#hopefully still somewhat enjoyable though

[justauthoring]

too early.

you wanted him to live a long life, even if that meant without you

a/n: whos ready for some angstttt woop woop!

tw: minor spoilers for the manga(?), death

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

“Satoru.” 

“I know.”

with barely concealed tears, you glance up at him through blurred vision. your shoulders feel heavy, and your heart hurts and Gojo knows that—of course he knows. Yet, there isn’t a single thing he can do. 

He can’t change what’s happened.

“I didn't want you here.”

And he just smiles. in that way that Gojo always has. It’s bright, despite the darkness that swallows you both, and it’s genuine as his eyes sparkle down at you. He smiles even as everything hurts, even as everything else is nothing but a cold, dark space that you’ll never leave and now, neither will he.

“But I'm here.”

Biting your lip, you step towards him.

- 

“You’re insufferable.”

“I know.”

“And annoying.”

“Yup.”

“And you never know when to shut up.”

“But…” and he pauses for effect, face in yours so you can’t look away as his bright (and unfortunately, beautiful) eyes stare back at you with a twinkle of mischief. He’s leaning to meet your height, and he’s grinning far and wide, lips stretched out as he barely contains his own enjoyment. “You love me.”

And, regrettably, you do.

Rolling your eyes, you press a hand to his cheek, pushing him away as you groan.

“As if.”

The words are a blatant lie and both of you know that.

But you’re not ready to admit yet that your feelings for your fellow classmate are anything other than platonic. You think, maybe, hopefully, he isn’t either. 

(He isn’t).

So, you’ll continue to deny it. Feign annoyance and disgust when really your heart beats madly within your chest, showing no sign of stopping anytime soon, and your cheeks burn, dusted rose across the apples of your cheeks. It’s all there, plain to see, but you plead obliviousness and Gojo does the same.

Obliging to you, he steps back, chuckling to himself.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, more to himself than anyone. “As if.”

-

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

Blinking, you turn to Gojo. “You mean when you laughed at me… to my face.”

Frowning, Gojo shakes his head; “that is not what happened.”

“That is in fact what happened,” you correct, shaking your head at him. He’s sitting in front of you, sitting the wrong way on a chair as he leans on the corner of one of the legs dangerously (and you swear he will end up falling soon). You’d been trying to catch up on some homework when Gojo had found you in the empty classroom and had promptly decided you were to occupy him for the time being. 

(Geto was out on a mission).

But, he’s brought with him some candy and even if he whined every time you did, you still proceeded to invite yourself to a couple gummies every once in a while.

So, his annoyance is forgivable.

(And really, you don’t mind, if you’re being honest.)

“I introduced myself to you, you took one look at me, called me ‘weak’ and laughed.” You explain, sending him a deadpanned look.

Gojo continues to stare back at you like you’re lying (the audacity), before he blinks, as if thinking back. The grin on his face falters somewhat as the memory resurfaces, and he blinks back at you, looking oddly apologetic.

Not a look Gojo wears very often.

“Well, I take it back.”

You’re halfway through stealing one of his gummies when you pause, hand left stretched out before you as you stare back at him.

“What?”

“You’re not weak,” he shrugs, “and I shouldn’t have laughed at you. Obviously, I’m still stronger than you,” you roll your eyes, “but I take it back.”

Raising a brow, you squint at him. “Are you trying to apologize?”

“Maybe?”

“The answer is yes or no, Gojo.”

“...Yes.”

It’s more honest than you’re expecting. If you’re being truthful, this whole conversation is not what you’d expected at all. 

But still, he’s apologizing, in his own way, and he seems to mean it. It didn’t really bother you all that much all that more–it was a long time ago and Gojo was just like that, though you’ll admit he’s lessened his smugness a little bit through the time you’ve known him. At least when he’s with you, he does, and he doesn’t make you feel like a infuriable piece of trash next to him, so, you know, he’s making the right steps. 

(All the right steps).

“Well,” you settle on eventually, grabbing your gummies. “Apology accepted.”

And really, his grin is bright enough to forget that his apology was pretty lousy.

-

“Ow.”

“It’s not my fault you got hurt.”

Pouting, you turn away from Gojo, not wanting to look at his face currently because if you have to see his smirk one more time you swear you’re going to strangle him—

“Lift your arm,” he’s calling, a hand wrapping around your wrist to guide the motion. Your lips part at the touch, hating the flutter of nerves that hits you, letting your head rest in your other hand as you listen to him, lifting your arm, and letting him move it until it’s resting on his shoulder.

You stare back at him then.

“You should’ve let me come with you.”

Huffing, you roll your eyes. “I thought you said I’m not weak.”

“You’re not,” he says plainly, pulling at your shirt to place the bandage at your side. Your cheeks warm when you realize he’s seeing skin he’s never seen before, swallowing thickly at the feeling of his fingers ghosting across sensitive skin. It’s enough to pull goosebumps, and you hope he doesn’t notice them.

(He does).

“I’m just the strongest.”

Shoulders falling, you decide to watch him. “It’s not that bad.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“That’s why I said I should find Shoko.”

“She’s not here.”

“Oh.”

(She is–Gojo wants to take care of you).

“Still,” you say after a moment, “it doesn’t hurt.”

He glares at you. “You were hissing not a minute ago.”

“That’s cause you pressed on it!” You argue, shifting in your seat as you ignore his heavy gaze. “You’re very heavy-handed, I’ll have you know. And no skill in cleaning wounds either. I swear, it hurts more now then it did before so–”

You stop rambling when you realize he’s finished patching the wound and is simply staring at you.

“So… yeah,” you finish lamely.

(You can’t think all that well when he looks at you like that).

“Don’t push yourself too hard,” he says after a moment. His voice is oddly serious in a way it rarely is with Gojo. Though, it feels like recently, Gojo sounds more worried and serious with you than he had before. 

You don’t want to think about what that could mean.

(You don’t want to get your hopes up).

“You shouldn’t go on missions where you’ll get hurt.”

“It’s my job, Gojo.” You remind, “I don’t have much of a choice.”

“You do,” he says sharply. “I’ll make it so.”

Licking your lip, you stare at the worry in his eyes. Gojo was very rarely expressive in his emotions and you’ve come to learn that he often hid the way he really felt; but sometimes it felt like you were the only one who really saw how he felt. Because he’d look at you like this, with a furrow in his brow and concern in his gaze and it’d leave you stunned.

Stunned in the way you couldn’t speak.

“Okay,” you whisper, forcing the words out because that’s what you settle on. That’s all you can settle on. “I won’t.”

-

“Gojo–!” 

His back is turned to you, shoulders tensed, his hands clenched by his sides. Whatever you’d been about to say dies on the tip of your tongue because what do you say?

How could you ever say something that would be enough to fix what’s happened?

But still, you want to try. You can’t just leave it alone. Not after what had happened. You couldn’t even begin to think how he must be feeling, the confusion and hurt and rage that must be flooding through him.

And if you could in any way soothe that, you had to try.

(Little did you know, you’d done just that the second you’d called for him).

“I’m…” You hesitate, stepping towards him with a hand stretched out uselessly before him. Even if you wanted to touch him, you couldn’t–not with his infinity… “I’m so sorry.”

Gojo stays still. The slight rise and fall of his shoulders as he takes even shallow breaths is the only inclination that he’s alive and breathing and listening.

“I heard about… about Geto–I was called away on a mission so I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier,” you explain, your words rambling as you try to sort through the chaos of thoughts in your mind. You’d never had to comfort Gojo before–did he even want to be comforted? Did he want to be comforted by you?

You doubted it.

(He did).

“I’m so sorry.”

And you truly are even if the words mean nothing to him. Even if he doesn’t care that you’re sorry. 

You still are.

You blink, eyes falling to your feet, and you’re starting to think you should just leave. Gojo clearly didn’t want you there or to hear you ramble, and it was silly of you to think that you of all people would be able to help someone like him. 

Then, there are arms wrapping around your shoulders and you’re pressed flush against a strong chest.

“Gojo–” 

He just shakes his head, holding you tighter and understanding, you close your mouth, letting the words you’d been about to say die out. 

Because Gojo didn’t want you to speak and he surely didn’t want to either. It was easier to be silent but better to be silent with you. You made it all a little more bearable and if he was honest with himself, you always had.

He just hadn’t known how much until now.

So, instead, you let yourself ease, moving to wrap your arms around him in return, and his head is moving to cradle into the crook of your neck, his nose pressed against the skin as he lets out the faintest, softest, shuddering breath.

You move to press a hand against the back of his head, and squeeze in the hopes it helps even just a little (—it does and more).

-

“Can I just–fuck it.”

Before you can even realize, his lips are pressed against your own.

Warm, soft lips against yours, his hands finding purchase on your waist as you tense at the contact, stunned, your brain lagging as you try to process what’s happening. A second ago Gojo had been chatting your ear off as normal, the two of you alone in your dorm as you often found yourselves now, because Shoko rarely had time now because of her role in Jujutsu High and Geto… well, Geto just wasn’t there.

Gojo was busy too. Really busy. And you were too. Maybe not as much, but in your own way. 

Gojo made sure any free time he did have was spent with you though. You return the sentiment with ease.

It felt natural, after all.

And yeah, maybe you’d admit the two of you had been dancing around these feelings for a long time. You can’t count on both hands the amount of times Shoko has begged you to just kiss the man already if you were going to make love eyes at him all the time (her words).

There were other instances too, but they were too painful to remember.

You’d known for a long time the way you felt about Gojo, but you didn’t want to mess up what the two of you had. And that had been at first, before it had developed into this comraderie you only could find in him—and you definitely didn’t wanna mess that up by letting your emotions get in the way. So, you just… didn’t. It was comfortable, this bond the two of you had developed and the idea of losing that was too heartbreaking.

Chances were scary when it could destroy everything.

So you didn’t take any.

(Gojo was tired of not taking any).

He’s pulling back before you can move, slightly breathless as he smiles faintly down at you. “The point is to kiss me back, you know.”

And you blink, once, twice, before his words register and you gape up at him.

“I-I–!” You can’t find the words, feeling like your mind is short-circuiting as you stare up at him. Because it was so like him to be so smug when he’d just kissed you without confirming how you felt in return. It was so like him to just know that you were completely and wholeheartedly in love with him. 

(Probably because he was too).

His hands are still on your waist and he’s close, more close than he’s ever been. You can feel his breath against your cheeks, and you’re sure you’re bright red, but you don’t want to pull away and you desperately want him to kiss you back.

Reaching forward, you decide Gojo’s words are all too fitting and to fuck it—you tug at his shirt, leaning to meet his lips.

He chuckles as you do, laugh warm and husky and it makes your knees feel weak as your lips meet his once more, eyes fluttering shut.

(It was, truly, everything you’d ever dreamed about).

And as you both pull away once more, breathless, he leans his forehead against your own and you run your fingers through the hairs on the back of his neck, laughing lightly. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” you confess, turning to glance up at him.

Gojo grins; “me too.”

“So we were waiting for nothing?”

He shrugs; “guess so. But it doesn’t matter now.”

Your brows furrow, shaking your head as he shuffles closer, squeezing your hips.

“Because now I can kiss you whenever I want.”

-

“I’m gonna go speak to that Megumi kid tomorrow.”

Pausing at Gojo’s words, you close the book you’d been reading, shifting on the bed next to him to face him better. He’s already looking at you, tired eyes focused on your own as you nod at him. “Okay.”

“Just okay?” He asks, as if almost hesitantly. “I could end up with a kid depending on what he says.”

You nod. “I know.”

Gojo seems puzzled, head tilting as he leans over to his side rather than his back. His hand falls on your arm, grip gentle. “You’re okay with that?”

“I am,” you answer. “I want you to do what you think is right.”

“Even if it means bringing a random kid home?”

Snorting, you nod again. “Yes, Satoru. Even if it means bringing a kid home.”

“We’d have to… raise him,” he explains, the words sharp and uncomfortable on his tongue. “Or, at least, pay for him to live. Something like that.”

You laugh, reaching forward to cup his cheek. “Whatever you decide, I’m okay with.”

Gojo still seems skeptical. He eyes you like he’s sure there’s some hidden meaning behind your words or worried you might change your mind suddenly. 

(You’d decided long ago you’d follow him to the ends of the earth if that’s what he decided). 

“...You’re sure?”

Smiling, you hum; “yes.” 

“Okay…” He says slowly, eyes flickering back to you once more just to make sure.

You just giggle, leaning into him and letting your head rest on his shoulder. 

“Remember I have that mission tomorrow, too,” you remind him. “Whatever you decide, I’m okay with it but I won’t be there to help you until I come back from the mission. So, you’d be on your own with him for a while.”

Gojo guffaws next to you; “you’re acting like I’ve already decided.”

You raise a brow, glancing up at him through your lashes; “haven’t you?”

Frowning, Gojo squints down at you. “Maybe…”

Shaking your head, you just laugh. “I look forward to meeting him.”

“...Me too.” Gojo agrees, “if he wants to come.”

“He will,” you shrug. “I’m sure.”

Gojo doubts your certainty, but he doesn’t argue against it either. Instead, he shifts to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer against his side. You’ve got an early mission tomorrow, after all, and he doesn’t want to waste every last second he has with you until he’s torn apart from you for a whole weekend.

(Truly, the worst hell those higher up can subject him to).

You feel the same, of course. So you lean into him with ease, relishing in the feeling of his warmth and familiarity.

Thinking to yourself that your whole world will be different when you return—you and Gojo and a… kid.

(It’s crazy, but you still love the idea of it).

-

You don’t come home after that mission, though.

You don’t come home ever again.

And you don’t see Gojo until ten years later.

-

Setting your hands against his cheeks, you frown. 

“I wanted you to live a long life.”

Gojo shakes his head. “Wasn’t worth living without you.”

You sniffle, swallowing back the tears that just continue to fall relentlessly. It was wonderful to have Gojo in your arms once more, but… but you’d wanted him to live forever… raising the new generation of Jujutsu Sorcerers and protecting them. Live a life, even if it meant without you.

You’d been content just watching.

But he was here now, regardless, and it would be silly to deny the fact that a part of you was happy to have him with you once more even if it broke your heart all the same.

“I missed you,” Gojo whispers against the top of your head, pulling you close into a hug. He holds tight and long, savoring the fact that he can have you in his arms once again after years of being forced to live without you. “I missed you so much.”

“Me too,” you agree, pressing your face into his chest and breathing in his familiar scent. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it home.”

Gojo just shakes his head, a hand pressing to the back of yours.

“It’s okay,” he assures, “because I have you now.”

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[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

so I saw your requests are open. It seems that Astarion believes- at least in the beginning- that his purpose is to give pleasure. He does it to survive, he does it to gain Tavs trust and affection... what if Tav takes it upon herself to pleasure him. I HC Astarion is more dominant as he regains his autonomy, after centuries of having no say or control hiw would he react to Tav gently kissing him, asking him to let her make him feel good for a change. He's spent all this time giving, he deserves to receive for once. Expecting nothing in return.

Yaaas, let's go. I think I may have made this a lil fluffier than what you had in mind but hopefully it works! Playful/Sweet Tav! This is set before he admits his feelings but still in act 2 so he's like close!

TW: They bang and it's graphic under the cut with some mentions of his backstory, which is fucked up. But yeah, sexing is occurring. 18+ That's it. Pretty sweet outside of his backstory.

~

Astarion was aware the sex could be enjoyable, despite the centuries of the act being used against him. There had been glimmers of genuine pleasure through it all, mostly poisoned by the knowledge of what happened to all of his conquests when the job was finished after, but still. They were there.

Enough for Astarion to be somewhat prepared for the loveliness of being with you. When he had made the choice to seduce you, he had done it assuming that sex would be mediocre at best, and unpleasant at worst.

But no. Instead it just felt... wonderful. A word that Astarion was not used to associating with the deed. Though he supposed it made sense. He did like you after all, even outside of the protection he could get out of you. You were intelligent enough to make for good conversation; you were fun, mischievous even. Enough to match up with his own bitchy little quips. But you were also... sweet. Caring even, though it seemed you had a habit of giving that care to the least deserving mortals in the realm.

Not that that was a bad thing. He had been more than ready to use that kind nature against. It was so easy to worm his way into your heart. And the sex was good? Astarion's luck was almost certainly on the edge of running out, but he'd happily take advantage of the streak while he could.

You were just... so submissive. So ready for him to take the lead. Astarion had developed many personas in bed over the centuries, cultivating them for whatever situation he may need. But they were always tools, it had little or nothing to do with what he wanted. Just what he could use to lure them back to their deaths.

In all honesty, he had tried to do the exact same with you, and he would have too if he hadn't lost control on that first night. But then you had to bare your neck to him, the siren song of your blood screaming at him to bite. And then he just... lost control.

Was it the best sex of Astarion's life? Yes. Was he about to tell you that? No.

And it kept being good. Even on the nights he didn't drink from you, he liked it. Borderline loved it, if he was emotionally capable of associating that word with you. And he wanted to enjoy it while he could. He knew deep down that this was temporary, for more reasons than one. Soon enough he simply wouldn't need you anymore. After you defeated the demon for Raphael, Astarion would have some idea of Cazador's plans, and maybe enough to figure out a way to secure his freedom for good. And unless you planned on killing the man yourself, he... wouldn't have any reason to keep the facade going. Not to mention the obvious fact that you could wake up from your lust-induced stupor and break things off at any moment. Astarion wasn't looking forward to either outcome. But how else would this end? It's not like the two of you could set off into the sunset together, like some inane fairytale.

... right?

Astarion wasn't quite sure anymore. And he certainly wasn't going to figure it out any time soon. It was easier just to push the whole thing out of his mind. Especially now, when the two of you finally had a private room at the Last Light Inn, thank the gods. One more night of calm before they rushed into a temple full of horrors.

It was hard to hide his excitement as he pushed you onto the bed, his fangs already sharpening in anticipation. He wanted you to be marked head to toe by the end of the night, bites, bruises, anything and everything to remind you that you were his.

At least for tonight.

"Wait, wait!" You laughed as Astarion crawled over you, wasting no time in trying to claw your clothes off.

But the ask was enough to make him pause, a flash of worry running through his when he asked, "What's wrong? Did I- are you okay?"

You shook your head at him with a smile, your legs suddenly wrapping tightly around his waist "Nothing sweetheart, I'm fine. But..."

The next thing Astarion knew you were always flipping him over, so fast that he couldn't help but be impressed. He always underestimated just how strong you were. You grinned down at him as you sat atop his thighs, your hands rubbing over his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt, "But I think it's my turn to spoil you for a change."

Astarion furrowed his brow, sincerely confused for a moment. And maybe even a little self-conscious, "Why? I mean-do you not like how-"

"You're very good darling," You gently interrupted with a laugh, your hands already working to pull his shirt over his head, laughed as you sat atop his thighs, doing the work to unbutton his shirt, "Best I've ever had, sincerely. But don't you think that things have been a bit one-sided?"

He hadn't, not for a moment, but he sure as hells wasn't going to complain. Not when he had a gorgeous woman on top of him, one who was already doing the work of taking his cock out.

"Let me take care of you for once," You murmured as you started to stroke his length, pre-come already dribbling at the tip, "Anything you want is yours tonight. Just say the word."

Astarion blinked up at you, momentarily at a loss before regaining his usual confidence. Or at least some of it, "Taking your clothes off would be a fantastic start."

You laughed as you did just that, light and airy while you tore your shirt over your head. Astarion didn't waste any time in surging forward, latching his mouth around your nipple with a groan.

He wrapped his arms around your bare back, pulling you closer as you moaned.

"I'm supposed to be pleasing you," You panted as you slipped your skirt down your thighs, tossing it to the side as he suckled on your chest, "Remember?"

"Pleasing you pleases me," Astarion popped off with a chuckle, looking up at you with dark eyes, "Lovely thing that you are."

You softly smiled down at him before pressing a tender kiss to his lips. And then you were squirming away from him. Ducking out of his arms and lap.

He just hadn't expected you to sink to your knees in front of the bed. You rubbed at his thighs, so close to him that he could feel the heat of your breath against his length.

"Can I?" You asked coyly, the question sweet enough to make him shiver. He would never get tired of that, you always asking for permission for the smallest little things.

Astarion sat up with a smile and a nod, tangling his fingers in your hair as he said, "Of course my sweet, go right ahead."

And off you went. You wrapped your lips around the head, suckling on it like the little minx you were. You looked beautiful down there, your hair in disarray as you swallowed around his cock; more than happy to let him take the lead and force your head to take him fully down your throat.

You were drooling around him, staring up at him with your big wet eyes as you worked your tongue around him. It felt wonderful, amazing even. But it wasn't enough. As lovely as your throat was, it was only his second favorite place to store his cock.

"Get up here my love," Astarion ordered, his voice rough and his mind too preoccupied to notice his own slip. He tightened the hand in your hair, easing you off of his cock with a groan, "As wonderful as your mouth is, I want to be inside you."

You grinned up at him before gracefully standing, your breasts on full display, pretty enough to make Astarion's mouth water. You pushed him back first onto the bed before crawling over him again, the heat of your wet cunt so close to his sensitive cock. You gripped the base of it before rubbing the head over your folds, whimpering as you used him to circle your own clit.

It felt amazing, and it looked even better. But Astarion was nearly out of patience. He gripped your hips, his nails just on the edge of piercing your skin as he growled at you, "Are you trying to kill me darling?"

"Just the opposite," You breathily laughed as you finally started to sink down onto his cock, brokenly moaning all the while, "J-Just want to make you feel good."

You were so wet, tight and perfect around him. And the noises you were making, all of your little whimpers and whines. They would be haunting his dreams for years to come. But it still wasn't enough. Despite how lovely it was to have you bouncing in his lap, he couldn't help but thrust up inside of you, matching your movements in tandem.

You gasped as he really started to fuck into you, hard and deep enough to bring tears to your eyes. You were clutching at his chest, hard enough to make him bleed. Not that he cared. How could he when he had you like this? Desperate and needy as you pussy leaked slick onto him, so soaked that Astarion knew that you had to be close.

It had been a long instilled habit of Astarion to be sure his partner always reached their peak first. It was nearly ingrained in his DNA at this point, a pattern that he had no intention of breaking anytime soon.

But then you were leaning in to kiss him, something that shouldn't have caught him off guard, yet it did.

The press of your lips to his felt so soft, so sweet, nothing like the way he was savagely fucking into you. It was gentle, loving even. And before Astarion knew it he was coming, his end abrupt and explosive. It felt like fireworks bursting behind his eyes; he barely even had the wherewithal to move his hand to rub at your clit. But he managed, and soon enough you were crying out above him, your pussy clenching hard around his still leaking cock.

You were still kissing him in that same tender way, softly licking into his mouth as warmth overtook him. He felt... good. Too good even. Enough so where he barely knew what to do with himself.

You pulled away first, but you didn't go far. Thank the gods, Astarion wasn't... he didn't know if he could handle being apart from you at the moment. You rested your forehead against his, smiling down at him with a smitten look, one that made his heart clench.

"Did you like that?" You asked softly, wincing slightly as you pulled off of his cock, "Because I sure did."

I love you.

The thought came sudden and unbidden, screaming into the front of his mind without his consent. He didn't-he wasn't-why had that come into his head at all?

Astarion tried to stomp the wayward thought down as he gave you a strained smile.

"I loved it," He answered sincerely, the truth of his feelings far too close to the truth of his idiotic heart, "I-thank you darling. You really are amazing, aren't you?"

"Such a charmer," You sighed as you laid down next to him, reaching out to tangle your fingers together, "I really never stood a chance against you, did I?"

That was almost enough to make Astarion break out in hysterical laughter.

But instead he squeezed your hand, his eyes turned to the ceiling while a conflicted smile graced his face, "No. You never did."

He could only hope that continued to be true.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #asks #four more to go!!!!!!!!!! #is this a sad ending? #I don't think so #unknown #nervous little guy #queued post

[withlovelunette]

How to create “complex” characters

– Introduction

I wanted to make a post about creating complex and multifaceted characters, since character creation is something I'm very passionate about from both a craft and storytelling perspective. Specifically, I remember I had this tendency to apply flaws as an afterthought to my characters in hopes of making them balanced and seem more complex, and this could often make the characters feel a bit artificial to me. I'm obviously not any sort of authority figure on the subject, but I do have one tip that really simplified the process of making characters more intricate, and I wanted to share it! This is probably more helpful for people who might still be at the very beginning of their writing journey, but hopefully others can get something out of this as well! It's a bit lengthy, but I hope it's somewhat enjoyable to read ^^; Enjoy!

For a bit of background, back in the early internet days, there was this trend of judging various OCs on youtube, deviant art, etc. where people would essentially evaluate your character and determine whether or not a character was well written. During this time, the term "Mary Sue" would get thrown around a lot (which is a whole can of worms I won't be touching on here). For simplicity though, Mary Sue generally means a character who's "perfect" (again, heavy oversimplification here). To counter this, people began creating these lists of character traits where they'd list off a character's good and bad traits, and people who didn't have equal amounts in each category would often be scrutinised for it.

And I see this advice all the time. If you want complex characters, people will usually tell you to just throw on a bunch of flaws, but I think this can be a bit misleading, because most traits exist on a spectrum, and aren't a perfect dichotomy of good and bad.

Thinking of character traits as neutral

My biggest advice is honestly to just think of all character traits as neutral. Because what really is a character flaw? A flaw is a very ambiguous and subjective term after all. What might be considered a flaw in one character could be considered another character's greatest attribute, and vice versa. Functionally, a character flaw should be a trait that creates conflict within the context of the story. Any trait a person has could be good or bad, it just depends on how it shows up in practice and how it's applied in daily life. It might be tempting to think that certain traits are inherently good or bad, but again, flaws aren't really about good or bad. They're about conflict and tension, and just about any trait can work to a character's detriment or in their favour.

I'm going to list off two examples of hypothetical characters below; one who most would consider to have a lot of "good" character traits, and one that would be considered to have "bad" character traits. Then I'll show you how you can easily flip those traits to create nuance. (And again, I really don't think good or bad are relevant terms here, but it's just to exemplify what I mean more easily!)

The "Good" Character

This character is empathetic, creative and incredibly supportive of others. They always do the right thing, and are a very responsible individual. They're approachable and friendly, funny, and generally enjoyable to be around.

The "Bad" Character

This character is cunning, manipulative, and don't care if their words hurt other people's feelings. They're largely apathetic and unreceptive, don't care about rules, and don't go out of their way to get to know people.

Their flaws & how it can affect the story

For the "good" character, you can look at what the downsides of empathy can be; very reactive emotionally, perhaps even a bit emotionally impulsive. Maybe they have a difficult time recognising their own needs, especially since supportive is also a trait listed above. Maybe they even use this empathy to figure out other people's needs and use it to their own benefit. Someone who's creative can often have a difficult time committing to their passions and ideas because there's always something new. Maybe they feel out of place or easily stifled by rules, but because they always want to do the right thing, they're hesitant in outright breaking rules and social norms. If they use their empathy and approachability to manipulate, perhaps this is their way of subtly regaining a sense of control because they're too afraid to explicitly go after what they want in life. Maybe they care a lot about how they're perceived, etc. Or maybe they really are a compassionate and kind person, but they're often a doormat to others because they don't know how to set boundaries or even how to recognise what they want. Maybe they don't trust their own judgment because they're so used to doing the right thing "just because it's the right thing to do", and don't actually reflect on their actions beyond that. There's a lot you can do with these traits!

For the "bad" character, which might seem a bit more tricky at first, the easiest way to figure out what the nuance of "bad" traits can be is to break down the why. Maybe this character became cunning because they've had to think long term a lot. They're good at waging the odds, they're good at reading the room, they're good at putting things together and seeing how the dominos will fall. Maybe they're even the person responsible for setting up the dominos, because they don't trust anyone else to make sure that there's a desirable outcome. If they're manipulative then it likely means that they're good at reading people, and they must know how to appeal to other people to some degree, otherwise they wouldn't really be able to manipulate anyone. They're likely used to having to look out for themselves, and they might even be good at spotting their own kind and knowing just when to avoid them. They don't care much for rules so they might not be as harsh in judging others, maybe they even have an easier time getting along with people who dare to defy social norms. Maybe they're even supportive of other people breaking the rules, because why the hell not?

Creating nuance

If you look at the two characters above, you'll quickly realise that they could hypothetical be the same character, because... They are. The "good" character is the "bad" character when they were younger. The "bad" character is the "good" character's future. An empathetic character can easily turn that empathy and their social skills into cunning manipulation. A character who previously felt stifled by the rules might choose to defy them. A character who got sick of caring how others perceive and judge them might choose to stop caring about what others think, and might even go out of their way to seem off-putting and un-approachable, because they refuse to ever allow themselves to care about others and be treated like a doormat again.

Or you can treat them as two separate characters that function as foils to one another. They both overlap in a lot of traits despite it not seeming so at first glance. My point is, I find that if you treat all traits as neutral, you don't really have to manually "add" flaws. Most traits have both upsides and downsides, and which side of those traits create conflict in the story is often what determines whether something is a flaw or not.

– Outro

Sorry for the lengthy and possibly rambly post, I just thought it might be advice worth sharing as it's something that really helped me flesh out my own characters more when I was still very new! Plus, as mentioned before, character creation and analysis is one of my favourite aspects of storytelling, and I'm also very passionate about psychology and philosophy and such. And again, this is all in good fun and 100% not a rule on how to write characters! There's exceptions to everything and everyone's process is different, and while this advice might be helpful to some, it might not be helpful whatsoever to others, and that's completely fine!

I'd love to make more posts on topics like this in the future if people enjoy it, or if anyone has any specific requests on anything! :,)

#writeblr #writing advice #writing tips #writing craft #original post

[rhythmwriterrr]

🚦Traffliclight Trio Shenanigans

Fandom : LEGO Monkie Kid Characters : Red Son, MK, Mei

➥ CW/TW : Implied Spicynoodles/Implied Dragonfruit/Implied Chimera(?)

Hidden Enjoyment ? ➠ Red Son dealing with two people who people on the 'hero's side' isn't usually like him. He doesn't show it much but he can't help find hidden enjoyment in their presence. It's somewhat a comforting feeling. When Mei teases him for being a hero though, he disagrees but tolerates it for them.

Texting !! ➠ Mei and MK having Red Son in a group chat with them is somewhat entertaining. Doing stims and Red Son is often confused about it, so they both have to explain it to him in a way he can understand. In which, he does understand it and after sometime he starts to do it as well. To add on, Red Son probably does some proper form of texting, using full words and sentences. MK and Mei however, probably started texting with both semi-full sentences, shortcuts and tag tones. After some time though, they quickly understood each other even if the text is full of key smashing.

Physical Affection !! ➠ MK and Mei hug and have that good buddy buddy affection they aren't afraid to do in public. Red Son occasionally does the arm touches with both of them and small acts of affection, but doesn't do it often in public. In worry of what his parents or other people would think of the Demon Bull King's son. In private though, MK and Mei assure him that it's okay to show physical affection. He likes the reassuring affection, he doesn't ask for it of the other two, but discreetly asks for it if he's desperate enough.

Warmth !! ➠ In cold weather, MK likes to huddle up between Mei and Red Son. Both having Pyrokinesis, they aren't affected much to the cold. Well Mei at least- because it wasn't too long ago that she had Pyrokinesis.

Partners in Crime !? ➠ Red Son holding both MK and Mei's hands like, "This is my boyfriend. This is my girlfriend."

Protection !!! ➠ These three are considerably protective over each other. Being able to react quickly and take action, no matter the threat. Or if something startles them. Like, a bug. To add on, Red Son is probably the one to consider protecting the other two the most because he is an Demon born with Immortality. Often trying his best to remind the other two that they are mortals, who unfortunately who can succumb to sickness, injuries and death... While MK isn't and does not have Invincibility like he use to, he and Mei are both mortals still with powerful abilities with skills they would still need to learn more in the future.

Combat !! ➠ The trio is noticeably experienced in combat in and with their own skillsets. They all have speed... Red Son probably having the most experience, he is skilled in close combat usually using just his fists to throw calculated hits and punches, and often dodging if he's able to. He also uses his pyrokinesis to aid himself in close combat. MK is able to use his Golden Staff for close combat, and sometimes long ranged combat(via controlling the size of it.) When he did not have his Golden Staff, he is able to do close combat to an extent. Even wrestling if it counts. Mei has her swordsmanship, being any to wield the Dragon Blade at ease. Making her a skilled sword fighter. She also possesses the abilities of Dracokinesis and Pyrokinesis, being able to use draconic energy and control fire to her will. TLDR !! - If they are coordinated enough, they should be able to fight alongside together. Hopefully in sync enough their abilities aren't able to collide with one another.

#rhythmwriter speaks #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk mei #lmk red son #lmk mk #lmk traffic light trio #traffic light trio #ship implied #lmk spicynoodles #lmk dragonfruit #lmk chimera #partial platonic / partial romantic #fluff

[hyuckswonderland]

Lethal Company

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Where Ricky is trying to do his job of scaring off the intruders and Gyuvin "accidentally" interrupts that.

Ler!Gyuvin

Lee!Ricky

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AN: For those of you who aren't apart of the video game community and aren't aware of the game Lethal Company, for some context it's basically a fun survival horror game where you go to different moons and go into a building looking for different materials to then sell to reach a quota for your job. Each mean has it's own difficulty with different monsters. (I think it can still be enjoyable regardless if you know about the game or not!)

Each member is assigned a different creature

Jiwoong - Bracken

Hao - Ghost girl

Hanbin - Nutcracker

Matthew - Jester

Taerae - Coil Head

Ricky - Masked

Gyuvin - Hoarding bug

Gunwook - Eyeless dog

Yujin - Snare Flea

Hope you enjoy!

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Sometimes the different creatures that lived in the facility didn’t always get along. One thing they could agree on though is that they didn’t take lightly to people invading their home, their moon. Ricky especially was one of those creatures. There were others, such as Gyuvin who weren’t as protective of it so to speak. Then there were others like Hao, who were like him. The only two who could go in and out of the facility without getting caught easily. It was a risk to be out for the others unless it was night and they were alone. Or alternatively, Gunwook or Jingxiang who lived in the outside terrain of the moon.

They all worked together for the most part to scare the intruders off, at least somewhat. Those intruders had come back to their home, seeking items that belonged to them just to sell them off. The intruders were always easy to spot, if you didn’t hear their loud spacecraft land then you would easily hear how loud they were as they entered inside their home. Loud talking as they ran around, searching for their things. 

Ricky kept an eye on them, out of sight, observing their behaviors and mannerisms. What differentiated a specific person from the other. That was probably the most interesting thing about the intruders, their behaviors and how he could replicate them. All it would take is for one to be separated from the rest and he could take action. He just had to wait for one of the others to do their thing, stray an intruder from its path. 

Thanks to Jiwoong, that exactly happened. The bracken scaring one of the intruders, the poor thing stared in his eyes a little too long and was now being dragged off to his hyung’s favorite spot. His room, one which was sound proof. Nobody would hear the shrieks of laughter. This was Ricky’s chance to sneak his way in, shifting to make himself look like the intruder that was taken away, mimicking his voice perfectly.

He walked up to the group, carrying a thing of perfume in hand to seem less suspicious. “Have you seen anything strange yet?” Intruder #1 spoke, looking directly at him. Ricky shook his head “Nothing yet, I haven’t gone too far yet though. Hopefully the monsters aren’t awake yet.” Intruder #1 nodded then started heading to the left with Intruder #2 following closely behind. That left him and Intruder #3 to continue on together. “Think we’ll be fine?” he asked the other.

“As fine as we can be in this place, better than getting fired though eh?” So far he seemed to have fooled all three, the longer he stuck around the harder his job would become though. “Definitely,” he responded, “hey is that a gold bar?” Ricky pointed to a shelf. There at the top shone a gold bar, peaking out of a high up box.

“Oh yeah it is, grab it and I’ll keep going forward” Intruder #3 instructed, Ricky listened, reaching up to grab the heavy metal. He would just grab this, catch up, and start his plan of tickling the intruder to tears. To Ricky’s surprise next to the gold bar was a lovely bracelet. He slipped it on so that it would be easier to carry.

In the other room he could hear footsteps, they couldn’t belong to Intruder #3 though, he went forward, not behind him. The Mimic turned around, it must be one of the fellow residents, before he knew it there at the door was Gyuvin. “Oh hey-” He was hoisted over the boy’s shoulder as he sprinted away, screaming a loud “YIPPEEE” 

“Hey- WAiT-” Ricky tried to get out but it was hard as the other soared with quick speeds. It wasn’t until he placed down at Gyuvin’s stash of items that he realized the other thought he was an Intruder. “Wait hold on-” 

Gyuvin just grinned widely and squeezed at Ricky’s sides rapidly, giggling manically while doing so. “You have shiny things, gimme gimme gimme!”

The mimic let out a loud squeal, trying to grab at the hoarder’s hands to push them away. It was rather difficult at the fast speed he was going at. Opting to shield the spot instead, wrapping his arms around himself as he giggled loudly. “IHihiHIhiHILL LOhoHohOHOOk SUhUHuhUHuSpiCioUhuHuhUS” 

Despite the fact that would be a clear hint to anyone that Ricky was in fact not an intruder, Gyuvin continued, lifting up Ricky’s shirt slightly and raspberrying all over his lower tummy. “Cmooon just gimme the shiny things and stay here with meeee!” Instead of squeezing he moved to squeeze at Ricky’s underarms, occasionally drilling into the center while vibrating his fingers.

All the mimic could do was cackle, letting out loud snorts in between his laughter “NOHoHOHOHO BRAHAHAHAHAT- IHIHIHIHITS MEHEHEHEHEE” He tried to get out in between. Gyuvin seemed confused, easily shrugging it off and nibbling right above his tummybutton. “Who is me silly? 

“RIHIhIHIHICKY”

An expression of realization formed on the hoarder’s face, despite that he still continued. “Ok then give me my shinies already! I want them and you have them now gimme!” Ricky shook his head “IHIHIHI NEHEHEHEED THEHEHEHEM” He kicked at Gyuvin’s leg lightly, trying to escape. 

Gyuvin only grinned, giggling along with him, raspberrying all over Ricky’s tummy continuously while drilling into his lower back. Occasionally pinching along his spine for extra effect. “Kitchi kitchi koo! Who’s a ticklish little thing~ all you have to do is give me the shinies and you’re free to go!” 

Mimic held onto the gold bar tightly, trying to keep it in his grasp as he hiccuped, squirming back and forth between the two different tickles. “DOHOHOHO YOHOHOHOU WAHAHANT MEHEHE TOHOHOHO GEHEHET CAHAHAHAUGHT?” 

The taller chuckled and stuck his tongue out playfully before squeezing the sides of his back. “Hmmmmm maybe! Who knows! I just want my shinies! It’s reaaaaally simple actually! Maybe you want to get caught~” 

All Ricky could do was squirm, fighting back wasn’t an option right now, so he had to give up the gold bar. “FIHIHIHINE HEHEHEHERE-” He let go of the gold bar, letting it roll onto the ground “HAHAHAHAPPY AHAHAHASSHOHOHOLE?” 

“Nope! I want the pretty bracelet and perfume too!” If Mimic could, he would strangle this brat right now. “AHAHAHARE YOHOHOHOU KIHIHIHIDDING MEHEHE?” There was still no escape yet. He tried to hold out, really really did, but it wasn’t easy with how relentless Gyuviin was going at it. Nuzzling his face in Ricky’s neck, nibbling precisely “Om nom nom nom~” 

Ricky let out a shriek, scrunching up as his laughter began to die down until becoming silent “NOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR-” He hiccuped in between the silent laughter, dropping the perfume and throwing the bracelet off to the other side of the room.

With that Gyuvin let up, chasing after the bracelet then bringing it back to the pile of belongings that once were in Ricky’s arms. Now that he was free, he curled up into a ball, rubbing away the excess tingles that lingered. “YOhohohOu BIHihIhiTCh” He transformed to look like his normal self.

The hoarder looked down at the shapeshifter, grabbing him and hugging him “You know the rules, I get all shiny things or you get tickled! It’s a simple rule you should know by now!” 

“Yeheah yeheheah you hyperactive hoarder.” 

It seemed the other intruders heard him and made a run for it back to their ship because besides their talking the building was back to being silent. “At least they're gone…”

“Oh yeah look what I got from one of them” Gyuvin grinned as he grabbed a flashlight from his pocket, flicking it on and off “Gave it to me for free! Didn’t even have to attack them. What silly little creatures.”

#zb1 tickle #kpop tickle #tickle fic #ler!gyuvin #lee!ricky

[nikkeisimmer]

Sunset Valley - End of Days

Chapter Two - "Unlucky Survivors" - Part II

River’s Journal – December 31st, 1989 - January 6th, 1990

Greg was busy playing with his Imaginary friend. He loved that doll, it seemed. Masaharu told me that one of the potions that he’d created was something that he had no idea what it did. He’d drunk one himself just to see what it did, but it did nothing – it was a gold-colored fluid and we had no idea what it was supposed to do. Hopefully Masaharu would be OK. He said he hadn’t suffered any ill-effects from it at any rate. It probably would be best if he didn’t do that again.

Bebe, taking matters into her own hands knowing that Holly was lonely - there wasn’t anyone her age to pair up with. So using the science station, Bebe asked Masaharu to donate some of his genetic code so that she could make a clone of him. Masaharu, I don’t know if he really put much thought into this, but he readily agreed. I’m not sure I would have wanted another clone of Haruo wandering around with someone else. But Bebe...well, she is a bird of another feather

Unfortunately, that particular science station cloning experiment failed and it seemed as though that was going to be a dead-end. However Clarissa got in on the act and decided that she would make a clone drone potion which Bebe, once she got that in her hot little hands, handed over to Masaharu who used it on himself. After the nice dark cloud that enveloped him dissipated, there was a young man who stood beside Masaharu that was practically for all intents and purposes the exact duplicate of him. He was a strapping young man who bore a striking resemblance to Masaharu. Masaharu named him Torahide. Torahide would probably get himself a haircut to differentiate himself from Masaharu, but for now...he was going to take time to get to know Holly.

Because we were in this bunker and unable to go out a lot of us were going stir-crazy including the plumbots. Felix bided his time by breaking space-rocks. So could my fiancé but the likelihood of him breaking his hand was probably on the order of six times as likely as Felix. Felix has a metal hand so the worst he could get is a severe dent which he could use a ball-pen hammer to iron out – my fiancé would probably end up with all the bones in his hand shattered which now with no medical help, would require an amputation of the hand because there would be no way to put the pieces back together. I tried to keep from laughing as the last time I saw we had roughly about four or five gemstones.

Now we have almost one hundred. And Felix is still going at it.

Thank goodness for things to do in this bunker. Torahide gravitated towards the sculpting station and was making immediate strides in creating sculptures in clay. Currently he was working on an alluring, at least to males – it did nothing for me other than to remark on what a nice sculpture it was, sculpture of a woman in Greek robes holding a bowl. Masaharu commented that he hoped that Torahide could make one of those in stone one of these days. Hopefully Bebe didn’t hear that.

My fiancé was taking the opportunity to teach himself how to play the violin. Unfortunately at this current point it was sounding like a cat was getting tortured. It would be a while before he worked his way up to it sounding like Haifetz playing the J.S. Bach Partita in B minor as my classical snob (~aside – oh I’m sorry, baroque snob...BWV 1002, II. Double, good heavens!) likes to state. With that and the fact that he had a gorgeous concert grand piano (9 footer) in the living area, we were somewhat able to take some enjoyment out of being cooped up in the bunker. To assuage his love of music, he also had a harpsichord and a organ...don’t know how he managed to fit that in there but evidently the pipes were encased within the interior walls of the bunker...with sections of wall having grates to allow the sound to somewhat escape. If it means that he won’t go bats-in-the-belfry, I’m all for it. Luckily he has not expressed a penchant to play Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor – that piece is scary enough as it is and especially considering the situation we’re in, I’m not sure I want to hear that piece again. Phil on the other hand was making friends with the younger family members. That presumably was his childish trait kicking in. He had brought plenty of comics, manga and anime to watch on TV, which luckily were not affected by the nuclear blast’s electromagnetic pulse (EMP). So he would sit for a couple of hours and watch Jem and the Holograms, Transformers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or GI Joe.

“Sandi...did you see the last episode of the Ninja Turtles?”

“No...Uncle Phil...you’re weird...I don’t watch that stuff.”

Mornings were a bit awkward. When we were in high-school, I was a high-school senior and...

Parker Langerak was a junior, which meant that I was in my graduation year and had committed to Haruo and going steady with him when Parker started expressing interest in me. I’ve had to discourage him quite emphatically from pursuing his interest in me. And well, now we were all stuck in this bunker together.

But what he realizes is that this bunker is his survival as it is with all of us. We all have to work together to move humanity forward from now on. He will find someone, but that someone won’t be me. I'm a grown woman thrown into surrogate motherhood and Parker's still a teen. He needs to find someone that he is more suited to. My fiancé Haruo has asked me to marry him and that’s the way it is now.

My husband-to-be is the one who stepped up to become Sam’s surrogate father thus making me Sam’s surrogate mother so be it. Whether we feel ready for it or not, we have to step up to the plate and hope that we can succeed at raising a child from the age of toddler-hood all the way to young adulthood. And we don’t stop being a parent when they leave the nest. We are their parents for all time. The fact that Haruo has shouldered this on himself has made me love him all the more. If anyone had told me, “River, you’re going to be a mother six months after you graduate.” I would have told them that they were nuts. Yet here I am. I’m a mother to a toddler who is just about to age up to child who will be going to get tutored in things that will allow him to thrive in this new world where there are no laws regarding education nor any formal education curriculum. We have all been forced to grow up quickly in order to get by in this new situation we find ourselves in.

#sims 3 #ts3 #river mcirish #sims 3 gameplay #sims 3 storytelling #haruo chikamori #river and haruo #bebe hart #torahide chikamori #masaharu chikamori #Sunset Valley - End of Days #Sunset Valley #Les Sims 3 Sunset Died #SimCookie #Sims 3 stories #Sims 3 Apocalypse #the sims 3 #Holly Alto #TS3 Apocalypse #Sims 3 Screenshots #ts3 screenshots #ts3 simblr

[theelvenhaven]

Bonding

Vanifinwe x Reader  Caranthir x Reader Relationship

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Request:  Hi , could I request for Vanifinwe bonding time with Caranthir's s/o? I lowkey have this idea of Vani being skeptical or unsure of the reader is perfect for Caranthir and then after spending time with them she warms up to them and knows they are the one for Caranthir because they are kind, patient and understanding? Caranthir can lool over the while thing? Thank you.

A/N: Honestly anon I don’t think you’re far off the mark at all about her being skeptical. I was happy to write this! I hope you enjoy! :)

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Your hands ran along the ball of clay that Vanifinwë had left on the table that was before you, with her clay sitting across from you while she milled about the room. This was the first time you were spending time with Vanifinwë that was not in passing or at a family even that you were invited too.

When you two did spend any time together at those events and dinners, Vanifinwë, while she was never cold, was clearly skeptical of you. Not as warm and invested in you as she had been with the significant others amongst your partners brothers. Though she was still very kind and polite, and not in a honeyed venom kind of way. So that much was a relief to know that you were somewhat in her good graces. 

“Have you ever sculpted before?” Her soft and lilt voice suddenly spoke up, pulling you from your thoughts as a basin of water was set next to you, and her rose perfume wafted into your face. You looked up at the Princess who held a neutral look on her face, hard to tell if she was pleased to be here or not. Or what it was she felt for you, but slowly you began to shake your head. 

“No I can’t say that I have, this would be a first for me.” You answered her in earnest, and you watched this time as a faint smile found her lips and she nodded her head. Walking around the table to sit across from you as she set her basin of water down next to the clay, rolling up her sleeves to her stained tunic and you began to mirror her seeing if the professional artist was doing it… well there must be some basis for why. 

“Perfect, hopefully you will find enjoyment in it.” She smiled to you, and you gave her a half-hearted smile in return, feeling a little nervous now. As you wanted to make a good and last impression on Vanifinwë as she seemed to be the only Fëanorian whose approval you didn’t know you had or not. 

“What are we going to do exactly with it?” You asked her, referring to the lump of clay,

“Sculpt anything you like, it can be a figure or an object if you wish it. I would’ve done pottery wheels… But I think this would be much easier for you to do. My only I suppose rule for this is try and add lots of detail.” She explained to you, still with that more charming smile, one that almost nerve-wracking reminded you of Feanaro and even Curufinwe. She was certainly her father’s daughter, and you suspected there was an ulterior motive to why you two were spending time together. Though you hoped it was because she wanted to get to know you personally. 

“Alright I think I can do that.” You answered her with some confidence, and without another word the two of you began to dive into your lumps of clay and began to sculpt away. A silence falling over the two of you, and you couldn’t tell if it was just your nerves getting the best of you, creating an imaginary tension or if there was a tension there between the two of you. 

Quietly you began to mull over what you wanted to make as you manipulated the clay between your fingers and hands, deciding that something simple would be more ideal. Perhaps a holder of some kind where spare quills or charcoal pencils could be stored, for Carnistir on his desk. With lots of little detail, but you honestly hadn’t the slightest clue how you’d put it together. 

But you weren’t going to let that stop you as you began to roll out some of your clay hoping to create a panel for the bottom. Then hoping to move on to create sides… Though you would need help for sure on putting it together. You were in your own world, focused on the clay panels you were creating that you forgot that Vanifinwë was even there in the room with you. 

She didn’t seem to be paying you any mind either, at least that was what you could assume until she finally opened her mouth to speak. 

“Y/N,” Her soft voice spoke up suddenly pulling you from your thoughts and you peered up to look at her, seeing how she was focused on the indiscernible object before her 

“How is it you and my brother came to court one another? I’m afraid I don’t remember or wasn’t present when it was told.” Being the last and youngest Fëanorian did have it’s drawbacks in the fact that sometimes she was forgotten or assumed to be present for all things in family matters or private speakings. Carnistir had never told her, and she assumed that he would’ve done so when he was ready, but he never did. Meaning everyone else but her knew and everyone assumed she knew. 

Piercing blue eyes peered up from the clay and looked over at you, and you could see the sparkle of curiosity in her eyes as she looked at you. Letting some of that impenetrable wall down in front of you, putting you a little more at ease to see her so relaxed with you. 

“Well…” You began with a fond sigh, picking up one of the clay tools in front of you that was to be shared between the two of you. 

“It came after one of the festivals that King Finwe hosted, we were out in the gardens when Carnistir pulled us somewhere secluded,” You began to smile as you worked, “He gently held my hand and asked me if I would court him. It was so sweet and endearing in the way he asked.” You tried not to gush and giving her the straightforward answer, you watched the way Vanifinwë seemed to smile some at your words. 

“Was it romantic? Or was he just his straightforward self?” She asked with more curiosity in her tone, and it certainly soothed you to hear her so curious in what it was you were talking about. Let alone about you as well, 

“It was more romantic, he… held my hands and brought them up to kiss. His voice was really soft and he stood really close and then he kissed me when I said yes. I was so nervous in that moment, but everything just felt so right and perfect.” You continued to gush more, and you watched as Vanifinwë seemed to wear some surprise at your description. 

“You are surprised?” You asked with your own confusion, wondering why it was she would be when Carnistir was a perfect gentleman with you. Romantic too especially when you two were in private with one another. Vanifinwë released a soft breath of amusement, as she paused in her work for a moment, leaning back on the stool and shifting to get more comfortable on it. 

“Yes, I am.” She answered you honestly, “Carnistir is usually so guarded and protective over how he feels, it is honestly hard for me to imagine him having such low walls with anyone else. Even with a romantic partner.” Now that was hard for you to imagine him being so guarded and protective in front of you, granted he wasn’t always the most forthcoming verbally, but he didn’t hide his emotions from you when you were present with him. 

“It is strange for me to hear you say that as I feel like he is always open with me about how he feels.” You said, your fingers gently cutting out square panels to be able to put on the bottom piece of clay to form your little miscellaneous holder. You watched as a fond smile found Vanifinwë’s lips at your words, unbeknownst to you Vanifinwë felt some relief to know that Carnistir trusted you so immensely. 

In truth she feared that you were just out to use Carnistir like many other elves had tried to do with before. Though he had thwarted them all, part of her could see what you meant to him and feared that you were no better than everyone else, she still had questions though before she’d make her final decision in how it was she felt about you. 

Nonetheless she already felt reassured by the words you were telling her, it was good to know her most guarded yet sensitive brother felt so good to be with you. She only hoped that you too felt the same way about him. Let alone the biggest trial which was dealing with his anger. As it ran off most other elves who finally got a taste of his wrath even if it wasn’t directed at them. 

“That is good that he trusts you so immensely to share his feelings with you, Y/N.” She said, offering you another smile as she began to continue working on her little sculpture before her. 

“Do you feel the same way? Like you can trust him with your feelings?” 

“If I am being honest, yes I do. I know if I tell him how I am feeling Carnistir will listen to me and support me in however I need it.” Your answer was reassuring to Vanifinwë, to know that it was reciprocal. She kept it to herself how many potential suitors couldn’t even answer that honestly, or how they’d immediately laugh out how they wouldn’t share such things with him. Or that it was foolish to attempt to do so. 

“I am relieved to hear it, if I am being honest with you.” Vanifinwë said to you as she continued to sculpt away, with another comfortable silence falling over the two of you for a moment while you two worked. But it didn’t last long as Vanifinwë opened her mouth to speak again. 

“What do you think of my brother?” She asked you, again there was a note of curiosity in her voice and for this you were excited to answer her, as you loved Carnistir and you loved being able to gush over him. You smiled widely as you looked to Vanifinwë and you watched as she seemed to soften tremendously at your expression. 

“I think he is wonderful, he is kind to me and such a gentleman.” You began, “I appreciate his kindness, I enjoy hearing his thoughts about things and he’s quite creative with some of the things he says. I think he is clever and I love to find a topic that gets him really passionate when he speaks.” You grinned widely with a fond sigh falling off your lips. 

“I love the way his face lights up when he gets to speaking about his favorite subjects. Though if I am being honest, I love the way his face reddens when he does something sweet and romantic.” Vanifinwë began to chuckle at your words, enthused to hear you speak so highly of Carnistir and that he had such a loving and adoring partner. It helped put her mind a lot at ease knowing that he had you. 

Vanifinwë was starting to feel silly that she had been so skeptical as Carnistir had always been so good at vetting those that didn’t care much about him. She should’ve trusted her brother on the matter, then again it was good to have confirmation for herself and having this talk and time to spend with one another. Though she had one final and important question for you:

“His temper, what do you think of it?” You were silent as her question, almost afraid to give your honest answer, it was becoming clear to you that Vanifinwë wanted to know what it was you thought of her brother. And if you were good enough for him and this question she posed made you concerned with the fact that it was hard not to be scared by Carnistir’s anger. Especially at its worst, you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t scare you. 

“It… intimidates me.” That was putting it lightly, “I have heard how bad it can get and I have seen it on occasion.” You answered her truthfully, you didn’t see a point in trying to hide it from her. There was the possibility that one day you could be siblings and you didn’t want to lie to her. It just wasn’t in your nature either. 

Vanifinwë nodded her head as she paused again in her work, and honestly you did too as the two of you looked at one another. There was a look of sympathy on her face as she hummed, 

“I understand entirely that his anger is intimidating.” She said to you in earnest and it brought relief that she too understood what that was like. If anything it surprised you too, because shouldn’t she be used to it? Vanifinwë did live with him and should be accustomed to all of his habits and outbursts. 

“Forgive me for asking… But shouldn’t you be used to it?” You asked with hesitation, but you watched as she began to chuckle at your question. Shaking her head no, making her long black ponytail swish at the motion, 

“Believe it or not no, I’ve never really… gotten used to his anger and wrath, and I don’t blame you for being intimidated by it. Though it says much that you would stay despite how intense it can be. But I hope he never aims it at you.” She said to you, and quickly you shook your head, holding your hands out as you did the motion, frantic to clear any of that up. 

“No! Eru no! Carnistir never aims it at me, it mostly seems to be at your brothers or other people who have gotten under his skin.” You answered her, and again Vanifinwë began to laugh softly at your reaction, with another sigh of relief leaving her lips. Nodding her head at what you told her, good she was glad that he didn’t direct his anger at you. 

“Good, I am glad for it. I am glad Carnistir cares so much about you Y/N and that you care about him.” Vanifinwë paused for a moment, and you didn’t speak, seeing as it appeared she might have something else to add. Your suspicions were confirmed a moment later, 

“I must confess, and must ask for your forgiveness, but I was… skeptical of you Y/N.” Her honesty surprised you and you couldn’t help but wear it on your face as you stared back at her. Vanifinwë gave you a more sheepish look, but she kept going. 

“It is just, Carnistir has had so many others view him for just his status or what he can do for them. Granted he has run them all off himself, I feared when he felt so strongly about you that he might be… blinded by his feelings for you I didn’t want him to get hurt. But I can see that is clearly not the case.” You were silent, and you felt an ache in your chest to know that Carnistir had been used before you. 

That so many had overlooked just how wonderful of a ner he was, and how gentle and loving he could be. Part of you, of course, grateful that none of it worked out, but you knew it must have hurt for him to have gone through those trials. 

“I can understand why you were skeptical hearing you say that… Poor Carnistir. That must have been difficult and painful for him to have gone through.” You watched Vanifinwë nod again with a more solemn and serious expression, her hands coming across the table to reach for yours that was sitting there. 

“Yes it was, but he has you. I shouldn’t have doubted you or his judgment. I hope that you are not upset with me, though I would understand if you were.” Gently you took her hand in yours to hold, and you watched as Vanifinwë gave you a warm smile at the returned platonic affection. You shook your head, 

“No, I am not upset, I understand. I would do the same for any of my siblings.” You said to her honestly and you felt her slender hand give yours a squeeze, and you smiled back at her. 

“I am relieved to hear you say that, Y/N-” As she spoke both of your eyes went to the square container you were making, only watching as the top began to cave in at the top of it and fold in on itself. The two of you snorted at the sight, interrupting Vanifinwë. 

“Now, let me help you with your project.” She laughed out, and you grinned nervously pulling your hand away to rub the back of your neck. 

“That would.. Be nice. I am pretty bad at this.” You mused to her, as Vanifinwë picked up her stool and walked it around the table to sit next to you. You scooted your stool some out of the way as she took her place next to you. 

“That is alright, I will help you.” Vanifinwë smiled at you, more warmly and friendlier, 

“Now here’s how we can fix this.” She began starting to show you what to do, and you couldn’t help but be relieved all that weird tension was gone. That she understood you better, so you tuned back into what she was telling you. Happy to spend this time with Vanifinwë, bonding with one another. 

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[zoroara]

OCtober challenge Day 30 - Worm

The longer the wait more the anticipation from both parties grew. Tyr had made sure to keep an eye on the brat as he trained. After all, just because he was hoping this kid would be able to beat him. Didn't mean he was going to lie down and let him take this win.

No, he was going to make him go through a living hell that he had to barely worm his way to victory if he could. Teach him the hell that exists even if you're skilled that you'll nearly die against some opponents, and hopefully, that even if you're a seemingly invincible monster. That the opponent being somewhat inexperienced doesn't mean you can't be taken down by them.

When the battle finally happened, Tyr was more than ready. He was surprised how well Squalo kept up with him, occasionally mimicking moves that Tyr had used and then trying to throw him off with it. It was exciting, he had never fought himself, his own sword style, so having that mixed in as well as the brat learning quickly as they fought made this battle exhilarating.

Blow for blow, swords crossed, blocked, parried, a dangerous dance that went on almost endlessly neither could even think for a second about the fact it had been two days and a whole night since they started. They didn't have time, they needed to ignore the hunger and thirst they had as they continued to clash, bleeding out more and more. It was no longer a battle of pure skill but endurance, and Tyr being a bigger target, meant it was easier for Squalo to eek in more damages.

But Tyr was always inhuman with his limitations, charging the kid he goes to stab him but blocked again, though Tyr could tell he was weakening much faster. He could see an intense fear flash in Squalo's eyes, that he was forcing to become excitement and enjoyment of this battle so that he wouldn't falter. But that only made what happened next make sense. Squalo when Tyr had been pulling his sword back from the block ran at him wildly swinging his sword in what was clearly unthinking desperation. A move only someone who was still new would even attempt.

These were the final blows needed, tearing apart Tyr's chest and leaving him with lethal wounds. He laughed, falling to the ground. He weakly says to Squalo.

"Heeeeey... Welcome ta the Varia brat... You know, the victim's supposed ta choose how they die... So can ya take my head off fer me with my sword? I think that'd be fittin'."

He was glad that Squalo didn't hesitate. Whatever was the reason it was that he listened seeing his own heavy blade lifted over his head, the last sight that many of his own victims had seen, made him elated. Shame he couldn't experience the full drop as his life was removed as it slammed into his neck, decapitating him.

And one chapter closes, that doesn't mean I won't write about him other times for before this time. But it felt a fitting end in the terms of this month.

It should be noted that yes, Tyr's signature way of killing people is kicking them over and decapitating them. Which is why he thought it'd be fitting that his life was ended that way too. But this fight gives Squalo plenty of reasons that he never fucking talks about this to the point that the only person who even mentions this battle is Dino.

Also yes, that was Scontro di Squalo, as it was said this was the final move that Squalo created and what was that killed Tyr. Which I had been thinking about a lot. We probably only see a more refined version of it, and interestingly a move we only see succeed against other sword masters as every battle that it's used, even Yamamoto's version of it fails against non-swordmasters or people who aren't playing by normal sword play rules like genkishi.

It is a move that would only theoretically work against someone expecting mastery, and is extremely hard to deflect or counter just due to the sheer amount of sword swings coming your way. But if they don't do that and go around it, then you're kind of fucked.

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[giggles8899]

2.4 Xiao is Speedy Gonzalez

Written Part Below the Cut

You sighed when you saw that text. You were currently at the university’s track meet cheering Xiao on for the 100m and 200m races. Your guys' plan was to watch his races, and then go and get something to eat afterward.  

It was starting to turn into fall. The air wasn't too cold yet, warm enough to make the races possibly enjoyable (though you can't find anything enjoyable about any form of exercise). You know that Xiao’s race was up next, putting your phone away in anticipation of it. All the other competitors including Xiao were walking out to the starting line. You looked to your right to see a somewhat bored looking Scara, Lumine who looked pumped, and an Aether who was thumping his food in anticipation.

You remember that this was the twins first track meet to watch Xiao, which sent you into a chuckle at Aethers general good mood. Aether had caught you looking at him, and his cheeks turned rosy (you knew if you had asked him at that moment, he would lie and say it was the wind.) When Xiao was at the starting line stretching, he managed to look over to where you 4 were sitting. He waved to all you 4, and you all responded with a loud “whoop” at him. For a brief second, you saw Xiao stare at Aether, and his smile grew a lot bigger and gave another wave at him in particular. Your head snaps to Aether, him waving shyly back, in a trance almost. You reach over Scara and Lumine to smack Aether in the thigh, causing him to snap back in reality, a darker blush now on his face as he looks at you angrily. You start howling with laughter, Lumine following suit, with Scara just simply smirking. 

At this point, the announcer comes over the speaker, stating that the race will start soon. You watch Xiao focus on the race, getting on the starting block and preparing himself. 

*CRACK* 

The gun goes off signaling the race has begun. Xiao easily wins the 200m dash with flying colors, and as he crosses the finish line, the 4 of you stand up and holler at Xiao winning. The 100m was right afterwards, thus you 4 sat down immediately. “Well, there goes one race, hopefully he does as well for the next one,” you say, shoving your hand into your pockets and looking over at everyone. “Holy cow I didn't actually realize how fast he was!” Lumine exclaims. “Yeah, he's been the fastest since high school,” Scara deadpans, used to hearing people talk about it. You look over at Aether, the blush still prominent on his cheeks. You waggle your eyebrows at him, and he sets his face into a slight scowl, to which you just smile bigger at him. He looks at you with the scowl, until he deflates, a smile as big as yours gracing his face, finally understanding that you were just teasing. 

Suddenly, you hear someone yell, “Hey, look it's Y/n!” 

You look around frantically, like a deer caught in headlights. After a few seconds of seeing you struggle, Scara grabs your shoulders and turns you in the right direction, “Over there you moron.” It takes you another few seconds before your eyes lock onto the person. A bright smiled ginger waving frantically as he and the group behind him walk over to you 4. It was Childe, Albedo, Yanfei holding hands with Hu Tao, and Yoimiya. As your eyes scan the group, you lock on to an enchanting pair of rubies looking at you, Kazuha being at the back of the group whom you didn't see initially.

“Didn’t know you guys were into track,” Childe says, coming up behind Scara and smacking him in the shoulder, Scara immediately telling to stop that. “Oh, we're here watching Xiao’s races, he does the 100m and the 200m. Me and Scara have come to all his meets so far in college, and this is the twins first time.” You say, pointing your thumbs towards the other 3, eyes tearing away from the ruby ones. The group settles behind you, except for Kazuha, who sits next to you on the other side of Scara. Your eyes go back to Kazuha's, a gentle smile on his face. Your face takes a second before it matches his. 

“Wait, isn't the 100m next?” Albedo asks. “Yeah, he's thought to win this next one, just like the 200m.” Aether replies, with a hint of pride in his voice, which results in you leaning forward and snapping your eyes at him, with a quizzical look on your face. You hear some cackling behind you, Childe, Hu Tao and Yoimiya having found your movement hilarious. Aether proceeds to look back at the track, both of his hands covering his face, and at this point the poor boy is as red as Kazuha’s sweater he currently has on. This results in more laughing out of everyone, you leaning back up right. 

You felt Kazuha lean into you slightly, which results in you turning your head to look at him. “Are you doing well?” He asks, the same smile on his face. “Oh yeah, really tired, just got through a bunch of big projects at work. I'll have like a couple weeks of easier projects before we swing back into things for the next semester.” You reply, looking at him happily. “Well, that's good, can't make it where you are too tired now, can we?” He says, leaning a little forward, resting his arms on his knees, never taking his eyes off of you. You smile and nod, before hearing Lumine speak up. “Yeah, we planned on going out tonight after dinner, there's a really good pasta place near here that Y/n likes, and she's been dying to go back since the summer.” “We'll also do it as a celebration for Xiao, since he's won at least one race so far,” Scara says after Lumine, watching people head to the starting blocks. 

“You have room for more,” Kazuha asks, looking directly at you. Before you reply, you hear the twins start whooping, having seen Xiao head towards the starting blocks. At this point, Xiao seems completely focused as he turns to the guy right next to him and shakes his hands with an auburn haired man. “Oh hey, Heizuo is racing as well!” Childe says, having recognized the other. You raise your brow quizzically, before Kazuha replies, “He's a friend of ours.” You nod, and focus on the race that is about to start. 

Kazuha notices your foot tapping anxiously, and slightly brushes his hand against yours. You jolt, and look up at him, meeting his eyes, kind and warm. For a split second, you completely forgot where you were. His eyes drew you in, and you immediately felt calm. You smile at him, without even realizing it. His warm body next to yours, calming you in a way you didn't realize someone could. Well technically you did, but that was with someone who's no longer here. 

*CRACK* 

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Author's Notes

For like the rest of this chapter is gonna be a lot more written than texting, but I did have fun writing all of this. It was fun to get my mental juices going.

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[fangedjustice]

Doorways: Decorating each doorway is a sprig of fresh mistletoe. Rumor has it that it’s a Chalphy tradition for two people to share a kiss if they are caught under it together. You wouldn’t deny the tradition of your hosts, would you?

Sephiran makes his way through the hall, recognizing the man he approaches from far away. If one were to be cynical, they may mention how he enjoyed the other’s fluster. If one to be kinder, he was merely greeting one he viewed as a friend. Uncharacteristically- or perhaps he simply did not remember the tradition- he misses the sprig decorating the doorway as he inclines his head in greeting.

“Lloyd, was it?” A question made partly in jest, “It has been a while.”

While there were a few faces Lloyd recognized in the crowd of the party -- some he was outright doing his best to avoid for the moment -- there were more that he didn't know. This was both a boon and a bane; on one hand, it was easy enough to simply blend in with the mess of people in the hall while still keeping to himself, on the other...

Lloyd's gaze shifts to the somewhat familiar voice of Sephiran first, looking him over efficiently, before the rest of him responds. Though he tries to come off as purely polite, there's still a bit of a sheepish undercurrent when he speaks up.

"I suppose it has been. Hopefully the night has been treating you gentler than when we first met," he responds, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth as he regards the other man.

Their first impressions upon one another had surely been...unique.

Truth be told, Lloyd actually wouldn't mind having a proper conversation with Sephiran, but something draws his gaze up towards the arch of the doorway, and any hope of such an engagement burns up with the tips of his ears when he spots the mistletoe.

Ah, this was a little embarrassing. He'd never found this tradition to be enjoyable. It wasn't something he outright disliked either, but it was just...he floundered when it came to such things.

It was not an area of expertise.

Lloyd's eyes dart down. Then back up. He clears his throat -- once, twice.

"One of these days, we'll meet on better terms," he muses, words coming out a tad rushed as he leans in -- quick, gentle, but still there and warm -- to press lips against a pale cheek in fulfillment of the tradition. "Fate seems inclined to play tricks with us."

#toabaldrsbounty #[when you almost kill a guy in the sauna & then you chuchu at a party] #[they have had the funniest interactions & im here for it] #[ answered ask ]

[bilbao-song]

hello it's your secret rocker santa again! so sorry it's taken me a few days to respond - you are right on when you say this time of year is hectic! hopefully you'll get some time to relax and enjoy things too?

ok so i confess i am only familiar with ELO's big hits like don't bring me down, livin thing, mr. blue sky (and i think sweet talkin woman and some other songs were played on something i watched recently and i yelled out ELO!). i understand about the song v. album recommendation, as i am pretty much an album listener as well. my spotify wrapped thing said so, so you know it's true!

i listened to eldorado at lunch this week and i really liked it! i liked the blend of classical music and how lush the sound was. i also listened to out of the blue and liked it a lot! i think starlight was my favorite track, but i also liked across the border - it had a sound that was a little reminiscent of one of my favorite beach boys songs, heroes and villains. anyway thank you for the recommendations, i was very happy to listen to full albums!

this may seem like the most obvious question, but how did you get into jeff lynne and ELO? what appeals to you most about him as an artist?

hope you have had a good week so far!!

hiiiii!!! it's okay!! it's a busy time :') i don't even have that much going on atm and it still seems to be hectic haha. but yesss so far it's been a really nice Holiday Season™ :-) i hope you're enjoying it too!! are there any seasonal activities you usually do this time of year??

i'm glad you like eldorado!! i have a hard time choosing favorites, but it's a strong contender for my favorite album of all time...at least like, tied with 3-4 others haha. i also think it's perfect for fall (and winter tbh!) so i'm usually particularly in the mood for it around this time of year. and YES across the border is one of my favorites!! it gets compared to heroes and villains quite a bit, which i definitely understand; they have really similar vibes overall

hmmmmm well!!! i was more or less always aware of ELO (i was pretty much raised as a 70s music enjoyer) but it just kind of gradually evolved into madness over time for me. out of the blue was the first full ELO album i listened to and i was kind of instantly obsessed with it :') otherwise!!! i don't even know where to begin tbh. i looove his voice (i always feel like his voice/vocal ability is somewhat underappreciated tbh. he's very versatile lmao) and just??? his overall Sound = happiness to me at this point :') it's just so deeply ingrained in my life i don't even know how to describe exactly what it is for me haha. generally though, there's a certain Zestiness that a lot of the 70s ELO songs have that i just love (and that's basically what initially hooked me), BUT i'm also really attached to the newer sound as well. idk!!! i truly like it all so it's hard to describe very specifically lmao

anyway :-) sorry for taking awhile to reply again!! hope ur having a good weekend!!

#anyway re: elo idk!! some of it for me at this point is also that i just have a ton of good memories associated with it #like of course it's mainly that i just enjoy the overall sound lmao but i'm in SO deep now. so deep #and w regard to jeffrey specifically i also just think he's absurdly adorable tbh #like yeah i came for the music but even when i'm like #having a moment of being more interested in listening to something else??? #i will still gladly sit around and listen to his interviews and whatnot sheerly bc he's just an utterly precious human being #essentially im love him #srs23 #anon

[aceofspadegrass]

I don't know if you still do requests because your pinned posts says you do but it's 1 1/2 years old so I'm not sure, but I do have a fic/hc (whatever you wanna do) request for Niragi getting a squish (platonic crush) on the reader and how him dealing with it. Sorry if this is really vague and a bit awkward, I've never really requested anything before 👉👈

I do, I just don't always got the idea juices for it.

Now, Niragi getting a squish? Let's do Headcanons, easier on my end and hopefully enough for you, alright? Don't fret, you're doing fine. :D

I don't know which part of Niragi you want, so.... Three times. Pregame, In the Borderlands, and Post-ish Version. I do hope it's enjoyable, it's been forever since I've done a request.

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Pre-Borderland

-Niragi always saw you around town, minding your own business, but hell was he about to approach you.

-I mean, look at him. Look at you. He doesn't know why, but he feels like he's got to make a good impression for you. And he's still somewhat an outcast, even if he's making efforts to not be.

-(He's also scared he'll scare you. You look very polite.)

-(Not that he'll admit that.)

-He's still low-key stalking you for information though. Whenever he catches a glimpse of you he keeps in mind where you tend to go, what you buy (if any), what kind of friends you upkeep. He's follow sometimes, but he's still aware of his surroundings and won't go where it would look really weird on his end.

-He's hyping himself in that way that most people (including him) assume would be 'Oh I have a crush I want to impress my crush' but for whatever reason he can't imagine actually doing that. He just kind of wants to really spin you at insane speeds though. Tease you and show off games with you in them (Not that anyone else knows who Random NPC #3 is). Cute aggression.

-Alas, Niragi never gets an explanation why he really likes you but not how he normally gets with other people. Romance, he could try, but friendship like a normal person? Hah, he has better luck making butter.

-(He's been hyping himself up in an attempt to talk to you about a shared interest.)

Borderland

-Niragi finds you at random during a game, and immediately latches onto you. Does his normal thing to everyone else, but for whatever reason laid claim to you specifically.

-You and him are both lucky it's a Clubs game involving clusters dying so less chance of death if you did pair up.

-Surprisingly, or not surprisingly, Niragi gets along really damn well with you. He's being touchy feely with you, but whether you reciprocate is your choice. But either way Niragi is being... Kind of unbearably handsy. Like he wants to hold you forever or something.

-But he can't. You're not a part of the Beach, and he has responsibilities to fulfill. You stay on his mind, and despite it all he just wants to hold you again. That's it.

-Niragi did try to imagine something further once he finds you and drags you screaming to the Beach, maybe parade you around like a trophy, but the only images he could get was maybe getting a drink together and making fun of everyone by the poolside. Mean Girls style.

-Cut to him punching a wall because he misses you.

-Whether or not he actually finds you again is up to life, and we both know that fucker isn't dying anytime soon. If he does though, he's definitely going for you, hit up a chat and pray that you aren't repulsed by his mere presence.

-He has no idea why your opinion matters so much to him, but it does. He wants to see you happy and thriving. Or at the very least not dead.

-Niragi WILL break a door down and get soft tacos with you. Kidnap you if he has to.

Post

-You're a volunteer for the effort, that's how he meets you.

-As volunteer, that means you and him don't have all day with each other, but what time you do allot to Mr. No Eyebrows he cherishes a LOT.

-He thinks you're very, VERY sweet to him, and even when he has no idea what happened, he really likes talking to you.

-It's not his fault when he gets a little pouty when other volunteers that aren't you come by to check on him.

-You think it's hilarious how much he lights up every time he sees you.

-Niragi thinks up conversation topics in bed, and 75% of them are game related because he's a nerd.

-Even in bed and a burn victim does he try to seduce you into the 'Please Interact With Me More' mindset. It's working, and he's elated to be able to talk to you.

-He also, in his medicated delirium, occasionally believes this is a romance crush, because nobody tells him what squishes are. But then he feels bad because he doesn't want to put his chapped lips on yours. A hug would be nice.... If it hurt less.

#aib #alice in borderland #niragi suguru #ask

[cuddlepilefics]

Maknaes stepping up

Fandom: Stray Kids

Whumpee: Minho

Caregivers: maknae-line

Minho injures himself while dancing and ends up on crutches for some time. He feels guilty but his dongsaengs show just how well they have things handled at their shared dorm.

No one’s POV.:

Needing to come up with a few new choreographies, the dance-racha had resorted to splitting up the work, which meant that they stopped practicing together and were now working on one new choreography each. They’d meet up and teach each other the new choreographies once they were done, so they’d be able to teach them to the rest of the group. That strategy surely was efficient but it wasn’t as fun. Despite their dance practices being exhausting, they had also always been at least somewhat fun, being able to dance together and exchange ideas. Now it really did feel like work and the three dancers rarely saw each other. They did have a few dance practices with the entire group but were usually split up for recording sessions, vocal lessons and their choreography work. Still, the trio reminded themselves that it was only a matter of time till they could go back to practicing together and it’d hopefully become more enjoyable then.

Their choreographies had increased in difficulty since their debut and Minho felt pressured to keep the level of difficulty up, not wanting the internet to call them lazy. It was a bit tricky to do that by himself though, since most stunts involved multiple members and there was one acrobatics trick, that he knew Hyunjin could pull of easily but he himself wasn’t as confident. Trying this trick was always a gamble, sometimes Minho nailed it, sometimes he didn’t and on a few occasions, he had almost hurt himself trying. Yet, he wanted to include it and planned for Hyunjin to do that trick in the final version but to show them, he had to do the trick himself. That might not have been too much of a problem, had Minho not been alone. Usually, the other members would be around and could help or catch him if he miscalculated his jump. This way was riskier but it was the only option he saw and it went alright in the beginning. Sure, Minho ended up gaining a few bruises from his frequent falls but nothing serious and he was confident he was getting better at it. Maybe by the time he had to teach the choreography to his friends, he’d ace the trick like his dongsaeng always did.

Although Minho got better at the acrobatics trick, the weeks of intense dance practice did take a toll on his body. Especially since he was alone and nobody forced him to take breaks as frequently as the normally did. Minho’s muscles were constantly sore and the longer he kept going, the weaker they felt. That wasn’t enough of a reason for the dancer to take it easy though and he kept pushing himself, despite getting a little clumsier every day. It would only be a matter of time till his luck would run out and something had to go wrong. That happened when Minho was once again practicing by himself. He hadn’t been able to nail the acrobatics trick a single time today, his muscles to weak and slow. It was frustrating and the dancer refused to finish his practice before having succeeded at least once. The longer he practiced though, the more often he tripped himself though. He didn’t jump as high or spin as fast anymore and eventually ended up landing the trick wrong, twisting his knee. Minho felt the momentum tear on his tendons before he found himself crashing to the ground.

He winced at the pain, squeezing his eyes shut for a few seconds before sitting up and inspecting his knee. This was bad. Minho could barely bend his knee at all and unable to get up, he just stayed in the center of the room, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. The dancer knew very well what this meant. An injury could set the entire group back because he couldn’t choreograph their song and either Hyunjin or Felix would have to do his work once they were done with their own. Tears of pain and frustration leaked from his eyes as he stared at the ceiling, waiting to find the motivation to drag himself over to his bag and call for help because he doubted he’d be able to get up by himself. Minho didn’t know how much time had passed with him just laying there but he eventually sat up and glanced at his knee again. By now, it had started to swell and the side was bruising, while the pain kept increasing. He tried to push himself over to his bag but it hurt too badly to drag his injured leg across the floor. It seemed, he’d have to wait for some cleaning staff to find him at some point.

Minho was found sooner than he had expected. Felix was struggling with a section of the choreography he was working on and wanted to ask his hyung for help. He didn’t bother to knock, figuring the older wouldn’t hear it anyway. Gasping in surprise at Minho just laying there unmoving, the Aussie rushed over and knelt by his hyung’s side. The older looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes, hands scrubbing at the tears that just kept coming. “What’s wrong, hyung?”, Felix panicked glancing the older up and down. That was also when he noticed the different between both of the other’s knees. One was quite a bit bigger and discolored. Inspecting the bruise more closely, the Aussie muttered: “You hurt yourself. What do we do, hyung?” – “I-I don’t know, Lix”, Minho muttered, fresh tears spilling. Worriedly tapping his lips, Felix offered: “Do you need an ambulance?” The older shook his head. “Want me to call Chan-hyung?” Another shake of the head. “Hyung, you do need to go to a hospital though”, the Aussie frowned, not liking the way the joint had swollen at all. “Can- Can you help me u-up?”, Minho asked hesitantly, “I’ll go get it checked but I’ll probably end up banned from dancing for a while, which will hold everyone back, so no way I’ll make Chan-hyung come with me and hold him back further.”

Felix didn’t like that reasoning at all but helped the older stand up on his uninjured leg. Standing on one leg worked alright for Minho but he couldn’t take a single step and therefore wouldn’t get anywhere. “How about I call our manager? He can take you and help us figure out how we can work around your injury”, the younger offered, contemplating whether he should make Minho sit back down. The other gave a defeated nod, knowing he wouldn’t be able to handle things himself. Hugging his hyung’s shoulders, Felix pulled out his phone and called their manager, who promised to be at the practice rooms soon. He agreed to take Minho to the hospital to get his knee checked and would take him back to the dorm once he was done. Felix sat with the older, telling him repeatedly that it wasn’t his fault that he got hurt and that they’d figure something out. When their manager arrived, the Aussie really wanted to go with them but he figured he’d be the most useful if he worked hard on his choreography, so that maybe he and Hyunjin could compensate Minho’s inability to finish his choreography. He gave the older one last tight hug, telling him to be okay and to text him once he was back at the dorm. Minho nodded, wiping his tears and thanking his dongsaeng before he let their manager help him outside to the car.

Felix struggled a lot as he continued working on his own choreography, as he couldn’t really focus with his mind clouded by worry. Miraculously, Minho hadn’t torn anything but the tendons in his knee had been stretched way further than they were supposed to stretch, so although they didn’t tear, they weren’t in too great shape. He got his knee bandaged tightly to stabilize it and reduce the swelling before being sent home with crutches, painkillers and the instruction to ice the injury. Minho would have to go easy on his knee and use crutches to walk for at least a week. After that, he could start walking normally again to preserve his muscles but would need to refrain from dancing for another two to three weeks. It was frustrating but admittedly better than needing surgery and being on crutches for weeks. He had taken the first dose of painkillers at the hospital, hoping the pain would be better by the time his manager dropped him off at his dorm. Another thing that worried him, he was the oldest at the dorm, he shared with the maknae-line, so he was supposed to take care of his dongsaengs and now he’d be stuck unable to walk properly.

When he got home, Minho heated up some left-overs and ate them in the kitchen, unable to carry the plate while using crutches. Even carrying the icepack between his fingers while keeping a tight grip on his crutches was a struggle but he made it work. Then he limped to his room and to the closet, throwing some fresh clothes onto his bed before sitting down next to them to change. Leaning his crutches against the nightstand, Minho settled in bed and texted Felix like he had promised. The younger was relieved to hear that the damage wasn’t as bad as they had expected, though he understood his hyung’s frustration about being banned from dancing even if it wasn’t as long as it could’ve been, had he actually torn something. Minho also replied to the worried messages from Chan, after their manager had called the older to tell him about the change in schedule for the dancer. When he was confident everything was settled, he watched cat videos on his phone to distract himself, not necessarily from the pain because that was better with the medication but rather from his frustration and worry about how they’d get the choreographies done on time.

After his practice, Felix first met up with Hyunjin, the two dancers planning how they could cover for their hyung and still get everything done on time. Then the Aussie collected Seungmin and Jeongin from the studio, where the two vocalists had been practicing their singing. He told them about Minho’s injury and although all three of them were more than willing to cook dinner, they decided to pick up pizza on their way back to the dorm, knowing it was some of their hyung’s favorite food and it might cheer him up some. As they had predicted, the older was in a rather low mood but appreciated them picking up dinner for all of them. They took the pizza to Minho’s room, so he wouldn’t have to walk to the dining table. Minho kept his plate on his lap, eating his dinner in bed, with Jeongin sitting against the headboard right next to him, Felix at the foot of the bed and Seungmin at the desk. Though he wouldn’t admit it, Minho was happy they kept him company after he had already spent all afternoon alone and would be refined to his room for a while.

The next morning, Minho woke up early to the sound of his dongsaengs having breakfast and getting ready to leave for their schedule. Grabbing his crutches, he hobbled to the common area of the dorm and greeted his friends. They seemed to be in high spirits and Seungmin placed a plate with scrambled eggs and rice on the dining table, so the older only had to sit down at the table. While Felix headed back to their rooms and the bathroom to get ready, he took a large water bottle with him and placed it on Minho’s nightstand, so he wouldn’t have to get up to get a drink later. Despite already running a little let, Jeongin kept Minho company, while the older finished his breakfast, asking: “Is there anything I can help you with before I need to go?” Minho didn’t want to delay his dongsaeng and would also prefer not to need help but he took a moment to think. “Uhm, could you put an icepack in my room? It’s a bit tricky to carry”, he hummed shyly, making the maknae smile. “Sure thing, anything else?”, the younger asked, taking an icepack from the freezer. When the dancer shook his head, Jeongin went ahead and placed the icepack on his hyung’s nightstand before bidding him goodbye and rushing to get to his schedule on time.

All of the members kept checking in with Minho via text over the course of the day and the maknae-line had another idea how they could cheer their hyung up. Changbin and Hyunjin lived in the other dorm and none of the three minded to have a cat around for some time, so they agreed on calling Minho’s parents to ask if one of their three cats could stay at their dorm to keep the injured dancer company. Deciding that nobody could deny their youngest anything of he asked nicely, it was Jeongin’s task to call and convince Minho’s mother. It was rather easy to get her to agree when she heard her son was stuck at the dorm alone due to his injury and she met up with Jeongin after his schedule ended. They made their way to the dorm together, she carrying the pet carrier and Jeongin carrying the bag of cat food and supplies they’d need.

The maknae let her into the dorm and showed her the way to Minho’s room. The dancer was delighted by the visit and chatted with his mother for quite some time, Dori climbing all over his bed. At some point, Seungmin knocked on the door, carrying two plates of food, so the pair could have dinner together before Minho’s mom would have to go back home. Minho was touched when he learned that it had been his dongsaengs’ idea to have Dori stay over and he was proud of how responsible they could be when they had to. Though he was mostly stuck in his room or on the living room couch for the rest of the week, it didn’t seem nearly as bad, having someone, who’d keep him company and who he could cuddle with for comfort and to distract him from all the work he’d need to catch up on once he was able to go back to work.

#stray kids #skz #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #comfort #sickfic #injury #minlix #2min

[witchie-writings]

Hiii i was wondering if you would do some general dating hcs for jun A266!! I love your writing sm!! Thanks! -owomonsterwrites

Had a hard time thinking about this one, since Jun still kind of confuses me, but I think I sort of got down what I imagine dating him is like, hopefully these will suffice!  I kind of imagine when dating him, it would take a while for him to truly open up; he’s seen the worst of wars and has seen many great men die on the fields, so he’s more closed off and has a tendency to brush off his trauma with jokes and the such.

He can be seemingly detached from reality at times, due to his trauma. He’s seen some really fucked events happen to the brightest of souls, look at Noble Team, so he’s learned to sort of… drown them out in a sense. Jun acknowledges his former team no doubt, as he had a tightly-knitted bond with Noble 5, Jorge, it’s just that there’s no point in lingering on the past, so he would rather focus on the future. Especially if it concerns his S/O. His lover he prizes above nearly everything, so he’d rather start making sure he’s able to carve out a future while he’s still around. 

Quite the chatterbox, so his S/O better prepare themselves for that. He usually isn’t always that way, especially concerning operations, but it’s enough to be considered not the norm for most spartans, and he definitely has stories to tell. They can be quite enjoyable, remember that one story he told where a soldier thought of his gun like a time machine? 

I imagine him as sort of a practical thinker, but sometimes goes with the flow. For example, he isn’t the type to drink normally, he sees no value in something like alcohol, but on occasion he’ll do it just because (don’t expect him to do it all the time though, he still has limits, he does it more often than say Carter, though).

He’s somewhat of a softy, but not as much as Jorge is. He’s more of a casual softy (is that even a thing?); leaning against his S/O, casually brushing his hand against theirs while walking, subtle praises, and even saying ‘I love you’ in public, though he isn’t always audible. 

Jun isn’t always the gloomy type, with his chatterbox persona, he does enjoy an enlightening saying or two. Say him and his S/O are having a friendly game to see who’s able to ensure more kills on the Grunts, he’d casually throw in something like, “If you win, do I have to sleep on the couch with the pup?” (imagine Jun and his S/O have a doggo)

There are times where he can be strictly serious, examples being when his S/O is put in danger that he isn’t confident he’s able to save them from (a rare occurrence, but it’s one of the only times that dread will start to seep in). If it’s an especially dire situation, he’d break off from his chain of command and go lone-wolf for the rest of the mission; he believes there’s little time left, and there is not absolute certainty his leader will be able to get to you in time, so he’ll take matters into his own hands, everything else be damned.

Not usually the protective type, if you’re curious. Jun can get jealous, though it usually isn’t major, more of he’ll let it be known that his S/O is taken, but he won’t resort to violence or any show of intimidation (unless the guy was asking for a beat-down; Jun may be a sniper, but he still knows how to deal a good punch). 

Doesn’t have too many hobbies, since his job as a spartan doesn’t allow it a majority of the time. Though I do imagine that if archery is still around, he’d be interested in taking that up. It’d be different from his normal sniper rifle, and it would give him a neat little challenge to his marksmanship; probably would want his S/O to take it up along with him, just so there's an extra layer of fun stacked on.

I imagine that Jun somewhat has a fascination with tattoos. He can admire the work it takes to safely draw one on the human skin (is draw the correct term? I have no idea) and cause as little pain possibly, while making the tattoo be as detailed as the commissioner wants it to be. It’s a delicate balance, and he can appreciate the craftsmanship. Honestly,he would probably want to get a matching tattoo with his S/O, possibly somewhere on the wrist or shoulder of a bird (what type of bird is up to you).

#shorter than usual #x reader #reader insert #halo reach #halo reach x reader #halo #halo x reader #jun a266 x reader #jun a266 #halo reach jun #halo reach jun x reader #halo jun x reader #noble team #halo reach noble team #halo noble team #halo reach noble team x reader #halo noble team x reader #noble team x reader #jorge 052 #carter a259

[animehouse-moe]

High Card Episode 3: Pray For The Fire

With this third episode some growing pains are certainly apparent. I wouldn't say it's flat out bad or disappointing, but it certainly remains concerning. There's connection, there's similarity to the format of the previous episode. A bad guy, not necessarily doing things purely out of ill will or malice, that Finn gets wrapped up in. I'll be blunt, it's lazy writing. It's characters that play the three stooges without anything new to them and are very cliched in that regard.

That's more so what concerns me, that our everyday bad guys are going to be a single episode element, and that we'll see a lot of re-hashed aspects, which we already have in this second episode. People burnt by society, given the short end of the stick and looking for a way out are bestowed with a card, and use it for malicious purposes. The whole point is to sell the dichotomy between them and Finn, who was in a similar situation. I get it, I get what they're trying to do and where they want to go. But in its current state, it falls flat and is somewhat tone deaf.

That said, there's still good pieces to this episode. Not that the direction or visuals make up for it entirely. I mean, even the direction somewhat struggles at times because of the story, but there are certainly very strong and well stylized moments within.

I really like this scene as well, it's not a perfect execution, but it's bold. They hold a camera angle for a very long time from the perspective of Nix, rather than following Finn through the scene. It's a really cool effect, that with some slight touchups could be even better.

And of course, the ability/transformation scenes remain super cool.

At the end of the day, the story side of things in this episode does seem somewhat weak. Though it's purely an extension of the second episode, so whether it's lazy writing to get from A to B, or a quick and dirty formula I can't really say. All I can say at the end of the day though is that Studio Hibari is making this show very enjoyable to watch right now. Hopefully as we get further in we'll see some better and more interesting writing on display, but only time will tell so I'll be keeping my fingers crossed for episode 4.

#high card #anime recommendation #anime review #anime original #ハイカード #anime and manga #anime #finn oldman #chris redgrave

[monkeyparasite]

Gorillaz characters and the aesthetics i think theyd like !!

as the title suggests, in this post, i'll be covering gorillaz's band members as well as characters with relations to them in this post

yet while i'd enjoy to discuss all of the aesthetics that might fit them through each era, i will only be covering the current phase as of right now, which is phase 6! (for those no longer included in this phase, i'll just be sticking to the last phase they were in. for example, ace, paula,, or, wa,, wAAJHHHHHH DEL WAAAAAHHNN)

anyways lets get into this so i can cry over del later

ALSO CREDITS TO @ladyenglish FOR HELPING HIM!! MWAH THANKS YOU!! ALSO CHECK HER OUT SHES COOL I PROMISE!!

Ol' Murdy

starting off with man we all know, some hate, some love, and others that have a rather mixed relationship with, drum rolls, its murdoc alphone niccals! as the leader bassit of the band and original founder of it too, its only natural to have him be our first to be covered!

we've all or most of us have seen him go through multiple phases in his life, all of which were extremely edgy, however, now that he is reaching his grouchy-looking old man stage, i'd say this should be a bit easier!

i'd like to start with the most obvious one, bastardcore! he is a bastard, thats all im saying

then their is grunge, which is somewhat explainable i hope?

i have no idea if this is one but im adding it to the list anyways! its called: thrifted library dilf, look at him. i will not explain, at all.

2Dents

2D, the poor man that has suffered the most from Murdoc, especially considering Murdoc did cause him to get two dents in his head, which has earned him the alias he has today! 2D, which stands for two dents.

unlike murdoc, he has actually changed very much from his past phases! unfortunately.. its rather difficult for me to tell what aesthetic that might fit him.. he does dress that he just put something on while in a rush

i do think vacation dad core would be one though? definitely sterotypical bi fashion though! maybe with a little bit of anti-fashion too? but im not all to sure on that one

while for just in general aesthetics, this one is quite obvious, zombie-movie aesthetic or apocalyptic aesthetic! probably a big ol grindhouse enjoyer too, maybe like a semi dusty grunge?

Russel, not rissel

my personal favorite, the best drummer ever that exists, russel yobbs! he's a big guy with a even bigger brain full of knowledge of the paranormal, but also a big heart!

anyways, he has gotten more colorful with his fashion style, as me and my friend agrees! more expressful and or experimental with his clothes and style, yet still wearing what is the most comfortable on him!

While for overall aesthetic, maybe hmm.. cubism and de tilji? paranormal stuff definitely! i think he'd like anything 90s cartoons n dark themed images that invoke childhood nostalgia

Noodle

noodlee! the girl we all (hopefully) love! came shipped in a fedex box, and then later regained her earliest childhood memories by accidentally spilling something over (i think?), i love noodle

i am actually not sure with noodle, but i want to get this out there as soon as possible, so lets just say shes a kickass woman and shes so cool!! also maybe kinderwhore, cherry type punk girl, just looks good in everything tbh

#gorillaz #gorillaz band #murdoc niccals #russel hobbs #noodle #2d #stuart pot #gorillaz headcanons #russel gorillaz #murdoc gorillaz