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nulltune · 2 years

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plots please! I want to write more with you since forever but I can never decide on muse and plots egergewaheth

OHHHHH LULLYYY!!! I'M FEELING SO EPIC AND FLATTERED AND EMBARRASSED AND HAPPY HERE...... SGGKJSKFK DO U KNOW THAT'S LITERALLY ME @ U THO !!!!!!! PLS ngl for the longest time i've been so 😳😳 seeing ur blog (and i remember one of the first things i thought was how pretty your icons are!!) and goshdang do i wanna write with u and all of your muses!! i can 100% relate tho- i'm always the most indecisive ever when it comes to multis (cuz i love all dem wonderful muses!) and i have z e r o (0) ideas on how to start things up lately orz BUT!!! here are some thoughts i have 😳👉👈 for all ur muses! (minus tesla and shd because unfortunately wiki was a barren land 2 me and my mind started drawing a blank 🧎‍♂️) BUT AAAA I'M ALL EARS TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ABT THESE TOO! these are just my intial thoughts on seeing their profiles on your page + wiki (i'm a fraud of a fate blog tbh my mind is only full of hakuno-) but i would love to hear ur top three from these ones too mayhaps.....!!!! 😳 under the cut bc it's long as Heck-

meme, closed! @summoned-anima

sherlock: fate extra materials say that hakuno has some amazing detective skills (what with all the lil "quests" you do in game and all) so i think some situation that forces these two to cooperate on their wits would be real interesting! i just thought of these two working together on an escape room or sth and damn would i be willing to place my bets on these two being the first to finish it 👏👏✨ which also makes me think: they'd work pretty well as allies or comrades — which is pretty funny too, considering how the another ending ce is one of the best ce reccs to pair up with sherlock ☆ — but as friends.... 🤔 well what i'm saying is that!! i see that "little regards to emotions" on your sherlock's page and boy do i sense some interesting things coming for when that clashes with hakuno and her extremely emotionally-driven and relationship-oriented self! would they butt heads?? would they be an iconic brain-and-heart combo?? lots of possibilities tbh! and also!!! this one is kinda random but i hc my hakuno to be a pianist (the human she's based off is a pianist and the npc would naturally have those skills as well, but she's just not aware of it yet-) and i remember sherlock being able to play the violin so -vague hand gestures- idk sth abt it would be cute methinks..!! it'd be sweet if they could play together too 🥺

caenis: i see his line saying he hates the ocean and I VERY MUCH NEED TO SEE HIM AND HAKUNO GO TO THE OCEAN NOW THANK U VERY MUCH- on hakuno's side! she's spent all her life in a damn academy in a damn virtual world, so i'd just love to see her explore the world in general.. an ocean or just the sea is especially high on that list because se.ra.ph was like the digital sea you see-- and in the arenas, she'd always get a view from in the ocean rather than looking at it from above. it'd be a new experience for her!! and paired with caenis's hatred for the ocean, i feel like it'd be Intewesting 👀 i see caenis having a sweet tooth as well and as someone who loves candy, they can be a sweet tooth squad!! they also have the brutally honest aspect in common and i gotta say,, seeing the line he has for musashi, i'd love to see him potentially calling hakuno out for some of the stuff she does (prime example: hakuno being a very good-hearted and kind person but firmly believing she's bad because she's done some bad stuff) and idk much abt caenis, but a two-way street in character development would be -chef kiss- ! let them both help each other become better mayhaps 🤲🤲✨ ALSO.. i see caenis having a pair of animal ears and idk what type it is exactly (bunny ears??) but this must be said--!!! hakuno loves fluffy-wuffy things and would absolutely want 2 pet--

douman: hakuno's a huuuge history buff so she'd most definitely know about his history and all that, but i, da mun, am not <3 GDJDJSJ will be googling up his background and life story sooner or later but for the time being!! just speaking on the things i've witnessed on the dash from here to there- hakuno and her curious self would most certainly be curious about this clown alter ego that's apparently been causing a ruckus. NGL I REALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT DOUMAN'S WHOLE DEAL IS- and yes i finished shimousa but gotdang is my goldfish memory a struggling binch-- but me thinking about hakuno and her pure innocent nature has got me very Hm 👀(TM). and i will be embawwassing now and admit that i couldn't find as much info abt douman as i liked so i went snooping thru ur posts a lil 🏃‍♂️ AND PLS HE'S H*RNY⁉️ DGJEHCJS my hakuno's a demisexual too so her encountering the very horny douman would probably be so 👁_👁... for her dgdjjehc but!!! fun and laughs aside i am-!!!! actually eye-ing this veeery intently because love and lust is a pretty dang interesting topic to delve into!! i think i saw a post of yours saying sex is his substitute for love and i raise my moon girl like simba-- who i can very much see bluntly speaking out her mind on that matter... trying to understand where he's comibg from but not hesitating to say her bit on how she thinks that's futile and that he'll never obtain happiness that way 😳

enkidu: these two....... THESE TWO........ 🥺😭. artificial beings!!!! learning to be more human together mayhaps-- honestly one of the biggest themes with my moon girl which i'd love 2 explore with everyone's favorite lancer here! and listennnn, it was heavily implied that a berserker enkidu is a servant hakuno could contract with based on compatibility alone (nasu may not have explicitly confirmed it but it is Canon in my heart ok 😤) and i think there's sooo many ways to play off of that (disclaimer tho! it'd be most definitely alright if enkidu doesn't remember her at all! that gives us some angst potential to play with too >:3 ^_T) hakuno remembering enkidu from their beserker form and then interacting with them as a lancer..... hakuno not remember them at first but slowly regaining her memories of them from se.ra.ph as she interacts with their lancer variants....... lots of ways 2 go about it! ANDD i feel like flowers are becoming a decently prominent thing with my hakuno and i do recall enkidu's valentine gift ces being flowers too so-- i dunno how or why but i want something flower inspired for them.....!!!!! OH AND AND since they both dress pretty plainly, it'd be cute if they could dress each other up! i'm also thinking about them doing each other's hair because there's this one super super adorable art of hakuno braiding their hair which i adore oh so very much 🥺

pepe: BEING 100% TRANSPARENT HERE-- I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED LB1 😳...... but!!!! this is a duo that honestly intrigues me So Much because i've heard a lot about how pepe and hakuno have A Lot in common (which- for my hakuno could be both a good thing and a bad thing.. my hakuno definitely has a very deep and unique sense of loneliness, so having someone so similar to her would be both comforting and frightening methinks...) case in point-- this post! (also- random but op's brain is so huge and i love reading their thoughts abt hakuno so much -chef kiss-). i feel like there can be sooo much potential for them to develop more as people thanks to their interactions, and i feel like they really could get along! i can honestly see a pretty damn wholesome friendship too tbh 🥺 and characters who seem so incredibly different on the surface but actually share a lot of deeper themes and things in common is a personal fav of mine okok!!! 😤👏💯💯✨ also a big fan of the concept of pepe and hakuno absolutely slaying and breaking gender roles ✊✊ (pepe being more feminine-like and hakuno being more of a tomboy herself). AND I AM DEEPLY SORRY IN ADVANCE BUT here's a random silly thought that i just have to say too-- i can imagine hakuno gifting them a plushie of pepe the frog... solely because they share a (nick)name..... VDDGFKEHDJ

elijah: CONSIDERING HOW MY HAKUNO IS VERY MUCH LIKE A PINOCCHIO THAT WANTS TO BE HUMAN-- this duo intrigues me very much yes yes 👀✨ hakuno doesn't have the best opinion of herself (putting this very very lightly-) and views herself as a sorry attempt of a living being really ^_T so i feel like she'd expect elijah to dislike or look down on her to an extent (which is honestly how she's been conditioned to feel like with anyone ngl but she's Especially feeling it after his "something you like" line heeheehoohoo!) — his own opinion of her is totes up 2 u tho! hakuno's journey is most definitely becoming more human from the blank slate she was once was and she's oh so very human at her core, so i'm real intrigued to know how elijah would feel and interact with all that!! speaking of... ELIJAH NOT BEING HUMANE IN HIS CORE IS SO INTERESTING TO MEEEE!!!!! also provides a pretty Intewesting contrast to hakuno too. i am a fool so i know thing abt elijah but 👀👀👀 am very much open to learning more via ic interactions! him telling hakuno his story perhaps...... (if they get closer ofc!!) and damn i am c h omping my hands rn bc if this moon girl manages to get to bond lvl 5 with him-- and even if not!! like with enkidu, i can def see her affirming his humanity and caring for him regardless!!

mycroft: I'VE BEEN MEANING TO SEND YOU AN ASK FOR HIM FROM MY OLD AS HECK INBOX CALL TBH-- but!!!! i want them to be teatime buddies !!!!!! it's just something that sounds real wholesome to me okay.. 🥺 AND LISTEN- it's perfect because even back in the moon cell, hakuno would always like to have cakes with the tea that sakura brewed... also-- like with caenis, sweet tooth squad!! i feel like they could get along on that aspect as well? OH BUT SAME WITH SHERLOCK i am very much 👀👀👀👀 because gotdang do i love thinking abt the dynamics of hakuno and a more rational muse..!!! hakuno's a bit (read: A Lot) of an overworker herself too, but she's of the mindset that it's fine if only she's the one bearing all the weight, so i can most definitely see her pesking approaching him quite frequentky to ask if there's any way she could help out or lessen his load. definitely encourages him to take better care of himself and rest!!!! a hypocrite ahaha- OH AND PLS KNOW THAT THE PROGRESSION OF HIS BOND LINES MAKE ME CRY AS WELLLL 😭😭 and i'm sorry but i just know hakuno is that brand of stubborn that just won't leave him alone!! (in a good way tho!!)

#summoned anima #&&. out of #q.#THANK U FOR SENDING THIS IN BTW 💞💞 PLSS I RLLY WANT 2 INTERACT WITH U ALREADYYY #also-- we should exchange d.iscord handles perhaps... 😳😳👉👈#would be vv open to plotting more with u if u'd like!#OR HONESTLY EVEN JUMPING STRAIGHT INTO INTERACTIONS IS A-OKAY WITH ME TOO--#see where the wind takes us~~~ or sth like that!#and once i get more info abt t.esla and shd i Will be rambling abt them as well okok!!!!

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ofxwordsxandxletters · 3 years

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Safe and Sound & Myself When I am with You

Series: The Witcher

Disclaimer: The plot and pairing are mine and the rest is borrowed in this work of fan-made fiction off of which no money is made.

Pairing: Eskel/Geralt

Rating: PG

Another winter comes and another return is made. Home is a cure for most ills...As Geralt and Eskel learn along the way...

Author’s Note: For the Witchering Secret Santa, I got @geraltstiddyarmor and since Eskel and Geralt shenanigans appealed to them, these two ficlets were written. Hope you like it and happy holidays, friend! I wanted to go with some angsty/fluff (More fluff than other) and touched upon two hard moments in both these boys’ lives and how they may have helped the other heal. Thank you, @thewitchersecretsanta for this fantastic opportunity!!!

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Safe and Sound (Geralt-centric)

The way in had once been a dangerous trek capable of ending one’s life. Too many repetitions and Geralt is almost positive he could make his way through blind-folded. He wouldn’t try this, however, he wasn’t that foolish at least not anymore. Mayhaps one time youth would have made it something of a challenge or at least someone would have made it a challenge. Vesemir no doubt would have been the one to dissuade them of such nonsense.

But he had long since grown from a pup and such competitions were few and far between. Though the familiar sight is enough to have that familiar ache in his chest begin. He’d missed this place. Missed the familiarity of the Wolves he called family. Above all else, he missed Eskel.

Eskel. The mere thought of his name is enough to curve the edges up his lips upwards. From the beginning Eskel had been a constant; protective, supportive, and maybe a little indulgent in his mischief-making. But he’d always been safe with him. And Geralt didn’t question how much he enjoyed the others' sheer presence. They were inseparable from almost their first meeting.

And it hadn’t taken long for them to wind up limbs tangled together in the same bed. They fit like matching puzzle pieces and it was always just right. Given the rarity of things going so well, Geralt never took for granted or wasted a moment when it came to being able to spend time with the other Witcher. And the other wolves found this amusing and very much approved. And here at Kaer Morhen he was safe and at home.

Whatever his wanderings, whatever happened on the Path, when he was with his family it was easier to let go of the grief, of the resentment, of everything awful and enjoy the company of those who understood not just being a Witcher but who he was at the core of him. That was something he’d sorely needed the first winter after receiving the moniker of the Butcher. He could recall the shame that had been coiled tightly in him as he’d approached fearing that this might be what lost him the most important people to him.

These thoughts had him later than normal so it shouldn’t have been unusual for them to seemingly be waiting but his anxious heart was sure this was the dismissal he was fearing. When he’s close enough Vesemir had gently taken Roach’s reins as he’d dismounted and Lambert easily takes his bags. Neither says something and he’s a little unsure. This leaves him alone with Eskel. His lips part and he’s not sure if it’s to murmur a plea or an apology and gets nothing out as he’s pulled tightly against the other. “It’s good to have you home,” comes the greeting that has him gripping him tightly.

“I...wasn’t sure I was welcome.” The words are hard, shameful that he could think so low of the people who had seen him become who he was. Warm fingers tilt his head up.

“Don’t you ever think for a moment, Geralt, that we would ever listen to the words of people who do not know you. We know you. We’ve always known you. And above all else, trust that I know your heart. You’re not a monster and you are certainly not a butcher. So put it far from you. None of that here. We’re pack, we’re family, and we all love you. I, especially, love you.”

And that winter he’d found the balm he needed for those wounds. Geralt reconciled who he was to those who loved him as opposed to who he seemed to be in the eyes of those who did not care to know the truth of him or his heart.

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Myself When I am with You (Eskel-centric)

‘Ugly’

‘Deformed’

‘Monster’

These become his norm and Eskel loses himself in how it makes him feel. Being a Witcher was hard enough; people already mistrusted him but being a Witcher and scarred? There was no hope or help for it. And it hurts worse than any poison he’d encountered; twisting, burning, and leaving him raw and emotionally bleeding. He hates how unkind people can be and sometimes, he hates more that he agrees to help and protect such ungrateful, hurtful creatures. They could be worse than the monsters they wanted put down.

So of course the hurt and anger follows to that first Winter at Kaer Morhen. He wants to be alone, fears that this will be how the rest of his time is. And it might have worked if not for the stubbornness of a certain Witcher. While Vesemir allowed him his space, Geralt was not so willing to do as told. In fact, he marches himself into his room throwing the door shut before declaring Eskel the Continent’s Most Ridiculous Dumbass. At any other time, he might be amused. Right now, however, he wants Geralt gone so he can continue his solitude. So that he doesn’t have to see how Geralt specifically feels about him now.

“I don’t remember allowing you in here,” he says by way of dismissal.

“No,” Geralt agrees, “You have pretty much banned everyone.”

His voice is calm, almost agreeable but Eskel makes the mistake of gazing at familiar golden eyes and sees the warning of a storm in them. “Then I do not know why…”

“Of course you know why!” The words are sharper now, the other Witcher’s teeth bared, “You cannot possibly be this much of an idiot. Not you.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not…”

“Let me stop you right there,” Geralt interrupts, “Of course we’ve noticed. It’s hard not to. But what you’ve forgotten is I don’t care. Scars come with our lives, our mission. Scars tell the world that we’re stronger, fiercer, more enduring than anything we’ve come up against. What you do not need to ever believe is that it makes you lesser. It doesn’t. It never will.”

“Geralt…”

“No!” comes the sharp rebuke, “You can wallow in whatever this is but you do not get to tell me how I am supposed to feel about it. You do not get to decide what I can and cannot love about you! That’s not how this works!”

And worse than his anger, is Geralt’s hurt. Eskel hates the look of grief mixed in. “I love you,” comes the hoarse admission they both knew without ever having to say it, “I love you for who you are. And that can’t be changed. It won’t be changed so don’t you hide from me. Please, Eskel.”

Geralt was vulnerable with him, always had been. And in return, Eskel showed the parts of himself no one else got to see as well. Slowly, he approaches the other stepping from the dark corner waiting for that final nail, for Geralt to fully see what had become of him and for him to leave. He wouldn’t blame him. In fact…

His musing is derailed by a light pressure that has him focusing on the other and realizing it was Geralt’s fingers touching the now scarred side of his face. A light brush of familiar digits and he can’t help leaning into it. “You will never lose me,” the other murmurs, “No matter what. We’re bound together, you and I, and that’s not something I ever want to change.”

“Are you sure?”

Geralt draws him close so he can rest his forehead against his before murmuring, “I am positive. You are mine. For as long as I can have you.”

#Fanfic: The Witcher (Book/Game Universe)#Eskel/Geralt #Eskel x Geralt #geraltstiddyarmor #geskel

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elsewhereuniversity · 7 years

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[Right, so. P sure I’m officially obsessed lmao. Anyways here’s the third and probably final part of the tale of The One With Many Names, also known as My Blatant Self Insert. Hope it doesn’t break canon too much, please enjoy, and sorry for spamming! (also i still have No Idea What I Am Doing ahahahaha.)]

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Eventually, as everyone knew ce would be, The One With Many Names was Taken.

Spectator, the junior who watched people and noticed patterns, sharp-eyed behind the shadows of their hoodie, collected their bet. They placed a pittance of their winnings on Many-Names coming back.

It was mostly out of pity.

~~~

Your memories are doing The Thing again, and you cannot for the life of you remember the sequence of events that led to place you in the Elsewhere. But you know you are without iron, and your backpack is missing, and you should be terrified. Except They took you Elsewhere early in the morning, when you were stumbling your way to your eight am class, and you are far too tired to really care.

(You still have your dog tag necklace. Putting it on is too deeply ingrained into your morning ritual for you to forget it. This is a small comfort.)

You stare up and around at the Elsewhere despite knowing that you shouldn’t. Your eyes settle on something with too-sharp teeth like needles, shades of blue like ice and ocean, vaguely humanoid in shape but with proportions defying normal physics. You close your eyes and take a shuddering breath. Your eyes hurt. It’s too fuckin’ early for this. You consider the questions you could ask, from the informative (‘why have you taken me’) to the Actually Helpful.

You go for the latter.

“If I tell you a story,” you say slowly, carefully, “will that work as payment for my freedom?”

The fae hisses, and you flinch, wishing that you had your notebook with you, or at least another hour of sleep on your side. “You presume?”

“I, I, I have heard your–the, the stories humans tell of you,” you say, stumbling over your words, “the stories the students tell of you. They say you will free us if we bargain.”

“And you come,” the fae says contemptuously, “and bargain a mere bedtime tale? Stories have power, child, but I have heard so many before. You would have to pay something more than a paltry rendition of a well-worn path to return to your realm.”

“If you don’t want my stories,” you say in return, “then why?”

You blink, and the shades-of-blue creature is upon you, cupping your chin with icicle fingers. “You shift,” it says, “You are not fixed. You have a touch of us in you. Thus, you are ours.”

You squeak, and cower, and cover your eyes. You take deep breaths until the frostbite of the creature’s fingers fades. Then–your fear carrying you beyond terror and out the other side, knowing you are dead or worse than anyways, you speak.

“If you have not taken me for my stories,” you say, and pause, and swallow hard, “th-then y-you, you don’t–” You stop. Collect yourself. Attempt to speak with confidence. “You do not know of my skill. I would not tell you a mere bedtime story. It may follow a similar path as others, true, but…”

The fae tilts what passes for its head at an unnatural angle. You breathe in deep and make your bargain. “A story. A tale. If it pleases you–if it pleases an audience, mayhaps–I am to be released. Sent back to my realm. If not…” You swallow hard, knowing your next words would seal your fate. You are not willing to speak them. You hope the fae will speak for you.

It does not, of course. You close your eyes and damn yourself. “If not, I accept the fae–the touch of You I have inside me.” ‘Do with me what you will’ is not said, but you both know They will if you lose.

“Deal,” the fae says delightedly, “Begin telling.”

“If it pleases an audience,” you repeat. Perhaps a variety of opinions would be what damns you, but relying on the tastes of a single fae…if the story you have in mind displeases it, then you are lost. Better to have a security net of varying opinions.

The fae narrows eyes dark as ocean abyss and hisses. You flinch. “An audience,” you repeat anyways, “I said, if it pleases an audience.”

“You said mayhaps.”

“My stories are my talent,” you say, “if this is the last one I tell, I want it to be remembered.”

Amazingly, this works. You get your audience.

You stand in front of the fraction of a Court, wishing you could write or type the words rather than say them. You are afraid.

But you know your talents. You know your stories, you know your characters, and it is not the first time you have told this tale. If all else fails, you have the phrase ‘but there is always more to the story,’ a gimmick you can pull out to expand and continue if the fae do not like it quite as much.

If you are honest with yourself, you will probably pull out that “gimmick” anyways. You love your stories and characters too much to not expand on them. You close your eyes.

You gather your thoughts. You take a deep breath.

“This,” you begin, “is the story of Phoenix Song.”

~~~

It is nearly a year before Many-Names stumbles back into the normal world. Ce comes back somewhat confused and half-glowing, as though some internal light has given cer an aura of confidence. For all that, the glow is entirely human and largely metaphorical. Cer changling leaves as ce moves back into cer dorm, all smiles and laughter. The kind of smiles and laughter that covers deep, deep relief.

People ask how. Ce replies with a grin. “They love a good story, didn’t you know?”

Spectator attempts to get a fuller explanation, because for all their perceptiveness this has still totally blindsided them. Many-Names explains about the world ce’d spent five years in the making.

“I picked the one that I thought would appeal the most to Them,” ce explains. “Well, that and I actually had it figured out to the end.” Ce says maybe ce’ll show you cer old notes. “If they still exist, anyways,” ce adds thoughtfully, “I think I might have given the story to the F–Fair Folk. It’s a worthy trade.”

Many-Names leaves out drawings with cer ice cream and milk now. Sketches, colored with pencils, sharpie-lined, printed digital art in full color and shading. All labeled with names. They are always gone in the morning. Spectator thinks, to their great disbelief, that Many-Names has managed to create a fandom.

This is bad for cer. This is very very bad.

“They aren’t going to let you leave, you know,” they tell cer, “Not if you keep giving them content.”

Many-Names pauses in the middle of a sketch. “Well,” ce says eventually, “there’s always the internet.”

“You’re not getting it,” Spectator decides, and tells cer, “You can’t leave, Many-Names. Can’t go home. Can’t see your mom. Can’t go out and get another job. You’ll have to stay. Become a teacher, or whatever. You have to stop talking to Them.”

Many-Names considers this. “I can’t just cut off,” ce tells them, “That would be rude. I mean, they’ll forget soon enough. Or I’ll get tired of drawing stuff. But as long as we’re both interested, well, they get art, and I get these things.”

“These things,” Spectator repeats. Many-Names flicks a hand at cer windowsill. There is a bright red feather that almost glows, an image of a hammer, a glass crafted phoenix that seems to burn internally, a music box, and a crude, human-like figure.

“It’s like fanart,” ce says in a delighted tone, and Spectator gives up. They’re graduating this year, they don’t have time to pull a delusional freshman out of cer dealings with the Gentry. Ce seems happy, anyways.

~~~

And life in Elsewhere University carries on.

[x]

#thecrazygirlfromgigapause #this is the best possible ending!#stories #many-names #submission

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