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stikybug · 2 months
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This is extremely self-indulgent but i'm dumping all of my alexithymic!mc headcanons on the main tag , because her actions and what the characters say about her would be extremely funny considering all of this .
Spoilers for godheim main story under the cut!
MC has had trouble identifying many of her emotions since a young age, she never talked about it to anybody and learned to mask it very well. Her reactions are almost automatic, like they're actually hers.
The first time she really 'felt' the way others did was with the death of her mother. Sorrow, it felt so strong and unfamiliar to her. She had to find an outlet of some kind.
Art was the only time her emotions weren't muddled, but it could be because that itself was an abstraction of her thoughts. She didn't need to particularly parse through them and have many 'what ifs'.
Fast forward to the main story. Meeting the love interests elicits more than just a blunt emotional response. But it can't be called 'affection' just yet.
Godheim.
Mc feels guilty. She wants to return what seems to be some sort of budding affection for Alkaid, but she feels it doesn't last.
She doesn't realise little actions she does REFLECTS that. 'I'm caring for him while he's sick because I feel the strong urge to see him get better. No this isn't romance what are you talking about isn't this normal to feel?'
She feels it doesn't count because it seems to ebb and fade. She has the knawing feeling of wanting to be 'normal' for him. She wants to be better. She can't see the clear worry on her face, she can't see how she almost cries some times for 'unknown' reasons because she misses him.
It's oh so ever worse with Ayn. She would give her life over to him and what he cherishes in a heartbeat. But she feels so awkward when people refer to her as his girlfriend.
She doesn't love him back, probably. It's just an undying loyalty and understanding for him. It's a duty that she wants to fulfill. ( Why she wants to do it is completely lost on her. )
She thinks she's faking her care, for him, for the residents of the rat cave. It just doesn't line up with what she sees herself as. Despite this, she still almost forcefully wills him not to die. Not on her watch. She couldn't stand the thought of seeing him go.
By the time of Lars' route, she opens up to the idea of being closer to him. It was supposed to be an agreement-contract sort of relationship. But going slowly from 'alliance' to sympathy, devotion, and finally; what seems to be inklings of love she cannot do anything about but recognise. Nobody would risk their lives for an agreement alone.
Caring this much felt awful though, too many lives she swore she could have saved... If she was just a bit stronger, if she just reacted quicker. Maybe nobody would have to lose anything. All she could give was an attempt to comfort Lars during this time.
And while she went through the motions, she wondered... Maybe staying here would be alright? Maybe she could be his bride, or at the very least die beside him.
It was actually a laughable idea to her if you said she would feel something for Archmage Clarence. Anything other than annoyance or mild sympathy would be hard to elicit.
Him? The person who keeps picking fights with her? The person who insists on locking her up? That despite all her warnings decides that killing her is the best option? That Archmage Clarence?
She's interested in him when she spends more time in the Magi tower, unfortunately. He has his own motivations, he has someone he cares for.
She feels an unexplainable sadness at the true end of the magi. If it could happen to that little girl, how many more then would still meet that fate?
When she's actually faced with it in the end, she wants to start crying there. She can't, she can't cry in front of the man that only wants to see her live happily in the end.
The feeling persists, the memory of his is engraved in her mind forever.
Now Cael is an interesting case. She's not sure whether or not he could see right through her.
After everything in godheim, looking at him almost feels disconcerting. They share the same eyes, she never knew why she couldn't recognise that look in his eyes sooner.
Apathy. A cold heart. One that can't care or truly love anybody else.
Well, that's his words, not hers. But she can't bring herself to believe that. There's something like affection in the way he treats her, there's the warmth of blood so similar to everybody else.
So she says that, because she sincerely believes he's more than he thinks he is.
She still hesitates to call him, because one day he might tell her the same thing, and she wouldn't be able to deal with that.
...But maybe, they could figure out what the meaning of love is one day. And then they'll realize they were holding onto it all along.
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casualheizouenjoyers · 11 months
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- secrets i have held in my heart
featuring: jing yuan, bailu, yanqing, reader
warnings: a bit angsty ig, hanahaki au, blood, sickness, throwing up, coughing and just general sick stuff
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Orchids grow where others cannot.
This phrase reigns especially true when orchids begin to grow in your body. Scratching your throat and clogging up your lungs. 
You try to laugh it off as a small cough, a small sickness, as if the whole thing didn’t fill you with dread when you thought about the invasive plant infesting your every breath. 
It isn’t until finally you violently cough over your sink that a bloodied white orchid petal came fluttering out.
Were… you some form of mara struck? You wondered in confusion at the collection of petals that grew with each hack of your lungs. 
The high elder —Bailu— immediately takes up your case. Which is potentially concerning as you’ve gone to about possibly any doctor that will see you for some kind of explanation to your floral fever and none of them have had anything good to say. 
In fact, they have nothing to say about your illness. No one knew what was causing the orchids to bloom, making a home of your decaying body; a pretty parasite taking you ahold. 
The little Vidyadhara girl frowned upon seeing the collection of whole flowers and crumbled petals, all coated with a splattered layer of dried blood. 
Bailu’s eyes squinted as she observed the floral. 
Perhaps, it was some kind of achievement that you had every doctor and healer on the luofu stumped at your conditions? 
It isn’t until you’re coughing out another flower, this time red covering it was still vibrant and liquid, that the healer decided you were some form of mara struck and needed to be monitored closely. Even as she wrote out her prescription and made you promise to come back the next week, you could tell she wasn’t too sure about what she was saying.
That did absolutely nothing to calm your nerves. 
You go home after collecting your prescription and puke out leaves and stems along with the flowers. 
Despite your sickness, work is work, you decided, and working as a tutor was fulfilling for you. You hope —prayed— that the sight of your favorite student, Yanqing, would bring you some form of joy. The lesson went smoothly, though it was clear your student’s mind was up in the clouds, but you didn’t comment about it as yours was rooted deep elsewhere. 
With the closing of the textbook, Yanqing’s eyes light up. 
“Can we swordfight now?” The teenaged boy asked.
You almost said no.
You had realized early on that Yanqing would do his work and pay attention better if you found a way to relate it to swordsmanship, or if you promised that the two of you would spar a little after a lesson. 
There was a growing weakness in your body. It seemed that describing the flowers as a parasite wasn’t inaccurate, as every day went on you felt them drain the energy out of you. 
Yanqing waited for your response.
You nodded, standing up and picking up your sword from where it rested on a wall. Once, you had used it as a cloud knight, now it only ever saw use when teaching the blonde boy. 
Yanqing excitedly ran to the other side of the room, drawing his sword and getting into position. He paused, looking over at you.
When did your eyes become so sunken in? Your hand shook as you held your sword up and it became increasingly clear to Yanqing that you were in no position to swordfight. 
Your student called out your name, a hint of concern in his voice. 
“I— Give me a moment—” You called out, placing a hand on your head as a sudden headache came, making your vision blur and your legs lose balance as you head tumbling for the floor.
Yanqing tossed his sword far away as he slid to catch you. 
Bailu is halfway through her yearly appointment with the general when you come in with Yanqing by your side.
You mumbled apologies for the interruption and swore on your life you were fine. 
You had honestly not realized how bad things had gotten in the few days from the last time you had seen the healer.
Your heart fluttered at the sight of Jing Yuan.
The orchid also fluttered out of your mouth in a set of coughs that leave you out of breath on the ground, Yanqing down at your side again. 
There are multiple voices speaking but your mind can focus on none of them. 
Jing Yuan helped you up and you feel your heart clench up as a choke comes to your throat.
More orchids. 
He whispered to you in a soft voice, trying to help you through this coughing fit as Yanqing explained the situation that had happened just a few minutes before. 
Bailu watched this, shock painted on the girls face as she realized two truths.
You were indeed mara struck, just with a rare mutation that had gone out thousands of years ago. 
You were also in love with the general
and it was going to be the death of you.
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glitch-tricks · 1 year
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How The SW/SH Gym Leaders + Leon Would Ask You Out
I got one idea for Milo and my brain decided that I had to do this for everyone, you’re welcome /j
Milo
Let’s be honest, he’d do that tradition of giving you an Applin
It’s so simple, yet so sweet
Your Applin is best friends with his Flapple/Appletun
Nessa
I feel like she’d be so bold, yet so nervous at the same time
Eventually, she would give you an autograph
“- Nessa; Your #1 Fan”
Pray for her if you’re dense as hell
Kabu
Peepaw Kabu would’ve just walked up to you and asked you out
Nothing special, not nervous at all
Just straight up asks you
Gordie
Backflips
“Wanna go out with me?”
Okay, okay, seriously, he would use some of the cheesiest pickup lines
And maybe does a backflip
Melony
Honestly, she would probably be so over the top
Like, she would make whole ass ice sculptures with her pokemon just to ask you out
Piers
He wouldn’t
Marnie would confess for him, fed up with his lovesick bullshit
Unless he did get the courage, he’d straight up serenade you
Raihan
Oh, he’d be so fucking bold
Probably finished beating some random kid’s pokemon
Fucking announced to the whole stadium that he loves you
It worked
Somehow
Leon
One day, he probably held onto your hand just so his dumbass doesn’t get lost
You were definitely asked if the two of you were dating by some random people
Leon saw the opportunity
“We could be. Wanna go out with me?”
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homicidal-slvt · 7 months
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Wow, this dude has been through hell. He's suffered so much.
I kinda wanna bang him up against a wall like a whore.
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add1ctedt0you · 7 months
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Me, with the unpopular opinion that, in a wq lives au, where wq marries jc, novel canon wwx is not taking well the news about chengqing marriage
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reeftide · 8 days
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she stranding on my death til i
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galedakarios · 7 months
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im jiang cheng stans.
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yaboyhoney · 1 year
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Go on, lazy mornings with raihan and piers(Separately) fluff ofc 🥺
From your lovely super duper cool emo anon 🗿🗿
oo sorry for the long wait
Raihan x reader Piers x reader Lazy Mornings
Raihan
Mornings with Raihan are very cozy, he's usually dressed down to just his underwear so you can cuddle and rest your head against his chest. It's the best pillow
When you get up, slowly trying to untangle yourself from Raihan's body, he smiles with eyes closed and hugs you again, wrapping his arms and legs around you.
"Noo, I don't think so," he says playfully as he rolls over with you in his arms, effectively trapping you by stacking his body on top of yours
"Raihan!" you laugh as he presses a kiss to your cheek.
"Whaat?" he says coyly, nuzzling his face against you. "It's our day off, let's sleep in."
You two stayed there for a while until your pokemons declared it was time to eat.
Piers
On the contrary to what people might believe about Piers, he's actually an early morning person but today he decided to sleep in.
dressed in a white tank top and boxer briefs, your boyfriend lays there peacefully, with his head on your arm.
You were on your phone since you woke up early but decided at some point you wanted to officially wake up.
but try as you might, the moment you moved, Piers latches his other hand around your shoulder, groaning like a zombie.
"No," the singer grumbles in his sleep.
You snort laugh and press a kiss to his forehead and sneakily try to make your way out of his grip, but he latches onto you even more to the point you can't move.
"Piers, I want coffee."
"Yeah and what else do you want?" he mumbles as he nuzzles against your pec.
"Hm... a croissant would be nice."
He does a soft sigh and looks at you with one eye open, "I'll give you whatever you want, just stay like this for a while."
Who are you to deny such a request? You stay there, cuddling your dozy boyfriend
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fistfuloflightning · 2 months
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“Your welcome was rather disappointing, Jiang-zongzhu,” Jin Zixun calls mockingly. “Even your husband here failed to make us feel at home.” The obvious baiting is answered with a dangerously still, silent courtyard. Jin Zixun throws a glance at the three cultivators keeping Lan Wangji kneeling, chin tipped in a wordless order.
The blade hooked beneath Lan Wangji’s throat digs deeper, drawing more blood and he knows without looking that the red on the front of his robes is growing. Still no response. Lan Wangji can feel his wife’s presence, along with a handful of other qi signatures he recognizes as Jiang senior disciples. And he prays she doesn’t come out.
Jin Zixun’s grin is feral. “Very well.” But before the blade slides home and ends it all, the doors are flung wide and Jiang Cheng emerges. A silent breath escapes him. He should have known his Wanyin would not stand by. It is not in her nature.
Hair unbound and eyes flickering with Zidian’s energy, she looks like a wrathful goddess of lightning. Even where he’s forced to kneel, Lan Wangji can feel the electricity thrumming through his wrecked meridians, thinned to the point of snapping. Sandu’s naked blade gleams wickedly in one hand. And in the other, she carries their son.
She is not like his mother, bowing her head with furious acceptance of her fate and allowing her sons to be dragged away from her. She is not like her own mother, vicious in her pride and arrogance, blind to the needs of her children.
Jiang Cheng would do the impossible for those she loves. That is her strength.
Lan Wangji knows that there is no safer place for their son than in her arms.
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winepresswrath · 4 months
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Could you elaborate on what the yanli-jc wwx conspiracy is?
They are just generally in cahoots re: making sure he's safe and bringing him home, sometimes in defiance of their parents or society or just the likely fact of his death. The first time Wei Wuxian runs away Jiang Cheng wants to follow him because he's worried he'll get hurt. Jiang Fengmian says no, and when Jiang Cheng sneaks out in defiance of his father's wishes with his little rucksack in hand, Yanli is waiting at the gates to support him and tell him to bring Wei Wuxian home safe, implicitly siding with him against their dad in the matter of whether Wei Wuxian might be in real trouble and if so, whether Jiang Cheng's help might be valuable.
The second time is during the sunshot campaign while Wei Wuxian is missing- she comes in when he's brooding over Wei Wuxian's sword and tells him how grown up he is, fusses over him a bit and asks him to bring him back. Jiang Cheng fervently agrees, and looks actively relieved and pleased she's asking this of him- it's blatantly obvious he was going to do it anyway, but her support and faith mean a lot to him which I think is significant because he's usually so worried about failure and he knows Wei Wuxian has been thrown in the burial mounds and is almost certainly dead, but he's not actually frightened he'll fail her, he's just glad they're on the same page. He gets extra support this round because Lan Wangji is also refusing to believe Wei Wuxian is dead and taking joint missions to Yiling with Jiang Cheng and his own turn at sword brooding.
Breaking the pattern, in CQL she was originally going to go with him to talk to Wei Wuxian after he takes the Wens to the burial mounds but he kind of sneaks off without her when he sees her with Zixuan and then doesn't manage to bring Wei Wuxian home to her; she has a sad prophetic dream about it. The conspiracy is broken!
Until! They conspire to bring Yanli to Yiling so Wei Wuxian can see her wedding clothes. I personally think it's implied by the response to Zixuan's request for Wei Wuxian to be allowed at Jin Ling's hundred days ceremony that they were in on that together- either way they're both playing their part, because everyone from the Lan to the JIn know Jiang Cheng would happily take Wei Wuxian back and Yanli misses him. Whether they planned it or just moped really obviously is debatable buy money is on them being in on it together with Zixuan and maybe even Lan Wangji.
And then of course there's Nightless City, where Jiang Cheng notably does not try to get to Wei Wuxian but Yanli does, and then he finds him and loses him all over again so he can have a much more prolonged and less emotionally supportive round of refusing to believe Wei Wuxian is dead.
Bonus Round: The only time Yanli sends Wei Wuxian after Jiang Cheng it's when he's been captured by the Wen because he was already on top of the send Wei Wuxian home safe to Jiejie agenda.
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random hsr texts
featuring: blade, march 7th, dan heng, himeko, welt, jing yuan, reader
warnings: reader is fem in march's but gn in everything else thats it. small nsfw joke and a kms joke in the last pic
a/n: omg piers posts smth?? shocker. half of these were stolen off of pinterest ngl.
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writer168 · 8 months
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new oneshot!
cherry red vans
“There’s a pop song about you, yeah!"
“IT’S NOT ABOUT ME!”
or,
Leon Kennedy writes a song about a girl without even knowing her name, and now said-girl's bandmates won't stop being insufferable about it.
(Leon Kennedy/Sakura Haruno, Snow Storms & Snake Wine AU, Band AU)
AO3 link
ff.net link
commissioned cover by @frostmarris
beta: @of-cloves-blog
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Best indo-european language for a logography?
i mean... there are already indo-european languages written in logographic systems. anatolian hieroglyphs (luwian)?
also i fully believe that anything could be rendered in a dedicated logography, because script types aren't beholden to language organization. and people are VERY creative when it comes to communicating what we want to say, regardless of given constraints.
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incoming-wormhole · 8 months
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kinqarou · 11 months
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seasnakes from this past month :3 🦈🐍
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(vvv small cw for panic attacks)
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crovoroh · 1 year
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thinking about him 😔
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