slides into Hob’s lap and kisses him, teasingly. All he says is something like, "do not think that you can be rid of me so easily" - but all of a sudden Hob knows that he knows. Knows - and apparently doesn't care.

Hob is no less ashamed of himself, but he clings onto Dream even tighter. Thanking his lucky stars that he has found someone to love who is just as absolutely batshit insane as he is <3

#debellatis #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw spiking

[loxxxlay]

What’s poppin’?🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications! 🌸

awww thank you so much!!! I’m not gonna send it to anyone because I’m too exhausted right now and I still gotta write two essays tonight, ahhhh sorry (but everyone who reads this is free to do this and tag me in it if you want!!)

Fleeting things that came to mind in no particular order:

1. MY CAt, god. everything she does. from walking across the room, from licking my finger so i can groom her cute little head/cheeks, from taking one step outside in the snow, and then darting back in, from coming and finding me to sleep next to me when I’m nappinggg.... gahhhh... the source of my happiness

2. omggg the fucking Doctrine of Labyrinth series!!! holy shit. like Felix is mah boy, and I relate to him so hard, and meanwhile, I love Mildmay and I’d suck his dick any goddamn day. (Also Giddeon, pls be okay galsdk;hgls;kagaskl). I can’t thank @veliseraptor enough for reccing these books omg. they have all of my favorite kinks and tropes. Literally all

3. that YA Novel Writing class that I got into omg I’m SO FUCKING HYPE. i’m excited for that original story idea, and i’m excited for the class, and I’m excited for a couple of the classmates, who are my friends *_*

4. fucking @raisingcain-onceagain‘s academic thoughts on fanfiction (lmk if u want me to remove tag). Like I know the terms were coined on live journal, but she’s the one who made me aware of the terms affirmative and transformative in terms of fandoming, and boy, it blew my mind and just made me see fanfiction in a totally different light, and I’m still writhing with joy about that

5. the fact that I no longer get stuck on #1 where I say “my cat” and actually have easily 5 sources of happiness (and more that I didn’t even get to!!!! i.e. grandthorki, family, friends, writing, work, etc.)). Like boy, just shows how much less depressed I am than I used to be, and how far I’ve come. Like I’m actually excited for things.

Anyway yeah!!! If you are reading this, you are fucking tagged, so dooo itttt

#ask thing #debellatis #lox replies

[toomanylokifeels]

debellatis replied to your post “I don’t really feel the need for romantic interests in these shows...”

ONE OF MY FAVORITE BLOGS EVER IS FUCKING AROMANTIC YES!!!!!!!!!!

aww, thanks

i’m very aro ace

#debellatis

[thorkidumpster]

debellatis replied to your post “my nana is in kidney failure”

I am so sorry. Is there any way to help her? Are you safe? Please be safe, all of you, until something can be done.

she has an appointment to see a nephrologist on the 26th but i’m afraid. i don’t know who much longer she has. she’s diabetic, she smokes, she doesn’t take care of herself, but god, she’s only 65. she should just be settling into retirement.

i don’t know what needs to be done right now. 

#debellatis

[g-w-3-d-damn]

Tricky Treats and Torture Candy (Loki’s Naughty Candy Shop)  Part 1

She stepped over the cracks in the drab concrete, application and resume in hand.  She printed it on plain white nondescript paper.  In the overcast sun, the faded gray streetlamps granted no light to the cramped shaded alley.  Disrepair and neglect crept to the storefront of the Tricky Treats candy store.

She thought, the Tricky Treats Candy Store?  When did that get there?

Her shoulders slumped.  She'd addressed her cover letter and filled out an application for the Torture Candy Sex Shop.  She'd passed the shop on several nights, spotted a Now Hiring sign, googled it, and found her way here.  A similar 'now hiring' sign hung between the brightly colored candy striped pillars of the flamboyant storefront.  In the window, a rainbow assortment of delights awaited purchase; colored spiral pops in purple and pink, orange caps atop magenta bottles, green candy canes, flowers of white icing atop violet petals dotted with tiny red berries their center, plus an oceanwave-like poof of cotton candies dyed blue and spun before a curtain of red Twizzlers all stood in stark contrast against the outside world full of ashen, cracked streets and the chipped, faded paints of the alley walls.  

A bit of her reflection in the glass showed a childlike happiness, a glitter in her eyes at the vision of sweets.  Upon seeing this reflection, she straightened her shoulders and pursed her lips as if to say Happy doesn't look right on me... Ugh, they'll probably force me to smile at this job.  She sighed to herself and entered the store to apply.  The job would not involve sales for the toys she loved, but she figured that at least if they hired her, she would not starve.

So she stepped across the threshold of flamboyancy and into the Tricky Treats Candy Shop, Home of the Trickster's Delight™.

Inside, pinatas of all sorts imaginable hung from the railing of the stairs to the loft, and along the loft railing as well.  A gilded sign and a red velvet rope across the stairs signified that the upstairs area was reserved for employees, only.  A large urn filled with decorated sticks advertized the various prices for the pinatas on display; the sticks were sold separately, and each stick did match a pinata above. Clear jars of candies assorted by color lined a rainbow wall.  A sickeningly pink frilly apron hung upon a coat rack near the door. Sunlight streamed in through the window and highlighted the stacks of Heart Shaped Boxes in various states of decorative gaudiness.  One heart shaped box laid open upon the workspace counter.

The workspace consisted of a reflective epoxy countertop which held an old-timey cash register and a large gumball machine, its globe filled with jawbreakers.  Behind this counter sat a workbench, above which sat shelves of mysterious gift-wrapped product.  An ornate four-tiered cascading chocolate fountain was anchored into the edge of the workbench.  Price tags cut in little squares in pastel colors, some underlined red to denote a sale, marked the shelf under each well-organized line of colorful products.  The products were eclectic in their design; A line of ceramic jars whose lids were replaced with white cloth were tied tight with red hemp.  Tubs and boxes were wrapped in colorful papers and tied tight with hemp or ribbon. Stacks of round, peach colored tins with gold etched in bevels joined gold boxes with red lacquered strawberries on the shelves.  White paper packages with lavender and sky blue labels sat on the shelves above a set of cabinet doors with brass handles.  The thin, babyfaced man behind the counter left this cabinet door ajar, which gave her a glimpse at the rolls of tissue paper and ribbon and wrapping supplies within.  The man snipped a bit of gaudy ribbon, neon orange with a magenta stripe down it's center.  He slipped the ribbon between his elegant pale thumb and the edge of his sharp silver scissors, and pulled.  The ribbon hissed as it slipped between the pad of this thumb and the bladed edge, and curled beautifully at the end of the scrape.  He wound this ribbon onto an equally gaudy heart shaped box before the tiny bell above the door jingled and caused him to look up at her.  She wondered why the bell failed to jingle when she first arrived.  Little did she know, he wondered the same thing.

“My apologies,” he said, “I didn't hear you come in, may I help you find something?”

“I'm... looking for a job if you know where I can find one of those,” she said.

“A jo- Oh, right, the hiring sign,” he said.

He sighed as if he wished someone else he knew would have applied for the job sooner.

“Well,” he said, “let me see your application.  You did bring one, yes?”

“Yes, but um, it was for, hey wait!” she said.

He plucked the papers out of her hand and read over them.  And as he read, his smirk grew.

“Okay dude, look, I was looking for this other place, google said it was right here, and here it isn't, but I still need a job, so-”

“I can't accept this application,” he said.

“Is it because it's for the other place?” she asked.

“What other place?” he asked.

“You know, the sex shop?” she said.

“Oh, no the sex shop is not a problem.  Why would the sex shop be a problem?” he asked.

“I mean, it's not a problem, that's the job I wanted,” she said.

“Hmm. Anyway, I'm afraid I can't accept an application without a name on it,” he said.

“Excuse me?” She said.

He turned the application around to reveal the fields for a first and last name were both blank.  The sight took her aback.  She knew she wrote her name on the application, it was the first thing she did after printing it out.

“Oh, well, I have a pen, may I have the application back and I'll scribble that information in,” she suggested.

“You know it's quite unprofessional, to give an application, resume, and cover letter, all without a name,” he chuckled.

“Quit messin' with me,” she said.

He turned around her resume and cover letter.  Where she had once printed her name in the header in large font capital letters, nothing had printed.  At the end of her cover letter, the last word was “Regards,” without a name written afterwards.  She wondered if she was dreaming, or if she'd had a seizure or stroke at an early age.

“You know, if you don't want them knowing your real name at the sex shop, you can use a fake name,” he suggested.

“Uh, I don't mind if they know my real name,” she said, “they kinda need that for tax purposes, right?”

“Not really.  Do you perhaps have a stripper name?”

“A what?”

“A stripper name.  A street name?  A … sex toy worker name?  Hell, even a tumblr username?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Because we have to put something on this application before you can turn it into the sex shop, and your real name just won't do,” he said, “So, what would you like to be called.... Miss?”

“Communication is usually my strong suit, I apologize, let me just think-”

“Miss Communication, it is, then,” Loki said.

He scribbled Miss Communication on her application.

“Uh...” she stammered.

“Mind if I call you Miss Cum, for short?” He asked.

She burst out laughing.

“Sure, that's fine, just put down whatever you think will land me the job,” she said.

She reached her hand out to him, with the intent of shaking hands.

“So Hi, I'm Miss Communication!  Apparently, I answer to Miss, or Come. What's your name?” she asked.

He took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently.

“Loki,” he said.

The magic bell tinkled frantically.  Loki looked past Miss' shoulder and squeezed her fingertips in excitement.

“And here comes our most important customer!” he whispered.

He dropped her hand, stood up straight, and brushed his hair back over his ears.  Miss turned, but saw no one in the shop.  

“Quick, hide yourself,” Loki said.

“Eh, what?” she said.  

Loki pulled her behind the counter and pressed for her to stay down.  A shadow passed over the door, and in walked a tall, broad shouldered man with long thick hair and ice blue eyes.  He greeted Loki with a thunderous voice.

“Hello again!” the man said!

“Ah, Thor! Welcome back!  How are you today?”

“I'm well!  Thank you for asking,” Thor said.

Miss peeked over the counter.  She lost the will to hide upon seeing the tan muscular man's broad smile.

“Holy shit,” she said as she popped up from behind the counter.

“Oh, hello!” Thor said.

Loki cleared his throat.

“Thor, this is Miss, Miss, Thor.  Miss, could you go run the IC inventory in the stockroom for me?” Loki said.

“Hi,” Miss said to Thor.

Under the counter, Loki pushed her away from them.

“Get lost, I have work to do,” Loki muttered.

“Uh huh,” Miss said.

Thor smiled, looked at his feet and scoffed to himself.  He looked back to the pair, locked eyes with Miss, and spoke eagerly.

“So I came by to pick up something special for my girlfriend,” he said.

Miss' jaw tightened in pained disappointment as Thor emphasized the word girlfriend, however, she retained her goofy grin.  Thor turned his attention onto Loki.

“And I just knew you'd have something amazing for me to give her,” Thor said.

“Well, I was just working on something amazing, but it's not quite done yet!” Loki said.

Loki waved his elegant hand over the gaudy heart-shaped box with the crazy magenta striped neon orange ribbon.

“Perfect! I have some time, is it a bother if I stay?  I love to watch you work,” Thor crooned.

“I vote stay,” Miss said.

Loki, blushing from the compliment, elbowed her.  He gave her a look that both silenced and comforted her.  His look was one part “you're in no trouble, but play along,” and one part “let me handle this, I've got a plan.”

“Of course it's no bother!” Loki said to Thor.

To Miss, he whispered, “keep quiet or you're fired before you even fill out the w-4.”

Loki cleared his throat and returned to work.

“Trainees,” he scoffed, “am I right?”

Loki curled another ribbon for the gaudy heart-shaped box.  He selected a cardboard insert for the box and lined it with an azure tissue paper. He side-eyed Miss as he took a gold tin with enamel cherries inlaid from the freezer.  Miss looked at Thor.  Thor beamed, concentrated on everything Loki did.  Miss turned her attention to Loki.  He removed a small red fruit, a cherry.  The neglected cherry pitter rested on a hook on a pegboard near the fountain.  He dipped the cherry, pit and all, into the fountain by the stem, and sat it upon a tiny circle of pinkish paper.  After repeating this process six more times, he reached for a shaker full of sprinkles.  Miss watched as his hand glided past the sprinkles and to what appeared to be a shaker of crushed red pepper.  He shook out an even coating of the pepper, then reached for a pippete bag, filled with a hot pink icing.  He wound the stem in spiral of this icing and wrapped these six up.  He transferred them to six out of the thirteen divots in the cardboard spacer.  He then prepared to make six more, but as Miss squinted, she noticed that whatever fruit he pulled did not look like a ripe cherry.  This fruit looked wrinkled.  As he pulled the next one, she spotted it clearly; these were carolina reapers.

Miss's eyes widened and she looked at Thor to see if he noticed.  He had the exact same studious, unchanged beaming smile on his face as when Loki first began his work.  Reapers dipped, iced, and wrapped up, six more filled the divots.  Loki pulled a special clear plastic container from the stainless steel refrigerator.  Inside, a piece that looked like an ornate corsage shone through with pearlescent violet petals and dewdrops crafted with boiled sugar glaze.  Loki uncovered the artisenal confection, scooped it into the center of the heart-shaped box.  Thor beamed.

“Beautiful,” Thor said.

“Thank you for the compliment, I am glad you enjoy it!” Loki said.

He closed up the box and sealed it with the gaudy neon ribbon.  Thor took out his wallet, handed Loki some bills, received his change and left with a polite wave to Miss.  She watched his sculpted ass as he left.  As the magic bell tinkled to denote his exit, Miss turned to Loki with her hand in the air.

“Fuck the hell yes!  Way to get my back with that mystery girlfriend, you are awesome!” she said.

“Your back?  I've been poisoning this mystery bitch for months, believe me, Miss, I am doing this all for myself,” he said.

“Wait, for clarity, you gay is good, you poisoning people is bad,” she said.

“Oh please, I never send her anything I wouldn't let him eat on accident. So no, it won't kill her, not that I haven't thought about it, but I want it to make her wish she was dead,” Loki said, “so at this point I've hit her with the hottest, foulest, nastiest flavoring I can find and she still won't fucking break up with him.”  

He slumped hopelessly against the counter and looked toward the door with longing.

“He must be absolutely incredible in the sack,” he said.

“Have you tried sending him back with, like, normal shit?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Like, normal, delicious chocolates, in a pretty box with a nice note,” she said.

“Why would I do that?” He asked.

“Because, I mean, he keeps bringing her what you send, doesn't that kinda mean she likes it?”

Loki sighed.

“You might be right.  He's a kinky bitch, I know that,” Loki said, “it's very possible she likes the suffering.”

“How do you know he's kinky?” Miss asked.

“Work here for a couple of weeks,” Loki said, “you'll understand real quick.”

“So, does that mean I got the job?” Miss asked.

“Can you start tonight?” Loki asked.

“Uh, I mean, I'm here, so, sure, I guess?” Miss asked.

“Then you're hired,” Loki said, “go put on that apron.”

She looked to the coat rack by the door, upon which the sickeningly pink frilly apron hung.  She looked back to his uniform, a striped shirt and black slacks and tie.

“I don't have to wear one if you don't,” she said.

“You're no fun,” he said.

“Look, if I'm really working here tonight, you should probably show me what I'm supposed to be doing,” she said. “Oh, you're working,” Loki said, “I was just about to take down the Now Hiring sign and lock up for the night.”

“Wait, if I'm working tonight, and you're locking up now, what am I supposed to do?”

“Training,” he said cryptically.

He walked out the door and tugged on the Now Hiring sign.  He turned the hanging Open signboard to Closed on his way back inside.  The neon open signs shut themselves off, and velvet curtains of deep violet descended over the windows to hide the treats within.

“Miss? I'll need you to stand over here, please,” Loki said.  

He gently held her by the wrist and guided her away from the workspace. The business cards on the cash register each jumped into the air and flipped, one by one.  Before the jump, each white card read “Tricky Treats Candy Shop, Home of the Trickster's Delight™!” in candyapple red ink.  After the flip, the black backside of each card contained candyapple red lettering which read “Torture Candy Sex Shop” and in much smaller letters below, “(Also the Home of the Trickster's Delight™)”.

“What the theoretical fuck,” she muttered.

“Oh dear, I'm afraid I'm not accustomed to having others in the shop for the transition,” he said, “please pardon me.”

Loki pulled her against his chest just as a squadron of sexy mannequins pranced past with boxes of gear.  She yelped as their chests collided.  He slid his hand to the small of her back and took her other hand in his.  He pushed his right toe between her feet, then kicked it out to step to the right, pushing her foot to the right in the process, causing her to step to the right along with him.

“Terribly sorry, try to keep the tip of your toes pointed towards mine, and if I push, you step back,” he said as he pushed her.

She stepped back.  A mannequin bolted behind Loki, hauling the hot, still cascading chocolate fountain.

“And if I pull you, you step forward,” he instructed.

His right foot stepped backward, so she stepped forward with her left, kept the toes of her left shoe pressed against the toe of his right. He pulled her, she stepped forward as he stepped back.  She collided against him as he stopped abruptly.  Mannequins shot by them on every side, and when he pushed her forward again his legs spread to take impossibly long steps.  She strained and reached backwards with her heels in an attempt to keep up with his wide gait.  The inner seams of their pants crossed paths and built friction between their legs as they waltzed among the chaos.  He pressed his back against the back of a bent mannequin, which lifted and swiveled to its left.  Loki swiveled to his left, kept their backsides together, and Miss twirled to the right to compensate.  The mannequin walked away and Loki swiveled again.  When Miss twirled herself into place, she felt her rump brush against the edge of the counter.

“Up,” he said.

He lifted on her waist, and she bounced up to sit on the counter.  He jumped up and straddled her lap with his knees on the countertop as a mannequin ran a swiffer broom beneath them.  She looked at him with a face full of uncertainty at the correctness of their intimate proximity.  Loki smirked.  His eyebrows darted up for a instant, as he pulled away from her face and pressed against her breastbone.

“Down,” he said.

He pushed her, and her back hit flat against the countertop, as he himself hopped down and ducked below the counter until his head sunk between her open thighs.  She could not see this, as her head hung free over the opposite edge of the counter. When she looked to the ceiling, just overhead, a metal bar containing many hangers full of lingerie swished over her.  She sat up to find Loki's smirking face still between her legs.  She pointed her finger right to the cute bridge of his pale nose.

“Not unpleasant, but not okay,” she said.

“I do hope you'll pardon the mess,” he replied, “things get a bit different in here come sundown, nothing looks the same after dark here.  Not even me.”

A lollipop tree swept over his head, over her lap, and her finger caught a clear red pop.  She caught it as it fell from the tree, before it could bonk Loki on the head.  She looked down at him.  His baby face appeared to age.  The smooth, porcelain skin grew a touch more loose and porous.  Parentheses like creases pressed themselves into the edges of his muzzle, crows feet imprinted at the corners of his intense eyes.  The kiss of age rendered him no less attractive, only different.  Miss lifted the gemlike red candy.

“Can I have this,” she asked.

He stood up, put his hands around her waist and drew her from the countertop.  He took the lollipop from her and flung her towards the entrance door, but kept hold of her hand as a line of mannequins ducked down and shuffled between them under their arms.  He lifted their hands and spun back into her arms.  While he spun, he dropped the lollipop back into a second mobile lollipop tree and withdrew a different, teddy bear shaped pop.  He unwrapped it and presented it to her.

“How about this one,” he said, “it's safer!”

“Sure,” she said.

She bit the head of the lollipop and closed her lips around its round waist.  A mannequin barreled toward the two of them.  Loki, wide eyed, silently asked for a little push.  Miss pushed him forward as she pushed herself back out of its path.  Her heel caught some unseen obstacle as she stepped back.  Loki wheeled to face her, grabbed her palm as she fell, yanked her towards him, spun her back into his arms.  She looked up at him wide eyed, and sucked down the cherry flavor from her teddy bear lolly.  The magic bell tinkled out an alarm.  The mannequin squad jumped, scrambled to their final positions.  Outside the last rays of sun disappeared behind the mountains.  The candies that were left on the shelves transformed into various adult novelties and sexy sundries.  The assorted candies in the stacked glass bowls became individually wrapped specialty condoms, energy pills, and single use lubricant packets.  Packets of Fruit Stripe Gum unwrapped themselves and reformed into striped edible underwear, as displayed on one previously nude mannequin. Packets of twizzlers unwound and tied themselves in intricate Japanese knots around a rope-bondage mannequin.  The long, twisted spiral lollies in the vase turned into pyrex wands.  Miss' wide eyed expression turned to one of concerned confusion as her teddy bear melted in her mouth to take the form of a small cherry red anal plug. As she continued to suck on this new-found pacifier, it provided the same cherry flavor.

“That one does look cute in you,” he said.

He stretched out a long, elegant finger and pressed the button on the butt of the plug.  It wobbled, then the edges of Miss' lips blurred as the vibrator whirred.  She pushed the button and it pulsed rapidly, pushed once more and it switched off.  She pulled the plug from her lips with a slurp and stared at it in suspicion.  Loki smirked at her, and each new wrinkle the sunset brought with it displayed itself upon his face.

“You seem shocked at the change,” Loki said.

“I'm just surprised that it's still cherry flavored, considering, y'know, where it usually goes,” she said.

She popped the plug back in her mouth and continued to suck on it.  Loki chuckled.

“You're going to have a lot to learn from my clientele, I can already tell.”

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Nanny pt. 2

It is DONE and it’s over 3k words, good gods.

@debellatis @sociowithatardisachevyandawand @littleflowerwannabe @sani-86 @thatunwantedbard I dunno if you all wanted to be tagged but I did it anyway

CW: broken bones, one gun threat (not serious), assault via heavy handbag, hospitals, drugs (consensual), a little Horny, and uhhhh lemme know if there’s anything else, I dunno what tagging is. Also this was just for fun so I didn’t really try to keep it clean.

~

Jaskier almost sobbed when Geralt asked Jaskier to marry him; not because he loved Geralt, but because he wasn’t sure if Geralt meant it.

Of course Geralt would be grateful to Jaskier. But was he mistaking that gratefulness for love? It had happened before; people asking Jaskier to marry them just because they felt a duty to. Such engagements had never gone well.

The difference was, he wanted to say yes this time.

He swallowed hard, and said softly, “Can… can I think on it?”

Geralt nodded and tucked the box back in his pocket. “Yes,” he said. “I’m sorry I upset you.”

Jaskier shook his head. “I’m not upset, just--a little overwhelmed, right now.”

Ciri, who had just walked into the living room where they were sitting on the sofa, saw Jaskier’s face and ran to him, scrambling into his lap and hugging him. “It’s okay, Jaskier,” she said soothingly. “You can cry.”

Jaskier had to smile, and hugged her back. “Thanks, dearheart.”

Dinner was not as tense or awkward as Jaskier expected. Geralt cooked, Jaskier set the table, and Ciri tried to help them both. Jaskier shook his head at Ciri’s pleading to help with the pan-searing. He’d already had to scold Geralt for letting her stir boiling liquid with her tiny, clumsy little hands. The man simply did not understand children.

Or… maybe he did. Maybe he was just trying to let her feel included in cooking. Would they like baking? That might be fun. He could just imagine them both covered in flour and food coloring, Geralt dismayed and Ciri laughing…

No. He dragged his mind away from such thoughts. There was no point thinking such domestic things when Geralt had asked him to marry and he’d stalled. Yes, it was nice to imagine living with them as a husband and father, but he wasn’t ready.

They all ate, and talked and laughed, and Jaskier read a book to Ciri afterwards and Geralt picked her up gently when she dozed off to take her upstairs and put her to bed. Jaskier bit his lip and wondered if he should keep thinking tonight… no, there was no point. He’d just scare himself more. Better to go to bed, and think in the morning.

As he stepped into his room, he had a horrible thought. How could he continue working as a nanny if he was married and had a stepchild of his own? How would he support himself and his family? Maybe he could go back to teaching? Would Ciri mind a daycare?

Actually, it would be very good for her to go to a place with other people. She should have contact with other children.

Jaskier shook his head hard and got ready for bed. He should not think of these things when he needed to sleep. He could think about them in the morning.

But he couldn’t turn his brain off. He thought about jobs and childcare and Geralt in recovery and laws about guardianship and whether Geralt’s family would accept him or not--oh so many things racing through his brain. He couldn’t sleep until one in the morning.

~

When he woke, it was to Ciri’s laughter from downstairs. There were a lot of books and blogs that talked about how a child’s laugh was the most wonderful sound; Jaskier wondered if those people had ever been woken up by a pounding headache due to a bad night and a child laughing raucously. Jaskier got out of bed sluggishly, decided not to put on day-clothes, and walked out of his room in his baggy flannel pajama pants and MCR t-shirt. The shirt was a little small, but he really didn’t care.

Jaskier was not thinking at all when he stumbled into the kitchen, went straight to Geralt at the counter, and thumped his forehead down on Geralt’s shoulder.

“Um,” Geralt said.

“Uuugh,” Jaskier groaned in reply.

“Jaskier needs maple syrup too!” Ciri yelled, and Jaskier winced. So much noise. He wanted to lay down again, but it was his job to be up and alert. He was failing that quite badly, but Geralt’s shoulder was warm and he smelled good.

Jaskier realized this was extremely unprofessional. But Geralt didn’t mind. So surely it was okay.

Pancakes were finished, and Geralt gently pushed Jaskier to the table. Jaskier grumbled but sat down with a mug of coffee and tried to wake up.

“What’s happening today, Daddy?” Ciri asked Geralt, pouring way too much syrup on her pancakes.

Geralt shrugged. “I have to go to my job interview,” he explained, “And then I’ll pick up some carryout for dinner. Jaskier?”

Jaskier took another sip of coffee. “Maybe another trip to the park?” he asked Ciri. “Fresh air will do us both good.”

Ciri’s face lit up, and she cheered, “Yes!”

Jaskier escaped to the bathroom while Geralt played with Ciri, and took a long, warm shower, sighing in relief as his achy body relaxed. Now if he just had someone to wash his back and hair for him, this would be the perfect shower.

His mind flashed to Geralt’s rough fingers running lightly over his skin, in his hair; the warmth of Geralt standing at his back, breath quiet but hot on the back of Jaskier’s neck; pressing flush together and Geralt burying his teeth in Jaskier’s shoulder--

Jaskier lurched back to the present, and hastily scrubbed himself down, ignoring his stupid semi. This was the fourth time he’d had such thoughts and it was highly unprofessional. Geralt was his employer--although it felt more like friendship every day, and indeed, Jaskier had insisted that Geralt not pay him during the legal battles. But still. It felt… wrong.

Shame made his semi go down and made his headache come back. But he was clean, so there wasn’t much point in staying hidden. He sighed heavily and turned off the water, shivering as his body cooled, and got out of the shower--just in time for Ciri to bang on the bathroom door and yell, “JASKIERRRR DADDY’S GONE, CAN WE GO TO THE PARK NOW?”

“Just a moment, dear one,” Jaskier called back, hurrying to dry off and put on clean clothes. He had already had the experience of an impatient Ciri bursting into the bathroom while he was still naked. She didn’t do it to Geralt; only Jaskier.

She groaned dramatically and stomped her foot, but did not barge in or yell more. Jaskier finished dressing, tossed his towel in the hamper, and opened the door. Ciri was pouting magnificently, but when Jaskier crouched to pick her up, she immediately held up her arms and snuggled close as he rose.

“Can you be my mommy?” she asked, as Jaskier carried her to her room. “Since I already have a daddy?”

Jaskier’s face burned, but he laughed lightly and set her down on her bed before going to her dresser and searching for outdoor clothes, since she couldn’t wander around outside in just her nightie. “I suppose,” he answered, picking out a pair of purple jeans. “I don’t really mind. Do you want to wear these today?”

“I want to wear the froggies!”

Jaskier smiled for real and put the purple jeans back, taking out the denim overalls with the frog embroidery. “As your highness wishes,” he teased, and Ciri giggled.

As a five-year-old, she wasn’t very adept at putting her own clothes on, but she tried very hard, so Jaskier let her. She got it right most of the time, after all. And she should learn independence when she could; Jaskier wouldn’t be around forever.

Why did that make his heart hurt?

When she was prepared, Jaskier grabbed his wallet, keys, and phone, filled up Ciri’s blue water bottle covered in My Little Pony stickers, and followed her out of the house.

The walk to the park was peaceful, if one didn’t count the old man who came out of his house waving a rifle and threatened to shoot Jaskier for the crime of taking care of a child not his own. Ciri ignored the old man. Jaskier did as well, mostly. He’d been threatened and hurt too many times to drop his guard around such people.

The park was full of children, perhaps a school trip; they all seemed to be first or second graders. Ciri gasped in delight and tugged on Jaskier’s sleeve. “Mommy, can I go play?” she begged, swinging off his arm.

Jaskier smiled. “Yes, of course, love. Tell me when you want to leave. I’ll be by the tree.”

Ciri squealed and shot off to the playground. Jaskier watched for a few moments, then went to the big tree he claimed whenever they came here. There was no one under the shade of its limbs, so he slouched against its trunk and watched as Ciri clambered all over the playground equipment and tried to make friends. A few of the older children were kind to her, but most ignored her. Jaskier frowned worriedly. How was she going to form a positive opinion of others if she was ignored? He should really convince Geralt to send her to daycare.

His heart lurched. Sending her to daycare would mean dismissing Jaskier.

Slowly, Ciri’s excitement turned to desperation, as the other children got rougher, pushing her around and not caring that she was smaller and couldn’t fend them off. Jaskier straightened and took a step forward, thinking that he might as well step in and take Ciri home--

Some horrid little boy in a red polo shirt and expensive jeans shoved Ciri off the platform that was open to the pole.

Jaskier’s world turned into glue. He saw Ciri fall--he felt himself lurch into a run--but he wasn’t fast enough, he just wasn’t. She hit the ground, and screamed. There was something wrong with her wrist.

The world snapped into place again when Jaskier landed on his knees beside Ciri and put his arm around her protectively, barely noticing the children who had drawn back and were staring. “Let me see, love,” he murmured, holding out his hand. “Let me see what hurts.”

She raised her arm, weeping hysterically. There was a piece of bone sticking out of her wrist, which was not working properly at all. Jaskier went cold, and kissed her head before picking her up. “It’s alright love, I’ll call an ambulance. You’ll be alright. I know it hurts--”

Something heavy and hard edged smashed into the side of his head, and Ciri screamed in terror. Jaskier stumbled, but kept his balance, and turned just in time for the thing to smash into his face and break his nose.

“You kidnapper!” shrieked the lady who had swung her heavy purse at him. “How dare you grab a child not your own!”

“He’s my mommy!” Ciri yelled back, tears and snot dripping down her face. “He’s my mommy, not a kidnapper!”

Jaskier’s head stopped spinning long enough for him to gasp out, “Excuse me,” and try to walk to the parking lot.

“DELILAH, NO!”

The purse hit the back of his neck, hard, and he bit his lip so hard he thought the skin might split. He kept walking, and Ciri kept crying, and the chaperones kept yelling at each other.

Finally, they reached the parking lot. Jaskier set Ciri on one of the large rocks delineating the edge of the park, and fumbled out his phone, dialing emergency services with shaking hands.

“Hello, this is Medical Services, what is your emergency?”

“My daughter’s wrist is broken,” he explained, not even bothering to try and explain nannying. “She was pushed off the playground equipment and landed on her hand. We’re at Vengerburg Park, east side.”

“Alright, sending an ambulance to your location. Please keep her hand and arm supported, and do not try to set it yourself.”

“Yes, of course. Thank you.”

“Do you want to stay on the line while you wait?”

Jaskier thought about it, then said, “Yes, thank you.”

“Alright. The ambulance should be there in ten minutes. What does the break look like?”

Jaskier described it as well as he could when he was so woozy, and tried to soothe Ciri. Shock had caught up with her, and her crying was less hysterical and more mechanical. Jaskier kept her arm straight, and when the ambulance came, he carried her to the medics. Then her tears freshened, and she shrieked, “NO! No, I don’t want to leave mommy!”

“I’m her mommy,” Jaskier explained quickly. “Is there room for me in the ambulance?”

The medic who had reached for Ciri pursed his lips, then said, “Yes. You have a broken nose and a probable concussion, based on your eyes and coloring, so you should come too.”

Jaskier nodded and flinched as his neck protested, but stepped into the van with the medics and Ciri, and tucked himself into a corner, trying to make himself as small as possible. Ciri’s sobbing trailed off into sniffles, and when they gave her a painkiller, she sighed.

Jaskier wondered how Geralt would feel about his daughter being in the hospital.

~

The answer to that was ‘extremely fucking pissed’.

Jaskier had been put in a separate room from Ciri, which they had both protested; but maybe that was better, because Geralt’s fierce growl outside his door, telling the nurses to let him see Jaskier, was rather frightening.

Geralt was let in, of course, and immediately walked over to Jaskier and touched his hair, looking both furious and devastated. “What happened?” he asked. “I talked to Ciri, but…”

Jaskier tried to smile. “She was pushed off the playground equipment,” he slurred; they had given him the kind of drugs that made him floaty and only half in the world. “When I picked her up, a woman hit me because she thought I was kidnapping Ciri. I didn’t think I had a concussion, but the doctor said so.”

Geralt’s mouth tightened, and the tips of his fingers slid down to rest on Jaskier’s cheek. “How long until you’re released?” he asked softly.

“Oh, probably about a week,” Jaskier said hazily. “I’ll be fine, though. Is Ciri alright?”

“She’s sleeping,” Geralt told him, “But the nurse said she’ll be able to recover quickly. Something about young bones.”

Jaskier nodded. Then he asked, because he wasn’t sure if this was an elaborate daydream, “Did you mean it? When you proposed?”

Geralt looked confused. “Of course I meant it,” he replied. “Why?”

Jaskier hummed, eyes closing. “Ciri calls me her mommy now. It’d be nice for her to have two parents, no?” He sighed and murmured, “And I like you a lot, too.”

Geralt ran his fingers through Jaskier’s hair. “Yes,” he croaked. “That would be nice.”

~

A few months later, Jaskier was making rude jokes with Lambert, a sharp-dressed gentleman who was supposedly a lawyer but might also be mafia, at Jaskier and Geralt’s wedding. Eskel, who was apparently Lambert’s civil partner, was more rumpled in his denim shirt and corduroy trousers over muddy boots--but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a more refined sense of humor.

Geralt’s ex had showed up with a toaster and drawled, “This is what people give just-married people, right?”

Jaskier, thinking about the two toasters already in the modest pile of presents, still managed to smile and thank her.

The ceremony had been brief, but the party afterwards had been going for three hours. Jaskier was enjoying Geralt’s family and friends; mainly rough folks who worked heavy manual labor jobs, but some were friends from Geralt’s group therapy. For the last hour, Jaskier had been insulting Lambert and Eskel cheerfully, while learning about them and their lives, and they had been insulting him back while asking questions about him. At one point Lambert tried to intimidate Jaskier, but he just booped Lambert’s nose and cooed about how cute he was until Lambert smacked him. Eskel had cackled at his partner’s scowl.

Jaskier’s family had not shown up. Typical. And none of his school friends wanted to associate with him after that run of bad luck. Regis came, but Regis was just looking for a new sugarbaby.

About when Eskel and Jaskier started flirting, solely to make Lambert mutter and frown, Ciri approached Jaskier and tugged his jacket. Her hand was still in a cast, which she had covered with cat stickers and rainbows, but she had absolutely refused to be left behind.

“Mommy, I’m tiiiired,” Ciri whined, rocking back on her heels. “When can we go?”

Jaskier smiled and picked her up, and she snuggled her face into his collar. “In a bit, love. It’s not quite eight. Also I have to finish convincing your uncles that they’re missing out now that I’m married.”

She giggled and squirmed a little, then asked, “Is that why Daddy is mad?”

Jaskier, Eskel, and Lambert looked over to where Geralt was talking to Regis, his face carefully blank. Jaskier hummed, and said, “Maybe. Shall we go claim him?”

Ciri nodded vigorously.

So Jaskier strolled over to Geralt, Ciri on his hip, and when Geralt and Regis looked at them, Jaskier drawled, “Sorry, Reg, I have to remind my husband how much I love him,” and kissed Geralt thoroughly, smirking at his smug little hum.

Around eight, Ciri started getting truly cranky. The party broke up, with everyone saying goodbye specifically to Ciri and mostly ignoring the happy husbands. Lambert said goodbye, shook Ciri’s hand solemnly, then grabbed Jaskier’s face and kissed him. Geralt promptly punched his brother.

Going home was nice. Ciri fell asleep in the car, and only grumbled a little when Geralt picked her up and carried her to bed, humming softly. Jaskier smiled and ferried the presents inside.

Picking up the toaster from Yennefer, Jaskier frowned. It was rather heavy for a toaster. Far too curious to leave it alone, Jaskier grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the tape holding the top flaps down.

Inside the box was a plethora of collars, mostly plain, but several with ruffles, lace, studs, or rings on them. At the bottom of the box was a heavy book and a silk rope. Jaskier’s face was burning, but he picked up the book anyway.

“BDSM for Beginners,” he read, and winced. He wasn’t really into BDSM… but Geralt would look adorable in that pink ruffly collar with rhinestone hearts. There was a note under the book in the box; he picked it up and read it.

To Jaskier -- put Geralt in the pink ones, it brings out his skin tone. Or the amber/gold ones, for his eyes.

To Geralt -- claim that man before Eskel steals him. And remember what I said about tying the cord too tight.

Jaskier put the note down and covered his face with his hands. There was no one around and he was still embarrassed.

“Jaskier? What--is that Yennefer’s present?”

Jaskier nodded.

Geralt came closer, looked into the box, and groaned. “Damn it, Yenn,” he muttered. “Let’s go to bed. We can deal with… that… in the morning.”

Jaskier nodded again and stood. He thought for a moment, then grinned wickedly, stepped closer to Geralt, and murmured, “You know what would be a good wedding present? You, naked in bed, wearing just one of those pretty pink collars, cock hard and lubed up…”

Geralt growled and dragged Jaskier into his arms, kissing him fiercely. “You in that red one with the black lace,” he rumbled, and Jaskier felt a little bit faint, as he laughed breathlessly.

“You know what? Let’s compromise. We’ll both wear one without clothes. Good?”

Geralt kissed him again, and murmured against his lips, “Fuck yes.”

#Geraskier #MUCH hornier than any of my commissions but hey #Geraskier fic #Geralt x Jaskier

[littlepaperengineer]

Ci hanno visti nuotare in acque alte fino alle ginocchia Ed inchinarci alle zanzare pregandole di non mescolare Il nostro sangue a quello dei topi arrivati in massa con le maree

Le porte aperte, i porti chiusi, e sorrisi agli sconosciuti Che ci guardano attoniti mentre ci baciamo Da uomo a uomo, mano nella mano

Una sigaretta non lo racconta ci vuole forse una vita intera O una canzone non certo questa Altri maestri, altri genitori Che non rinfacciano quello che sei, quello che vuoi Quello che eri

Esistere è giusto un momento Chi vive nel tempo muore contento E sì, ci hanno visti contare le pietre di questo deserto Pazienza, perdere tempo con il cielo, farlo di lavoro Pagati per immaginare qualcosa che non puoi fotografare

Mi spiego meglio, senza nascondermi dietro a cazzate Scritte per caso in questa palestra dell’orrore Ecco la pietra, ecco il peccato Un cane pastore lo fa per amore Non per denaro, non per rancore Non per la lana esiste il gregge Né per la legge

Siamo delle antenne, dei televisori Emettiamo storie che fanno rumore Cerchiamo la donna della vita o l’uomo della morte Strade interrotte, eterni sorrisi, figli sangue del nostro lavoro Non ci somiglieranno, figli ormai del mondo intero

E perdere la monotonia di quando tutto era al suo posto I topi cacciati, debellati, mostri tutti sotto al letto E lasciar volare via quell’abbraccio conosciuto Di chi in nome del tuo bene ha distrutto il tuo passato

Quando arrivi tu se ne vanno gli altri Sai che non va bene ma ti piace arrangiarti Come fanno in quei paesi che non sappiamo pronunciare Ma che ci piace addomesticare a parole

Ero presente al momento dei fatti Il fatto non sussiste Mettetelo agli atti Ma non hai paura di nessuno Se non della tua statura

Hai la democrazia dentro al cuore Ma l’amore è una dittatura Fatta di imperativi categorici Ma nessuna esecuzione Mentre invece l’anarchia la trovi dentro ogni emozione

Tu stammi vicino, anzi lontano abbastanza Per guardarti il viso dalla stanza dei miei occhi Aperti o chiusi, non importa Sono occhi quindi comunque una porta aperta

Il tempo passa lo senti da questo orologio Mentre lavori dentro un bar, ad una pressa o in un ufficio e… E speri ancora che qualcuno sia lì fuori ad aspettarti Non per chiederti dei soldi, neanche per derubarti Non per venderti la droga e soffiarti il posto di lavoro Ma per urlarti in faccia, che sei l’unica, sei il solo