#stop tricking people into debt please

[angelltheninth]

Can you use prompt 19 from that list you used for Gojo angst and write something for Shinuchi?

The blue haired hot murder man? You know I can.

Pairing: Shinuchi Tsugaru x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, one night stand, awkward meet-up, kissing, teasing, mention of boners, sexual tension, grinding

A/N: If anyone wants to know it's from this prompt list.

19. One Time Fling Complications

You'd had one night stands many times before, usually with men just passing by in town, never seeing them again. Shinuchi was one of those men, it was simple, just one night of mutual pleasure, he barely said his goodbye the next morning and it was fine. It was always fine.

"Shinuchi?" You couldn't mistake that face for anyone else, those breathtaking blue eyes, that smirk.

"Oh! Hey, uh... it's you..." He looked from side to side awkwardly, then down to at the ground, "Fancy meeting you here."

"I work here. I own here." You crossed your arms over your chest, which made his eyes dart to it. Yup, a year later he was still the same. "You don't remember me, do you?"

"I do! Just not your name. But you remembered mine. Been calling it every night since we saw each other I bet." He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned forward across the counter. You forgot how handsome he was up close. Your eyes darted across his face, down his blue mark. "Can my friend and I get a room here? No funny business this time. Promise."

"I am not your friend and I don't want to be subjected to the details of your past conquests." Aya cringed at the thought, at which Shinuchi rustled the cage a little.

You knew of his profession before, but the talking head was new. "You can have a room. But please don't cause a commotion this time."

"I'm afraid to ask." Shinuchi shook his head at the same time as Aya. So they were in sync. There was a story here for sure, but like Aya you were better off not knowing. Things were calm for the evening, thankfully. As you were getting ready for bed you heard a knock on your door.

It better not be him, but at this time of night it could only be... "Shinuchi."

"I... wanted to ask... what the fuck is this?" He help up the room bill, a pale look on his face.

"Your bill. Last time you left without paying." You leaned against the bedroom door, one side of your robe revealing your shoulder and part of your breast. "And now there are two people staying in the room."

"Aya is only a head and she doesn't even need a bed. Besides you seemed pretty happy when I left you last year. I considered my debt payed." He crossed the threshold and leaned in close, his eyes shamessly roaming your body, his body reacting to the memories of that night.

Despite not wanting to admit it you reacted too, closing your legs tighter, "Despite what you might think, your dick isn't payment enough."

"Sure about that missy? Why don't we give it another try. I can put in a lot of work." You didn't reject his kiss, you didn't stop him when he pulled you closer, nor did he stop you when you slipped his clothes off his shoulders, trailing the blue line with your finger.

His mouth was relentless in its attack, pushing against yours until your lips were swollen, licking and prying them open further with every roll of his hips against yours. But you had tricks up your sleeve too. You took his hand and pressed it between your legs letting him feel how wet you were for him, at the time you walked him back to the door. "Not until you pay up." You smirked and pushed him out, closing the door in his surprised face.

You'll have to use your fingers again tonight but it was worth it to get one up on Shinuchi. He'll pay up, and then you'll have him in your bed once again.

#undead murder farce #tsugaru shinuchi #shinuchi x reader #tsugaru shinuchi x reader #drabble #fic drabble #x female reader

[allforone-appreciation]

A Look Into All For One's Daily Routine (PRE-potato)

7:00 AM - Rise and shine, for the world trembles at the mere thought of my awakening. 7:10 AM - Morning cuddles and kisses with my precious wife, Inko and indirectly praising her for surviving another night beside the most feared villain-turned-family-man. 7:45 AM – Wake my baby son up, then have a villainous breakfast, consisting of coffee, eggs, waffles, and a side of intimidation. 8:15 AM - Conduct a nefarious board meeting to discuss evil plans for the day. Check on my ‘side businesses’ and make sure I’m ‘making’ money. 9:00 AM - Meet with underworld contacts. Expand my influence and power. Remind them who’s boss. 10:00 AM - Time for some "me" time. Attend an appointment with my personal tailor to ensure my villainous attire strikes fear into the hearts of heroes. A scheduled manicure is included every Wednesday. 10:45AM - Wreak minor havoc upon the city. A villain's work is never done and sometimes the blond idiot stops by. It's all about balance, you see. 12:00 PM - Lunch break: Consume the souls of those who dare oppose me. Wine and steak are the usual. Depends on my mood. 12:30 PM: While I’m having lunch, I usually log into my social media and contribute to All Might hate pages. The villain subreddit is my go-to. Update my Demon King fanfiction while I’m at it. (This entry is completely satire) 1:00 PM - Plotting session: Strategize with Tomura on how to conquer the world then make Kurogiri do all the work and babysit him. 2:30 PM - Business calls. Time to collect those debts and remind people why they shouldn't cross me. A few well-placed threats should do the trick. 3:00 PM - Pick up some "unfortunate souls" from the streets. Gotta keep the operation running smoothly. While I’m at it, I’ll supervise the training of Tomura and young villains-in-training. 4:30 PM - Time to head home. Can't wait to see Inko and my beloved son, Izu-baby. 6:00 PM - Dinner with the family. Nothing beats Inko's cooking, except maybe her smile. 7:00 PM - Quality time with Izuku: Help him with his homework, impart wisdom about the ways of the world, and play hero-villain with him. 9:00 PM - Bedtime routine and tuck my cute son into bed. Goodnight, little one. Daddy's gonna (hopefully) kill All Might tomorrow. 9:30 PM - Quality time with Inko. Sometimes the best evil plots are hatched ‘between the sheets’. 11:00 PM - Prepare for bed: Ensure all evil plans are in motion for the following day and that my reign of terror will continue unabated. Sometimes a book about totalitarianism and tyranny with a glass a wine is included. 11:30 PM – Time for a goodnight sleep. I need my beauty sleep to maintain this dashing appearance. Tomorrow, the world will tremble at my might once again.

Note: Schedule subject to change depending on hero interference, unforeseen villainous schemes, 'business trips' and holidays/weekends.

Please tell me what you think I had so much fun making this 😂😂😂😂😂 I might make a POST-potato schedule. I love this man so much can you tell.

😂 I'm laughing because honestly this very much seems like his schedule. Doing both evil stuff while also being dad for one at the same time is how he rolls. Like awww he loves his famil- Wait he picking up ORPHANS AND PLANNING PEOPLE DEMISE?

LOL, I need more of a Day in the Life of a Demon Lord. Because this is great also seems Inko gets quite a bit of attention at night. Though we can already see he definitely not going to see All Might coming when he comes with a Detroit smash.

But man I love how casual he is about his appearance and his affection for his family being quite wholesome. While also still doing evil things, you anon get it.

#afo fanfics #All for One MHA #All for One #All for One BNHA #Dad For One #It may not be conventional but it definitely a fan and fictional scenario I love~ #afo confessions #Founder: Yoly

[sillypiratelife]

Sanji's fake confidence is everything to me what do you mean he is ridden by guilt and the need to be accepted and loved despite the many sins he thought he committed?!?!?!

It's insane 'cause over and over Sanji participates in those moments when the strawhats show to someone they love that they are worthy and they are good and they can have nakamas and they can be loved and they can become better and— Sanji thinks it all applies to others but forgets to remember that it applies to himself sometimes?

I'm not saying all his confidence is fake, since he knows he is good and he is proud of what Zeff taught him. He knows how good of a chef and a fighter he is, okay? But he has too many traumas with authority figures and parental figures...

He chases affection from women like a man who begs to be whole, to be loved, to feel appreciated. He throws himself into every opportunity to prove his love for his crew by sacrificing his wellbeing or even his life. For how much he acts like he thinks he is the most amazing man, he looks down on himself too much. Unlike Zoro, his doubts are not based on his skills (see the whole "I need to be an even better swordman" theme). Sanji thinks he's only worthy as a sacrifice. He must be killed if he stops being convenient. He lives to repay debts to the people who love him, like love is a transaction and not something freely given.

He's the perfect man but he reeks of desperation. All his bravado? It's enough to remember how he tried to leave Baratie and how he eventually broke down to know he's a soft man.

I think Sanji is too used to insulting the dudes he cares about and fussing over the girls he cares about and it's all a distraction.

Haha, you're stupid and you're a pain in my ass and I'd fight with you all the time and this is just a way of me avoiding to say I'd miss you terribly if you went away, because if I don't say the words then it won't hurt that bad when you finally leave me like I know you'll do. I don't want to show how attached I am to you, because my walls need to be always up with men. I've been tricked one too many times.

Haha, I totally charm you and show romantic and sexual attraction to you and I do everything to be your perfect man, the one you desire, the one you miss and love and care about. Look at me, please, look at me. Aren't I worthy of your love? Look my way, say you love me, shower me with affection. I would do anything to protect you, okay? Look, I'm so strong and brave and—

Sanji is not that different from Ussop, who keeps saying lies and projecting that desired version of themselves so they might be complimented. He's not different from Nami, who tried to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders in secret and was always faking a personality, until she met the strawhats and forgot the weight of her past and was able to enjoy herself, but ultimately she still felt terrible, like she wasn't worth all the trouble.

Sanji shares so many things with his nakamas...

Problems he would gladly help carry, but he won't let others shoulder his own burdens.

#shan blogs about one piece! #black leg sanji #one piece anime

[mintx]

A Father’s Dream to Relax

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Genshin Males x M!Dilf!Reader

(M/n) - Male Name  (L/n) - Last Name  (N/n) - Nickname  (T/n) - Title Name  (S/D) - Special Dish 

Info about Papa M/n’s child

Name : Caelan (L/n) Caelan means Slender and Fine, Fair or pure” in Gaelic and Irish Origin Age : 6 and a half years old Birthday : 06/21/XXXX  Family : (M/N) (L/N) - Father - Faena (L/N) - Late Mother - Aniya Yimur - Aunt - Kollar (L/n) - Uncle - Unnamed grand-parents  Home Nation : Sumeru  Family Pets : A Hydro Fungi named “Bubbles Popkins” and A Spinocrocodile named “ Mx Paster”  * Currently no vision *  * Likes to play with slingshots and plays around with Bubbles Popkins*  * Does not like it when people attempt to flirt with their papa*  * Prays to the Dendro Archon to gift their father to give him a day just to stay at home and play with them and their pets*  Info about our MC, (M/N) (L/N) Age : Early 30′s  Birthday : XX/XX/XXXX (This means it’s your oc’s/your birthday)  Family : Caelan (L/N) - His NB child - Faena (L/N) - Late Wife - Aniya Yimur - Cousin - Kollar (L/n) - Brother - Unnamed parents  Home Nation : Sumeru  Birth Nation : Natlan  Family Pets : A Hydro Fungi named “Bubbles Popkins” and A Spinocrocodile named “ Mx Paster”  Occupation : Ex-Adventure Guild Leader, Currently a flower and snack vendor / merchant  * He withholds the vision of Pyro and a very faded vision of Cryo from his wife *  * He enjoys to read novels and teaching the companions new tricks * * Quite an oblivious type when it comes to romance, and I mean by flirty comments and the looks of interest romantically *  * He is a tired 9-5 widow dad trying the best he can to raise his kid right and to find a week to rest. *  * Also knows the 9th Harbinger, Pantalone, from childhood when his family visited Liyue *

3 years ago, The death of Faena (L/n) had occurred. It was 2 weeks before Caelan’s 4th birthday when it happened. Faena (L/n), who was 26 years old at the time, had been ambushed with her co-workers by a hoard of Fatui because of a debt made by one of those members. The news of his wife’s death left (M/n) (L/n) devastated and vulnerable. He loved his wife to an infinite amount of affection. They were each other’s sun and moon, and their child being the eclipse made by them. To have lost the sun, only the moon and the eclipse remained. 

M/n swore to his heart and soul that he would carry on for him and his child, Caelan (L/n). He knew Faena wouldn’t want him to mourn for her for a long time as their child was there. His brother, cousin, and parents supported him every step in the way as a single parent. Faena had no family as she was an only child and survivor of a fire disaster in her hometown. 

The widowed father had resigned and retired from continuing his adventure’s guild to take care of his child. His team understood his circumstances, but they were sad to see their leader leave. 

And 2 years later, he was currently a merchant and a vendor selling flowers and snacks he makes and grows himself. His child was now 6 and a half years old. Sumeru was a lively place when he and Faena had started their small family here. He would chuckle at the distant memory of her taming a dangerous spinocrocdile and his child befriending a hyrdo fungi. Like Mother like child they say. He truly missed his wife, but she is in a better place, watching over him and Caelan. The child was surely like their mother, like if the devil made a mini me.

“ Papa! Papa!” Speaking of Caelan, (M/n) stopped his though train and looked down to his child, grinning at him with Bubbles, their hydro fungi friend. 

“ Yes, my child? What did you and Bubbles Popkins need?” He chuckled softly and picked them up. 

“ I finished my homework Mistah hatham gave me! Can we go outside and play?” The little one asked and gave their best puppy eyes. 

(M/n) looked at the clock and smiled softly before giving his child a nod of affirmation they could go outside and play. Caelan let out a squeal of joy as Bubbles Popkins bounced with joy too, mimicking Caelan. (M/n) let out a laugh and followed his child and the hydro shroom outside to play. 

Caelan was being a burst of joy right now and (M/n) was ready to collapse. He knew he was supposed to rest up after fainting at Sumeru City after running errands for a friend. Tighnari surely would scold him if he found out he wasn’t doing what he was told, but he wanted to spend some play time with his kid. 

“ Caelan, let’s go back inside the house...” (M/n) panted and sighs, “ Papa is already getting tired...” 

“ Okay Papa!” Caeland says and headed to their father. 

They went back into the house and ate dinner. (M/n) gave his child a bath, put him in his pajamas, tucked him into bed, and read him his nightly bed time story, The Lonely Wanderer. Once Caelan fell asleep, (M/n) went to feed Mx and Bubbles. He then took his own bath, changed into his night wear, and before he could head to bed, some tapping was heard on his window. A falcon was gently pecking at his window, with a note attached to its leg, carrying a package. 

He opened the window to let the falcon in. The falcon dropped down the package gently and stood on it. (M/n) first took the note attached to read it. 

Dear (L/n) (M/n),             I am Diluc Ragnvindr. I like to thank you for taking my order of 20 lamp grass, 15 calla lilies, and those 10 pieces of Sweet Jelly under a day since I heard your stall has a very busy schedule. I was surprised to se it already delivered at my winery by an eagle under my expectations that it would arrive in a week. Take these 20,000 mora and bottle of grape juice as my repayment. 

(M/n) was clearly shocked and opened the package to see the bottle of grape juice and the 20,000 mora. The man he took the order from shouldn’t have gave him this much! None the less, he was happy and took his time to write a letter to the man. He sent the falcon off with the letter and watched it disappear into the night sky. 

The (H/c) male sighs and places the mora into a piggy bank for Caelan’s future studies in the Akademiya, and the bottle on the bottom shelf of his room. The father stretched and yawned before tucking himself to bed after a prayer to the archons. He lies down on his back and closes his eyes to let sleep take over his mind and body. 

What the widowed father didn’t know was that a tall figure was by his window after the falcon left, watching his slumbering body. . . . . 

Tag list : @peter-the-pan​ , 

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #gi x reader #male reader #genshin imact x male reader #gi #dilf!reader

[looniecartooni]

Cross: Man... this kid has been through so much trauma. I certainly haven't helped with it. I've grown to see him as like my own son. It'll be a shame when he vanishes... But- it'd also be really funny to have Nea pay off all my debts so on top of throwing the kid into the same stressful war I know more than anyone else in, I'm going to give him all of my debts too. Psh! It'll... It'll be funny when Nea... has to pay off... on my debts. I'd be doing the Order a favor- HA HA HA!!!

After Allen joins the order

Reever: Allen- we are really.... really concerned about you.

Allen: *cheating at cards* What're you talking about? *working a second job* I'm perfectly fine. Sure, *does clown tricks in the street* I have a lot of debt to pay and a lot of burdening trauma with the now threatening knowledge that I might lose myself to a Noah that was associated with one of my idols. But I'm perfectly fine. Say- do think people would pay to see me strip?

Johnny: Allen, please stop. You shouldn't have to carry all these burdens by yourself.

Allen: I mean- I'm sure it'll be okay. I'd be a lot more ok IF I DIDN'T HAVE SO MUCH DEBT TO WORRY ABOUT!!! HOW IS THERE EVEN MORE NOW?! I miss my master- BUT I STILL HATE HIM!!! AAAAAAAH!!!!

Cross: Heh heh... I can't wait to see Nea's reaction lol.

#d gray man #dgm #no sorry- the skits aren't back. this was a spurr of the moment skit #allen walker #dgm allen #dgm cross #cross marian #marian cross #nea campbell #nea d campbell #neah campbell

[loweya-blog]

Okay I’d like to point out something that’s been bothering me for a while. Some of the obey me fandom’s perspective of Mammon is that “He’s just an innocent little baby that isn’t too smart sometimes.”  Like brah. Don’t get me wrong I adore Mammon, he’s one of my top favorites. But he’s consistently stolen from his brothers every single chance he gets. He’s used magic on them, tricked them, stolen stuff from their rooms, sold it online, and even taken photos of them without their permission to sell to strangers. 

Not to mention the fact that the household always has to work off to pay off Mammon’s debts. On top of it all, the only person who can actually stop Mammon is Lucifer. None of the other brothers have the power to get their money or stuff back. 

If I had an older brother who stole all my stuff, even the things I adored, sold them so he could buy more stuff or get into more debt then I’d probably call him a scumbag too. I’m not saying Mammon is bad but I’m saying from the brother’s perspectives Mammon can range from annoying to a huge asshole. 

I feel like the only reason why so many obey me fans can shove all of these things aside is because he doesn’t do that to us. He doesn’t steal from us and is consistently nicer to us. But that doesn’t mean the brother’s anger, frustration and possibly hatred isn’t valid. 

Do they go too far sometimes? Yeah. Are they a bit mean at times? Sometimes. But when you consistently steal from or hurt people then it’s bound to make them distrust or even dislike you. 

I still like Mammon btw but can we acknowledge he’s a bit of a jackass please? 

#obey me #om! #om! mammon #omswd #omswd mammon #obey me! #obey me shall we date #omswd rant #obey me rant #mammon #shall we date mammon #obey me brothers

[zozowriting]

oooo !! could you please make a yandere elise and mori x reader, where elise met reader through a dance class and was like: mori i want her!! and so mori kidnapped reader then forced her to be elise's maid and ends up falling for her? if that makes sense *cry* please take ur time !!

omg ur finished ur literally finished- i hate mori sm that son of a- but sure lmao lets do it >:D

DANCE, MY LADY

pt. 1

word count: 876

type: chapter story

cw: implied kidnapping, yandere, threats, financial abuse, bribery, and ofc mori.

a/n: once again, i hate mori butt... :D and this is so fancy, like, hello? :) i also emphasized a lot on the dance partt, 100% got this info from watching dance moms all the time >:) i hope you dont mind that i changed the dance class to dance competition.

Your pointed feet hit the dance floor, striking the crowd with a smirk on your face; you turned once, twice.. until you finally finished your dance. Bowing, you noticed a young girl with a large bow attached to her long blonde hair cheering for you, jumping up and down with joy. Although her appearance was abnormal for most children due to the choice of clothes, along with her crimson red eyes, you couldn't help but absolutely adore the cute childish girl waving at you.

You waved back with an eerie smile, flattered by her exuberant face. Before you finally got off stage, you caught her eyes light up in both shock and excitement from your sudden action.

Later that day, you had finally gotten back home. Your sweaty hands clutched the 1st place trophy. The stage performance you had done earlier left your legs numb while you lay limply on the small bed of your small apartment.

It was then when you remembered the girl from earlier, her shining little smile while she looked at you in pure infatuation made you wonder if she was genuinely attracted to you. Due to your low status in both money and dance, you never expected to be praised by such a large crowd of people at a dance competition.

Your college degree was in science education, but you had to leave your university due to your large debt in order to work at a dance studio. As a result of the stress imposed on you by your former teacher, you had given up dancing a long time ago, and although you weren't very fond of it, you had no other choice. And just like that, you found yourself here, on the cold wooden floor inside the dance studio, practicing your solo for the third time today. Despite the darkening skies, your dance teacher only pushed you to work harder.

Suddenly, your eyes spotted two mysterious figures standing near the studio's window, staring at you as you danced to your solo music. The number of beats ran through your mind, trying to bring your focus back into your routine.

As you were about to go into your turn, a sudden bang on the window knocked you out of it. You turned around, curious as to what had happened. Until you soon spotted a tall man. His long black cloak reached to his ankles as his back faced against the window, visibly shoved by an unknown force.

As you were about to turn back around, you saw something or rather somebody else push the man to the side. It was the little girl you had seen yesterday. Her curly blonde hair swayed from one side to another as she marched towards the window, only stopping as she had finally realized you saw her. Her cheeks suddenly went crimson red, visibly in embarrassment, as her eyes watered, the big tears almost streaming down her face from the awkward situation.

-pov switch-

Elise stood there, watching the mesmerizable girl do all sorts of unknown tricks in the air. Her turns were on point while her feet flew in the air, giving the girl a sense of awe. Until a sudden figure came running toward her.

"Elise! Oh my darling, where were you!?" Mori's loud voice rang in her ears, almost cracking from his worry. As his long hands hugged around her small form, she quickly retaliated against him, something normal for her to do around him.

"Rintaro! You idiot, leave me alone!! You're annoying whines are making my ears bleed!!" Elise screamed, shoving him into the window, forming a loud bang. She hurriedly panicked, shoving him to the side in order to keep watching the girl dance.

But once she finally turned back to look back at the dancer, she instead, to her shock turned to the confused-like dancer, staring at her in pure puzzlement. Elise quickly turned around, endless thoughts ran through her troubled mind as she tried to solve the situation. Only to have her thoughts interrupted by Mori's hand, bringing her toward him. Looking back at the girl, Mori's expression suddenly flipped into a sneer.

"My dear, what did that girl do to you? You seem, oh how do I put it? Extra rebellious today." he spoke sadly with a sigh, only to have Elise return his mannerisms with a harsh punch to his chest.

Grunting, the mafia leader's eyes twitched, a sting of jealousy ran across his mind as he looked back at the dancer in the studio. Finally, standing up and brushing himself off he looked back at Elise, gently intertwining his hand with hers.

"Alright. We have to go, we'll come back later," he said, gently rubbing her small petite hand in order to calm her agitation. As she was about to protest, she turned her head towards the clean window of the dance studio, finally realizing the girl had already left.

She looked down, sadly sulking to herself. Until she suddenly came up with an idea."I want to see it more," she blatantly stated, looking up at Mori's confused expression. Pointing to the small, bricked building, her eyes glowed an intimidating crimson red, while her mouth slowly opened, only a simple word leaving her mouth in a definite tone. “Mine.”

a/n: oh goddd..this is soo bad. i got a lil lazy so i just decided to make two parts of it, i hope you dont mind. ill be working on the next part soon, thank you <3

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[iamwestiec]

yesssss here have three that happened to all be next to each other anyway:

Matchmaker Matchmaker Plz Stop Multipoint time travel phoenix mountain reverse

Muahahaha okay so —

Matchmaker Matchmaker Plz Stop is the transcript/outline of a 5+1 that I chatficced approximately one million years ago, wherein a blissfully married postcanon wangxian decide that what Lan Xichen needs is a partner. It goes... poorly:

WWX: Lan Zhan, does your brother like women? Doesn't Sect Leader Yao have a daughter?

LWJ: Wei Ying, she hates you.

WWX: Most people do, that's okay.

LWJ: 'Your blood debt cannot be repaid even if you died ten thousand times' hates you.

WWX: Sure, but he dated Chifeng-zun, so we know he likes people passionate for justice!

MEANWHILE, however, Lan Xichen is becoming friends with Song Lan, who has come to the Cloud Recesses for Reasons and is sticking around because he's had a tough several years, so listening to Lan Xichen's low-stakes matchmaking woes is actually kinda nice. Song Lan is a really good listener! Lan Xichen finds him very pleasant company and easy to like. (He grew up with Wangji; he is used to a conversation partner who communicates primarily in Eyebrow.) The +1 is the perfect date Song Lan plans after hearing about everything Lan Xichen doesn't want. 😊

Multipoint Time Travel is an unfinished threadfic based on this poster featuring the unlikely grouping of Alive Wen Ning, baby Jiang-zongzhu, Lan Camp arc Wei Wuxian, and post-timeskip Lan bros:

Shufu waves them to their seats and resumes his lecture, and Lan Xichen spends the next shi alternating between distant panic at their situation and silent amusement at Wangji's clear struggle not to respond to Wei Wuxian’s pranks. When a little red paperman makes its way across the room, Lan Xichen has to disguise his giggle as a cough at Wei Wuxian’s stunned face as Wangji picks it up and does nothing more than smoothly tuck it into his robes, next to his heart.

When time comes for the midday meal, Lan Xichen rises, planning to rescue his brother from the cheerfully bewildered chirps of, "Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!" that started up as soon as Shufu dismissed them. He receives an unexpected assist in the form of Jiang Wanyin shoving his shixiong out the door with a growled, "Go find jiejie; see if she needs help."

Before he can extract Wangji, Jiang Wanyin spins around, flexing his right hand in the way Lan Xichen knows would have Zidian sparking in his time. For a moment, his student robes seem overlayed with purple. "One of you tell me—" Jiang Wanyin demands, looking older than he should but with an uncertain edge in his eyes Lan Xichen hasn't seen since the war, "just what the FUCK is going on?"

Phoenix Mountain Reverse is some postcanon wangxian roleplay:

Lan Wangji sat cross-legged with his hands poised over his qin and his back against the trunk of a broad, sturdy tree, blindfolded.

He was in these woods for a hunt, and he had entered them blindfolded to prove to a certain cocky young man that wicked tricks offered no true advantage over one properly dedicated to the righteous path. By Hanguang jun's example, that youth and all those tempted to imitate his dangerous new cultivation would come to see the error of their ways and return to the path of orthodoxy before they met a terrible and inevitable end.

Or at least that was the reason Wei Wuxian had devised. He was, more accurately, so seated and so attired because he wished to be so, because it pleased him and Wei Wuxian both to play these sorts of games, even if Lan Wangji required far less in the way of elaborate background story than did Wei Wuxian. The construction of the fantasy, he had come to realize, was part of the game for his husband, part of the pleasure of it. And Lan Wangji was not one to deny his Wei Ying even the smallest measure of pleasure.

So: here he was in the woods, waiting to be ravished. 

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[delicatenightfury]

Star of the Mountain Chapter 25

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz

Author's Note: please do not steal my work! I do not own the Hobbit or the characters, but I do own my OCs and the parts of the plot that are not part of the movies. I have worked very hard on this fic. Please be respectful and do not steal.

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Dwalin looked out at the field in front of Erebor. A light covering of snow covered the ground, but it was hidden by the approaching army of elves and humans. The company stood upon the stone gate, armed and ready for battle.

The elves had stopped moving once they reached the bridge but there were several taller figures that still moved through the crowd. Thranduil sat upon a large elk, dressed in silver armor, with Bard by his side on a horse. However, it was the figures behind them that truly caught Dwalin’s attention.

Oreliell and Vedis followed closely behind the elven king and man, also on horses. Both women were dressed in elven armor. They lacked the helmets that the rest of the army seemed to wear. Instead, their hair was braided elegantly in a way to keep their hair out of their faces.

Dwalin couldn’t help but glance at Thorin to gauge his reaction. His king stood tall before the threat and his face remained unchanged. Had Dwalin been closer, perhaps he would have seen something.

Thorin lifted his bow and fired an arrow at the elven king, which hit close to the elk’s feet. Thranduil looked at the arrow before looking up at Thorin.

“I will put the next one between your eyes,” he said.

The company cheered a bit at his words. None were pleased by the elven presences before their home.

Suddenly, the elves moved in fluid motion, readying their bows and aiming at the mountain. The dwarves quickly ducked out of view. A minute later, Dwalin heard the united motion of the elves putting their weapons away and stepped back out from behind the stone.

“We have come to tell you payment of your debt has been offered and accepted,” Thranduil said.

Dwalin furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What payment?” Thorin questioned. “I gave you nothing. You have nothing.”

Thranduil looked at Bard. The human man seemed hesitant but reached into his coat. Dwalin stared as he pulled out a shining stone.

“We have this,” he called up to them.

“They have the Arkenstone,” Kili muttered before raising his voice. “Thieves! How came you by the heirloom of our house?! That stone belongs to the king!”

“And the king may have it, with our goodwill.” Bard tossed up the stone slightly before tucking it back into his coat. “But first, he must honor his word.”

“They’re taking us for fools,” Thorin said to the company. Dwalin looked at him, surprised by his response. Dwalin had seen the Arkenstone before, and while it had been many years since then, that stone was not one easily forgotten. “This is a ruse. A filthy lie.”

“Thorin.” Oreliell dismounted from her horse. She stepped between Thranduil and Bard and approached until her feet reached the edge of the broken bridge. “Kurdunuh.”

“What are you doing back here?” Thorin demanded. “I told you not to return.”

“You told me not to step foot back in the mountain, which I have not done. Thorin, please, see reason. We do not wish to fight. There are bigger things-”

“Your words and actions do not align. You come dressed in armor with an army at your back.”

“Because there are bigger things coming, Thorin. We will return the Arkenstone to you if you give the people of Lake-town and Thranduil what they ask for.”

“The Arkenstone is in this mountain,” Thorin shouted. “It is a trick!”

“I- It’s no trick,” Bilbo said. The hobbit stepped back so he could properly see Thorin. “The stone is real. I gave it to them.”

Oh Mahal.

Thorin turned slowly to look at Bilbo. 

“You?” Thorin said.

“I took it as my fourteenth share,” Bilbo said.

“You would steal from me?”

“Steal from you? No. No, I may be a burglar, but I’d like to think I’m an honest one.” Dwalin had to give the hobbit some credit. Bilbo showed very little fear after admitting what he had. “I’m willing to let it stand against my claim.”

“Against your claim?” Thorin said as if slightly surprised. “Your claim. You have no claim over me, you miserable rat!”

Bilbo stepped back slightly but regained his courage to continue.

“I was going to give it to you. Many times, I wanted to, but-”

“But what, thief?”

“You are changed, Thorin. The dwarf I met in Bag End would never have gone back on his word. Would never have doubted the loyalty of his kin! Or the loyalty of his betrothed!”

Dwalin closed his eyes. He knew that Thorin had changed since reclaiming the mountain, but he had hoped that things would get better over time. But knowing that Thorin had doubted their loyalty… that hurt more than any wound.

“Do not speak to me of loyalty.” Thorin paused to glance over the company of dwarves. “Throw him from the rampart!”

Dwalin couldn’t believe his ears. He wanted them to throw Bilbo? He was practically asking them to kill him. Apparently, the others had the same thoughts.

“Did you not hear me?” Thorin asked. He grabbed Fili’s arm but the prince quickly pulled away from his uncle. “I will do it myself.”

Thorin grabbed Bilbo by the front of his coat.

“No!”

“Thorin!”

“Curse you!” Thorin shouted. “Cursed be the wizard that forced you on this company!”

“If you don’t like my burglar,” a voice boomed from below, “then please, don’t damage him. Return him to me.” Thorin stared down at Gandalf. “You’re not making a very splendid figure as king under the mountain, are you, Thorin, son of Thrain?”

Thorin slowly let go of Bilbo. Bofur rushed to help the hobbit up and to safety. Meanwhile, Thorin glared down at the people gathering before Erebor.

“Never again will I have dealings with wizards, Shire rats, or orn tumpien edainme!”

Dwalin’s head whipped to look at Thorin. Those last words weren’t khuzdul. Was that elvish? Dwalin had no idea that Thorin knew how to speak elvish. He looked down at Oreliell to gauge her response to the words, to gain some sense of meaning to those words.

She looked shocked at first, like she had been when Thorin threw that rock the other night. Then, he saw the hurt spread over her face. Behind her, Vedis and Thranduil both appeared angered. Thranduil remained rigid, but Vedis looked like she was ready to leap off her horse and charge the mountain herself. Even Gandalf appeared disappointed by Thorin’s words.

Oreliell stepped back and walked to her horse. Thranduil seemed to want to say something, but she stopped him with a shake of her head. Dwalin watched as she remounted her horse. He could tell she was trying to appear unaffected, but it was obvious that Thorin’s words hit deeper than any of the dwarves knew.

“Are we resolved?” Bard asked after a moment. “The return of the Arkenstone for what was promised?”

Thorin looked toward the hills in the distance, almost anxiously before he began pacing.

“Why should I buy back that which is rightfully mine?” he demanded.

“Keep the stone,” Thranduil suggested, looking at Bard. “Sell it. Ecthelion of Gondor will give you a good price for it.”

“I will kill you!” Thorin shouted. “Upon my oath, I will kill you all!”

“Your oath means nothing!” Thranduil practically snapped back. He looked at Bard. “I have heard enough.”

Thranduil shouted an order to his troops, who once again pulled out their arrows and aimed them at the mountain.

“Thorin, lay down your arms,” Gandalf called. “Open these doors. This treasure will be your death.”

Dwalin saw his brother approach Thorin. He couldn’t help but hope that Balin would talk some sense into him.

“Give us your answer,” Bard said. “Will you have peace or war?”

Suddenly, a raven appeared and landed before Thorin. It was one of the ravens of Erebor. It chirped at Thorin for a moment before the king looked forward again.

“I will have war,” he said.

The sound of marching filled the air. Dwalin looked toward the hillside and smiled when he saw an army of dwarves appear. Leading them was Dain Ironfoot, Thorin’s cousin. The company cheered at the sight. Thranduil turned quickly on his elf and shouted orders to his army, turning them to face the oncoming army. Bard, Vedis, and Oreliell followed behind him with their horses, but remained distanced from the elven king.

Dain separated from his army, coming most of the way down the hillside so he could address the elves and humans.

“Good morning,” Dain said. “How are we all? I have a wee proposition if you wouldn’t mind giving me a few moments of your time. Would ya consider… just sodding off! All of you! Right now!”

“Come now, Lord Dain,” Gandalf said, stepping in front of the army of elves.

“Gandalf the Grey. Tell this rabble to leave or I’ll water the ground with their blood!”

“There is no need for war between dwarves, men and elves. A legion of orcs march on the mountain. Stand your army down!”

“I will not stand down before any elf. Not least this faithless woodland sprite. He wishes nothing but ill upon my people. If he chooses to stand between my and my kin, I’ll split his pretty head open! See if he’s still smirking then!”

Dain turned his boar around and rejoined his troops. The company cheered.

“Let them advance,” Thranduil taunted. “See how far they get.”

“Ya think I give a dead dog for your threats, ya pointy-earred princess?” Dain called behind him. “Ya hear that, lads? We’re on! Let’s give these bastards a good hammering!”

The elves began advancing as Dain’s goat calvary came forward. In a matter of minutes, the armies were colliding.

Dwalin watched silently. He had seen many battles. But it was far different watching a battle from above than actually taking part in it. He hadn’t felt this anxious about a battle since his first. Left and right, it seemed like both dwarves and elves were falling.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake. A low rumbling could be heard from where the hillside began to turn into mountains. The battle came to a pause as everyone turned their attention in that direction.

Giant worm creatures burst from the mountain side, creating large holes. A loud horn sounded in the distance. Not a moment later, orcs began pouring out and charging.

“The hordes of hell are upon us!” Dain shouted. “To battle! To battle, sons of Durin! Fight to the death!”

The dwarves abandoned their fight against the elves and hurried to form a blockade against the orcs. However, the elves seemed to remain in place.

“I’m going over the wall,” Fili suddenly announced. “Who’s coming with me?”

“Yes!”

“We’re with you, lad!”

“Come on!” Dwalin said. “Let’s go!”

“Stand down,” Thorin said.

The company turned to look at him in shock as he began to back away from the barricade. They watched as he started down the stone steps.

“What?”

“Are we to do nothing?”

“I said, stand down!” Thorin ordered.

Dwalin huffed in frustration and looked back at the battle. Dain’s army was nearing the orcs and began to set themselves up as a barrier. At first, it seemed as though the elves were going to do nothing. 

“Look!” Ori cried, pointing toward the battlefield.

Two figures on horseback had separated from the elves and humans, and were racing toward the line of dwarves.

“It’s Oreliell and Vedis!” Kili shouted.

Not a moment later, a section of elves began to follow them.

“Would ya look at that,” Gloin said. “They’re leading a charge!”

The company cheered as they watched the sisters lead the elves into battle, jumping over the dwarves and colliding with the orcs. Battle broke out once again. Moments later, the rest of the elven army joined in as well, firing arrows at Thranduil’s command to slow the oncoming assault.

Dwalin tried to keep his eyes on the elven sisters, but the fighting was so intense that he quickly lost sight of them. He even tried to keep an eye on Dain, but that too proved to be a challenge. Just looking at the numbers alone, the orcs outnumbered them, even with the combined effort of dwarves and elves. Every now and then, a horn would blow, which gave orders to the orc army. A large section of them seemed to break off and head for Dale.

I hate this, Dwalin thought, gripping his ax tightly.

He hated standing still, being able to only watch and not lend a hand to his fellow warriors and kin. Fires were breaking out on both the battlefield and in Dale. Members of every army were falling, slain by their opponents. It was a complete bloodbath.

Dwalin stepped away from the edge of the barricade and started for the stairs.

“Brother?” Balin said as he walked passed. “Where are you going?”

“To see Thorin.”

He left before anyone could stop him. While it had been years since being in Erebor, he still knew the halls like the back of his hand. He went down the necessary halls until he reached the throne room, where he figured Thorin would be.

And he was right. Thorin was seated on the throne. The hall was dark, lit only by a few fires.

Dwalin practically stomped up the steps until he stood in front of Thorin.

“Since when do we forsake our own people?” he asked. Maybe demanded was a better word for it. “Thorin, they are dying out there.”

But Thorin didn’t seem to be listening. His eyes were trained to the side before they widened just slightly. Thorin looked at him.

“There are halls beneath halls within this mountain. Places we can fortify, shore up, make safe. Yes…” He stood up. “Yes, that is it. We must move the gold further underground to safety.”

“Did you not hear me?” Dwalin said, raising his voice. “Dain is surrounded. We’ve lost sight of Vedis and Oreliell. Your One! They’re being slaughtered, Thorin.”

“Many die in war. Life is cheap. But a treasure such as this cannot be counted in lives lost. It is worth all the blood we can spend!”

Dwalin couldn’t believe how indifferent he sounded. Thorin’s face seemed sunken in, like he was a shell of his former self.

“You sit here in these vast halls,” he said, “with a crown upon your head, and yet you are lesser now than you have ever been.”

“Do not speak to me as if I were some lowly dwarf lord, as if I were still… Thorin… Oakenshield.” He staggered back a little, seemingly getting choked up at the idea. He suddenly drew his sword and swung it wildly, missing Dwalin by nearly a foot. “I am your king!” he shouted.

“You were always my king. You used to know that once.” He paused to try and collect himself. “You cannot see what you have become.”

“Go,” Thorin said. “Get out. Before I kill you.”

Dwalin exhaled sharply at his words. Never in his life did he imagine Thorin threatening his life. Though never in his life did he think he would ever see Thorin in such a state.

Dwalin stared at Thorin for another long moment before he turned away, willing the tears away as he left the throne room.

#The hobbit #Tolkien #Thorin Oakenshield #Thorin #Thorin Oakenshield x oc #Thorin x oc #Thorin Oakenshield x elf oc #Thorin x elf oc #Thorin x elf #The hobbit oc #Fan fiction #Star of the mountain

[spiritdreamt]

songs and quotes for the muse ♥ under the cut 'cause it's long tagged by: @shilohgreen tagging: @allevils, @publicabsent, @painmon, @slashaer, @dumbthink, @princetorn, and you!!

five SONGS for my muse:

—bag of bones by mitski. mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight? / i'm tired of this searching, would you let me let go? / and i can take a little bit more / let's shake this poet out of the beast.

—liability by lorde. the truth is, i am a toy that people enjoy / 'til all of the tricks don't work anymore / and then they are bored of me. / i know that it's exciting, running through the night, but / every perfect summer's eating me alive until you're gone.

—styrofoam plates by death cab for cutie. you're a disgrace to the concept of family / the priest won't divulge that fact in his homily / and i'll stand up and scream if the mourning remain quiet / you can deck out a lie in a suit, but i won't buy it / ... and just 'cause he's gone, it doesn't change the fact / he was a bastard in life, thus a bastard in death.

—fake out by fall out boy. do you laugh about me whenever i leave? / or do i just need more therapy? / love is in the air, i just gotta figure out a window to break out / buried alive inside my dreams, but it was all a fake-out.

—waiting room by phoebe bridgers. and when broken bodies are washed ashore / who am i to ask for more, more more? / but you're breathing in my open mouth / you're the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out / i want to make you drive all night just because i said maybe you should come over / i want to make you fall in love as hard as my poor parents' teenage daughter / she'll be the best you ever had, if you let her.

five QUOTES for my muse:

she does know the earth / is run by mothers, this much / is certain. she also knows / she is not what is called / a girl any longer. regarding / incarceration, she believes // she has been a prisoner since she has been a daughter. persephone the wanderer, by louise glück.

i'll hurt myself first. i know the places that are the most delicate. i'll do the hurting from now on, as long as all of this stops!!! the secret diary of laura palmer, by jennifer lynch.

i was a very lonely child and it's funny but the first word that comes to my head is "starved." i felt starved of affection, starved of love and i felt that it wasn't ok to ask for it. maybe there was a sense that if i deserved it, it would be there. there must be something i'd done which meant i didn't deserve it. to die for, by carol lee.

i had a room to myself as a kid, but my mother was always quick to point out that it wasn't my room, it was her room and i was merely permitted to occupy it. her point, of course, was that my parents had earned everything and i was merely borrowing the space, and while this is technically true i cannot help but marvel at the singular damage of this dark idea: that my existence as a child was a kind of debt and nothing, no matter how small, was mine. that no space was truly private; anything of mine could be forfeited at someone else's whim. in the dream house, by carmen maria machado.

i'm a strange new kind of inbetween thing aren't i / not at home with the dead nor with the living. antigonick, by anne carson.

#about. #introspection.

[bogunicorn]

re:the last reblog, i figured out some tricks to help with cutting out the self-deprecating humor.

don't let your friends do it, either. interrupting their patterns of self-deprecation helps them, but it also kind of trains them to do the same for you. when my friends or my partner go in hard on insulting themselves, i'll usually try to argue with it, and if that doesn't work, "stop saying shitty things about my friend" usually does. and because of it, they do that to me, too. (this one works best on people you're actually close to. don't... do not say that to someone you're not buddy-buddy with, it'll come off as creepy.)

don't spend too much of your energy trying to hold on to friendships with people who are like 80% negativity, even if it's of the "my life is horrible, let me tell you the ways" kind. being there for your friends is one thing; having a friend that gives you anxiety to be around because most of what comes out of their mouth is super depressing is another. that person probably needs help, but if you're not their therapist or psychiatrist, that's not for you to coddle or fix.

before you start trauma dumping among semi-strangers, ask: what reaction do i actually want? what's the ideal response from this group of people when i start talking about my chronic illness/crippling debt/terrible job/massive insecurity issues? am i actually commiserating with someone in particular? do i just want to complain because a handful of "hug" emojis will genuinely make me feel better? or am i actually just struggling in a way i'm not very good at processing right now and Being Put Upon requires an audience, so surprise, that audience is whoever is just around?

if you suspect that you're bringing the mood down or talking too much about yourself, uh ... fucking stop. even if you're stopping for your own comfort, that's legitimate! but unless the people you're hanging around are really, really shitty and callous, they aren't going to tell you to knock it off, and they really won't tell you to stop if you ask them "hey do you want me to shut up". because that question has two answers: Yes, Please Shut Up, I Am An Asshole, and No, Keep Talking, I Would Rather Die Than Set This Boundary.

also, most importantly... if someone you knew - a stranger, someone you care about, doesn't matter - made the self-deprecating joke you're about to make, would you laugh? would you think it's funny? because believe it or not, you are not so uniquely horrid that it's funny when you do it but not funny when other people do it.

#bog post #stay salty #(kinda) #i do think a little self deprecating humor is funny #not because it's ~self aware~ #but it's funny when it's very very obviously a joke that you DO NOT BELIEVE of yourself #will i rag on myself for still being into spn? fucking absolutely #still being in that fandom is a total clown shoes move #but i'm also v open and upfront about like... #not believing in ironic enjoyment #in the idea that something can be fun and watchable and good while having big flaws #i'm open about it being fun and that i don't think i'm actually horrible #for the things i like #and i do try hard to be compassionate toward myself #bc it's not genuinely funny if you're punching down at yourself

[iwantjobs]

2/9/2024: ✌️ or Peace to Jesus and Muhammad from Buddha via the female Buddha Trang. If I can't stop the war, then I guess we all had to suffer with a WWWIII in in a year for China is ready for Taiwan, Kim Jung-Un is ready for his other half of Korea, Russia of course is dying to take over Ukraine for America is ruining our of ammunition, Iran and neighboring countries are dying to bomb out Israel out of the map for killing their Muslim children in south of Gaza (even Egypt is ready to bomb Israel for breaking the 4 year contract not to drive anymore Palestinians into their poor land which already house 1 million Palestinians years ago) even though Israel is ready to use their nuclear bombs while NATO and America can't do anything but only sending bombs and weapons while trying to close their border and deal with their 35 trillions debt. We are about to go into hell America if we don't call our senators, house of representatives, and local news to end military welfare to Israel.

Please, for the sake of a WWWIII, cease fire on both sides at the same time now and, at the same time, return all the Israeli hostages and thousands of unjustifiably-jailed Palestinian prisoners in Israel's administration imprisonment system without any formal charges in this magnificent Israeli democracy that our America democracy is whole-heartedly supports with 3.5 billions in military welfare to protect democracy in the Middle East.

Oh humans, this Israel-Hamas war is a war between Jesus and Muhammad. Jesus people promote God is a human and that their Jesus is God even their Bible clearly stated that Jesus is only God's son. (Tui, Trang, the female Buddha, said that this is a serious psychology failure in the reasoning by the Christians and Jews or Jesus people. How on earth can the Christians and Jews say Jesus is God when it clearly stated in their books that Jesus is God's son? Satan probably told them Christians and Jews to rephrase the sentence by moving the words around and took away the word son and the apostrophe. Tui, Trang, the female Buddha, think it's probably because the Christians or Jesus people got too excited and took the short path to Jesus (Satan's path of stealing land and killing colored-people via colonizing) to trick humanity using their bad psychology along with their Christian or Jesus people's beauty and their intelligence of gun, bombs, nuclear bombs (via Jesus' "other" people called the Jews via our genius German Jew Einstein's invention nuclear bombs to bomb asteroids). On the other hand, tui, Trang, the female Buddha, thinks that God sent down Muhammad to inform humanity that God ain't a human for Islam 's violent religion preaches the killing of anyone who dare to expose Muhammad 's face. In doing so, when I threw out my cocky theories putting down Jesus from his God's throne, Jesus people via the Christians and even Jews, Muhammad people in America, and indigenous people via the blood of Maria Latino people in a form of a gang of gays as my bosses at Starbucks and other Christian children as baristas, sexually harassed me in a minor way and bullied the hell out of me to nearly killed near (luckily my kindness to them as a female who wants children took over when my menstruation was done prevented the. From killing me or else if I were a man, I would be dead for daring to say their Jesus ain't God as stated in the Bible while living in their Jesus colonizing land).

Anyhow, subconsciously Jesus is fighting back for the land that was taken over by many racial and religious wars since 2,500 years ago when and where he was born (Bethlehem, a city in the ancient land called Jerusalem, a city inside currently Palestinian territory called the West Bank, which is inside the Palestine, but now Israel). Tui, Trang, the female Buddha, said that God probably kicked Jesus ' ancient Jews out of Bethlehem in Jerusalem (the same land where Palestine used to be,but now the new name is Israel) as punishment for nailing Jesus. Jesus' ancient people via the Jewish empire (the ancient Jews, for I think Jesus was probably a Jew, too so that's why the Christians are support Israel to the death of their Christian empire of democracy of human equality preaching by supporting the genocide of the Palestinian terrorists in the land that was stolen from the Palestinians to rebuild their God's kingdom with their Jesus ' second coming as the king of this kingdom) was kicked out by some Assanic something war(probably Muhammad's people) after they (the ancient Jews) nailed Jesus. Then Jesus people came back with the gay-infested Partan soldiers with the Roman empire took back the land. Then at the end the Ottoman empire, Muhammad 's people, kicked the gay-infested Roman empire Jesus people out and took over Jesus birthland and call it Palestine).

My arthritis and tendonitis are a ting up, so I can't proof read and type anymore. Off to 🙏 for peace for Israel and Palestine while calling Congress and local news and preparing for WWWIII food, water, energy, and medicine. Trang's thinking at 50.84 years old.

[midnightunderground-hq]

“The future is always in motion, like a great river dragging us all to our inevitable ends. There are some who can raise themselves above the surface to see what awaits us, looking into a future both unclear and terrifying. These oracles are blessed with the sight...and cursed by what they see.”

Mortals are not supposed to play in the world of the Midnight Underground. They are supposed to sit quietly by and accept the strangeness and be forced into unknowing. But you always know. You’ve always known. A powerful deal with a powerful being that has burst the very seams of the world open for you. For as long as you can remember you have been able to follow every path in the stars to know what might come to pass. The immeasurable options of everyone’s fate could seem overwhelming to anyone. And it is. Oh God it is.

Every Face Has a Name….

Name: Chloe Li

Faceclaim: Leah Lewis

Age: 25

Gender: Cis Woman (She/Her)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Circle: Power

Occupation: Poker Dealer at La Fortuna

All Questions Need Answers….

Who is your benefactor? Do you know who gave you these powers? How long have you been able to do this?

What stipulations come with these powers? Do you have to be somewhere specific? Touching someone? 

Have you ever tried to stop something you saw happen and instead only made it so it was inevitable?

Which candidate do you support?

All Debts Need to Be Collected….

Please outline one debt you owe to the candidate of that specific faction. Please explain the circumstances as to how you obtained this debt.

Possible Debts for The Oracle:

You owe the Mortalis a debt for keeping you out of prison after a vision gone wrong.

You owe the Night a debt for being unable to protect someone you promised you could.

You owe the Wild a debt for knowingly giving bad advice on a deal that eventually fell through.

You owe the Power a debt for keeping you sane during your visions.

Connections are as Likely as Corruption….

The Aware: The night you met them was life changing. For them, not you. You could tell they didn’t believe you, that you were just another weirdo who claimed to see the future. There are drunk people doing parlor tricks for a quick buck everywhere on The Strip. But they should have listened. You predicted the night they were pulled into the world of the Midnight Underground with perfect clarity. What would have happened if only they had listened?

The Wizard: You and The Wizard are of the same circle: Power. Though your actual powers vary immensely. You feel burdened by this gift and they seem to relish in the ability to live amongst the strange and bizarre of the Midnight Underground. You envy that freeness you see in them. It’s hard not to let bitterness turn to animosity.

The Tainted: A vision seared so firmly into your mind that you feel as if you will never forget it. You saw the night The Tainted sold their soul for power and yet you could do nothing to stop it. Like so many of your visions this seemed fated to be and a train already on its course seems impossibly to turn. They are a monster now and you did nothing to stop them.

#skeleton rp #new rp #urban fantasy rp #city rp #political rp #crime rp #mu:the oracle #mu:closed

[diavolosbaby]

hi viv !! congrats on posting !!! i'm so proud of you <333

here is my ask because i promised id be the first:

i was wondering if i could have small little fluff things whether it be hc's or stables for mammon, lucifer and satan :)) they don't have to be long, and if you didn't wanna do all three you can just pick one :))

happy writing !! ilysm and imy !! <33

Hi Mars!! Yes! I'll try my best! Please tell me if there's anything you don't like or in any way I can improve! Thank you so much for being my first request!

Lucifer, Mammon, and Satan headcanons

Lucifer:

- at first tried to reach out to Satan on an emotional level but the more Satan rejected him the more he gave up

- mammon is his favorite brother, gives mammon a weekly allowance but only if he agrees not to tell the others about it

- Remember the last male Cologne/bodywash you smelled? He smells like that. (In a good way)

- For being the avatar of pride, he has quite a few insecurities. Such as guilt about both Lilith and Satan, and shame that he let himself be Diavolo's dog

- On that note, Lucifer genuinely sees Diavolo as a friend. If asked about it he'll say it's for loyalty but every once in a while he laughs with Diavolo and enjoys time with him. Then he catches himself and goes stone cold again, reminding himself that this relationship is for loyalty alone. (Shush just let it be a friendship)

- has a skincare routine consisting of cleanser, serum and moisturizer

- isn't against 1 night stands, just wouldn't happen in the house of Lamentation or last overnight incase of his brother's suspicions

- wears reading glasses when he plans on reading a book, he needs them for close reading

Mammon:

-I see a lot of people say mammon sleeps naked but I think he sleeps in just underwear. He has specific underwear he changes into to sleep in. They're thin, breatheable, soft, and are definitely in the shape of tighty whiteys

- at some point wanted to gauge his ears but Lucifer refused to let him, now mammon appreciates Lucifer denying it because he's against it now

- had to lose a kidney to pay off his debt once

- would like a short MC, his protective instincts rise immensely but he thinks they're so adorable even if he teases them about their height all the time. (Which is totally does)

- had a hat phase, he wore these dumb hats around and thought he looked so cool. Top hats, fedoras, bucket hats, baseball caps, it was non stop. If you ask him about it he'll still defend it and say he looked cool. (He still has the hats)

- specifically only wears gold jewelry, has silver. Just doesn't wear them

- is double jointed, idk just feel like he is. Tricks MC with his leg in a weird position acting like he's in pain

- deep down he knows MC won't choose him, (or will they?) that's why he puts on such a strong, confident and possessive front

- has a gold tooth in the back. Got a cavity and didn't want a silver tooth, so he got gold

Satan:

- wears prescribed contacts

- is secretly afraid of dogs, not in a panic way but in a go silent stay away from them kind of way

- prefers you reading to him rather than him reading to you, if you pronounce a word in a unique way or stutter it's more enjoyable to him because it just adds your personality to the book

- knows where everything is in his room, if somebody moves ANYTHING he will know as soon as he steps through the door

- adores glasses, he will catch himself staring at you with a smirk if you wear them. If you don't, he'd suggest you do just so he could see what you'd look like

- Does not like people who are naturally loud, he catches himself rolling his eyes and sighing whenever diavolo walks in

- hates when anyone asks "so Lucifer is technically your father?" Or anything like that, would even hold a grudge against MC if they told him that

- enjoys birdwatching, catch him pointing to a bird and saying "hey it's a *bird species*."

I'm done!!! This was actually fun to do Mars!!! Please give me any feedback and criticism you have!!

My favorite number's 8 so I tried to put 8 lines each but realized I gave mammon an extra 😭

Ily and imyt!!

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[teyvat-imagines]

Sorry and ignore this if your non-event requests are closed.

How would Eula, Xingqui and Xiao would react to their s/o getting poisoned because of a drink they themselves gave which they(the characters) were about to consume ? (whether the poison is lethal or not you decide🙃)

Hiya! Not a problem, thanks for waiting for this ;w; Sorry it took so long! I hope I got your request right ^w^

Poisoned S/O

Eula:

○ Eula can feel her heart drop the moment she realises you drank from the wrong cup. She could see it in the way your eyes widened at the taste, and the slight tremble in your hands, the poison already starting to take effect.

○ It's almost as if time has slowed to a halt, her mind racing to remember what to do. Was there an antidote? If she made you throw up would that do the trick? Could she even save you? Was this a lethal dosage?

○ Eula could feel the tremble in her hands as she moved to catch you, your legs finally giving out on you as the poison continued to spread. She couldn't bear to see the look of fear on your face. You were never meant to have drank from that cup... That was meant for her, not you.

"(Y/N)... Please, hold on just a little longer. Please, I can't lose you..."

○ Eula will order people out of her way, cradling your limp body close as she runs to find Albedo. If anyone will know how to save you, it's him.

"Barbatos, let me make it in time... Please."

Xingqiu:

○ Xingqiu had known the cup before him was poisoned the second it was presented to him. Keeping up appearances, he just smiled and thanked the stranger for the tea, before insisting he couldn't drink it. Lack of thirst, he claimed. If only hew knew how much he would come to regret that.

○ Before he could stop you, you eagerly swiped the tea instead. Your throat was bone dry, starting to feel painful even, and you needed something to drink. The tea was nice, somewhat bitter but overall went down easy.

○ It took seconds for the poison to start to take effect. Your vision blurred, your hands shook, and you were rapidly losing strength. Xingqiu could only watch in horror, painfully aware of the fact that he had no clue if there was even an antidote to save you.

"(Y/N), my beloved. Please, lay down and rest. Save your strength, try your best to stay with me. I'll fix this, I swear."

○ The last thing you saw as you vision finally faded out, was Xingqiu drawing his sword, moving to cut off the assassin's escape route, his voice unusually cold.

"Now, for your sake, I sincerely hope you have an antidote prepared."

Xiao:

○ The adeptus was doing his best to cope with the pain in his body, centuries of karmic debt haunting him. He had some medicine from Baizhu prepared, but there was something he had to take care of first. Thinking it would be fine to leave for just a moment, Xiao placed the drink down.

○ What he hadn't expected, was to come back and find you finishing off the dosage, completely oblivious to what fate you had just brought upon yourself. As while it was fine for him to drink, Baizhu's mixture would be certainly fatal for an ordinary human.

○ You could feel the effects creeping up on you. Your head was suddenly wracked with excruciating pain. Your hands shook as if you were frozen, yet your blood felt like molten lava in your veins. You looked to your boyfriend, trying your best to find the words to ask if you were going to die today.

"Hang on. I'll get you to that doctor. He'll have an antidote for you, I'm certain. Please (Y/N)... Stay with me."

○ He scoops you up in his arms, with a gentleness you had never felt before in him. Xiao was ready to carry you to the ends of Teyvat if it meant you would be safe. He made it to Bubu Pharmacy in almost no time.

"Doctor. Please, they need help."

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[arcadejohn127-9]

Ahhh I love your writing sm!! Could I request how the brothers would react to an MC that's super doting and overly loving from the get-go?. Always insists on helping w cooking duty, brings the brothers coffee if they look busy, etc? pls & ty!

Tbh I don't really have a love language over than verbal but this speaks to me

In game I make my MC very much like this, overly positive and always wanting to help. Not because I have to, I could easily pick more honest or teasing options but when it comes to it. My first instinct/Response is those options because I like the idea of being helpful to people

It's only when people start using that for their advantage or make me help them out even though I'm busy or just don't want to do it. That's when there's an issue.

Lucifer:

"oh~ Luci! You still working?"

You peered over at him at his desk, peaking from the space between the wall and the stair railing

He looked up at you with a tired expression, frowning

"I am, what do you need?"

you trotted down the rest of the steps, walking over to him with a bright smile

A tray in hand with coffee and biscuits and apple slices

"I made these for you, I know it isn't much but you're always working so hard... perhaps I can help?"

Lucifer wasn't too surprised, you were always offering your help whenever you could but it still surprised him you were so quick to offer

He didn't know how you had all that energy to face the day and then do more for others but he always enjoyed your company

"be my guest."

You grabbed a mini stool and sat beside him, you'd read over papers with him, massaging his hand whenever you noticed it cramped

He shared the snacks you got him and even revealed the mini snack draw he had in his desk

He put a finger to his lips with a smile

"don't tell my brother's, this will be just between you and me."

He showed you what he had and you picked whatever caught your fancy, happily eating as you looked over the papers

Mammon:

He wasn't use to Someone being nice to him so when you came along and offered acts of service - he was blown away!

Even over time he wasn't really use to it

Speaking of you and your acts or service; you were whistling a happy tune

A thick wallet in your pocket, you headed straight to mammons room

It was as if he could smell the money, he rushed to your side and started eyeing the wallet

"Stop peeking - it's a gift."

He looked at you confused but was grinning

"oh? The great Mammon can't refuse a gift!"

You placed the wallet in his hand, he let out a yelp at the weight of it

It was completely loaded!!! It was stuffed with money!

He couldn't believe it - it had to be a trick! There was no way you were giving him this much money!

"Are ya playing with me? Ha ha human."

"no tricks, you've been struggling with your debt to the witch's so I thought I'd help, I heard you've been getting in trouble with Lucifer more because of it so I wanted to help!"

He didn't even realize he teared up, he jumped towards you and hugged you close

Nuzzling your faces together as he hugged you tight

"You-! YOU DAMN HUMAN- NO YOU ANGEL! YOU'RE THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!"

You patted his arm, laughing and it wasn't long before he was planning to spend a big splurge on you despite his issues with money already

Levithan:

He was shuffling into his room, headphones on and just starting to calm down

Today was hectic so he was happy to finally be back home

"Evening! Don't worry, I still used the secret password."

"HUH-?! THAT'S NOT- WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!"

He threw his headphones off, face bright red

He should of known you were up to something, you kept humming whenever you entered his room

Talking about cleaning up after himself but he kept forgetting due to getting distracted

"I noticed it's gotten really messy so I decided to clean it for you but before you say anything, I know you hate when it's cleaned because you don't know where anything so I've labelled where everything has been stored if it's changed places."

He was still upset, he REALLY hated it when things are changed without him knowing first

But he looked around the room and sure enough, things were still in the cupboards and places he stacked them in and the labels were correct

Everything was completely organized! All the piled up ramen was even gone!

He exhaled a long breathe calming himself down, he was happy - really really happy

"Thanks.... just - can we arrange something next time? But I do like what you did! It looks nice - it's much better now!"

"of course, I'll ask next time - also~ I got you some special ruri-chan themed chips in hopes to make you feel better."

He moves before he knows it, hugging you tight

"STAY WITH ME FOREVER!!!!"

He's definitely embarassed afterwards and gets you out of his room before he makes himself look more like a love sick fool

But don't worry, he texts you wanting to hang out later

Satan:

Satan has been locked in his room after having a big outburst earlier that day

He got overwhelmed from all the noises and threw a book at mammon

You waited awhile before going after him, wanting him to calm down and looked after mammons sore head

You grabbed the book he threw, making a nice calming tea and even made some Apple pie

When you knocked his door he freezed

"Who is it-?! Lucifer, I'm not in the mood for your scolding-"

"it's just me, I got you something!"

He opened the door for you, letting you inside

His room looked clean for once - you didn't doubt he continued his rage into his room and cleaned up to calm down

You offered him a smile, placing the tray on his bed

"I hope you like it, I made it myself."

He looked at the fresh apple pie, his stomach rumbling at the mere sight of it

"you did this...for me? Didn't I scare you?"

You hummed, sitting close to him

"yeah a little but everyone has their bad days, you having one doesn't change anything - though you do need to apologize to mammon."

He sat down by his bed, placing the tray on his lap

"you're right I do, thank you for not just seeing me as some angry creature....I didn't intend to blow up like that."

You patted his arm, still smiling

You two sat together, you read his book for him whilst he ate and drank

He was very bashful at how supportive you are but that was you, you've always been so quick to offer help or do things for people ever since you've arrived

You were good to him, he'll always appreciate that

Asmodeus:

His love language is affection and words

Yours is acts of service

It's perfect!

Though, when it was established you were quick to help and offer your service - prepare for MANY innuendos

He'll come skipping to you, draping himself off the nearest object and asking if you want to help him de-stress

Most of the time you just have spa days or lay around doing nothing

You decided to treat him today seeing as exams were stressing him out

"Asmo! Won't you help me? I have this lovely new-"

He's skidding as he appears in the doorway, ready to do whatever you want

But you just grinned, knowing your plan worked

You grabbed him and shoved him into a chair

Before he knew it; his hair was tied up and his jacket and scarf has disappeared

"oh? What's all this about? Does my love want some special care?"

"nope, I just want to look after you today~ you've been stressing over exams so much, I wanted to treat you like a prince."

He had the biggest grin on his face after that

And treated like a prince he was

You did his skin routine, brushed his hair and curled it

If he even mentioned being thirsty you were straight to getting him a nice refreshing drink

If you're able to - please carry him bridal style - he will love every second of it

"you treat me so well, I know I'm already a blessing to this demonic world but you're just pure light."

He's so love sick, an absolute fool in love

"nonsense, I'm just helping you like usual."

Which is true, you were always being helpful to him

Thats why he loved doing whatever he could for you

"Never leave the Devildom, I couldn't bare not seeing your beautiful face everyday."

You just laughed, massaging his face and gave him a quick kiss

Beezlebub:

Another person who does acts of service as a love language

Though, do forgive him if he forgets due to hunger - he'll immediately make it up to you

At this point he's become a subconscious challenge/game of service - always trying to one up each other

Currently, he was really anxious about his up coming game

It was the biggest one that R.A.D was having and was against a smaller school in the Devildom

The brothers all agreed to come watch him play and even made banners and levi brought glowsticks

You were no were to be seen

The weeks running up to the game you were always busy and whilst you still do some things for him here or there - you were mostly out of the house

But it was but a long lasting plan

You planned on supporting him the best way you could!

When he finally rolled onto the field he felt dread when he didn't spot you in the crowd

He couldn't stop frowning until he saw you, shaking pom poms and running with the cheersquad

That's right, you joined the cheer team to show your support for the lovely demon

"I WANT TO DEDICATE A CHEER TO OUR STAR PLAYER - BEEZLEBUB!!!"

He's so flustered and absolutely shining with joy under his helmet

As soon as he could he came running towards you and hugged you tight

"I was so worried I did something that made you drift away....you did this for me?"

"of course! I'm sorry I made you worried, I wanted to surprise you."

He had to take off his helmet after trying to nuzzle your face, you yelped when it bonked you

"This is the best thing anyone has done for me, thank you (Y/N)."

"you're welcome, now go win that game! Prove those losers that R.A.D is the best school around!"

It was no surprised that R.A.D won

The players all cheered and partied, inviting the band and cheerleaders to celebrate with them

But you decided to have a sleepover with Beelzebub, feeding him plenty of tasty foods as your own type of celebration

"Open wide."

You almost choked on the cake basically shoved in your mouth, laughing as frosting covered your nose and cheeks

You got your revenge but he happily licked what he could

This is the best celebration he could ever get

All because of you!

Belphegor:

Even if your love language wasn't acts or service, you definitely got in the habit of doing it with this guy

He was spoilt from always being carried and pampered by his twin

He could get away with sleeping anywhere as long as he got things done and good grades

But you were always the helpful human, giving him snacks or fluffing his pillows

He's joked about getting a bell so he could call you whenever he needed you

That never happened

"Belphie!! You awake? I got something for you."

He immediately popped his head up and waved to get your attention

You showed him the cup of hot mocha you've recently made; sweet and delicious and has an extra kick to help with keeping awake

"Smells delicious, you made this?"

"yep! Now drink up, we got plans today."

He happily drunk it, feeling more awake with every gulp

By the end of the Cup he was absolutely overjoyed from the taste

Though you almost groaned in frustration when he yawned, so happy that he got sleepy

"you have anymore~? I could drink loads of these- make me more, you know how to make them, I'm too sleepy - it's your fault I'm sleepy."

You flicked his head

Reminding him to not act like a brat

But you did make him more and throughout the day you'd give him a large cup

You needed to do studies and make sure belphegor kept his grades up - Lucifer's orders

But he was already a star pupil regardless so you weren't sure why you had to

But spending time with your favourite demon was never an issue, regardless of his attitude

"We need to do this more, I love it when you look after me."

"I know, now write your answer, I need proof you're working so I don't get strung up."

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