#i hope he is too. in whatever little universe he may exist in

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— I will always come to your aid (AFAB!Reader)

AMAB!Reader has also been posted! including: Jing Yuan cw: !!NSFW!!, afab!reader, grammar and spelling errors possible, pwp but barely, hinted that reader has a s1ze k1nk, f1ng3r1ng, reader is a little sarcastic, still spreading my Jing Yuan is a Bastard (affectionate) agenda, masturbat1on, getting caught masturbat1ng, d1rty talk, cum eat1ng, no use of y/n, reader can be interpreted as the trailblazer but they are NOT stelle/caelus, safe sane and consensual w/c: 2k a/n: people liked strip starchess so much so here is another one of my brainrots... i dont usually like this troupe that much but i find myself excusing anything and everything for jing yuan so here we are. for my male reader likers i got u, its being posted right after this so you guys can enjoy too :3. also just remember that this is NOT stelle/caelus, its the you haha, i dont like shipping the raccoons with anyone as a personal pref so im just making that clear :3. anyways same warning as last time this is like my third time writing smut and also english isnty my first language. enjoy!!

The crisis on the Xianzhou Luofu was mostly over.

Which meant you had to leave the man you had fallen head over heels in love with.

Well— love may be an exaggeration but you weren't fucking around when it came to him.

Jing Yuan.

Your eyes had been hooked onto him the second you two met, his pleasant smile, his calm demeanor, his body—fuck, everything about him enamored you.

You could only wish that there was some other universe where he reciprocated your feelings.

You departed with a respectful nod of the head, despite wanting to smoosh your face between his pecs and cry about never getting to see them again.

The only hope that you did have though, was the jade abacus he had gifted you and your companions.

“No matter how astronomically distant you are, The Luofu Cloud Knights will always come to the aid of the Crew, whatever your need may be.”

Of course, his next sentence was to not use it for trivial matters when he saw March’s reaction, much to your amusement.

There was a discussion on who should keep the jade abacus, March being ruled out first much to her annoyance.

It landed between you and Dan Heng and given his history with the Xianzhou Luofu, he handed it to you.

That's how you ended up here, standing in front of your locked door with the abacus in your hand.

What if you grip it— You need to rinse your brain with cold water at this point…

You flopped onto bed, letting the exhaustion of the day seep into your bones as the plush blanket and pillows surrounded you.

You threw the abacus to your side, you'll take care of it later, not like you're gonna need it right now anyway.

Your mind flooded with images of Jing Yuan, his voice and everything you had been through together.

Fuck.

Your hand drifted towards your pussy, already feeling some wetness gathering at the thought of what you were about to do.

— Touch yourself to the thought of the General of the Cloud Knights on the Xianzhou Luofu, one of the most powerful beings to ever exist in history.

You shook your doubts away, he's just Jing Yuan to you.

You took off your shorts in record speed, tossing your panties along with it.

You never really touched yourself that often so you tried to imagine your hand being his instead.

You rubbed your clit, gasping at the cold touch of your fingers on the warm flesh.

How would he touch you?

He'd take his time, surely. He's not one to rush things— He'd work you open slowly for his cock—fuck, you're sure it's in proportion with how goddamn large his body is.

You moaned as you inserted two fingers inside you. You wanted to imagine Jing Yuan doing it, really, But, you also wanted an orgasm quickly so you can sleep. So, you just decided to go with imagining his voice talking to you.

You pistoned your fingers in and out, curling them at the spot only you could reach with your much smaller hands.

It was too intense, the thought of his deep voice guiding you through was enough to get your orgasm to graze along the edges of  your belly slowly, building up to be a strong one.

You grabbed the blanket next to you, gripping it tightly as you whispered Jing Yuan's name and continued thrusting your fingers inside you.

You swear the normal part of your brain recognised you gripping an object while gripping the blanket as well but you were genuinely too out of it to care in the slightest.

You're just about to orgasm when everything in your room rattles, as if there's an earthquake. 

Which should be impossible considering you are literally on a massive train that travels through space.

You let go of the blanket and sit up in shock, looking around to see what happened.

…With your fingers still inside you.

“Followers of the Nameless, I am here to assist you, tell me about the situ— Oh.”

You blinked.

Jing Yuan blinked.

Oh. Fuck.

You scrambled, ripping your fingers out and slapping your lower half with a pillow.

“J-Jing Yuan I-” 

You gulped, trying to calm your racing heart, you just got caught masturbating by your crush.

Life is going great.

Your cheeks and ears were beet red now, opening and closing your mouth as you tried to say something, anything to get you out of this situation.

Jing Yuan was just as surprised, if not astonished, by the scene that had unfolded in front of him.

He was finishing up some paperwork that Lady Fu had so kindly delivered to him in the Alchemy Commission when suddenly, the jade abacus he had clipped to his belt loop started vibrating.

Not one to panic, he quickly unhooked it and got it closer to his ear, so that he could hear what the Express were asking of.

What he didn't expect was to hear the voice of his crush, the one that he has acquired after decades of not entertaining any romantic relationships, whispering and calling out his name.

Okay, maybe now he should panic.

Without a second thought, Jing Yuan summoned his weapon and gripped the jade abacus back, signaling it to teleport him to your location.

Paperwork be damned he would rather lose a hundred years of his life if it mean you would be safe.

That landed him here, in front of a half-naked (and very surprised) you.

He dissolved his weapon into thin air and folded his arms against his chest.

“Well, this is a surprise.”

“Wow, you don't say.”

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow at your tone.

“S-sorry, I don't know how you got here.”

An interesting turn of events.

“... Did you not call for me?”

“No, Why would I? Even if I did, how did you just…magically appear here?”

“Oh, dear.”

“What?”

“The jade abacus. I think you… I think you gripped it while you were…busy.”

He looked into your eyes and back down at the pillow that was barely covering your lower half.

“The jade aba—” 

You cut yourself off, turning to your side to where you had thrown it, only to find the wretched object to be in the center of your crumpled blanket.

“Fuck.” 

“Jing Yuan— I am so, so , so, sorry, I swear this was an honest mistake and I'll—”

Jing Yuan cut you off with the raise of his hand. “I forgive you.” “Really? Great let me j—”

“On one condition.” Of course there’s a catch. You sighed begrudgingly.

“What do you need help with?” “Quite the opposite, actually.” Your eyes widened but before you could let out your protests, Jing Yuan spoke up again. “You let me help you finish.” The gall of this man.You’re still going to take the chance that he doesn’t know what you were doing. “Finish what?”

You tried to sound innocent but your voice came out breathier than you wanted it to be. “Dont play coy now, you know exactly what I mean.” Your face burnt in embarrassment as you looked away. Jing Yuan dragged your desk chair and got it to the front of your bed before sitting down and making himself comfortable, propping one leg on the other and leaning back. “Go on, show me exactly what you were doing before I got here,hm?” “I can’t.” Jing Yuan paused, shit, had he misread the situation? Maybe he should—

“I can’t do it without you.” You had covered your red face at this point, way too embarrassed to look him in the eye while speaking. Jing Yuan just about lost it at that, abandoning all doubt and pouncing on you, grabbing your face to take you in a devouring kiss. He threw the pillow covering your bottom half in a random direction, quickly pecking you on the cheeks before pulling your hand over his. “Guide me.” You nodded shyly and pushed his hand towards your dripping pussy again. Fuck. His hands were just the way you imagined them. Warm and big, enough to hold your own two hands.

His hand (under your guidance and insistence) cupped your pussy and grinded the heel of his palm into your sensitive clit. “I’ve barely touched you, were you this wet while we were talking,hm? Did it turn you on to have me catch you in such an embarrassing state?” Jing Yuan whispered in your ear as he hovered over you and you thanked every aeon known for this opportunity because fuck, your imagination did not do any justice to how good the general was. Jing Yuan dipped the tip of his finger in your core, not entering but adding just enough stimulation for you to feel something there.

“Answer me.”

“No, I swear I didn’t, Jing Yuan, please—”

Jing Yuan smiled, he didn’t know you would be this easy to subdue.

He gently thrusted his finger inside, watching your face for any discomfort or resistance.

But, he was only met with your blissed out face, as you gasped in pleasure from his ministartions.

“Were you able to reach here?” He curled his finger upwards, hitting your sensitive spot just right.

You threw your hand over your mouth, pinching your mouth shut and praying, once again, to all the aeons you knew that the other passengers on the Express were dead asleep and couldn’t hear you. Granted, your room was the last in the carriage and had a decent amount of sound proofing but, you were still not risking it.

Your snapped out of your worries when Jing Yuan pushed in another finger alongside the one that was already in you.

“It looks like you’re getting distracted, maybe I’m not doing my job well enough?”

“N—Fuck, Its good, I’m sorry—Shit—”

Jing yuan simply kissed your head affectionately like he wasnt fingering you to hell and back right now and picked up the pace of his fingers.

Your hand was just gripping his wrist and you werent sure if it was to egg him to continue or get him to slow down and stop.

Maybe both.

Your head rolled back on the bed, exposing your bare neck to Jing Yuan as he immediately took the opportunity to cover your neck in kisses, Aeons be dammed. There's no way hes letting you walk out of this room unmarked and not carrying any proof of the evening you spent with him.

You gasped as your orgasm finally, finally overtook you. You shook in the general’s grasp as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out, drawing out the pleasure.

Taking his soaked fingers out, he popped them in his mouth, savouring the taste while you recovered from the intense bout of sensations you just went through.

You propped yourself up on your elbows again, looking at Jing Yuan owlishly as your head cleared from the horniness.

Jing Yuan only smiled at you before holding your head and kissing your forehead again before gathering you in his arms.

“Call me old fashioned or old but I do believe in the proper process of courting someone and,”

He looked into your eyes as he cupped your face in one palm and brushed the thumb along the seam of your chin.

“I think we skipped a few steps.”

“Yeah, no shit, general.”

He laughed at that, his chest shaking as the deep sound rumbled from his throat, you blushed again.

You were in the arms of the man you’ve wanted to kiss since you stepped foot on the Xianzhou ship.

You covered your burning face with your palms again as Jing Yuan’s laughter died down into little chuckles.

“We did all of that and youre getting shy now?”

“Shut up. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

“Wanted what? To get fingered by me?”

“No! — I mean that too, I guess, but I meant being held by you! Stop playing games, Jing Yuan.”

Jing Yuan only laughed as he took his free hand and grabbed your hands, turning them towards him one after the other and kissing the palm.

“I jest, I jest. But, I must stay here for the night. I’m afraid I cant travel back to the Xianzhou Luofu seeing as we aren’t closeby.”

You smiled.

Jing Yuan’s eyes twinkled in mischief right back at you.

“Be my guest.”

#jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan smut #jing yuan x you #afab reader

[gabessquishytum]

The Endless family are nothing, if not the most horrible of people. They don't care who/what they hurt to lord it over people.

Morpheus tries to have as little to do with his adoptive family (he along with a number of his other siblings were foundlings) as possible, but the family still own his apartment building and probably have found a sneaky underhanded way to have a stake in his fledgling art career. This is part of the reason he appeared when summoned to the most recent family dinner/shitty people party.

For some yet undisclosed reason, Morpheus parents were particularly smug about whatever was going to happen at the party - he just hopes it's not overt and open criming, he doesn't really want to be pressed into hiding bodies and depending on how long it takes to get to whatever their "surprise" is, Morpheus will have to stay at the party for longer than he would ever want.

The surprise is wheeled out, in a giant tank -- a captured male merperson. To Morpheus's eyes, he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen - long brown hair flowing in the water, strong chest and arms flowing seamlessly down to a golden tail, shot through with warm browns, yellows and greens. Just the colors alone spoke to Morpheus's artist soul. He knew he could happily spend the rest of his life doing nothing but attempting to recreate this beauty.

And then he locked eyes with the angry brown eyes of what was obviously the rest of his existence,,,,,,,and Morpheus's soul mark burned.

Ahhhh this is so chilling!! I like the idea of Hob being beautiful but terrifying.

Of course Dream has to do something. So he asks to stay the night at his "parents" awful mansion. After midnight he sneaks down the damp basement where the huge tank has been stored. The merman is skulking around the bottom of the tank, and those brown-gold eyes glare out through the darkness. Dream can't stop himself from stepping forward and pressing the palm of his hand against the glass.

"Well." The merman says, sending bubbles shooting out to the surface of the tank. "How are you going to get me out of here?"

It turns into a proper mini heist. Dream recruits a team to get his soulmate out: his estranged adoptive brother Ollie, his youngest sister (who still lives at home, and can let them all into the mansion), a few sketchy friends he made at university (Matthew and Cori) and, bizarrely, the director of the gallery that shows his art. Gilbert may be older in years, but he is very good with a weapon.

They take an old bathtub that Matthew dug out of a skip to the mansion in Cori's truck. And then they lug the damn thing down to the basement. Hob looks distinctly unimpressed. But when Dream begs him to get in the bath, his fierce attitude softens. Muttering about dumb humans, he flops out from the top of the tank, into the bath - bringing plenty of water along with him.

Then they have to get him back up the stairs. Dream is not super helpful tbh, he's too fixated on Hob’s beautiful tail. And his eyes. And just everything, really. Thank goodness Ollie hits the gym regularly - they make it out of the mansion before dawn. Delirium gives Hob a big kiss on the cheek, and he gets all soft and mushy, giving her a soggy hug in return before they wave goodbye and get the hell out of there. They head for Gilbert's gallery (since its on the ground floor), where Hob's eyes get all big and shiny as he looks at Dream’s art.

What the hell do they do now? No doubt Dream’s parents will notice the missing merman. And Hob can't live in a bathtub forever. Maybe it's time for Dream to get the nice cottage by the sea that he's always fancied. The question is - will Hob want to hang around, when he's free to swim away?

The answer is a grumpy "yes". As long as Dream agrees to paint him. Which obviously isn't going to be an issue at all 😄

#the sandman #dreamling

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Shore Leave

Summary! Captain Lasky orders the Master Chief a two week shore leave. Overwhelmed by his lack of armor and unused to the flow of civilian traffic, he parks himself on a bench and meets you.

Pairings! Master Chief x Reader

Set after the events of Halo 4 and influenced from my love of the game and how good season 2 of the TV series. I wanted to try my hand at something new. I hope you enjoy.

Part 2 -> HERE Part 3 -> HERE

Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra 117, or John to his friends - the few he had left, cautiously strode through the throngs of civilians. Captain Lasky had ordered him a full two weeks shore leave, no combat, no weapon, no MJOLNIR. Lasky had suggested he take some time to himself, grieve if he needed to after fighting for so long with little reprieve in between battles. To be honest, John wasn't sure what he should do with his time. Despite being one of the last of the original Spartans, the chief had hardly ever been completely alone.

Cortana. She'd always been there, a soft hum in the back of his mind, and John wasn't proud enough to admit that he felt a little lost without her.

Even though the armorless spartan towered above the crowd, he began to feel surrounded, overwhelmed with how densely packed the city was. He wasn't used to being out of his armor, and it made him feel naked, vulnerable in a way that John didn't like. Luckily, he spotted a bench not too much farther away, situated at the beginning of what looked like a small park. John sat heavily, back straight and blue eyes casting around as he took deep breaths to regulate his breathing.

No one bothered him, and John took the time to watch the hoards of civilians go to and fro. He watched couples hold hands, and families carefully guide their children along the sidewalks, each man and woman heading to whatever their destination may be. After a while, and now that John had been able to relax a little, he realized that he enjoyed watching the flow and allowed his mind to wander.

Could he ever have something like this? Such a mundane and easy life, never worrying if the next battle he faced would be his last. If he would ever see his brothers and sisters again? Would he ever live such a simple existence where his only fear is missing the train? The Master Chief doesn't think that he could, not when so much of himself has been lost to war and death. Not when it was his duty to protect the civilians here so that they could have that life.

“Sir, you've been sitting here a while now. Can I help you with anything?”

John is brought out of his thoughts by the soft voice. He turns his head and sees that you have somehow snuck up on him, and he silently berates himself for not noticing. However, you had asked him a question, and the Chief didn't want to come off as rude.

“No, ma'am. Just…watching,” He says slowly, and he feels his cheeks heat up a bit. Was that odd to say? John didn't know, but he felt reassured when he spots the smile that curled your lips.

“Well, good. I don't think I’d be strong enough to haul you anywhere if there was something wrong,” you say, and huff a little at your own words.

John doesn't know what to say to that. He doesn't have any kind of experience with civilians, not like this, anyway. He wracks his brain for something to say and wishes that Cortana was still here to walk him through this.

However, you don't seem to mind his silence. Instead, you sit back on the bench and look out at the busy stream of people. You are quiet for a while, but the spartan is prepared when you speak up again.

“I like to people watch too. Makes you feel a little less alone in the universe, ya know?” You say and grin again, suddenly scooting down the bench to sit beside the big man who seemed far too lonely when you'd seen him outside the café across the street.

John tenses, not expecting to have you so close, but he doesn't deny that feeling the heat from where your arm is pressed into his feels…nice. He nods slowly, agreeing with your quiet statement.

“It makes you realize that you aren't the only one out there having a hard time, or becoming successful, or even falling in love. We are all human, and even if it doesn't seem like it, we're all in this together,” you pause, and then your smile becomes a bit mischievous.

“And it's kind of fun to make up stories about them.”

John blinks, a bit confused about that. He turns and looks down at his guest, feeling his cheeks heat up again when he sees you looking right back, eyes cheerful and face far too close to his own. He looks away quickly and sits up straight from his slight slouch.

‘What do you mean?”

Bravely, you lean into his space and gesture subtly at an older couple that are walking down the sidewalk, a heated discussion going on between them. The man looks annoyed as his wife babbles on about who knows what, and you giggle softly and say.

“She's probably upset because her husband - they are definitely married, by the way - forgot to take out the trash. Look at him, he's heard this a thousand times.”

John takes in the look of fond exasperation that paints the older man's expression, squinting his eyes to try and see it the way you are. It doesn't make much sense to him, but he thinks he understands.

You poke your new friend in the arm and nod your head at a gaggle if girl's who are giggling and fawning over a data pad.

“They're probably looking at the cute boy who invited one of them to prom. Or maybe a famous celebrity crush.”

You point out a few other civilians, and one or two of your little stories get the stoic man to crack a tiny smile, and eventually relax again, even with you pressed so close to his side. It feels good to have someone near. Someone who can so easily take up the quiet space that he still isn't used to feeling. The Master Chief finds that he rather likes your company and would like to know more about you.

John finally speaks up again when there is a lul in the rather one-sided conversation, turning to face you completely.

“Do you think you could show me more?”

You take in the careful way he asks, the soft timbre of his voice, and you find yourself nodding easily, and you offer your hand, introducing yourself properly.

“I'd love to. My name is _.”

The Spartan carefully takes your offered hand and marvels at just how small it is compared to his own. He meets your gaze, his blue eyes striking in the city lights.

“My name is John.”

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𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 | 𝐦𝐯𝟑𝟑

SUMARRY: you never thought drama could come from supporting your boyfriend over your brother for one race. PAIRING: sainz!reader x max verstappen WARNING: none, just pure fluff and carlos being dramatic REQUEST: from anon: "Max dating sainz!reader or leclerc!reader and she wears his shirt to support him insted of a ferrari shirt. Her brother gets ofended because ferrari is better and family goes first and i don't know just like comedic fluff" WORD COUNT: 2k words

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For as long as you could remember, you never once hesitated in supporting Carlos, proudly doning his number on your back every race weekend. Family has always been one of the centrals in your life and being the youngest of four children, you’ve followed your siblings around for as long as you can remember, looking up at them with deep admiration despite your often bickering in your childhood. 

You hoped to have Ana’s grace, Blanca’s intelligence and Carlos’ drive and in your efforts to adopt those traits, you’ve settled into following them around throughout your adolescents, attending the same university as Blanca did and always making time to attend your brother’s races. You’re his most frequent supporter and the most willing to jump from plane to plane with him, oftentimes with a book open as you studied for a test or did your homework, doning the shirt of whichever team he’s in. 

You’re already known around the paddock, either in the Ferrari motorhome, following Carlos throughout his media duties or just walking around by yourself. But Max didn’t know you. He’s familiar with most of the other drivers’ girlfriends, having met them once or twice around the paddock or during the FIA Award Giving ceremony at the end of the season and so when he didn't recognize you, he easily assumed that you’re a fan who somehow found a way to smuggle in. 

The makeshift terrace on top of the trailers is open only to drivers and staff and the higher up interviewers. Getting in requires a special access pass that can only be given if you’re either part of a team or a driver gave it, most times to family members and girlfriends. Not many people use it, everyone too busy with the hustle and bustle of everything downstairs that they barely take notice but it’s Max’s favorite place in every paddock, finding peace in the solitary and quiet. 

But then there’s you. You wearing your Ferrari shirt, a frown on your face as two too thick books open before you, your hand fiddling with a pen and occasionally taking notes of whatever it is you're reading. Max felt invaded, his safe space suddenly not being safe as you tapped your pen against the table. “Excuse me,” he calls, voice a little too sharp than he meant it to be. 

“Sí?” You asked as you looked up from your work, the sun blinding your eyes, causing you to light. Max thought there was something regal about you, something expensive and elegant and innocent and breakable. “Can I help you with something?”

You have an obvious accent, thick and lacing every word, making you pronounce every English word slowly as though you’re trying to make sure you say it right. 

“I’m not sure you have access to be here,” he says though he no longer has the bite to his words, sounding as though he no longer minds your presence as her cleared his throat, meeting your eyes which turned out to be a big mistake. Your face may be the perfect picture of innocence but your eyes look both intelligent and warm and meeting them head on makes Max feel as though he's being studied - like you're looking straight into his soul. “Guests and fans are only allowed till there.” And then, like an idiot, he points at the crowded area of the paddock. 

You lightly tilt your head to the side and Max never thought such a simple gesture could knock the breath out of his lungs but you’re so amazingly mesmerizing in his eyes with a golden light surrounding your figure that he isn't sure if it actually exist or just his minds playing tricks at him as he had the sudden urge to push back the strands of hair that escaped from behind your ear.

“I have a pass,” you tell him, voice soft of gentle, holding up the card hanging around your neck. “My brother told me I could study here. I have an exam on Monday, you see.” 

At this point, Max doesn’t even care that you’ve seemingly appeared out of nowhere and taken advantage of his safe space. Only a blind man would complain as you offer him a small, friendly smile. “Oh. I’m sorry. I mistook you for a guest.”

Your smile widened a fraction of an inch, waving off his apology as you offered him your hand to shake. “I’m Y/N Sainz. In case you forget and mistake me for a fan again.”

As his hand envelop your much smaller ones, Max wanted to say that it’d be impossible to forget now that he knows you and had been on the receiving end of one of your smiles but he only gives you one of his in exchange – a shy awkward one because despite being a world champion, Max still struggles with talking with pretty ladies with pretty smiles – and offers you his own name. 

“What are you studying for?” He asked eventually as he took the empty seat before you, a little desperate to keep you talking and know more about you.

He tried to understand your notes on the table but nearly all of it is written in Spanish and your books had far too many words that already had his mind spinning without him trying to attempt to read it. 

“Just for school,” you say. “Would you like to help me?” 

You grin this time and Max is enamored. Not a half smile or a polite, friendly one like the ones you’ve given him but rather a full smile as if you’ve been good friends your entire life. And with that smile on your face, you could have asked him to purposely lose his own race and he would have agreed. 

And so that’s how Max Verstappen found himself spending the afternoon holding flashcards as he asked you questions and struggled to pronounce spanish words, your smiles as his reward whenever you correct him. 

It would be the first of many, of course. Whenever he could, Max would spend his time with you. He made sure to make time every race weekend to just sit around or watch you study. It was no secret that from the very first time he met you, Max was completely taken away, barely able to find any other as attractive without comparing them to you only to come to the realization that you’re incomparable. The sight of the two of you laughing as you walked around the paddock became a usual. If no one could find Max, they know he’s probably with you and if your brother can't find you, you're probably with him, either Max is following you around or helping you study for another test but either way, he's is happy to have your attention no matter what you’re doing. 

It isn’t until the third week, however, that he finally asks you out. After days and weeks of pining and following you around like a lost puppy, surprisingly, it’s Carlos the first to call him out. Max had been under the impression that the Ferrari driver isn’t particularly fond of him, always with a frown on his face whenever he catches sight of the two of you, not knowing him enough to know that’s just his face.

“What are your plans with my sister?” Carlos was direct to the point as he approached Max before the drivers’ parade – perhaps not the best time or place with all of the cameras around but Carlos seems uncaring. 

Max practically chokes on his own saliva at Carlos’ sudden interrogation. He never found the Spaniard to be intimidating before but he definitely did now especially considering that Carlos is a few years older. Eventually, Max manages to control his own breathing, swallowing down a whole can of red bull in one go as a way to calm himself and to stall as he thought of a suitable answer, wondering how red his face must look. 

“I really like her,” he says finally deciding that it's best to go with the truth, his voice firm and not at all reflecting the sudden nervousness he’s feeling. He isn't actually hiding his affections for you. “I’d love to be more than friends but she’s way out of my league.”

Carlos hummed in agreement at that and then a sudden, friendly smile appeared on his face, the change of moods giving Max a whiplash. “You’re right, she is too pretty for you but I give permission to ask her out.” 

Max tried to ignore the indirect insult. “I mean I wasn’t really asking for permission–”

“Mate, just accept it.” But Charles clapped his shoulder, perhaps a little too hard in an attempt to get him to shut up. Max hadn’t even realized that Charles is next to him, much less listening to their conversation. 

Carlos is still smiling at him like they’re such close friends when he wrapped an arm around Max, leaning towards the dutch. “If you hurt her, I’ll make sure you’re never able to drive a car again. Understood, mate?” 

Carlos’ tone does not at all reflect his threat, still sounding happy and cheerful as if only commenting about the weather rather than threatening to practically cut off Max’s legs. Before he can do anything else other than nod though, both Ferrari drivers were walking away as if nothing happened, their backs turned on Max and hence Max wasn't able to see the matching grins on their faces, the plan they came up with to intimidate the young dutch having been successful.

Your relationship with Max flowed smoothly since then with him finally asking you out and you very enthusiastically agreeing. Unsurprisingly, your date went wonderfully, you going home with the biggest smile on your face after the two of you spent the night never running out of anything to talk about. You left him with a soft kiss on his cheek, your second date already planned. 

For the first few weeks, the two of you decided to keep your relationship a secret with only your friends and family knowing. Of course there were speculations especially after the summer break where Max was found in Madrid multiple times with your family.

You know that Max was waiting for you to be ready, having already opened up that he’d love to go public and be able to post you and hug you after every race but you’ve always been apologetic as you explain your fears to him to which Max patiently listened. 

He’s never pressured you into anything but after the summer holidays where you met each other’s families, you felt secure enough in yourself and your relationship that you finally felt ready to take on that next step. 

Despite getting the fastest lap in qualifying in Spa, Max would be starting at the back of the grid due to an engine penalty and you decided what best way to confirm your relationship to the public than now. 

On Sunday, you entered the paddock hand in hand with Max not in your usual red that people are so used to seeing in but rather a dark blue red bull shirt proudly displaying Max’s name and number. He could barely keep his hand to himself as the two of you make your way to the Red Bull motorhome, a grin much too big for someone starting p15 painting his face as his arm wrapped around your waist. 

“You look breathtaking,” he told you throughout the entire day, eliciting a laugh out of you each time. 

“Focus on your race, Amor,” you’d say, your arms wrapping around his neck as your lips meet his. 

“I’m going to win,” Max told you smugly, pulling you flush against his chest. “I'm going to win this race for you.” 

“Don’t get cocky,” you warn half heartedly, but nevertheless pulled him closer towards you.

“Y/N!” Called a sudden voice behind you, making you and Max turn to see your brother marching towards you with a dramatic shock face. “What did you do?” 

You let go of Max, playfully rolling your eyes at your brother’s theatrics. “I’m supporting my boyfriend, Carlos.” 

That seems to be the wrong answer as your older brother shook his head repeatedly, lightly touching your shirt before immediately letting it go as though the material burned him. “No, no, no. La familia es lo primero!” Family comes first. 

“¡Es sólo por hoy!” You reason. “Deja de ser tan dramático, Carlos.” It’s only for today!...Stop being so dramatic, Carlos.

“Ay!” You brother complains, childishly covering his eyes as though the sight of you in a red bull shirt physically hurt him. “I can’t believe this, Y/N! Me has traicionado. Veinticuatro años de tu vida, he estado contigo y me traicionas tan fácilmente.” You betrayed me…Twenty four years of your life, I've been with you and you betray me so easily.

“What is he saying?” Your boyfriend asks, Max’s arms once again wrapping around your waist.

“Verstappen, you stole my sister from me!” Your brother exclaimed, pointing an accusing hand at Max.

“He’s being dramatic.” You roll your eyes again as you answer Max’s previous question. You face your brother again, “¡Carlos, contrólate! Es sólo una camiseta y seguiré animándote.“ Carlos, get a grip! It’s just a shirt and I’ll still be cheering for you. 

But Carlos continues shaking his head as though he’s in emotional pain. “No, no, Y/N. I will never forget this. You are a traitor to the family.” 

Sighing, you couldn’t help but facepalm. And to think it’s all because of a shirt.

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[reds-writings]

snippet of the current fic that is kicking my ass rn pls send help:

Meanwhile, after hanging up on you Rust couldn’t help but bring a heavy hand to his tired eyes as he exhaled through his nose. Marty eyed him warily as he sat across from him in the depressing confines of the Texan's apartment. 

“So you lied to her.” 

Rust didn’t bother meeting the blonde’s disappointed look. 

“You don’t think that might blow up in your face? She’s sharper than you may realize…ain’t some fragile thing who can’t handle her shit-”

“I don’t need her on this, Marty.” Rust tried remaining passive at the mention of you. 

Things were becoming too complicated. A harsh consequence of his failure to keep his baneful desires in check. Giving in to such false hopes had him feeling more than weak and cheap the longer he had time to sit and think on it. To entertain such a notion with you was cruel to an extent he found himself severely uncomfortable with. It wouldn’t work. Not in this lifetime or perhaps any other that would exist in the infinite hell that was the universe. That's just how it was. If he backed away now perhaps he could still manage whatever little semblance of control he had left. 

“Don’t need her on this or don’t want her on this? There’s a mighty big difference, buddy.” Marty didn’t know about the recent developments between you two but it was clear he was becoming aware that something was afoot. The pair stared at each other long and hard.

“This is a two-man job. No need for added weight.” Rust broke first, taking a long drag at the cigarette pinched between his nimble fingers.

“Sure, if that’s what you need to tell yourself. This is her case too and I don’t appreciate you havin’ me be part of some lie-”

“I can remind you that you haven’t had much of a problem with lyin’ as of late-” 

“Oi, don’t get all judgy with me just cause you’re scared of somethin’ you ain’t got the emotional bandwidth to fuckin’ handle on your own. Y/n’s a smart girl. Strong. It would be unwise of you to underestimate her abilities because of some holdup you’ve maybe got-”

“Marty.” Was Rust’s final warning. The steeliness of it had the blonde’s hands going up in mock surrender. If Rust didn’t want to unpack his growingly obvious partialness towards you then he wouldn’t bother. It’s not like he was much in the mood to help out the pissy curmudgeon he called a partner with his advances towards you. Marty saw you something similar to that of a little sister. He wasn’t sold on the idea of romance, if Rust were even capable of the notion, happening between you both. Your heart was too big for the likes of Rust in his opinion and he didn’t want to see you put in the monumental effort of caring for the hopeless loner only to be sorely disappointed in return. 

i hope to have this out by the end of this week or the beginning of next! i've found myself in a bit of a writing rut but we push forward nonetheless. my requests/inbox are open so don't be afraid to message me!

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[alexanderlightweight]

Hi! I’m a long time reader for both you and saeth and joined tumblr so I could read more of your works. I’m hoping this is the correct way to submit a prompt and if not please ignore!

I would love to see more scheming Alec. Maybe he sees magnus come to the institute to update the wards as a kid and he knew that this is his One Love (which is rare for nephilim hence political marriages). so Alec plots to meet Magnus and/or convince magnus to keep him

Thank you for all your lovely works!

thats really sweet! and this was fine, you did great and actually this is the kick off to a new verse because i have another 3-5 asks abouts manipulative/scheming alec as well. it's called the craft of adoration

i hope you enjoy!

lumine

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“Are you alright?” Jace asks and Alec nods, ignoring Jace in a way he rarely does before shooing him along.

“I’m fine, just paperwork.” Alec says and he gives the grimace he always tries to hide when Maryse is giving him extra work. Jace relaxes at the normal byplay and Alec watches him leave carefully and then he turns, breathless.

Alec knew that his parents wanted them out of the Institute because the High Warlock of Brooklyn was coming over, but while he was fine if not a little annoyed at their instructions before, he’s now livid.

Alec could have missed seeing and realizing the most perfect being in the universe already existed.

Magnus Bane is everything Alec’s never let himself desire or dream of and standing there, standing up to Alec’s mom, he’s the only person Alec can ever imagine wanting.

Maryse is biting out vitriol and Magnus Bane is matching her barb for barb, a dark, pointed smirk on his face as he lays Alec’s mother bare to the world with only his words.

Unlike Maryse, his tone remains even and cool and even when he raises it, it never becomes the yell that Robert's voice does.

Alec carefully remembers his words and where he wounds Maryse, and he holds his breathe and leaves. He refuses to let Magnus meet him like this. Alec is fifteen, he’s practically a child compared to a High Warlock and he has nothing impressive to his name.

It’s with renewed passion that Alec returns to his studies and the next time Izzy and Jace try to goad him into letting them get away with anything, he thinks of brown eyes that flash gold and shakes his head.

It’s not difficult to manipulate Robert, now that Alec knows what to look for. It’s almost worse, realizing that Robert is expecting Alec to help him hide his affair, not that Alec is going to blackmail him.

“I don’t want the Lightwood name.” Alec says again, for the third time since he’s sat down with Robert. “I’ll be the Trueblood heir, but I won’t be the Lightwood heir.” Alec smirks, “you can have Jace or Izzy be your heir, you don’t need me.”

The Lightwood name is more heavily tarnished than Alec realized at first and while Alec won’t hide who his parents are, he’ll change his last name if it means ensuring Magnus at least looks twice at him.

The separation is quiet and Maryse is contemplative in the months that follow but Alec doesn’t worry about it, too focused on forging connections with other young and political nephilim. He’s back and forth between New York and Idris a ridiculous amount, but it’s worth it. 

Alec is known and knows all the heirs of the next families and the Institutes. Perhaps he doesn’t have friends, but he doesn’t need those just yet, not when he might have to get rid of them if they interfered.

Alec is impatient and he knows he is. He only saw Magnus back then for a few minutes but Alec knows his heart and it’s may not love at first sight, but Magnus is the only one Alec’s heart will ever beat for.

Alec uses that impatience to build his reputation and his skills and as a reason to gently let Jace down when his brother hopes to become parabatai.  Alec won’t take any chances with Magnus not being interested.

Alec gets tall and he gets strong and he focuses on knowing as much as he can because whatever Magnus needs or wants, Alec is going to ensure he achieves it.

There is not room for failure on his list and it’s not an accident that during Alec’s evaluation, Camille Belcourt is caught breaking the accords. The new leader is Raphael Santiago and Alec introduces himself casually, with a politeness that he doesn’t even give the clave. It’s easy enough when Alec remembers that this will be important to Magnus. That Camille is no longer a threat and that someday, Alec can offer her eternally preserved heart that rests in a chest in Alec’s room.  A present for whenever he finally sees Magnus again.

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[zhongrin]

swirl & crystallize (and more)

(self-indulgent version | original post)

◇ characters ◇ romantic!zhongli, familial!xiao, platonic!kazuha, platonic!shinobu, romantic!al haitham, platonic!ayato, familial!yaoyao

◇ tags ◇ fluff, selfship, be respectful; don't like don't read!, soft yandere on some parts

◇ a/n ◇ since the people i tagged had a lot of fun with the selfship version, it made me want to write one for myself hahah

ps. i treat the two teams as if they exist in a separate universe, so they're totally unrelated to each other!

pps. feel free to join in if you see this!

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

team 1: xiao (🏠), kazuha (👥), zhongli (💞), shinobu (👥) + lumine (👥)

(dynamics with each other in the old post)

✧— zhongli

⚘ about mei: the primordial one ⚘

i’m not sure what you’re talking about, traveler-

hm? she… told you about it? …. i see.

well, as she had requested, i hope you keep this a secret from the others. if teyvat ever knows that the master of this world herself has descended, i fear many of her people would vie for her attention. and as you know, she dislikes being in the spotlight…

⚘ about mei: husband and wife ⚘

i daresay that no one walking upon teyvat holds as much love and devotion to her as i do. it certainly is pleasing to know that my affection is reciprocated, and to this day i am still unable to fathom how she can regard me as an equal - and at times, higher - than her.

while i can say that it feels… pleasant, to know that she adores me so to the point of worship, all my life i have lived believing that it should be the other way around… so it’s quite a dilemma that i’m facing here.

✧— xiao

⚘ about mei: the primordial one ⚘

i don’t know what you’re talking about, traveler.

... huh? you knew? and rex lapis responded the same way, you say? … hmph. i see.

don’t you hit me with that ‘parent and child’ nonsense that she always jokes about. i am unfit to be someone’s ‘beloved son’ or whatever, and certainly not rex lapis and teyvat’s impetus.

⚘ about mei: mother and child ⚘

honestly, she treats me like a child despite fully knowing i can take care of myself. worrying about me whenever we dive into battles, always fussing over me to drink the qingxin tea to help with karmic debt… i’ve told her several times that her presence alone is enough to ease the burden of-

a-anyway, she’s quite the mother hen, as i’m sure you also know.

✧— kazuha

⚘ about mei: a special existence ⚘

just as how zhongli-sensei may not be all that he claims to be, i believe the same applies to his wife.

…. haha, you’re quite easy to read, traveler. it was a mere shot in the dark, with only my intuition as its guide, yet it seems like i am right once again. well, no matter. perhaps i will gain their trust in due time. now, i only wish to enjoy the present times of this delightful company.

⚘ about mei: like a sister ⚘

while a geo vision suits her, i think she would have been just as happy with an anemo vision. the way she always asks for me to float her upwards so she can glide down like an excited child is quite endearing. and the way zhongli-sensei rigidly stands by whenever she does this… *chuckles*

oh, i’m sorry, i just think he worries a little too much for his wife sometimes… it’s really quite sweet. it… reminds me of my own father, before my mother…

… ah, apologies, i didn’t mean for the atmosphere to take a gloomy turn.

anyway, i’m just happy to see her so content whenever she’s interacting with zhongli-sensei. i just wish they can dial down the public displays of affection sometimes - i personally don’t mind, but i can see that a few people constantly get secondhand embarrassments, haha!

✧— shinobu

⚘ about mei: chaotic neutral ⚘

look, i’m not saying she’s at the same level as the boss. but you have to admit, for someone who was so shy and timid at first, she sure hid a whole lot of personality once you get to know her.

she’s also a little too spoiled. have you seen how mr. zhongli would just bend over backward to abide by her words? it’s as funny as it is endearing, but i worry she’ll get in trouble one day when she accidentally steps her foot onto the wrong territory... huh? the mom friend? me? ….. *sigh*

traveler.

when am i not the mom friend?

⚘ about mei: looking out for each other ⚘

fortunately, she could be responsible and serious when she has to. it still surprises me how grounded and stern she could be when times are dire; it almost reminds me of mr. zhongli. are all geo vision holders like that, i wonder?

…. wait. scratch that. that was a stupid thought.

bonus!

✧— lumine

⚘ about mei: the primordial one ⚘

the first time i realized that this world exists for her sake, i was shocked, of course. what made her so special that a world was born just to entertain her musings? sometimes i think that if not for her, perhaps we wouldn’t have been-

..... *sigh* what am i saying. i know it’s not her fault that things unfolded this way, since she didn’t have the power to influence the events happening in teyvat. in any case, she felt responsible enough to tag along on this journey, and it’s mostly thanks to her that an ex-archon and the demon conqueror himself agreed to travel together with us. so no, i don’t resent her or anything like that. in fact, i would say that we’re good friends.

⚘ about mei: little sisters ⚘

she told me that she had older brothers, once. and it just… clicked to me. the reason why i feel like we can understand each other really well. the reason why she was so adamant to accompany me on my adventure. why she’s so empathetic whenever it comes to matters involving… him.

it’s all because she understands the pain of being separated from her family.

perhaps after i reunite with my family, i can accompany her on her voyage to look for hers? but… well, looking at how she has found a family here too, i’m not sure what she wishes to do…

team 2: al haitham (💞), ayato (👥), zhongli (💞), yaoyao (🏠)

✧— al haitham

oh my god he’s already one of my most beloved dps because dendro element’s flexibility + his high damage. it also helps that he’s the only 5* whom i have the signature weapon for lol

since he came home at 1 pity, i imagine in this scenario we just dropped by the akademiya one day on a whim to invite him to the party… and the next day the acting grand sage just goes missing, with a letter on his desk saying: “the divine one invited me to a vacation."

cue people working at the akademiya being quite literally in shambles because who do they report to now??? hello???? first the grand sage gets dethroned now the acting grand sage goes missing???????

he respects ayato and barely interacts with him, but they surprisingly get along well, be it or outside the battlefield.

with zhongli… not to say that they don’t get along well, but they certainly aren't the bestest of friends. they don’t snap at each other or anything like that though! it's just that if you leave them alone in a room, al haitham would just default to reading his book and zhongli would probably find something to amuse himself instead of talking with the akademiya scribe.

seems indifferent to yaoyao but silently looks after her. he made her a flower crown using his vision at her birthday one time, but that’s a secret he’ll take to his grave. except yaoyao proudly presented it to the other members when they asked where she got the adorable flower crown. #exposed

⚘ about zhongli: cold ⚘

surely by now, you know that i dislike quite a number of people and will not bother to try and force myself to get along with them. he’s not special in this aspect.

i simply am not a fan of sharing my... personal interests.

⚘ about ayato: elusive ⚘

the man wields his words like he wields his blades; swift strikes precisely delivered onto vital points, and before you could even blink, he’s had his sword back sheathed. very efficient and yet inefficient at the same time, i'd say.

⚘ about yaoyao: why is a child here? ⚘

i’m not sure why a young child is traveling with us, but mei kept saying she’s tagging along because she’ll make me stronger. to this day, i am unable to understand her logic, but i value her opinion so i let her do whatever she wants. surprisingly, from the combat data i’ve collected, her claim seems to be true. perhaps her godly powers are at work here. i’ll have to study this phenomenon further.

⚘ about mei: the primordial one ⚘

rin is certainly interesting, isn’t she? doesn’t exactly act like a deity when she’s supposed to be this world’s reason for existence. neither does she ask us to worship or obey her commands. and she certainly doesn’t seem to mind being treated so… well. lightly put, beneath what was supposed to be her place. hah. it’s quite refreshing.

hm. it seems like the sharp-eared consultant is glaring at me yet again. i’ll go back to reading my book now. kindly do not bother me for the next hour.

⚘ about mei: similarities ⚘

sans her periodically outgoing outbursts of energy and her deep empathy, i think we’re quite alike in the minute details of our personalities and preferences. we believe in work-life balance and our wish to lead a comfortable life overall. we’re also both not morning people. dislikes sand getting in our shoes. thinks that going out in the rain isn’t preferable. both avid fans of a good cup of coffee. she even told me my soundproof earpiece is a marvelous invention and that she always uses it too, back in the previous world she lived in. naturally, this means we get along rather swimmingly.

ah, that reminds me, i should tell her that i’ve finished making her headphones. now, if you’ll excuse me-

hm? ….. yes, i’m aware that it’s already quite late. but is that not the point? you might not know because your room is never next to the consultant’s, but at times his snores are just far too loud. this way, she can use the headphones right away. i’m sure it’ll help her to fall asleep undisturbed by any external interventions.

and besides, she likes it when i visit her at night.

✧— ayato

gameplay wise, honestly, ayato is just there to take over while i’m waiting for al haitham’s skill to cool down lol

he’s the team’s wallet, aka childe 2.0

surprisingly, ayato gets along pretty well with all of them.

yes, including al haitham.

zhongli could be a tad gullible sometimes, so ayato actually is having a blast feeding him uh… questionable lies… plus, he’s a big tease and he finds it funny to poke and prod at the stoic man. someone save zhongli

yaoyao reminds him of young ayaka, so he naturally dotes on her. big brother behavior, very wholesome.... until you realize he’s teaching her where to stab people so they bleed out and die (or in his words: ‘so bad people will get an ouchie’).

⚘ about al haitham: bet ⚘

while i can’t say our work ethics match each others’, i suppose i can bet a million mora that he’ll win in consideration as his friend.

hmm? win in what, you ask? ahaha, don’t mind my silly musings…

⚘ about zhongli: milk tea ⚘

oh, mr. zhongli is such a pleasant individual to chat over tea. speaking of, i think it’ll be tea time soon. do you perhaps have a bottle of milk, traveler? ah, perfect.

why do i need it you ask? well, the expression on his face whenever i add them to my cup of tea is always a sight to behold, haha!

⚘ about yaoyao: child labor(?) ⚘

if it was up to me i would have arrested mei for child labor. but she was smart enough to borrow what seems to be a friend of hers’ counterargument: “but you also employ sayu in shuumatsuban?”

well, i can’t possibly dispute that, can i? *chuckle* i would love to get to know that friend of hers one day.

⚘ about mei: the primordial one ⚘

haha, it really doesn’t feel like she’s teyvat’s beloved raison d’etre, doesn’t it? the way we interact with each other is a very different dynamic than what i’m used to dealing with, back home. she's vastly different than the raiden shogun, both in personality and way of life.

if i had to liken her to someone… i’d say she reminds me of ayaka. well… a more… how do i say this without incurring mr. zhongli’s disapproving glares… unhinged version of her, once you know her truly.

come now, don’t look at me like that. you know it’s true. *chuckles*

⚘ about mei: mistreatment ⚘

in my opinion, she’s very biased toward the akademiya’s scribe and wangsheng’s consultant. have you seen the charms she bestowed on them? they’re clearly of a very different quality than ours. even a normal civilian with no vision would be able to tell that they’re special. i wonder how much effort it took her to enchant those artifacts.

as someone who thought of her like a little sister and willingly prioritized her invitation to travel together, it’s very saddening that she does not put the same care for me as she does for those two. oh, how heartbreaking. i am riddled with grief. *leisurely sips boba*

✧— zhongli

d-do i even need to explain? he’s in my every team composition because of his shield and burst lol

and he’s such an eye candy too

given his (currently) non confrontational nature, he gets along well with everyone…. well. he tries to get along with ayato and al haitham.

with ayato, it’s a constant battle of innuendos and implications and it causes major headaches to people listening.

with al haitham, he’s… well… honestly i’m not sure why they don’t 'get along'. perhaps the word i’m looking for is ‘distant’? there seems to be a hidden hostility here…

gets along most with yaoyao out of the three. so many precious grandpa-granddaughter moments. it’s him who reads/tells her bedtime stories at night and she loves it a lot. this routine is the reason why she would sometimes offer to other people to read them bedtime stories.

⚘ about al haitham: rivalry ⚘

rivalry, you say? hmm…

does it look so obvious from your point of view? ... this won’t do. i really shouldn’t be relapsing to my old self… *sigh*

⚘ about ayato: customs ⚘

though our taste in beverages doesn’t align, our chats are always eye-opening. i learn much intriguing knowledge every single time. for example, apparently, inazumans have this custom to add at least one unusual, exotic ingredient into every hotpot they have. is it not most amusing?

⚘ about yaoyao: glimpse of the future (?) ⚘

ah, the young disciple of streetward rambler. such a pure-minded and responsible child. i think it’s endearing whenever mei dotes on her and carry her around everywhere. she even let yaoyao sleep in her arms while we’re traveling. it makes me think of-

…. ahem. my mind wandered a little too far there, my apologies. what was i saying? yes, she’s a sweet little one, isn’t she?

⚘ about mei: the primordial one ⚘

personally, i think she should use more of her authority. especially to our front liners. most especially to a certain high-ranking personage from sumeru. i would normally never overlook such insolence, but since mei herself told me to not interfere… *sigh* there is, unfortunately, nothing i can do but reprimand them once in a blue moon.

⚘ about mei: tea ⚘

mei is the one who controls the finances in our traveling group, but while she could be quite frugal, she always gets me whatever tea leaves they have in the market whenever we visit any encampments or cities. i appreciate that very much.

she does enjoy her coffee every now and then, but at the end of the day, she always comes back for tea. i think she might not realize it herself, but she clearly has a preference for tea over anything else - that is, including coffee.

hmm? i’m speaking allegorically? why, i’m not sure what you’re referring to, traveler. i am simply stating my observations.

✧— yaoyao

it’s actually shinobu but recently i swapped her with the new dendro child bc i wanted more variety (and that companion exp hskdjskdj)

this sun child gets along with everyone!! good job yaoyao!! she’s like a precious baby niece i don’t have sobsob

she’ll follow either al haitham or ayato around like a duckling around the marketplace if i went with zhongli (she knows he has the worst spending habits so we take turns keeping an eye on him lol). got separated from al haitham one time and he almost had a heart attack. now he holds her hand whenever they walk around in crowded places.

ayato knows how to handle children because he literally raised ayaka, so yaoyao loves being around him! he’ll fulfill her more childish wants that she never voices out loud (out of consideration for others) with a snap of his finger.

zhongli is yet another expert at childcare (although he has his clumsy moments) and he’s on friendly terms with all the adepti so yaoyao considers him at the same level as her adepti friends. he’d take her into his arms if she ever falls asleep while we’re walking about.

i’m gonna cry these are all adorable as fuck help

⚘ about al haitham: protection ⚘

mister al haitham looks a little scary at first, but you know what? he’s super caring! whenever there are battles, he always, always makes sure that i’m out of harm’s way first! *huffs* i kept telling him i can handle monsters on my own, but he just crouched down and patted my head. he didn’t even refute it!!

*sigh* i suppose his manners are a little lacking, but he means well, so i’ll overlook it, hehe.

⚘ about ayato: kind ⚘

ayato gege sneaks me candies every now and then! they’re always sakura-flavored, and i can’t get them in liyue markets, so he told me he’ll get them especially exported from inazuma to liyue when we stop traveling together! isn’t he so kind?

oh, and he’s especially good at putting up my hair! i think he’s used to doing it… he mentioned having a little sister once. maybe he used to put her hair up?

⚘ about zhongli: warmth ⚘

mister zhongli reminds me of the adepti, because he’s very dignified and knowledgeable! but apparently, he’s just human like me... but i still like him! he’s very nice and mature, save for his impulsive purchase habits...

he also tells me bedtime stories, and it makes me fall asleep within five minutes… *yawn* oh dear, thinking about it makes me sleepy… i think i’ll ask mei jiejie if i can take a short nap…

⚘ about mei: the primordial one ⚘

oh, meirin jiejie is really kind! she always shares any sweets she buys, and whenever miss shenhe visits us we would ask her to help making these cold yummy treats called ice cream! now if only she would eat her veggies with the same vigor…

⚘ about mei: secrets ⚘

jiejie and i tell a lot of secrets to each other! she tells me it’s because i’m a special child… i’m really flattered that she would trust me that much! but anyway, she told me you’re a close friend of hers, miss lumine, so i can tell you one of her secrets!

okay, so, jiejie never really admitted it outright, but i think she’s very fond of mr. zhongli and mr. al haitham… she always talks about them and she’s always saying about how handsome and capable they are! i asked her who she would marry and she got all red, hehe. who do you think will get to marry her, miss lumine?

bonus because i adore yaoyao so much:

© zhongrin | 2023 ◆ no repost. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!

#genshin impact #rin writes #rin selfships #zhongrin #zhongrinth #meitham #yandere #zhongli #al haitham #xiao #yaoyao #shinobu #kazuha #ayato #lumine

[scorpioracha]

Dating Jisung

Hey guys!! I’m so sorry for the wait on sungie, College has been beating my ass💀 but it is almost sungie day so I have a special surprise for y’all then as a repayment for my month long ✨hiatus✨🥲 yktv likes,reblogs,comments and cute lil tags make my heart happy. I hope you enjoy!!

-where do I begin with this boy? When it comes to dating Jisung first and foremost you are never alone. He’s always with you in some way,shape or form, whether physically in the room,on the phone or in tiny little notes around the house.

-Like many of the boys it’s giving very much so friends to lovers. But the line where you went from friends to lovers is honestly quite blurred. Y’all don’t even have an anniversary 💀

-But he’s not one for big spectacles or holidays anyways. It makes him anxious and he’d rather show his appreciation for you in other ways—he’s a quality time kind of guy.

-take them tiddies out cause he tryna see ‘em am to the pm double d ‘em and he need ‘em😫

-Jisung loves him some tiddies. He loves big tiddies,small tiddies,saggy tiddies,perky tiddies,etc. He does not discriminate, if he can get his hands or his mouth on them he’s a happy man.

-the type to just stick his hands up your shirt when you’re alone. Those are no longer just your tiddies, but with the amount of pretty bras he buys you, he’s definitely pulling his weight.

-I can not stress how the line between platonic and romantic simply had not existed between the two of you in years

-Whatever boundaries may have existed between the two of you absolutely melted into particles and floated into the stratosphere

-they say not to get too comfortable in your relationship too early but you guys have always been extremely comfy with each other. Very much so taking a shit in the bathroom while you’re in the shower

-Late night cuddles on the couch watching whatever anime catches your his eye. He has a bad habit of quoting dialogue and spoiling the plot

“And then because Itadori is like this sporty ass dude he-“

“Sung. I will end you.”

-Since sungie is apart of the introvert line a lot of your dates are just chilling at home or going to secluded areas to sit and talk.

-The park at night, the beach early in the morning, his s t u d i o

-half the time you’re with Jisung you’re in the studio with him. You’ve got your own little desk in there to do homework and he keeps a pillow and blanket—plus stuffed animals that he will deny are his—for you in case you come in sleepy

-the best to be around when you’re anxious or overwhelmed. He doesn’t mind sitting in silence with you just so you have another soul there.

-Your university is roughly in the same area as the company building—you guys planned it that way back when you were long distance👉🏾👈🏾—so he gets into the habit of meeting you after class. Usually at a little cafe or something so he can get all the tea about your day

-Jisung is a bit of a nerd. He’s the boyfriend who genuinely enjoys helping you with your homework. One of his love languages is acts of service his other one is being nosey cause wtf are you learning he tryna see somethin real quick🤨

-Late night conversations that only slightly border on existential and leave the both of you too freaked to sleep. Those nights end in the tv being turned on to whatever lighthearted shit is on at 2am

-He can be a cuddle bug when he wants to be. Sometimes he wants his space but other times he is latched to your back as you’re getting ready for class in the morning.

-but like any other member, when there’s Jisung, there’s seven other men you didn’t sign up for

-the amount of times you have woken up with another member *cough cough Felix-* in bed with y’all💀

“Good morning y/n, morning sung🥰☺️” headass😒

-In a similar vain congrats! You’ve just been added to the Maknae line. Enjoy your stay because there is no way out-

-Honestly Chan and Minho are so stressed they wouldn’t even notice another person in the dorms💀

Chan: Hi Felix,hi Jeongin,hi Y/n, hi Jis-Y/N???!

NSFW

-Needy.

-That is one of the only words I could use to describe sex with Jisung. Rushed half kisses, bruises from holding each other too tight, panties ripped at the seams, ✨the works✨

-my strictly dom Jisung besties, this is not the place for you to be. This baby is a switch with a HEAVY sub lean. He wants to be taken care of and cooed at and babied *cough cough mommy kink cough cough*

-But he is surprisingly not one of our pillow princes. No no no, we’ve got another service top right here. He’s the type to rail you into next week while you yank at a leash around his neck.

-He wants to fuck you until you’re seeing stars and then have you deny him of his pleasure over and over and over again until he’s pussy drunk and crying.

-If you’re both subby? Prepare for neither of you to have the brain cell in that current moment. Aftercare items will be laid out before hand and you guys will honestly just go at it until you both pass out.

-Jisung is so fucking intuitive but also the dumb of ass. He’s not going to know you want to sub for him if you don’t tell him. There’s no dropping hints, no shy subtle blah blah blah—you literally have to sit him down and spell it out clear as day. That’s when the puzzle pieces start clicking for him and he becomes the most smug motherfucker known to man.

-This boy may have a sub lean but he’s got a degradation kink that goes both ways. He’s going to have his cock shoved down your throat and chastise you for choking on it. All the while you’re sitting there like ???!

-The duality of this man.

-He wants you fucked out and drooling for him until the only things you can verbalize are please and thank you.

-But domming is vulnerable for him the same way subbing is for a lot of people. It means he trusts you. It doesn’t come naturally to him so he trusts that you’ll let him know if he’s doing good for you or pushing your limits or anything of that sort. It makes his heart all squishy and shit and usually comes to him while he’s rearranging your guts.

-Even when he’s domming he can never be collected for long. He can’t fucking edge you.

-He just can’t.

-He doesn’t have the patience,he’s weak for your puppy dog eyes and he can’t stand denying you anything. He’s an overstimulation kind of guy.

-not really an honorifics or titles kind of man, much more prefers to hear you scream his name.

#skz #skz headcanons #skz hard thoughts #skz fluff #skz reactions #dating skz #skz jisung #stray kids jisung #stray kids headcanons

[louissatturi]

CELLBIT AWNSERING TO STUPID BACKLASH ABOUT THE ONE-SHOT ON DISCORD

"I enter to see people's reaction wait and talk a little bit, i just read a bunch of out of nowhere toxicity because im doing something special with New friends.

This one-shot is heppening before the 3 spin-off because EDM (enigma of fear) delayed and that is out of my control, we are trying hard to create something interesting and yall who say that "support" the thing are only slendering because it has people yall dont know or because is in a languege yall arent fluent, althought it was already clarified that i are un search of a Professional translator team to maximize acessibility as much as possible

I feel sad with this reaction, and all i can say is : it it dosent interest you, dont consume it

Yall arent oblied to stay here, and are welcomed to give space to people that are actually interesting on the things instead of hating something that has the effort of dozens of people"

"Innit?, we ware already waiting/hoping* for that,they think that everything from ordem is too expand the universe but maybe he (Cellbit) just wanted to play RPG with his friends innit?"

Exactly, if I do spin-offs expanding on the lore and adding diferent layers, the problem is "its too complicated it was better when it was just friends playing RPG".

If i do a really short special to play with friends in getting to know, it will be "bad because it wont be relevant".

Honestely,Im only here because i care about the personal oppnions of the people in here (discord) and always come to check out what yall are talking about,I could just ignore it and go to work and everything would end up Alright anyways.

I just feelt sad seeing this type of reaction when people are working their ass off*, and who many doors this will open, enable a live-action, animation or whatever thing with the product in ENGLISH and shows results and looks way easier.

But anyways, because it was to do with minecraft and gringo creators, its a huge problem to some people in here(discord). Honestly i just really greatful for the people defending and supporting the thing (ordem paranormal), thats crucial for us to keep going having energy to do all off this.

It would be 10.000x easier to just stream minecraft 12 hours a day and gain a fuck ton off money without doing any other project, i do this because i LOVE it and want to keep doing even more.

Again, thanks for the support, and lets give your best to surprise everybody again with this special that is going to be rad* ❤️ im sure that will be really fucking fun"

TRANSLATOR NOTES

* he dosent use such crude languege when saying this, he says "trabalhando mais que nada" (working more then nothing) but because it dosent exist in english i used this cruder expression

* animal can be used as rad in brazilian portuguese

#cellbit #ordem paranormal #ordem paranormal quarentena

[lanterne]

Recently in my history class, we learned a little bit about Robespierre and other stuff around him. We were told that he "had the characteristics of a cult leader", and that he got Danton, Camille and their supporters executed in an effort to stop the terror from being ended. And that he didn't want the terror to end so that he keep his power and position within the CPS. What are your thoughts on this?

ohhh anon sorry if i get long-winded and rambly bc

there's a lot to unpack here

i'll take a look at each of the claims you were told, hope this helps clarify them.

First I should clarify that by "terror" I mean the emergency measures put in place by the convention to get through the crisis. I have to clarify this bc most people think the terror was just guillotining people. Newer history books (and I mean academic ones, not school textbooks) say that calling it "the terror" its inaccurate, but that's more advanced (?) and i dont wanna confuse you with that, so I'll just keep refering it as "terror" from now on.

"had the characteristics of a cult leader"

Which caracteristics? cult leaders claim to be special chosen ones or that they have access to hidden knowledge, they seek to attract and manipulate vulnerable people so they can take advantage of them and demand complete subservience.

Is true Robespierre got an obsessive following that got to weird levels of adoration, but it was more like the parasocial following of celebrities (people get that weird with modern celebrities too). There's no proof that he exploited them economically or physically. Yes, he had an ego like every educated white man from the era, and he had a tendency to self-martyrise in his speeches, but he didn't claim to be special or that he had all the answers. However, it is a common cliché that he sent to the guillotine anyone that disagreed with him, but he didn't have the authority to do that, and he even went out of his way to save political enemies he didn't see as direct threats to the republic (ie, he opposed the arrest of twenty-two (? I think, I always see a different number tbh) girondins in may 1793).

That being said, i see where your teacher is coming from, this is an easy assertion to make if you learn about the festival of the supreme being without the historical context behind it and come to the conclusion that this guy simply made up a religion out of nowhere.

Robespierre was very spiritual and the festival was important to him, but he wasn't the one that proposed it. It was another deputy, Mathieu, that brought a project to the CPS to organize a series of civic festivals consecrated to the supreme being (more on that on Mathiez's fall of Robespierre). Robespierre was in charge of presenting Mathieu's project to the convention and made a speech defending the social utility of a state religion, so the convention approved it. Since he was president of the convention by the time the festival was scheduled, he was the one to precede it, which gave him a lot of visibility that was used against him later. The point is that while he was very invested and attached to the festival, it wasn't something he did out of a whim.

Second, the concept of deism and the supreme being was very old at that point. Both declarations of the rights of men and the constitutions of 1791 and 1793 were consecrated to the supreme being. French revolutionaries in general were influenced by enlightenment ideas about God, which affirms that the universe was created by a supreme being, but rejects organized religion. Robespierre was very religious in this sense, but he still believed in religious liberty, and the point of these civic festivals and decreeing that "the french people acknowledge the existence of the Supreme Being and the immortality of the soul" was to foment religious liberty (idk if they thought of this, but the idea of a Supreme being is so vague, anyone can project whatever God they want into it) and appease the divisions caused by decristianization.

2. he got Danton, Camille and their supporters executed in an effort to stop the terror from being ended

This only makes sense if one believes that Robespierre had complete control of everything that was happening in France at the time. The dantonists' arrest was the work of the committees of public safety and general security in conjunction. I probably should explain how it got to that point, but it's a very long and complicate story and tbh i don't have a full grasp of it myself. It was a chain of events that started with Fabre shenanigans trying to cover his tracks stealing from the liquidation of the east india company and it became a massive mess that ended up with conspiracy charges against a bunch of people including Danton.

Before that, Danton and Desmoulins were advocating for a cease of the terror (and by terror i mean the state of emergency) because they believed that, since the Vendée and federalist revolts had been repressed, it was time to go back to normal, however there still was the external conflict (against all of Europe) in one side, and the Hébertists in another. The hébertists were demanding an increase of the terror and were threatening to overthrow the government if it didn't comply. So, Robespierre thought it wouldn't be wise to end the terror right there.

Robespierre tried to defend them for a while, despite disagreeing with them over stopping the terror, but at some point the evidence against Danton became too much for him to ignore. Whether that evidence proved anything or not it's still up for debate but what matters here is that he and the committees believed it, and at that time there was a lot of paranoia around treason and foreign conspiracy, so what might have been just a case of embezzlement turned into treason etc. But no, Robespierre had hesitated a lot to sign their arrest and when he was arrested himself in 9 thermidor, he was accused of trying to defend Danton AND blamed for his death because this man can never win.

3. he didn't want the terror to end so that he keep his power and position within the CPS

This one's tricky and I'm gonna get subjective/speculative territory because, on one side, I believe he was sick of the terror and there's some "cries for help" that hint of his exhaustion, but he didn't think it should have ended right away when it was the time to end it (with the french victory in the battle of Fleurus). He was mentally deteriorated by the crisis and the conga line of treasons had made him unable to see an end to it, he kept seeing conspiracy and murder plots everywhere. But also by that time he pretty much ghosted the goverment for a month, so whatever he thought about ending the terror or not didn't matter, the goverment kept going with it and using and abusing his prairial law anyway. The goriest period coincides with his absense. You could argue that he still caused it with the prairial law, which I agree, but I think the convention, the committees and the tribunals were equally responsible. Tbh this is a can of worms and historians still fight about it, so i cant give you a definitive answer.

I don't think he would want to stay in a position that had destroyed him physically and emotionally, with people that he hated, to keep power that he didn't have anymore. Being in the CPS didn't even pay well. He said himself in the 8th thermidor speech that he valued his position as a deputy of the convention more than his position in the CPS. I see him quitting soon and staying as far away from the goverment as possible, maybe even from Paris, had he survived... But that's just my personal opinion.

Im so so so sorry for this Bible length post anon, I had many thoughts about it. I don't recommend you to fight your teacher with this info bc I'm not a historian, I'm just some guy online. However, be critical of what you learn in school (assuming it's school, if this is the first time you learn about the frev) bc it simplifies history a lot and the nuances get lost. I know this is a lot of info to take in, I hope I didn't just confuse you further.

#frev #Robespierre #This post is like... Congratulations! or sorry what happened #Genuinely sorry for the length anon

[beepboopkek]

— I will always come to your aid (AMAB!Reader)

AFAB!Reader has also been posted! including: Jing Yuan cw: !!NSFW!!, amab!reader, grammar and spelling errors possible, pwp but barely, hinted that reader has a s1ze k1nk, f1ng3r1ng, reader is a little sarcastic, still spreading my Jing Yuan is a Bastard (affectionate) agenda, masturbat1on, getting caught masturbat1ng, d1rty talk, cum eat1ng, no use of y/n, reader can be interpreted as the trailblazer but they are NOT stelle/caelus, safe sane and consensual w/c: 2k a/n: people liked strip starchess so much so here is another one of my brainrots... i dont usually like this troupe that much but i find myself excusing anything and everything for jing yuan so here we are. for my female reader likers i got u, its being posted right after this so you guys can enjoy too :3. also just remember that this is NOT stelle/caelus, its the you haha, i dont like shipping the raccoons with anyone as a personal pref so I'm just making that clear :3. anyways same warning as last time this is like my third time writing smut and also english isn't my first language. enjoy!!

The crisis on the Xianzhou Luofu was mostly over.

Which meant you had to leave the man you had fallen head over heels in love with.

Well— love may be an exaggeration but you weren't fucking around when it came to him.

Jing Yuan.

Your eyes had been hooked onto him the second you two met, his pleasant smile, his calm demeanor, his body—fuck, everything about him enamored you.

You could only wish that there was some other universe where he reciprocated your feelings.

You departed with a respectful nod of the head, despite wanting to smoosh your face between his pecs and cry about never getting to see them again.

The only hope that you did have though, was the jade abacus he had gifted you and your companions.

“No matter how astronomically distant you are, The Luofu Cloud Knights will always come to the aid of the Crew, whatever your need may be.”

Of course, his next sentence was to not use it for trivial matters when he saw March’s reaction, much to your amusement.

There was a discussion on who should keep the jade abacus, March being ruled out first much to her annoyance.

It landed between you and Dan Heng and given his history with the Xianzhou Luofu, he handed it to you.

That's how you ended up here, standing in front of your locked door with the abacus in your hand.

What if you grip it— You need to rinse your brain with cold water at this point…

You flopped onto bed, letting the exhaustion of the day seep into your bones as the plush blanket and pillows surrounded you.

You threw the abacus to your side, you'll take care of it later, not like you're gonna need it right now anyway.

Your mind flooded with images of Jing Yuan, his voice and everything you had been through together.

Fuck.

Your hand drifted towards your dick, already feeling some pre-cum gathering at the thought of what you were about to do.

— Touch yourself to the thought of the General of the Cloud Knights on the Xianzhou Luofu, one of the most powerful beings to ever exist in history.

You shook your doubts away, he's just Jing Yuan to you.

You took off your shorts in record speed, tossing your boxers along with it.

You never really touched yourself that often so you tried to imagine your hand being his instead.

You rubbed the head of your cock, gasping at the cold touch of your fingers on the warm flesh.

How would he touch you?

He'd take his time, surely. He's not one to rush things— He'd work you open slowly for his cock—fuck, you're sure it's in proportion with how goddamn large his body is.

You moaned as you inserted two fingers inside your asshole. You wanted to imagine Jing Yuan doing it, really, But, you also wanted an orgasm quickly so you can sleep. So, you just decided to go with imagining his voice talking to you.

You pistoned your fingers in and out, curling them at the spot only you could reach with your much smaller hands.

It was too intense, the thought of his deep voice guiding you through was enough to get your orgasm to graze along the edges of  your belly slowly, building up to be a strong one.

You grabbed the blanket next to you, gripping it tightly as you whispered Jing Yuan's name and continued thrusting your fingers inside you.

You swear the normal part of your brain recognised you gripping an object while gripping the blanket as well but you were genuinely too out of it to care in the slightest.

You're just about to orgasm when everything in your room rattles, as if there's an earthquake. 

Which should be impossible considering you are literally on a massive train that travels through space.

You let go of the blanket and sit up in shock, looking around to see what happened.

…With your fingers still inside you.

“Followers of the Nameless, I am here to assist you, tell me about the situ— Oh.”

You blinked.

Jing Yuan blinked.

Oh. Fuck.

You scrambled, ripping your fingers out and slapping your lower half with a pillow.

“J-Jing Yuan I-” 

You gulped, trying to calm your racing heart, you just got caught masturbating by your crush.

Life is going great.

Your cheeks and ears were beet red now, opening and closing your mouth as you tried to say something, anything to get you out of this situation.

Jing Yuan was just as surprised, if not astonished, by the scene that had unfolded in front of him.

He was finishing up some paperwork that Lady Fu had so kindly delivered to him in the Alchemy Commission when suddenly, the jade abacus he had clipped to his belt loop started vibrating.

Not one to panic, he quickly unhooked it and got it closer to his ear, so that he could hear what the Express were asking of.

What he didn't expect was to hear the voice of his crush, the one that he has acquired after decades of not entertaining any romantic relationships, whispering and calling out his name.

Okay, maybe now he should panic.

Without a second thought, Jing Yuan summoned his weapon and gripped the jade abacus back, signaling it to teleport him to your location.

Paperwork be damned he would rather lose a 100 years of his life if it mean you would be safe.

That landed him here, in front of a half naked (and very surprised) you.

He dissolved his weapon into thin air and folded his arms against his chest.

“Well, this is a surprise.”

“Wow, you don't say.”

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow at your tone.

“S-sorry, I don't know how you got here.”

An interesting turn of events.

“... Did you not call for me?”

“No, Why would I? Even if I did, how did you just…magically appear here?”

“Oh, dear.”

“What?”

“The jade abacus. I think you… I think you gripped it while you were…busy.”

He looked into your eyes and back down at the pillow that was barely covering your lower half.

“The jade aba—” 

You cut yourself off, turning to your side to where you had thrown it, only to find the wretched object to be in the center of your crumpled blanket.

“Fuck.” 

“Jing Yuan— I am so, so , so, sorry, I swear this was an honest mistake and I'll—”

Jing Yuan cut you off with the raise of his hand. “I forgive you.” “Really? Great let me j—”

“On one condition.” Of course there’s a catch. You sighed begrudgingly.

“What do you need help with?” “Quite the opposite, actually.” Your eyes widened but before you could let out your protests, Jing Yuan spoke up again. “You let me help you finish.” The gall of this man.You’re still going to take the chance that he doesn’t know what you were doing. “Finish what?”

You tried to sound innocent but your voice came out breathier than you wanted it to be. “Dont play coy now, you know exactly what I mean.” Your face burnt in embarrassment as you looked away. Jing Yuan dragged your desk chair and got it to the front of your bed before sitting down and making himself comfortable, propping one leg on the other and leaning back. “Go on, show me exactly what you were doing before I got here,hm?” “I can’t.” Jing Yuan paused, shit, had he misread the situation? Maybe he should—

“I can’t do it without you.” You had covered your red face at this point, way too embarrassed to look him in the eye while speaking. Jing Yuan just about lost it at that, abandoning all doubt and pouncing on you, grabbing your face to take you in a devouring kiss. He threw the pillow covering your bottom half in a random direction, quickly pecking you on the cheeks before pulling your hand over his. “Guide me.” You nodded shyly and pushed his hand towards your hard cock again. Fuck. His hands were just the way you imagined them. Warm and big, enough to hold your own two hands.

His hand (under your guidance and insistence) wrapped around your dick. “I’ve barely touched you, were you letting out pre while we were talking, hm? Did it turn you on to have me catch you in such an embarrassing state?” Jing Yuan whispered in your ear as he hovered over you and you thanked every Aeon known for this opportunity because fuck, your imagination did not do any justice to how good the general was. Jing Yuan gave your cock a few strokes before using the pre-come as lube and dipped the tip of his finger in your asshole, not entering but adding just enough stimulation for you to feel something there.

“Answer me.”

“No, I swear I didn’t, Jing Yuan, please—”

Jing Yuan smiled, he didn’t know you would be this easy to subdue.

He gently thrusted his finger inside, watching your face for any discomfort or resistance.

But, he was only met with your blissed out face, as you gasped in pleasure from his ministartions.

“Were you able to reach here?” He curled his finger upwards, hitting your sensitive spot just right.

You threw your hand over your mouth, pinching your mouth shut and praying, once again, to all the aeons you knew that the other passengers on the Express were dead asleep and couldn’t hear you. Granted, your room was the last in the carriage and had a decent amount of sound proofing but, you were still not risking it.

Your snapped out of your worries when Jing Yuan pushed in another finger alongside the one that was already in you.

“It looks like you’re getting distracted, maybe I’m not doing my job well enough?”

“N—Fuck, Its good, I’m sorry—Shit—”

Jing yuan simply kissed your head affectionately like he wasnt fingering you to hell and back right now and picked up the pace of his fingers.

Your hand was just gripping his wrist and you werent sure if it was to egg him to continue or get him to slow down and stop.

Maybe both.

Your head rolled back on the bed, exposing your bare neck to Jing Yuan as he immediately took the opportunity to cover your neck in kisses, Aeons be dammed. There's no way hes letting you walk out of this room unmarked and not carrying any proof of the evening you spent with him.

You gasped as Jing Yuan wrapped his other hand around your dick and your orgasm finally, finally overtook you. You shook in the general’s grasp as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out, drawing out the pleasure.

Taking his soaked fingers off your dick, he popped them in his mouth, savouring the taste while you recovered from the intense bout of sensations you just went through.

You propped yourself up on your elbows again, looking at Jing Yuan owlishly as your head cleared from the horniness.

Jing Yuan only smiled at you before holding your head and kissing your forehead again before gathering you in his arms.

“Call me old fashioned or old but I do believe in the proper process of courting someone and,”

He looked into your eyes as he cupped your face in one palm and brushed the thumb along the seam of your chin.

“I think we skipped a few steps.”

“Yeah, no shit, general.”

He laughed at that, his chest shaking as the deep sound rumbled from his throat, you blushed again.

You were in the arms of the man you’ve wanted to kiss since you stepped foot on the Xianzhou ship. You covered your burning face with your palms again as Jing Yuan’s laughter died down into little chuckles.

“We did all of that and youre getting shy now?”

“Shut up. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

“Wanted what? To get fingered by me?”

“No! — I mean that too, I guess, but I meant being held by you! Stop playing games, Jing Yuan.”

Jing Yuan only laughed as he took his free hand and grabbed your hands, turning them towards him one after the other and kissing the palm.

“I jest, I jest. But, I must stay here for the night. I’m afraid I can't travel back to the Xianzhou Luofu seeing as we aren’t closeby.”

You smiled.

Jing Yuan’s eyes twinkled in mischief right back at you.

“Be my guest.”

#jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan smut #jing yuan x you #jing yuan the man that you are

[cathchicken]

I think I need to clarify a few things from my last comic. I posted this on reddit as well, earlier today, and I think the mention of non-toh subjects sparked some confusion/discussion. So I want to make a few things clear and go over what I probably messed up on. Sorry, it got a little long, but if any of you were from the reddit post/indulge in dimensional/multiverse theories, you may appreciate this:

- So, a lot of people mainly pointed out how I sort of fumbled the definition of the Kardashev scale. I am aware the scale specifically ranks a civilization’s use of power, NOT how powerful the civilization is. The collector was a pretty bad person to rank, and I was also aware of that, which is why I tried to explain that my ranking of him was just a VERY rough one. He is only an individual, and we have seen so little of his capabilities in general that I couldn’t possible try to theorize how his species would function. I think the confusion spawned from my terrible wording in the comic, as the collector references his physical powers, and then directly moves on to the Kardashev idea. In my head this was a separate thought, but when I wrote it, they weren’t even separate sentences aha. My bad!! Also, someone smart pointed out how we don’t even KNOW if the collector is even a species, or if he’s actually a rando just blessed with really powerful abilities. All in all, adding the kardashev scale in the comic and frivolously ranking the collector was sort of pointless... a fun sort of pointless, but I can see where you all are coming from. Sorry about that!

- Other people discussed my mentioning of the term “god” and what the definition of a god is. So, this idea is ENTIRELY up to your opinion, to be honest, but to make the comic less confusing, this is how I see it: An actual god, in reference to this comic and potentially other things I may talk about, are 10th dimensional beings (or higher) that, essentially, are all powerful, exist in all timelines, exist in all physical places/universes, all at the same time, and can manipulate whatever they want. Now this to some will sound ridiculously silly, which is why I even talked about it in the comic. This definition is not the actual Wikipedia or dictionary definition, it is just my own idea. It is not inherently real, it is just theoretical. Hopefully I made that clear... people in the comments started to reference other “gods” (and when I use quotations, I do not mean they are wrong, just not relevant to the definition I previously explained) in media, like Greek gods. I hope I didn’t offend anyone by trying to explain I wasn’t really talking about them, and just expressing my own idea, but I have a feeling I probably read some responses wrong and a lot of confusion came out of it. Other definitions of godhood in media are not more “incorrect” than mine, I was just trying to explain that the comic was taking place in a universe where my definition was inherently real. I added it for fun, not to challenge other people’s beliefs/ideas. My mistake by sort of just going off about how I personally like to see these dimensions instead of clarifying they were only my opinion, didn’t help either. In conclusion: these were my little headcanons I made up, and I didn’t mean to offend anyone, so I also apologize for that!

- One last little thing: I added string theory at the end purely for jokes. I thought “oh haha string theory is supposed to take place in 11 dimensions right?? hah what if the collector knows about that too”. So yeah, I REALLY didn’t think about how string theory would even be connected to the universe, and I am also not an expert on it either. If that bothers you... I don’t know what to say, but I’ll avoid talking about it in future posts so I don’t mess things up. I should educate myself first!

Alright, that’s pretty much it... I know me making a post about this is silly, but I am just as invested in theories like higher dimensions and multiverses just like you guys. If anything, talking about this stuff is actually pretty cool! You guys are like me :) And learning more about these things and revising my theories is probably a good thing too. This was a silly little toh comic, and I only wish to continue making more silly toh comics!!

#multiverse #higher dimensions #toh #toh collector #i dont even know if i should add tags

[princerevelucide]

Sometimes you mention that you've had an idea for a kiu sequel story, I haven't seen you talk about it in detail anywhere before unless I missed it? Please feel free to use this ask to ramble as much as you'd like about it!

i never really did talk about it in much detail!! i always wanted to actually do something with it, but it’s honestly very unlikely at this point since i’m no writer lmao, so i may as well just full plot summary at this point. it’s very self indulgent because it features my ocs AND focuses on my favorite guy :)

it was going to start with somewhat cliche ~imbalances of power~ popping up in a few spots, specifically five of them that each had a different effect and were badly messing with humans (palutena cares, viridi does not) and with animals and plantlife (palutena cares, viridi VERY MUCH cares) and so angels are sent off to investigate, as well as probably phosphora and some of viridi’s little creatures too. these five spots are eventually found to be connected to the five primal gods who created the universe and have been dormant since, with each of the magic voids tapping into something they represented - life, love, time, sky, and shadow.

of course, this upsets other forces too, leading to gods that weren’t involved in the war on hades trying to work out what was going on (aka my main ocs asterie, linus, raniris, and dia) and other such things that would probably make it so the first few chapters are relatively low stakes and just getting into the whole thing. raniris and dia are introduced around here as dia becomes part of Team Angel to figure out what’s going on.

the first major turning point would be when aurum invasion 2 happens, except it’s probably not really the aurum is just the same concept but more intelligent. they do whatever and in the process of pit and dark pit dismantling the place and being the main characters, the Not Aurum take loose shed feathers that they naturally dropped during combat (dia’s magic wings do not shed) and uses them to create an AI clone of them both that uses their combined DNA as a base, that being pit0.exe or just Zero. he has his moment and his character arc and he dies and everyone thinks the whole thing was just a momentary distraction that’s finally over.

but zero’s existence catches the attention of the primal goddess of life who is waking, as even as an ai he’s deemed to be his own living being with a soul and a heart. and he has connections to pit - sure, of course she knows of pit, she knows of every life that’s ever come and gone, even while she was dormant - but then she notices the other half of zero’s basis and realised that there’s a living, breathing life she’d never seen before, that being dark pit. the existence of the rogue ai has drawn Life’s attention to the mirror clone she never saw before.

that’s part of why i always did mention that the plot of this story boiled down to that one post that’s something like, ‘god just called me and said he didn’t make me and didn’t know what i was’

palutena and viridi notice the ancient power voids slowly growing and becoming more active, taking a bit to realise they’re targeting them; taking even longer to realise they’re not generally attacking them all back in self defense or anything, but are now targeting dark pit and eventually end up pulling him into one of the voids where no one can follow to get him out.

this of course becomes both an ecological disaster because the voids continue to grow and act out and affect the world around them, but it’s now also a rescue mission that feels really bleak. how in the hell, after all, do you rescue someone who was abducted by ancient gods older than the universe, from whom the current gods spawned and have no actual power over them, and yet are our only hopes?

for a while it’s a search mission and a self defense thing as they try to survive and find weak points in the primal gods’ voids. it depends on pit and dia as the main angels at the front, and eventually aui shows up too to help out, as urged by mynta who is not actively around at this point. asterie and linus would also be more formally introduced around this point too.

and okay so from there the concept is somewhat underdeveloped, but the idea was in part that dark pit’s previously-unnoticed-by-the-primordial-soup vessel becomes a sacrificial lamb for the five primal gods - literally becoming a shadow in ritual robes with sheep’s horns and tail, no voice, and barely even a face - and the trouble becomes ‘well we’ve found him, now how do we get him out of there and get the primal gods to back off of our world without killing him’. something something remake the rebelling world, something something please don’t do that and also can we have our edgy guy back too. just imagine an epic zelda final boss fight.

that is pretty much as much as i’ve got for my kiu sequel… and i would happily hand it and my ocs all over to sakurai to make it a reality if i could

#kirby answers #anonymous #kid icarus #kid icarus uprising

[miaisnotacat]

Name: Ling Luo

Age: 16

Height: 163cm

Weight: 52kg

Birthday: July 14

Nationality: Chinese

Gender: Female

Signing age: 13

Timeline: The original timeline has been destroyed by the rescue witch (Madoka Witch), so I can only wander between parallel universes

character:

Gentle and kind, not very courageous but always pretending to be brave and decisive, will think carefully before doing things, but because of easy self-denial and no actual action, often have an evasive mentality, and the inner drama is very serious

Likes: drawing, handmade, fantasy, chocolate

Dislikes: Bitter melon, people who trust you, betrayal

Soul Gem Color: Vermilion, Amber

desire:

"I want to see other worlds and become friends with everyone there!"

Originally, there was very little karma, and she should have become a witch directly after making a wish to "explore other worlds and meet new friends" that transcended her own karma, but because of the particularity of the wish, Lingluo in other universes and her After the combination, the causality is also folded, making it the existence with the largest amount of causality in this universe

Inherent ability: <space jump>

Traveling through different time and space and worlds, and people in other worlds will have an inexplicable affection for her

(As long as it is within the scope of the second dimension, you can go there)

Derivative capacity:

〈Teleportation Barrier〉

Creates two teleportation arrays within the visible area

(Its usage is similar to the game "Portal")

Unique Weapons:

Knife, often used in melee combat, is also a tool for <space jump>

Derived weapons:

Bow, often used for ranged attacks

Double-ended knife, mainly used as a temporary foothold, and occasionally used as a weapon

Shotguns, I am a little afraid of gunshots, so I don't like to use them

The reason for despair: under the guidance of qb, I think that I shouldn't set foot in other worlds from the beginning, and I feel that if I don't interfere, my original universe will not be destroyed

Witching:

"In a certain parallel universe, she exists on the same level as the Relief Witch"

Witch of false gods; whose nature is gaffe

This witch is sad because of the mistakes she made in the past. She can't think of a solution, so she chooses to pretend to sleep to avoid the problem, but the timid witch may be "woke up" as long as there is a little commotion

worship

Servant of the Witch of a False God; whose duty is to be a believer

These subordinates were turned into cursed humans. They worshiped the witch extremely and regarded her as a god. They waited on the witch all day long, hoping to get a response from the witch one day.

angels

Servant of the Witch of the False God; whose duty is to protect

He thinks he is the witch's messenger, and for her sake, he will do whatever it takes to eliminate the intruders who disturb the witch

Witch's Enchantment:

The barrier is so huge that it covers the entire earth, making all human beings except the magical girl cursed

Although the witch's own ability does not need to hide in the barrier, but because the witch is too timid, she has been hiding in the depths of the barrier

一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一 The content is google translation, my English is very bad

(arms)

#madoka magica oc #madoka magica

[wigglebox]

okay, final predictions for the finale rant/ramble/whatever you want

Questions answered

i don’t believe literally everything is going to be answered simply bc there has to be a balance when you don’t know if you’re gonna get another season. i personally believe that there has to be a balance of some questions answered with some still remaining simply bc for every percent of a chance you have of NOT continuing, you have a chance OF continuing. 

So here are the questions i think will get answered:

We’ll figure out where they are in terms of space and time

We’ll figure out a LITTLE bit as to why Dean is doing what he’s doing 

We’ll figure out who the Akrida Queen is 

Here are some of my musings going into the finale:

I personally believe everything is taking place in The Empty. If you’re new around here, I am a BIIIIIIIG subscriber of the Chuck Won theory, and in order for this theory to work in my head, I need it so that Dean was never actually in Heaven when it came to 15x20. Neither was Cas. 

It’s my personal opinion, and I’ve chatted about this on @endofthebookpod with @jewishdeanwinchester and @evergreencowboy who also have brought this idea up, so i guess it’s a collective opinion lmao, that this is all taking place in the empty. 

There’s also the First Draft theory that @evergreencowboy has mentioned on the podcast way back in the beginning and that we keep mentioning because it can also coexist and blend with the theory that they’re all in the empty. 

I think theories of this taking place in The Empty were solidified with the last episode and Limbo and the circus and all that. Fake happiness, accepting and processing reality to snap out of it and break free, etc etc. 

So yes, I do believe they’re in The Empty. I’ve been hoping that Dean’s been in The Empty for a long long while, even before the show, given the Chuck Won theory. It will make me SO happy if this is where this is all taking place. 

I don’t believe Cas will be seen. 

This may be an unpopular opinon but I don’t want any Destiel reciprocation on screen until the continuation. I personally want the prequel to exist as its own thing with some character development for Dean in the background. 

Now, I don’t mind parallalels and threads to Destiel — we’ve even gotten those already — and I don’t mind Dean mourning or mentioning Cas. But, I physically don’t want to see him until there’s an Empty rescue primed and ready to happen in the continuation. 

I am aware of the fact that Cas is awake in the Empty, everyone and everything is, however it feels like it’s too soon to reunite Dean and Cas on screen and I wouldn’t want that happening on a spin-off — i need it to happen in a continuation. 

However, it would be very sweet if there were mentions/threads/insinuations to the relationship/how dean feels, etc etc — with just the knowledge that Cas doesn’t know it yet. 

But, above all else, I really want this show to exist as its own thing and as world building and rule building for how the Empty works if that’s indeed where they are. The Empty has virtually no rules for its existence other than a select few from OG SPN so if this is indeed The Empty, a pocket universe inside The Empty, what have you — then I would hope that more rules are established for it. 

Questions remaining

Here are my questions remaining and that IDK if they’ll get answered in the finale but I’m okay if they aren’t

Why is Carlos so associated with death imagery?

Was John talking with anyone when he ‘died’ for a hot second in the vampire episode? And if so, who?

Who is The Witness? [I think if they’re real it’s either Chuck or it’s Dean] 

Are these the real John and Mary? 

What exactly are the Akrida? Does The Empty hold them and since Jack woke everything up, they’re out and about?

Are Gabriel, Chuck, and Rowena OUR Gabriel, Chuck and Rowena? Or are they actually from the 70s? [my guess is that they are ours, and that’s why we’re in The Empty]

Is Betty an Angel?

Why does Dean have the samulet dangling from his car?

Why isn’t Sam there?

Where TF is Deanna?

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Okay I think that’s it for now. I probably have more. 

But lord I’m so excited for tonight. 

#long post #spnwin #spnwin spoilers #spnwin spec

[power464646]

So I guess I promised some friends a breakdown of the PMMM trailer

I think I should kick this off by saying I'm really writing this so I have a fast way of dropping all my hypothesising into a chat in one go. If you're not someone who knows me, I mean I guess you can read on anyway but like... don't expect these notes to be super coherent if you're not familiar with my arcane manner of diction. I'm only warning you, dear reader, because I love you.

Ok that got kind of weird. Let's start at the only place it really makes sense to.

Part 1: What on Earth actually happened at the end of Rebellion?

I see a lot of people who are confused about what exactly the final act of Rebellion implies. I see one of these people every time I look into a mirror. Still, let's try breaking it down.

So Homura, having broken out of the isolation field, is suddenly free to reunite with her girlfriend who is probably literally heaven. You almost can't tell that this anime is influenced a lot by nineteenth century theatre.

So that's all well and good, until Homura grabs Madoka's wrists and does... something.

What the hell's happening here?

...actually, the concept movie of all things does clarify a little, which someone's been kind enough to upload to Youtube with subtitles.

Now, you may be wondering: "The concept movie? Is that even still on the cards? I thought it was just a bunch of concept art and short animations." Or maybe you're thinking, "What the fuck is the concept movie?" And look, the thing is we're going to get to that.

Fuck me sideways this is going to be a long post.

So it appears Homura has somehow removed Madoka from the Law of Cycles - this is reinforced in Rebellion a few scenes later when she suggests as much to Sayaka, who she theorises was pulled back to Earth alongside Madoka (and Nagisa). But what's interesting about the concept movie is the implication that somehow there now exists a Madoka in heaven AND a Madoka on Earth.

Immediately after she does the Mysterious Thing, Homura's labyrinth grows to encompass the entire universe. Homura then bites down upon, and shatters, her own soul gem - and on a side note, Rebellion has surrounded her with the imagery of E.T.A. Hoffman's The Nutcracker and the Mouse King, in which biting through and swallowing the legendary nut Krakatuk is the only way to break the curse of the Mouse Queen. In biting through her own soul gem, Homura is presumably no longer cursed, whatever that means. This probably has something to do with her speech about having risen above hope and curses, and now having mind-melded with the gay allegations. The rumour come out, and it conquer the universe. Is she immortal now? Resistant to being cursed? Who knows?

Following this, she gets some crazy kind of power up, which largely seems to involve wearing a hideous cocktail dress. Conspicuously absent in the extremely low cut of the dress is her heart surgery scar.

What?

Like, we know she's had heart surgery. This is one of the first facts we learn about her. Have you ever seen the scars from heart surgery? They're huge! So where is it? It's almost like the writer is a hack fraud who keeps forgetting that his own protagonist is severely disabled. But come on, there's no way that's the case, right?

Um.

So moving on, it's now the Incubator's turn to bear the world's suffering in the stead of magical girls. I... don't think it's super clear what this means?

"To handle all the curses that have spread around our world, you Incubators are now necessary for us. So you'll be staying to help, Incubator."

From the looks of the little dude in the ending scene, though, I'd not be too shocked if he was out of commission for a while.

I could talk about the school hallway scene but I know you himedanshi fucks know that like the back of your hand. Instead I'm going to talk about

Alright this image isn't really doing me any favours straight after I say I'm not going to talk about yuri. But bear with me here.

Homura appears to be capable of completely wiping Sayaka's memory by simply clapping her hands - which is all well and good, as spinoff material (especially Wraith Arc- aww nuts, I'm going to have to talk about Wraith Arc too now) states that memory manipulation is her power in the post-episode-12 universe.

Meanwhile, in her own labyrinth in Rebellion, Homura seems to be able to stop time just fine. Could it be that now that her labyrinth is the new universe, she has access to both powers? Well, she disappears instantly after wiping Sayaka's memory, so it could be the case.

What if she starts manipulating the memories of other people too...?

I'd like to briefly bring up another moment from Wraith Arc, where Homura expresses frustration with being able to remember a world nobody else can, and how it makes her own account of the past harder to believe. If she starts clearing the past from the memories of everyone around her...

...would she have a hard time remembering it, too?

Part 2: So I basically watched the new trailer frame by frame like some kind of nerd

Here's some shit I noticed.

We open on this smug jerk who looks a lot like Homura but is smiling way too much. At first I presumed she was some new girl who looks a lot like Homura and that's as far as the connection goes, plus she has a telephone that fucking sucks. I thought this because she also appears on the movie poster, which also has a phone that sucks.

Look at that thing. What the hell.

But then I noticed:

The lounge she's sitting on is in the shape of a lizard, and

The red energy from which she conjures her phone is also a lizard.

I don't know if you've noticed, but lizards are kind of Homura's thing now. See the epithet she gives herself in the screencaps of the concept movie above. If you're still not convinced, go back through Rebellion, and count the number of times a weird squiggly lizard shows up in association with Homura. I count at least three. Here's one on her new not-soul-gem:

So, alright. What we have here is some kind of mysterious doppelgänger fooling about, maybe. A product of Homura's soul absorbing the universe? Potentially. We've seen a fair share of doppelgängers in her soul gem, of varying degrees of dubiousness:

Another doesn't seem too far-fetched, even if she does appear prominently enough in this promotional material to imply she could be her own character.

Not sure I trust her dress sense, though. Those frills look a little familiar.

The rest of this section of the trailer appears to be Madoka and this smiling Homura finishing each other's sentences, which is also how the concept movie opened. Is Madoka being puppeteered about? Is she under some kind of spell? Is there also some dubious other-Madoka and she and other-Homura are doing some Wario and Waluigi shit? I don't know. I don't know.

We immediately get a montage of Walpurgisnacht and Homura in black and white, using archival footage from the TV series and Rebellion. It ends with a gradually increasing focus on some kind of freaky eye motif:

It feels like it bears mentioning a similar focus on a singular freaky eye in the concept movie:

Could this have any sort of relationship to the giant eye at the end of the Magia ED?

fucking i dont know this is all guesswork

After the montage, we're introduced to this figure. Who are they?

I think we can only guess. Probably Madoka, since other main characters have been getting new outfits, and if I may yet again refer to the concept movie, this wouldn't be our first look at Madoka in a darker outfit than normal:

But it still looks pretty different. In fact, it seems to incorporate elements of Homura's and Mami's older outfits.

now the rational hypothesis is shes finally hit her growth spurt and is getting everyones hand me downs,

Next we get to what I think is the single most interesting shot in the whole trailer:

Some figure (maybe the figure in the last shot, maybe Madoka, maybe they're the same person) becomes absorbed by what I've taken to calling the "Legendary Beast Wraith" (LBW), which doesn't really fit the bill of what wraiths look like at all. The electronic text seems pretty par for the course, as the more powerful a wraith gets, the more its physiology assumes the form of primitive, abstract shapes. From Wraith Arc:

The concept movie corroborates this explicitly by having Oktavia fight a Satori wraith.

But the gratuitous German and the gnashing teeth don't seem to fit with a wraith's M.O. at all. whatever LBW has going on seems far more up a witch's alley.

There's...

There's precedent for this.

The premise of Wraith Arc, for the uninitiated, is that wraiths are wary of the power of emotions, positive or negative, and that while they're not lethal like witches, they do incapacitate people by stealing their emotions and processing them into grief cubes.

A powerful group of wraiths stole Homura's emotions this way, but found themselves incapable of properly processing her feelings, and instead began taking on the likenesses of people she knew. One particularly powerful wraith, which had taken the bulk of her emotional energy, began to mutate and take on the qualities of Kriemhild Gretchen. It became known as the spindle witch.

Don't ask too many tricky questions about this. Nobody understands Wraith Arc's final chapter, and it's not good. All I'm saying is there's precedent for wraiths with witch qualities.

But witch whic-

But whitch-

But which... witch... has LBW taken on qualities from, if this is the case?

Well, I'd like to bring to your attention four points.

The text in the latter of the screenshots of Leg Before Wicket's miasma reads "who" (I can't read Japanese, I'm just the messenger here) which feels like it's teasing the wraith's identity.

Walpurgisnacht is conspicuously absent in the second half of a trailer of a movie named after her.

Lower Body Workout's first initial stands for "Legendary", so it might be safe to presume we're looking after a monster of great renown.

That monochrome montage from earlier put forward a name that might fit the bill:

If witches don't exist in the new world, wraith!Walpy seems about as plausible as anything else.

It also bears mentioning that whoever this is jumping into it appears to have left their shoes on the ledge they're jumping from. I doubt they expect to survive whatever's happening to them in this shot.

Bear with me. It looks like the eggheads at Tumblr are telling me to pack this in at thirty images. I'm going to have to make a second part to this.