#jokes aside though red has been my favorite for a while

[charlessainzz]

Hello!! I want to ask for a fluff carlos fic with reader who has an acute resting b face to the point people think she hates dating him, while the truth is that she's a pretty chill and sweet person as long as she with someone she closed with.

That's it i guess, thank you and have a great day love ❤

thank you for requesting this!!! it’s such a cute idea. hopefully it’s somewhat okay hehe

RBF

Slamming your phone down on the counter caused your wine glass to go tumbling.

“Well shit!” you shouted as you stared at the pool of red. You had had enough already. You were not about to cry over spilled wine too.

Your friend had sent you another Instagram post from the F1 drama blogs about your “Resting Bitch Face”. After every race or moment you are seen with your boyfriend, another post is made about your “RBF”. It was like they were obsessed with talking about it!

Your boyfriend, Carlos, walks into the kitchen. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Why is there wine everywhere?”, he asked with concern.

Letting out a huff, you pointed to your phone. “They won’t stop picking at me! They keep calling me miserable and a bitch!” you say raising your voice.

Carlos walks behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “Let me see”, he whispers into your shoulder. You hand him the phone and click on the post. It’s a picture of you and him in the paddock having breakfast. Of course the focus isn’t you two holding hands in the picture. The focus is your face. Unfortunately you suffered from chronic resting bitch face. You couldn’t help it! You just always had a serious face, especially when listening to others or when concentrating.

“They all think I hate you…”, you squeaked. Tears beginning to appear in your waterline. Carlos immediately took notice.

He clicks your phone off and sets it aside. Turning you around to face him, he places your face in his hands. “I like your serious face.”, he jokes giving you a kiss. “I like all your faces…” he says again.

You feel your cheeks blush and try to squirm out of his embrace. “Carlos I’m serious! The world thinks I hate you, it’s only a matter of time before you think the same!” you groan.

“Hey hey. Don’t say that. I could never think that y/n”, he says with conviction. “Who cares what they say online. They don’t know the real you”.

You give him a pouty face.

“I like that face too”, he says with a smirk.

You burst into a fit of giggles as you fall back into his arms again.

“Oh yeah that’s my favorite face of yours”, he admits. You look up at him and place a kiss on his lips.

Nuzzling your face into his neck you say, “You have to start warning me when I’ve been showing my RBF for too long”, you muffled out.

He hums in response as he runs his hands up and down your back to soothe you.

“Carlos I mean it”, you stomp.

“Okay. Okay. I will warn you if you’ve had it for more than 10 minutes”, he says rolling his eyes.

“No, for more than 5 minutes”, you plead. He laughs and just nods his head in agreement. In his head he’s thinking of how he wished to world could see you through his eyes. How kind and relaxed you truly were. Even though you had a chronic RBF, he knew that you were the sweetest person in his life. Especially with him.

“I have an idea….”, he says with a devious tone. Carlos picks up his phone and holds the camera in front of your faces.

“Let’s show them our RBFs together”, he says. Carlos snaps the picture of you two staring into the camera.

Having a look, you let out a laugh. “We look hot”, you say. “What are you going to caption it?” you ask.

You see Carlos’s eyes go wide as he thinks. Then it’s like a lightbulb went off and he starts tapping away at the keyboard.

“Couples who RBF together, stay together”, he says proudly. You scrunch your nose at his cheesiness.

“Hmmm perfect”, you whisper. “It’s definitely true”, you joke.

“Of course it’s true y/n”, he says with his big bambi eyes looking into yours. He leans down and plants a firm kiss against your lips. You let out a breath in relief as you two keep kissing and hands start roaming.

Eventually, you lean back into his arms as you watch the post blow up on Instagram.

Let’s see what the trolls have to say now.

#carlos sainz jr x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #writtenbycharlessainzz #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz fluff #f1 fic #anon request

[lupindraco]

The Mothman

For the past few weeks Val has been acting odd, well odd for the pimp Valentino. He has been distant with Vox and his employees barely see him let alone get fucked by him . Angel even thought he was in prison when he asked him about it.

Vox was glad he wasn't having his fits anymore but he was starting to get concerned with some of his new habits.

For starters he would stare at screens, lamps, and pretty much any light source as if he was in a trance only snapping out of it when he gets too close. He also started eating bananas and chugging beer as if he needed it to survive. Val's sense of smell seemed stronger at least from what he could tell, he would go into a sneezing fit when he wore cologne. The closest thing to intimacy was him licking around Vox's eyes and it seemed as if he was in a trance similar to with the lights. Also he has been hearing squeaks around him. Vox arrived at the studio despite getting a text saying not to come because he was doing a late photoshoot, which was definitely a lie as the place was empty.

He then heard glass break and followed the sound, he was shocked by what he found in Val's dressing room.

A gigantic purple moth with mismatched antenna, red eyes, sharp teeth, gigantic red wings that pretty much matched Val's favorite coat, four very human arms, and was wearing torn clothes. Vox then spotted Val's chain piercing on the moth just before it hid in its own wings, letting out small sqeaks. Was this thing Valentino?

He then spotted the shattered mirror, it looked like it had been punched.

"Val, is that you in there?" Vox asked softly as he reached in between the wings and gently moved them aside.

He could see tears streaming down his face and that this was for sure his boyfriend in front of him. Val then collapsed in his arms so Vox just held him. He settled down after a while and was pretty much a giant cat. Vox went to get a dustpan to clean the glass and came back to Val in a bag of brown sugar, pretty much devoured the whole thing. Hard to believe an hour ago he was crying in his arms. Vox cleaned the glass then checked Val's hands.

He had some cuts but he was able to clean and bandage them.

Though Val protested by sqeaking loudly at him which would have been cute if he didn't have his teeth bared. Vox fell asleep in his arms and was woken up by screaming. Val was human again.

"Are you okay babe?" He asked.

"You saw me like that? Why don't you hate me?" Val asked.

"You think being a giant moth at night is all that it takes? You've done far worse and I still love you." Vox answered. "What I'm concerned about is how long have you been dealing with this?"

"About a month ago some guy came and told me that if I didn't break my contract with Angel I would regret it, at first I thought he was joking so I laughed in his face till he started chanting in this strange language and I turned into that thing." He answered. "I thought that if I broke the contract it would stop but it didn't, when I change I basically have the mind of an animal."

"So once a month you're essentially going to be a giant cat with wings?" Vox asked.

"Yeah." Val answered.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #valentino hazbin hotel #human version #alastor helps angel out of boredom #angst with a happy ending #lupindraco #lupin writes

[bonkusdonkus]

I’ve been thinking about bunnies again!

A while ago, I made a list of list ideas, headcanons, and hombrew thoughts on the Harengon, one of my favorite D&D races. Mostly because WotC just kind of slapped them into a book, mumbled something about how they like freedom, and left it at that, and I didn’t like that.

Well I’ve had more ideas since then!

I will now shotgun them onto the Internet so others may steal and\or get inspiration from them! Same rules apply as last time, Harengon and Rabbit folk are interchangeable terms, you can use any of these you like, or don’t! Okay! Let’s talk about bunnies!

Harengon traditionally have extremely long, extremely difficult to remember names. Their names are often literal paragraphs long, or even multiple pages. Some Rabbit Folk actually have names so long they literally need a novel sized book to write them down, and that’s just their first name. Harengon surnames can be encyclopedia sized. On average. As bizarre as it sounds, there is a reason for this. It’s a defense mechanism! In the Feywild, names have immense power. Giving a Fae your full name can have terrible consequences. So, being native to the Feywild, the Harengon counteracted this by making their names impossibly long and complicated, so that remembering them to use against them is near impossible. Plus, many Fae have short attention spans, by the time they’re even halfway through reciting their name, the dangerous Fae will probably just get bored and leave. Obviously, in every day life most Harengon only use a part of their full name, but traditionally all harengon are taught to memorize the full thing, just in case.

It’s common knowledge that Harengon are considered lucky. They have an unusual propensity for pulling victory from the jaws of defeat, or landing that one-in-a-million chance. Hilariously, this means that many casinos or gambling dens often ban Rabbit Folk from playing. Less amusingly though, it has also led to some ugly superstitions. One fairly harmless belief is that a kiss from a Harengon grants the kissed good luck. Some considerably less harmless beliefs are that drinking Harengon blood will give their luck to the drinker, or that having a charm made from Harengon teeth will ward off misfortune. There is little to no evidence that either of these superstitions are true, but doesn’t stop the depraved or the desperate from trying to find out…

On occasion, a Harengon will be born with pure red eyes. No pupils, no whites, just red. These Rabbitfolk are typically referred to as Unfortunates. Not because they’re particularly unlucky, but because they have a peculiar… Aura, let’s call it. Whereas normal Rabbitfolk are known for their supernatural luck, Unfortunates seem to almost suck the luck out of people around them. Specifically, people who wrong them. This is a very difficult thing to catalogue or measure, so it very well could just be a cultural belief of the Harengon, and not an actual phenomenon. But, well, they are from the Feywild. It also could be true…

Harengon aren’t immune to poison, but they are immune to several notable poisonous plants, such as hemlock and nightshade. In fact, they think these plants are quite tasty. They often eat them raw in salads, or cooked much like spinach. But the most famous use of these poisons, is the infamous Snake Blood wine. A potent, magically charged alcoholic wine said to taste like angel’s dreams and unicorn tears. Fanciful descriptions aside aside, it is an exceptionally valuable item, a luxury among luxuries. Brewing it is not only extremely difficult and time consuming, the method is a jealously guarded secret among the Harengon. And while it is still very much poisonous to most species, It can be imbibed by non-harengon, in very, VERY small amounts. Because of this, among wine enthusiasts, it’s become something of a pilgrimage or right of passage to taste the legendary Snake Blood wine of the Rabbitfolk.

One of the most common jokes people make about Harengon is that they love carrots. Because, you know, bunnies. The Rabbitfolk have no particular attachment to carrots, culturally or biologically. Though it’s not unheard of for them to like the orange vegetables, it’s no different than if a human liked them, just a matter of personal preference. However, some Harengon have heard so many stupid carrot jokes, that they have developed a deep seated hatred of them. There are multiple incidents of Harengon actively going out of their way to destroy carrots, out of sheer spite.

#dnd homebrew #dnd ideas #d&d ideas #d&d worldbuilding #dnd character concept #dnd #dnd stuff #harengon #rabbitfolk

[bugmomwrites]

So there was some drama cd somewhere where Kurapika got absolutely shitfaced and tried to teach an English class

This is…horribly unrefined. I typically beta my other stuff and edit for days, sometimes weeks, but new year new me I’m just posting my incoherent discord ramblings and casting them into the void

I’ll revise and add a read more in the morning but it’s like 3am here

Anyway here’s some drunken Kurapika, in which he loves you a lot but is too damn nervous to say anything

TW for puking, drinking, generally poor life decisions

There was some fancy ass party at the Nostrade mansion and y’all were invited. It was a black tie event, and Kurapika, while not technically on duty, was still expected to be on his best behavior

He’s normally so composed but by the time you arrive you see Melody encouraging him to talk to you, he seems to glance over to you, flush bright red, and toss back the rest of the champagne.

Why does he seem so nervous as he approaches you? He’s stumbling a little bit, but you don’t seem to notice, or you’re too polite to say anything.

At some point Leorio brings you a drink and asks you to dance; you initially wanted to ask the blonde but he looked like he was deep in thought about something, so you didn’t want to bother him.

A few songs in and Kurapika is downing another full glass as Melody warms him to slow down before he’s marching over to you and just straight up tells his friend that he’s gonna borrow his partner for a few songs

Jealous mf just needed some liquid courage

Anyway

You guys catch up and he seems to be a bit more openly expressive. You’re not really in any place to call him on it though, a few glasses in and you’re both firing jokes back and forth like a game of ping pong.

He’s not bad at ballroom dancing even if he is a bit tipsy, but you accepting after he swooped in on Leorio kinda set into motion “alright, I HAVE to confess tonight” bc if other people are noticing someone as lovely as you, he needs to hurry it along. Months of pining is nothing without action.

You’re both drunk and giggling as you twirl around, and you’re thoroughly enjoying this side of Kurapika. You don’t even notice you’ve moved off of the dance floor and off to the side a bit, but it feels more intimate away from the large crowd so you can’t say you really mind too much. Even as you almost go tumbling when he tries to spin and dip you the shared laughter is contagious, and now is the perfect time to confess.

The setting is perfect, you’re both smiling and laughing, you look gorgeous in your dress, and he put on his best suit for this- Leorio even lent him one of his favorite ties for the night. There’s something magical about the way the chandelier lights glow upon you, not that you didn’t already.

The time is now. He’s had enough booze to push his inhibitions aside for a brief window of time, and he wasn’t going to let it slip away. He’s leaning in closer, squeezing your hand gently as he opens his mouth-

And then promptly throws up

Yikes

Bro has never been so mortified in his life, and when his brain finally catches up to him he’s frantically apologizing and hoping that no one saw that

If you’re disgusted (as you should be), you don’t seem to show it on the outside, opting to wordlessly guide him to the washroom instead. He’s not sure if he feels better or worse that you’re not scolding him, but all you’re thinking is you need to get his drunk self out of sight before his boss sees

Thankfully, Melody notices and is quick to distract the few people nearby before they can notice the spectacle

The door is pushed open and you two make your way over to the sink as your face gradually shifts to one of concern. You’re bundling up paper towels and running them under water before turning to wipe his blazer off.

“I’ll be fine. I can clean myself up. Your boss is here, I don’t want you to get in trouble.” Even if you’ve already had a couple drinks and aren’t as sober as you should have been, you pull yourself together enough to put his needs first. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons he fell in love with you. There were plenty of others, sure, but this had to at least be in his top ten.

His blazer was cleaned and with that you went to wipe your own clothes off. He certainly did a number on you, but you wanted to make sure you got his first seeing as how his boss was nearby.

As much as he wanted to fess up, talking clearly hadn’t done him a whole lot of good tonight. Perhaps the alcohol was clouding his judgement, but his booze addled brain urged him to take direct action instead.

You were finishing wiping the rest of the mess off your skirt when you suddenly found yourself caged between the sink and a familiar pair of arms you had just been held in not even half an hour ago.

“Can I help you?" You giggled nervously at the proximity and determination on his bright red face, but it tapered off soon after his eyes shifted to a matching hue. You had already taken your heels off and set them aside to make them easier to clean, so if you didn't already feel small enough under his gaze as you were halfway up from your crouch, you certainly did now.

He simply reached behind you, grabbing some more paper towels to run under the water and wiping the missed spots on the front of your dress off for you. He had to make a conscious effort not to let his hands linger too far up on the bodice. The lacy neckline, while classy, still sent his mind into the gutter as thoughts of him marking you up filled his brain. Drunk or not, there was no way he’d get lumped in with a pervert like Leorio.

He was looming over you like a hawk, and you nearly short circuited as he went to lean in. Common sense rushed over you just in the nick of time though, the smell of booze on his breath too potent to ignore, and you quickly put a finger up between you before he could close the gap.

“I think you’re lovely, and I would be more than happy to kiss you later. But keep in mind you did down about six shots before throwing up on both of us. Alrighty?”, and with that, you ruffled his hair as you pecked his forehead. He groaned in embarrassment, burying his head into your shoulder.

“ Please don’t remind me…”

Gn guys if you enjoyed this pls reblog and help a bitch share her content

#bug mom writes #bug bites #hunter x hunter #kurapika #kurapika x reader #kurapika kurta x reader #tw: vomit #tw: drinking

[mr-voorhees-husband]

Ahem; villians of your choice x Virgin reader.

Of... Of MY choice? Carcal you spoil me. (also please send that other request of urs in I ficked up and deleted it on accident)

Lets see..

Telltale!Riddler + Batman Unlimited!Scarecrow

Tags: nsft, established relationships, gentle sex (all), corruption kink (Riddler),

Reader: Gender neutral, Virgin

Telltale!Edward Nygma "Riddler"

Evil

Okok, joking aside. Despite his sadistic streak, he's a very attentive lover (in and out of bed), and while he does have a bit of a corruption kink, he does his best to hide his smile when you admit you're a virgin

It's only fair he's the one to take your virginity, at least in his eyes. Who better than your loving boyfriend, the smartest man in the world. Edward is many things, and possessive is one of them.

Your first time has to be special, he decides. He has to make it enjoyable for both of you, but, mostly you. It's your first time, he's going to set the bar so high you couldn't find anyone like him. (again, possessive)

At first he's slow, gentle, letting you control the pace. Edward's a gentleman first, a villain second (at least with you, that is). It isn't until you get completely undressed does the darker side of him emerge.

"Look at that," Calloused hands rubbed your sex, making you moan at the feeling, "for a virgin, you're such an attention whore. My pretty litte attention whore, though." Edward nipped at your neck, a whimper choking it's way from your neck.

"Edward- oh god- please-?" You didn't even know what you were begging for, but judging by the grin against your jugular, Edward did.

"All in due time, my dear," The feeling of fingers prodding your entrance had you squirming. Edward pinned you down with his own body, slipping his middle finger inside of you. "All in due time.."

When he reaches this point, possessiveness and dirty talk reaches a maximum. While he's still going slow, and gentle, he's much more dirty about it.

He'll have you in a mating press, biting and kissing your neck, whispering a mix of praise and degradation in your ear as you scream out in pleasure.

He goes until you physically cannot anymore, and if you (somehow) outlast him, he expects you to let him use his mouth and fingers, after all, he's the experienced one.

Aftercare with him is absolutely amazing, though. He'll start up a bath, cleaning off the mix of sweat, tears, and cum from your body while telling you how good you did, how good you felt, and how he can't wait to do it again.

The morning after is met with a lavish breakfast, a bouquet of your favorite (non-deadly) flower(s), and a reservation for a restaurant you've been wanting to try.

You gave him the gift of your virginity, so he'll give you anything and everything you could ever want. It's the least he could do.

Batman Unlimited!Jonathan Crane "Scarecrow"

Doesn't believe you at first.

I'm dead serious, you tell him and he rolls his eyes and says "yes, and I'm still human."

It's not because Jonathan believed you slept around before the two of got together, he just seriously can't believe that someone hadn't gotten with you first. He thinks you're knock out gorgeous and he's... him.

Though, when you get upset at the reply, he realizes that you infact, are a virgin. And for a moment he sits there in utter shock because you telling him this implies you want him to take your virginity. After a moment he asks if you want him to be the one to change that.

Crane is a hard man to embarrass, he has the patience of a god (i mean, seriously, a psychological professor and ripped asf? That takes patience.) but when you answer him, that yes, you want him to take your virginity he's floored.

"Now?" Jonathan mutters, adjusting his pants as subtlety as he could while you stood infront of his sitting form. You fidgeted with your fingers, face burning bright red. "My dear?"

"I- I mean, we don't have to right now." Your face could rival a tomato right now, refusing to lock eyes with your lover.

"Alright, let me reiterate," He placed his book to the side, his glasses joining soon after. He stood up towering over you (because lets be honest, no matter how tall you are, there's a good chance he's taller). "Do you want me to make love to you tonight?"

Only a fool would say no.

He's big, in all forms of the word. Big hands, big arms, big co-

Despite the size difference, he's extraordinarily gentle, though, that doesn't mean he's letting you control the pace. He'll take care of you, but that means you're to be a good little subject for him while he figures out just what makes you tick.

Jonathan isn't even teasing you, either, he simply wants to know everything about you he can. One large hand holding down your wrists to keep you from struggling to much as he searches for the spot on your neck that makes you sob in pleasure. Going down on you for so long when he comes up a mix of drool and your climax is dripping down his chin.

If he ends up tiring you out before the main course, he's not disappointed at all. He'll go start you a bath, and once you're settled in there, he'll handle his 'problem'. If not though...

Jonathan will hold your hips up with one hand, the other wrapped around on of your own as he grind his hips against yours. Every moan of his name is met with a grunt and kiss, soft, almost worshipful praise falling from his lips.

As a Doctor (shh, ik he's not a normal doctor), he's amazing at aftercare. He'll clean you off, rubbing away any bruises he might have accidentally left. Before letting you curl up on his chest as he runs his hands through your hair. He doesn't need sleep that much anymore, but, he's more than happy to lay there a couple hours while admiring your beauty.

Your morning is met with plenty of kisses, cuddles, and a nice warm breakfast. While he's not the most affection, he can't help but let the rare touchstarved side of himself show.

#edward nygma #edward nigma #telltale #jonathan crane #batman the enemy within #telltale riddler #batman unlimited #batman unlimited scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #riddler #edward nygma x reader

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi! If it’s not too much, could I request a matchup for One Piece and Hikyuu?

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Demi

Zodiac/MBTI: Scorpio, INFJ-T

Appearance: 5’1”, Mid length blonde hair, very pale skin, light freckles across my nose, green eyes, slightly chubby

Personality: Due to being neurodivergent, I am incredibly guarded when I meet someone new…if my RBF isn’t scaring them off then my silence probably will! In all honesty, I’m just not used to people wanting to interact with me and I don’t know what to talk about- small talk has never been my strong suit plus I don’t know what kind of common ground we have. It makes finding topics to talk about difficult, but I make a great listener! I won’t really open up until I’ve met you a few times and I can tell that you won’t judge me, only then do I get a bit louder with my responses and start making little jokes (I might even tease someone every now and again! You have to be really special to me for that to happen though…) Stick with me long enough and you’ll get to see me for the clumsy, overdramatic, passionate goof that I actually am. I am the ultimate ride or die for those I care for and I want to make sure they know I care for them!!

Likes and dislikes: I love food (literally the least picky eater I know), looking at the stars, old movies, Star Trek, sunflowers, nicknames, greens/blues/yellows, bugs. My absolute favorite thing to do is laugh (it’s not hard to make me laugh, I am quite giggly. I also kind of like the sound of my own laugh, especially if you can get me to snort lol). I dislike large crowds, anything orange flavored, and when someone turns the tv up too loud.

Hobbies: Baking, sewing, writing, being terrible at video games but the best at card games

Extra info: I am quite literally the type to get deep red and have to spend 10 minutes factory resetting at the slightest hint of affection, I am not used to it at all. I will actually turn into goo, but please don’t stop, I secretly love it.

Thank you so much in advance!!

Hi Galaxy! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I am currently up to episode 447 (Impel Down) of One Piece, so please keep that in mind while reading. I hope you like your matchups!

In One Piece, I match you with...

Sanji balances you out nicely. For all your guarded, difficult to approach, somewhat standoffish personality traits, he’s there to counter it, for both your sake and others.

Will give you bouquets at every possible opportunity and always does his best to include sunflowers in there somewhere.

Always makes sure to remove orange flavouring from your food. If there’s a recipe that calls for it, he’ll make them normally but leave a few aside minus the orange so you can enjoy them as well.

If you thought you were ride or die, you clearly haven’t met Sanji. This guy takes loyalty to a whole other level. He’s never going to leave your side if he has anything to do with it.

Will pour all of his affection onto you, especially since he knows you secretly like affection and being flustered. He’s all over it, you’ll never feel neglected when he’s around!

In Haikyuu, I match you with...

Kuroo is another good match for you since I think you’re actually quite similar. The only difference is that Kuroo is a bit more outgoing than you.

He strikes me as someone who is neurodivergent as well so he can certainly empathise with you. If you’re the kind of person to infodump, he will eagerly return the favour, especially if you share interests.

Speaking of interests, I can definitely see Kuroo as someone who likes Star Trek and old movies. He finds them interesting and likes comparing them to modern films to see how much technology has improved.

I see Kuroo as someone who doesn’t mind being in big crowds but he’s also more than happy to help you avoid them if you prefer.

He’s a lot more subtle in his affection than Sanji but that doesn’t mean he won’t still fluster you. He’s got a way with words that seems to come out of nowhere and will leave you speechless.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #one piece #sanji #haikyuu #kuroo tetsuro

[thewertsearch]

Asks Compilation 27/6

I’ve heard about this! They’re both games about building up your house, so they’re a natural fit. Do send those games along when I get to the point when you can!

It’s just like being a furry - sure, it seems weird, but many subcultures do. There’s not really anything wrong with weirdness, after all. 

They’re a street gang, and they’re led by Gamzee himself. Watch out, Markiplier. 

The whole thesis of the music video is a celebration of everyday miracles. 

Sure, it’s presented in a pretty bizarre way, but there is a good point there - life is full of things that, by rights, should never stop impressing us. 

Jade + AC = future Juggalos? 

Look. All I’m saying is: have you memorized Maxwell’s equations?

Jokes aside, I guess it’s pretty easy not to know how magnets work when you explicitly don’t listen to scientists...

I didn’t even know there was one, to be honest.

It’s not unrealistic to see these thirteen-year-olds from 2009 dropping slurs, but I try not to include them in the commentary. 

Bec is the invincible Super Dog, and he will help her complete the level. He’s even white! 

Blue-bloods scoff at the low-brow Daedric, and Red-bloods think anyone who uses original script is stuffy and boring.

Thanks!! I’m finding I’m enjoying this project more with every Act. There’s just so much to get into with this comic!

It occurs to me that the later you find this blog, the more of a backlog you have to catch up on. Which, depending on your perspective, can be another positive!

As for the ‘sona.. to be honest, it’s taken a lot of willpower not to pause the liveblog and make a full fanfiction for her Sburb adventures. 🤣 Guess I need all the Sburb lore to do that, though, and it’s fun to slowly develop her session as we slowly learn how sessions work. 

Aw, shucks. Honestly, I haven’t really done any sprite art in years, but when I was answering the Alchemy ask, I realized I just had to depict these items I was coming up with!

Btdubs, I used Aseprite for all the art, including the gifs. Highly recommend it. 

Oh, dang it, I didn’t even notice! Gotta amend the script a little, because that might cause some problems with interpreting the text down the line. 

He kind of is that, isn’t he? 

This was my full prediction for Gamzee’s personality, based solely on his username. The guy isn’t exactly a thrill-seeker, but he is a sopor addict with little concern for his health. Once again, these usernames really say a lot. 

Yeah, if you actually think about what’s happening in John’s case, you can make an argument that his entry was the most stressful of all. He was the first in, and understood his situation the least, while Rose and Dave at least had the benefit of knowing what an Entry was. 

I didn’t think to interpret John’s hesitation to bite the apple as a deer-in-headlights response, but, now that I think about it, that may have been exactly what was happening. 

No, but now I wish it was.

Sally official title CONFIRMED as Chef of Food. 

Since it’s not Terezi, I don’t think any of the trolls we’ve seen so far are Vriska - the vibes aren’t right. I think it’s one of the five trolls we haven’t heard from yet...

Dimple, eh? I hope he doesn’t start possessing people, like some other Dimples I know...

* Smells like SC4L3M4T3S. 

That’s one of my favorite Undertale quotes, and it’s only fitting that it be a Terezi reference. 

I actually don’t remember fighting that dude in Undertale, but yep, apparently it’s a Hotland spawn. The references never end!

Thank you! Had a ton of fun making those items. 

I’ll hopefully be making more of them, down the line - maybe next time my Kidsona will try to make meta-items incorporating the Alchemiter, Kernelsprites, etc? 

Act 5 has been a great demonstration of dramatic irony. We know all the trolls will end up in the same session, and we know the session is doomed - the only thing we don’t know is how we got to that point.

Why does this feel like something Terezi would actually do?

And yeah, the gradual reveal that all of Terezi’s bizarre behavior with the kids was her actual personality is one of the best and most understated bits in the comic so far. 

Terezi would fit really well in the Ace Attorney universe - either as one of the many unhinged human lawyers, or as a straight-up alien in a crossover game. 

I honestly feel like Terezi would make a really good lawyer irl, with the proper training. Her mannerisms wouldn’t be a problem if she had talent - and I think she has talent. 

Heh. To be honest, the Witch class has always been the one that sounds the coolest to me. Bard and Maid are in joint second place, but I just love the irony of a technically-minded Player getting a mystically-flavored class - just like Jade did, I suppose!

#asks #full liveblog #act 5

[methinmycoffee]

*Spoilers for The Simpsons and Family Guy*

Simpsons: Who shot Mr. Burns?

Family Guy: And Then There Were Fewer

South Park needs to do a murder mystery episode. Many shows do them, but I’m just going to use The Simpsons and Family Guy for examples.

The Simpsons has the ever-famous “Who Shot Mr. Burns?” Duology, ending season 6 and beginning season 7 with two episodes centered around the mystery. While not technically a “Murder Mystery” it’s still an iconic whodunnit that sees the entire town turn against each other as the try and figure out the culprit. The ending is kind of a cop-out, when the shooter is revealed to be Maggie Simpson and she is not charged with a crime. (Originally the shooter was going to be Barney, and he was actually going to go to jail for a season or so). It’s still full of a lot of genuinely good clues, such as every clock reading 3:00 to hint at how the sun dial is supposed to be read.

Family Guy has “And Then There Were Fewer” which was the premiere for season 9. This 50 minute episode of the show contains no cutaway gags, and is a true to form murder mystery. We see the actual deaths of a few characters, including a character that was introduced in the episode (Stephanie), James Woods (who was later brought back, which is lame), Muriel Goldman, Derek Wilcox, Pricilla, and finally the killer, Diane Simmons, is shot after a showdown with Lois Griffin. This is my favorite episode of the show, honestly. Even though they brought back James Woods, every other character named remains dead throughout the show, and there are even a couple mentions of their deaths throughout, especially for Muriel and Diane. Diane Simmons was an especially prominent character throughout the first eight seasons, appearing as the co-anchor to Tom Tucker (yes that’s his name) every time the news was played, which is frequently. They give her character motivations for wanting to kill James Woods and frame Tom Tucker for it, which she reveals to Lois in a very dramatic scene towards the end of the episode. Honestly even if you don’t like Family Guy this is a pretty solid episode, aside from a few really lame jokes.

South Park, ever starved for ideas, could totally do something like this. It’s not like it doesn’t fit the tone of the show, and it’s not like we don’t have any side character to spare. It could also work fairly well as a weird dream episode or something, and then they could do it with the main class of 4th graders. I would hope they leaned more towards the Family Guy episode, and it seems like that would fit the show more. The one problem is that the cast of South Park is mostly children, but there are definitely side adults that we could lose, and they’ve never been above killing some kids.

Maybe we could drop some characters we haven’t seen in awhile, like Ned, and then move up to character we see often but wouldn’t really be missed. Someone irl (@unoficial-trader-joes) suggested the mayor and I think that could work. We could also drop some less-popular 4th grade characters, like Annie Knitts, Red McArthur, and if we’re feeling really wild maybe Scott Malkinson or DogPoo Petuski. It would be a fun time, I think.

(Also the Killer should be Kenny, and he’s killed in a final showdown like in the Family Guy episode, but then he just comes back because he’s Kenny)

#south park #family guy #the Simpsons #spoilers lol #idk if anyone actually wants this but me #but like wouldn’t it be a little bit fun #also Kenny would get screen time #(kill Roger Donovan) #this would be a fun time #also if it was a dream they could do like a horror movie parody #and even take out all the minorities first and be like this is what horror movies do #then they get in all their weird social commentary out #but also we would get to watch the gays get slaughtered and I’d say hehehehehehe #not in a weird way though #also guys I’m sorry that I watched and enjoyed family guy #but it’s really not that bad #okay that’s it #byeeeeeeeeee

[cinderellana]

𝑴𝒖𝒈𝒔

Steven Grant x Original Character

SUMMARY: Steven took out his girlfriend to shop for mugs. Fluff ensues.

PAIRINGS: Steven Grant x Female Original Character

WORD COUNT: 1320

WARNINGS: none

Description of OC: Valeria Galvez, Black and Hispanic, 178 cm.

“Val, lookit this one!”

Valeria puts down the red and gold mug she was inspecting down onto a table and glances at the one Steven points at.

Of course, another ancient Egyptian print mug. This one has Horus as the center of attention and random hieroglyphics plastered all over the black background. She had to admit this one was actually kinda cool.

“Tacky. Put it away.” She told him with an amused smirk. Still it impresses her how many different ancient Egyptian-esque mugs he could find. (It’s 8)

He chuckles as he puts it back in its place and continues browsing around. A low whistle can be heard from his side a few minutes later as he grabs another Anubis printed mug.

For context, yes, they’re mug shopping.

Surprise surprise, walking with both eyes glued to a new ancient Egyptian history book while holding a hot mug of coffee was not a good combination! The blap and crash can be heard all the way to the loo and Val didn’t even have the chance to check if her ass was wiped because she jumped so fast to see what happened. What happened was just as imagined.

Steven, the clumsy idiot, tripped and there she found him, face planted, glasses and book tossed aside, favorite mug in smithereens. And as a cherry on top, his fingers burnt. Might as well burnt his ears too as he listens to Val’s stern reprimands while she iced his reddening fingers.

“That was my favorite, actually.” He sulked, hair askew and face sullen.

“I know, you should've been more careful then.“ her tone was sharp, but said without any real anger in them. She blew on his burnt patches even though she knew the ice will do the job, so it’s just for good measure. Or maybe she just wants a good reason to hold and inspect the calluses on his pretty hand.

Steven was silent for a moment, (not so) sneakily admiring Val’s beautiful side profile and letting his thoughts settle on how gentle she’s handling his wound despite her harsh tone. A plan formed in his head. Finally, he piped up.

“What time do you get off tomorrow, love?”

“Hm? The usual shit, around 5-ish. Why?”

Thus a mug shopping (date) to take place the next day was proposed and accepted. He picked her up at the library after his shift as a museum gift shop-ist ended. Here they are now in a mug shop, located right beside the paperweight shop Steven frequents. It's not that big but it sells a hella bunch of mugs, as people expect from a shop that sells mugs.

Some sort of fuckin thrift store for mugs heh, Valeria chuckles to herself. He might actually have a knack for finding these types of places.

The shopping trip that was supposed to be an 8 minutes get and go, now becomes some sort of show and tell. Steven excitedly does both work with childlike jokes and glee. As a bonus content (he said) he explains who and which gods are displayed on each mugs he found and the baffling misinterpretation of them. How a single ceramic mug with Anubis art but the name “Ra” painted above it had insulted him beyond relief.

In her perusal, Val’s eyes land for a few seconds at a mug with a smiling hallmark teddy bear hugging a valentine heart. She mindlessly reaches for it, and frowns once she reads the cheesy inscription on the heart. She gagged when she realized it's part of a couples mug, and an identical one with a different colored smiley bear sits beside it. She puts it back with a look of utter disdain.

No shade for people who like those things, but couples stuff gives her the ick. Been there, done that.

Her relationship with Steven is out of the question. So don’t ask.

“Oh!” Steven’s exclamation caught her attention.

“Found one you like?” She walked towards him and leaned on a rack, staring at an old mug in his grasp.

He eyed the mug in wonder, eyebrows close knit, an expression usually reserved to when he’s deep in thought. “Yea, this little bugger caught my eye a bit. You see this?” He points at the art plastered on the mug, featuring an old man and a child surrounded by a green jungle, a promotional art that looks like something out of an adventure series aimed for kids. She nods.

“I don’t remember what series or movie this one is about, but I just think it’s ringing a bell. It's like my brain recognizes it but… it doesn’t at the same time.” He contemplates for a while as he stares at the mug, tongue in his cheek.

“Huh.” He concludes.

She eyed him, gears slowly turning in her head and decided to probe him a little further. “Maybe you watched one of the reruns back home? Or… a memory from your childhood?” She asked in a casual manner even though she knows damn well this is a thin line Marc warns and forbids her to cross.

Fuck Marc.

Unfortunately, (fortunately?) she didn’t get anything important out of him as he thoughtlessly answered, “Yeah, yeah, probably one of the two.” With his eyes still stuck on the mug, he hesitatingly puts it back on the rack with the other vintage mugs.

With his thoughts still distracted by the familiar mug, He checks his watch. “Oh deary me, I’m so sorry for keeping you here for so long, Valley. I’ll just get whichever looks nice and be done with it.”

“No. No, baby, you have to get a good one. You loved the damn mug as much as you love that new book you got yesterday, so you gotta at least get something as nice as that, yeah?” She turned and looked around again. Her hand started busy pulling out several mugs that look identical to the former favorite. None of them were approved by Steven. The sweet man did try his best to look like he liked them though, just to appease Val. It didn’t.

When all seems lost, Steven finally found something. He shyly tugs at the sleeve of her jacket to get her attention.

“What about this one?”

She peered into the chosen mug, it’s a soft shade of blue and has a smiling black cat looking to the right on it. With a white heart as an extra decoration.

It doesn’t have any similarities with the old one, size, color and all. So Val eyes him questioningly, what is this?

But then Steven grabs another one off the rack and shows it to her. A similar blue shade, but with a white cat looking to its left.

It's a couple’s mug. When combined, the cats on both mugs look like they’re kissing.

And it’s abso-fuckin-lutely cheesy.

She tilted her head back, snorted and laughed heartily once she put the two and two together. Can’t believe this is happening.

“Aww come on now. At least consider it? They look nice yea? Lookit them!” The man proudly bumped the two mugs showcasing the kissing cat. “Little lovebirds they are.” He gushed, seemingly smitten with the mugs. His dark eyes glimmering with hope as he waits for his beloved’s approval.

The things she’d do for this man.

She knew how down bad she was for Steven Grant right after she decided to put a spare toothbrush on his sink, but still, it surprises her from time to time.

She stepped forward to close their distance, pushed aside the ridiculous mugs, and leaned down to peck his dumb (often creased) forehead. Her dark red lipstick stain was visible once she pulled back. “Let’s go pay for this.” She didn’t give him a chance to pull out his wallet.

The mugs!

a/n it’s been a while since I post a fanfiction. So enjoy :)

#steven grant #steven grant x oc #steven grant x female original character #moon knight #steven grant fluff #domestic fluff #steven grant x fem!reader #marc spector

[galaxy-mermaid-musi]

Remember Me?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4

Yes, it finally has a name.

Hi @thelazywitchphotographer

Alex paced across her living room as she tried to think of how to proceed.

"You do realize there's another chair, right?"

"I know, but it helps me think." She clicked her tongue. "Don't question it."

Ronald leaned back. "So what can I question then?"

"Hmmm." Alex stopped, "Me?"

"But you just said-"

"Not about that! Just... maybe it would help if we took turns asking eachother questions and see what sticks."

He smiled, "Oh? So I get to know about a pretty lady and if it works I'll learn more? Sounds like a perfect plan."

"You. Are. Impossible." Alex rolled her eyes. "And you've already asked me like seven questions. I'm going first."

His smile only seemed to grow brighter, "Certainly."

"Okay.... What's your favorite color?"

Ronald's eyebrows raised, "Shouldn't you know that already?"

"I'm just trying to start simple and work up. And, no, 'all colors' does not count as a favorite color."

"Actually my favorite color is Navy Blue."

"Huh."

The smile fell. "You actually didn't know that, did you?"

"I think it's been a while since anything around it was brought up." She finally sat in the other chair. "I'm going to count that as a clarifying question, so it's your turn."

"Okay then! What's your favorite color?"

"Red."

"Ooh! Like roses?"

"Like the blood of my enemies." She deadpanned.

He scanned her over, confused and concerned.

Then Alex cracked a smile.

"Oh, so you can joke!" He sighed in relief.

She relaxed into the chair, "Yes, I can. But that aside my favorite color is canary yellow."

"Can I ask why?"

"It's sunny and cheerful like my friend. Well, friends."

"Who's your other friend?"

"It's not your turn." Her head shook.

"You let me ask a clarifying question before."

"That one was relevant to the original question asked. This one was not." She hummed, "How often do you go out to parties?"

"Once or twice a month? I think it was more frequent a while ago, but I'm not entirely sure why I slowed down."

She shrugged, "That I couldn't tell you. But you're right. A year ago it would have been every weekend."

"Do you go out and do anything?"

"I do karaoke night every now and then."

"You sing?" He felt a bit of familiarity with the idea but it disappeared almost as soon as it came.

"Yes, and no I'm not going to right now. I don't mind crowds as much when doing something I enjoy, but socializing isn't exactly my strong suit."

"You continue to be full of surprises." He beamed. "Guess that means I owe you two turns."

"I- sure." She paused, "What was your new first impression of me?"

If an expression could outshine the sun's he would have sworn his did at that moment, "I thought you were fascinating!

"A cute nervous woman declaring that my, our, workplace demanded she help heal me? I admit I wasn't sure you were telling the truth at the time. But you seemed earnest. If it was a plot to get close to me it seemed a convoluted an easy to disprove one."

"And then you found out it wasn't."

"It's even better!" His expression dimmed as he paused, "Well, on my side at least. It's probably harder on you that I don't remember everything."

"We're working on it!"

"Yeah, but it won't be the same will it? When I have my memories back we'll both still remember how it was when I didn't. Sure, maybe not much will have changed, but change will still happen."

Alex moved her chair closer to his. "Change will always happen. It doesn't mean that it's automatically a bad thing though. I mean, how else was I going to find out your favorite color?"

He laughed. "Yeah. You certainly would have never thought of that one!"

She smiled.

"That's not fair."

"What?"

"Your smile is so nice that I can't even sink into misery without it keeping me afloat!"

"Okay Cassenova. If you're so adrift then you'll have no problem answering my next question."

"Oh?"

"How many relationships have you been in?"

"Curious about my love life now? Did you like that I called you cute and fascinating with a nice smile?"

"I can kick you out at any moment, Nathaniel. You wanna test me?"

Ronald took a closer look around the room.

"After seeing your efficiency in the field? No ma'am."

"That's what I thought."

"I've been in... ten relationships I think? In the last decade at least. Though... huh."

"Huh what?"

"I just realized that I stopped looking for relationships not long after I stopped going to so many parties."

She looked confused, "That is strange, but probably nothing. It's your turn."

The bookshelf was a mix of work pamphlets, philosophy, murder mysteries, and...

"Wait, you like romance novels?" He asked, not entirely sure why.

Alex froze.

"I didn't mean to derail! It just seems a little out of character."

Shaking herself out of it with nervous laugh, "It's fine! They're... fine. Just a guilty pleasure. A bit of trash to pass the time."

"If you like them, they're not trash." He waved a hand, "Not in a flirty way this time. I just mean you don't have to rationalize your preferences."

She stood. "Right..! I'm going to get myself some water, do you want anything to drink?"

"Water's good."

She gave a small smile as she dipped around the corner.

#musismuses #ronalex #remember me?

[briamichellewrites]

80

Brad was extremely proud of his daughter. Awards shows could be stressful but she was handling everything like a champ! While walking down the red carpet, they stopped to do a couple of interviews with reporters. She spoke to the reporters as if they were friends she hadn’t seen in a while. He could imagine how nervous she was, though she didn’t show it. One reporter helped her when her walker got stuck on some power cables. Thank you!

Going up the stairs into the theater was difficult, so she took his arm, while he grabbed her walker. He was amazed by how many people offered to help his daughter because she was disabled. She graciously thanked them. During the show, he looked over at her every once in a while and saw a look of complete happiness. Her eyes lit up in a way they hadn’t for over a year. This was one of her dreams to come true.

She wanted to be there and he had made it happen. Growing up, she never asked for anything from him. Even after realizing who he was. It made him realize how well he had done as a father. She was one of the least spoiled kids anyone could ever know. He introduced her to movie stars like George Clooney, Matt Damon, Julia Roberts, and Leonardo DiCaprio but their fame never impressed her. The only time he had seen her freak out was when she met Bon Jovi.

He hoped to raise Shiloh the same way. Besides Cate Blanchett, who was her favorite person that she met? Robin Williams. He had been part of her childhood in his role as the Genie in Aladdin and never in a million years, did she think she would meet him! They talked about her dogs: Bruce and Freddie. He thought she was a joy to talk to and very outgoing.

At some point during the night, she took off her wig and set it aside on the table. Her head was feeling warm, so she had to cool down. She then got up because she had to use the bathroom. He got up with her and walked with her. After making sure she got in, he waited outside. He took out his phone and sent Anna a text to check-in. It was eight in the evening, so she had put Shiloh down for the night and was thinking of going to bed herself. He knew her routine well enough to know where she was.

Shiloh was experiencing new emotions, which often led to her having tantrums. He and Anna were doing their best to help her. Their parents joked that she was just getting a head start on the terrible twos. They heard that toddlers were the hardest age group because they were learning how to manage their emotions.

It was only three years, right? As tired as they were, they didn’t regret anything about having Shiloh. She was learning new things every day and he loved watching her explore her world. It reminded him of Elliot and how curious she was about everything. Speaking of, he checked the time as a woman asked if he was waiting for someone.

“I’m waiting for my daughter. Can you see if she’s okay, please? She has a walker.”

“Yeah, I can do that. What’s her name?”

“Elliot. Thank you.”

Yeah, she was okay. When she came out, he asked what happened. Her walker decided it didn’t agree with the floor. They went back to where they had been sitting. Around midnight, he took her home. Mike had driven to pick them up and they met him outside. After she got into the front seat, they folded up her walker and put it into the back with Brad. They were both tired but so happy they had gone! Was it a dream come true? Yes, it was!

She would remember it forever! They had to return her dress, purse, and wig but they could do that after a good night’s sleep. Mike and Phoenix couldn’t wait to hear all about it! He congratulated her on beating cancer! How did she feel? It was like all of the stress had completely washed away from the past couple of years. She could work on her physical therapy and focus on figuring out her next steps.

She was eighteen years old, so she was officially an adult. It felt weird because she had wanted to be eighteen for years but it didn’t feel much different than seventeen. He reminded her to take it one step at a time. Don’t rush trying to get back to normal. She just fought cancer for two years. Nobody was expecting her to pick up where she left off right away. The first thing she wanted to do was get into her pajamas and sleep! They laughed.

The next day, Phoenix and Mike came over. Because she was doing much better, they started talking about having a baby together. They discussed hiring a surrogate or adoption. Whichever they chose, she would be a part of the process as their honorary daughter. They found her in her kitchen eating lunch while the dogs played in the living room.

How were the Oscars? Amazing! She couldn’t remember all of it! Was it what she thought it would be? Yes, and more! She met Robin Williams, Cate Blanchett, and Emmy Rossum. How was meeting Robin Williams? He was just as wonderful in real life! She had nothing but wonderful things to say about him! They talked about Matt and her dogs. Why did they talk about Matt? Because Robin had done a movie with him back in the nineties.

“Good Will Hunting.”

“Oh, yeah! I forgot about that movie”, Phoenix said.

“I’m pretty sure it won a bunch of awards. That’s my proud Matt Damon fact.”

They laughed. Brad got Shiloh out of her crib. She put her head on his shoulder as they walked down to the kitchen. They were going to let mommy sleep in. Her hair was all over the place. He tried to smooth it out with his hand but it didn’t work. It would have to be combed later. She put her hand on her head. That’s your head. Where’s dada’s head? She put her hand on his head. Good job! She clapped.

After breakfast, they went back upstairs to play. They didn’t have to go anywhere, so they could stay in their pajamas for a while. He set up a toy a little out of her reach because he wanted to see if she would crawl to it. She pointed to it because she wanted it. After getting on her hands and knees, she rocked back and forth. One step at a time. He watched as she finally figured out how to move her legs and crawl across to her toy. Oh my god! She put pointed at him with the toy in her little fist.

Anna got to watch after waking up around eight-thirty. He put her down on the floor and they both encouraged her to crawl to mommy. She smiled and crawled over to her. Anna excitedly picked her up and kissed her little cheek! After six months, she had finally crawled! Shiloh clapped her hands, making them clap too. Yay! Now, they had to baby-proof the house.

After lunch, they told her their news. Oh my god! She couldn’t wait for a mini Mike and Phoenix! Were they thinking about adopting? They weren’t sure yet because they were also looking into hiring a surrogate. She couldn’t do it because she was infertile, though she would love to. They understood. Would she want to be a part of the process? Yeah! She would love that! They thought she would.

With the band taking a break, it seemed like the perfect time to do it. That’s three good things! She didn’t care what happened next because she was too happy! Phoenix jokingly reminded her she had physical therapy the next day. God damn it, she joked back. They laughed.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[porteurdereve]

2, 3, 4

How did you get into this franchise/fandom?

My brother often played FFXIV when he was back from school, and I found myself watching him go through it. After a while, I wanted to play it. So I made character on his account (unfunny enough, a red headed cat boy), though I wasn’t too great at handling the PS4 controls, and held back a lot of dungeons as a paladin. So I gave up. A few months later, I wanted to try again, so I bought it on my computer-- and I have been addicted ever since. Yoshi-P, I love you, so very much *mwah*

What’s the best thing about the show/series/books/comics/etc.?

I feel like the best thing is the savage/ultimate fights, because they are SO FUN to learn and go through. They’re engaging, fast paced, and requires teamwork like no other game I’ve played. Having the right static in a fight just feels so fun! Aside from that, the community. Not only are people relatively nice in the game, but they feel connected through the developers. The develops listen to our memes, our jokes, our voices, and they want to give back the love that we have given them. So many tears were shed for the developers, and we cannot thank them enough for all their hard work. Now, lemme tell you a story. A  year ago, my favorite mangaka, Kentaro Miura, passed away. I love Berserk, because when I was diagnosed with PTSD, I had it rough trying to heal from unprocessed trauma. Reading Berserk helped me process that trauma. I know it’s a heavy story, but the story is about survival and healing after severe trauma. I needed that in my life. So, when he died, I felt empty and lost. I cried for an hour at my computer, absolutely torn, running around Ul’dah aimlessly-- then I saw him. A lone Dark Knight, standing with a bonfire. I knew what he was doing without asking. I joined with him. Soon, a line of people came up and stood with us. Then we learned different servers all across the world did the same thing. We all mourned Kentaro Miura TOGETHER. If you’re curious about it, there’s a news article pertaining to the event. We began talking about Berserk, how it changed out lives, our favorite characters, what was our favorite media that was inspired by Berserk. I felt I had a moment of closure with all these people I didn’t know, and we never met again. It felt so cathartic, and I was able to grieve with someone. Of course, the story is amazing. Absolutely perfect. I feel as if Shadowbringers and Endwalker really reflected our current situation with COVID, and in times of despair and grave loss, we power through to be there for each other. I just love this game, holy crap.

What’s the worst thing about the show/series/books/comics/etc.?

The WORST thing? There’s tons of frustrating things about this game. I mean... well... this is hard. I love everything about this game, and I don’t do a lot of RP, hang out and talk to people, or housing-- but I’ve heard a lot of complaints about materia melding (which I don’t do), and housing system (which I don’t have money for), and rude people. Of course there’s going to be rude people in the game, there’s rude people everywhere. You’d be hard pressed to find a community that doesn’t have its share of bad eggs. I THINK THE WORST THING (and this is stupid i know) IS THAT WE DON’T HAVE A DATING SIM KNOCK OFF. Or even, like a social bond system. It’s so dumb, but when you create such interesting, deep, and lovable characters, at least give us crumbs to see our WOL with them. CRUMBS. just tiny little mice crumbs. Oh well. I am hoping that the Island Sanctuary will allow our friends to come and visit to give their good wishes. I mean the WOL is BORED now, at least let their friends come visit them in their sanctuary. TBH I love this game, and I advise everyone to give it a try at least once. Having started at the end of Heavensward, I already feel as if my WOL has grown, matured, and changed because I have over the years. *chefs kiss*

#-- from a distance star | ooc #tw: long post #long post #I JUST LOVE THIS GAME #kleinstar

[princekirijo]

For theism game, Neptune, Libra and Comet???

Thanks Tumblr for not showing me this 🙄 /s

Neptune: When’s your birthday? 

8th of May! (YES IT'S THE SAME AS MITSURU'S HEHEHE 😈)

Libra: Favourite colour? 

Oooh tough one. It changes a lot but right now it's red specifically crimson! Blue is another big favourite of mine along with emerald so it tends to be one of those three.

Comet: What’s your big dream?

Another difficult one. I suppose it would be to design my own game? Maybe even start my own game development company.

#asks #kalidontskrrt #thanks for the ask! #and yeah tumblr is so kind hiding this from me 🙄 /s #/s means sarcastic for anyone who doesn't know #BUT YES I AM LEGALLY A MITSURU KINNIE 😈😈😈😈 #i think thats part of the reason i got so invested in her at the start because i was like oh same birthday lol #and what do you mean its suspicious that crimson is my favorite color definitely not based off a certain red head ahaha no not that #jokes aside though red has been my favorite for a while #red blue and green it switches #occasionally gold too i love gold #and yeah the dream thing isn't that big #because it's relatively easy to make a game if you know how to code!? #as in there are plenty of resources available and stuff like that #its not like climbing mount everest or anything #but yeah i guess its getting the motivation to do it #and i certainly don't have a lot of that 😔 #ok if you read the tags you can have a second dream: to get an official diagnosis on my adhd #or at least whatever is going on in my head #it's stupid i know #but i just want to know so i can get help #but again thanks for the ask!

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The brothers react to s/o wanting to touch their wings/horns

Our precious obey me brothers react to you wanting to touch them in their demon form~

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor x gn! reader (seperate)

Warnings/Disclaimers: fluff, wholesome ness, nothing really~

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♥︎ Lucifer

He was working on some paper work when you knocked on his door. "Come in" and you do as he said, "Do you need anything, Mc?" You fumble on your words and look anywhere other than Lucifer. He grows curious and raises an eyebrow. "Mc?" Upon hearing his call for your name, you snap out of your trance. "Ah.. I wanted to ask you something.." Lucifer hums in amusement, you gulp. "Can I touch your wings..?" "What..?"

Don't get me wrong! This man is delighted but won't show it because he's the avatar of pride, what did you expect?? 🤨

He's just a bit surprised, never in his whole life in devildom has he heard someone, better yet a human, ask him if they could touch his wings though he's probably been waiting for this moment his entire time being with you

He'll sit down on the bed, back facing you and get in his demon form. Now, Lucifer's wings are sensitive because this man demon, has been touch starved his entire time being in Devildom. He has FOUR wings, AND THE FACT THAT THEIR ALL SO FLUFFY IS KILLING YOU

"Ah ah ah, gentle" His wings are fluffy but firm. This becomes kind of a bonding time for both of you, you get to feel his fluffy wings and he gets to relax. A win win situation.

10/10 wings are floofy

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♥︎ Mammon

Mammon was tired, not only physically but also emotionally. While you were scrolling through Devilgram on his couch, he barged in the room, closed the door and layed his head on your lap... In his demon form...-

"Mammon? Why are you in your demon form..?" You ask him hesitantly, afraid that he might break down. "Tired" he says, muffled by your lap. You slowly put your hands on his hair and start massaging his head, you also include his horns. "W-what are ya doing??" He asks, you smile and say "rubbing your horns, can I not?" Mammon clears his throat. "Of course ya wanna touch the Great Mammon's horns! The only reason why I'm lettin' ya touch em is because I'm tired. Ya better be grateful!" You hum, letting him know that you are grateful. Unbeknownst to you, Mammon was a blushing mess, like Lucifer, he won't ever admit he likes it.

All jokes aside~ Mammon really enjoys getting rubbed by his human~ once you guys did this again, Mammon fell asleep, and you couldn't get him to wake up when you wanted to go to the washroom, you had to call Beel and Levi to carry him so you could go to the washroom 🧍‼️

Noww~ Let's talk about his horns! His horns are smooth and a bit of a rough kind of texture. But nonetheless, his horns are steady.

8/10 - cute, don't make him fall asleep- or you won't get to use your bathroom privileges when he's drop dead on your lap 💀💥

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♥︎ Leviathan

Now this demon, saw one of his favorite streamers with their s/o, and while they were gaming, they said that they let their s/o play with their horns while they game. And the streamer said that it was really relaxing and that it helps with gaming. And so, Levi being Levi... He wanted to try it with you!

And so this is how you guys were in this position, him being in his demon form, you behind him in his gaming chair giving his horns a rub while he streams, and oh! Did I forget to mention that he was so red, it almost looked like a filter?? 😀

Apparently, his favorite streamer said this was relaxing and that it helps them game, and man.. he lost a WHOLE match of Mario cart?? Like?? Please.. you're gonna give him a heart attack.

His chat keeps on teasing himmm in a good way ofc!

Brocken123 💔: "looks like Leviachan is using a filter from how red he is lolol"

TSL_lover: "Leviachan with his s/o! How cute lmaoaoa"

Mammoney: "oi quit being all love Dovey on camera!"

MonSolo: "Mammon, I think they can do whatever they want"

Mammoney: "Mc is my human! I'm their first!"

Asmochan 💖: Mammon, you're hopeless~ Mc! After this stream can you rub my horns aswell?~ ❤️

One time, his chat asked you if you love him, and you replied with "yes I do love him, very very much!" And proceeded to kiss him on the cheek. Everyone in chat kept on saying that Mc and Levi are cute together and such~ though Levi almost fainted on the spot, but let's not talk about that

Overall 10000000/10 - so cute! He looks like a tomato and it looks so adorable ;))

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♥︎ Satan

It was a regular day on Devildom, you and Satan were just enjoying each other's presence, Satan reading a book, and you playing on your D.D.D, nothing out of the ordinary. Not until you asked him if you could file his horns. Like Lucifer, he was caught by surprise.

Yet even through his suprised face, he replied with a hushed "Sure" He has never had anyone file his horns other than himself so it's quite natural for him to be a little nervous.

When you first touched his horns with your hands it was nothing out of the ordinary, but when you touched a certain part for example, he PURRED???? Both of you were shocked, and he looked so embarrassed. Please reassure him :((

Although when you start filing his horns did he realize that this felt nice, and that the both of you should do this more often than not. "Mm.. right there" you brush on the base of his horn, "here feels good?" He hums in delight. "We should do this more often. I find this quite relaxing." He says, you smile and respond with a "I'd love that."

He's so cuteee! Please file his horns more oftennn! He loves it! And if he could, he would stay like this forever with his darling :")

This one time with your filing sessions, he was asleep. A cat came out of his closet and went on the bed and cuddled on his arm and fell asleep. It was the cutest sight ever!

1000000000/10 - super wholesome! <3

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♥︎ Asmodeus

Asmo was actually the one to suggest it, and you just happily obliged. You guys were doing one of your gossip sessions and such when he thought of the idea, he went on his demon form and told you to touch his wings

You touched them and unlike Lucifer's wings, it felt firm and smooth. All the while you felt his wings, he was ecstatic. Many of his partners have touched his wings and horns before, but Asmo swore this was the first time it felt so good, and he thought it was probably because it was you who was touching him.

For the first time in years, he finally felt love, genuine love. The love that makes you feel all fuzzy and warm on the inside. And for once, you could say Asmodeus is inlove with you. A human exchange student whom won his heart.

In all reality, Asmo just wanted someone to actually love him for who he is. Not just his role, or sin. But because of himself. "I love you, Mc!~ I could kiss you right now! In fact~ let's kiss shall we?" He thinks he's the luckiest demon ever, to date someone as kind and loving as you are. Much like Satan, he wouldn't mind staying like this forever.

100/10 please comfort him and tell him you love him <333

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♥︎ Beelzebub

This happened when both of you were just together and talking about nothing at all, when you suddenly remembered this one post in Devilgram, about a person filing their s/o horns and how to do it.

You asked if you guys can do it, and he agreed..... Just of course, keep the food in arms length.

Beel was eating when you were filing his horns. "Why dwo yu nweed to fwil mwi howns?"("Why do you need to file my horns?") He says while eating with his mouth full. You chuckled and replied with "So that they don't look all rough and old" Beel just hums while he continues to gobble up all the food.

All honesty, Beel felt really good when he ate food, when you file his horns every week, he makes sure to bring food because it's kind of a habit to bring food when you file his horns.

He wishes to repay you back with a massage, but he doesn't know how to :"))

Beel ends up making you food instead. "Want to have some Beel?" Beel just shakes his head and frowns "No, I can't, I made that food for you." You chuckled and push the plate of food toward him. "I won't be able to enjoy this food if you don't eat it with me" He looks at the food and at you and back at the food. "Really?" You nod in reply. The both of you guys ate the food together <3

10/10 - precious baby Beel 💕

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♥︎ Belphegor

In the middle of your cuddling session, you thought of a great idea. Facing Belphegor, you ask him if you could file his horns. He sleepily obliges and goes in his demon form.

You place his head on your lap and start filing, before Belphie fell asleep, you asked him if you could also touch his tail. He responded with a low hum.

Belphie was sleeping the whole time you were filing his horns and brushing his tail, but he's got to admit, he got pleasant dreams. He's never felt so relaxed with someone filing his horns. He wishes to sleep on your lap forever and ever.

He lets out little hums in delight aswell! When he's sleeping and you brush on the tip of his horns, he feels as if he's floating in full on euphoria. Belphegor along with most of his brothers won't admit that he likes this, but he will drop hints to when he wants you to touch his horns while he sleeps, like this one time when he randomly changed to his demon form and layed his head on your lap, and at that point, you knew he liked it when you touch his horns. "Belphie? Do you want me to touch your horns again?" You ask, clearly amused. With that Belphegor blushes a little. "Yeah.. I want to sleep" You happily get to work.

100000/10 - Sing him a lullaby please :")

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𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆! 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆~ 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐! 𝑫𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒐𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏!~

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝙸𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎 <3

#obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers

[monocaelia]

comforting you after a nightmare headcanons

nightmares aren't fun, but luckily you have someone there to protect you.

feat. albedo, diluc, childe, kaeya, xiao, zhongli

genre : hurt/comfort, fluff

note : hbd to me!! here's a gift from me to you with one of my favorite tropes, hehe <:

❀ albedo

albedo isn't one to dream much, let alone rest. he's always caught up in his own research and experiments that sleep isn't really needed if he wanted to be more productive in his research, despite the worried comments from sucrose and your lighthearted nags that he'll stay short forever.

though, that isn't to say that he's not interested. there are many times that albedo has caught you dozing off in his laboratory while waiting for him to be done with his experiments. he would be lying to himself if he didn't wonder what could possibly be playing in your mind to make you be smiling like that while unconscious.

this time, though, is an exception.

test tubes and flasks filled with various liquids and concoctions fill albedo's workspace as he examines each and every one before filling in his notebooks with descriptions and drawings of his work. there's a shuffle from his other desk and his eyes shift up to glance at you. albedo's gaze softens at the sight of his coat draped over your shoulders as they move to the rhythm of your breathing.

he wonders why you choose to stay at his laboratory so late and wait for him to finish his research rather than head home alone and sleep in your much more comfortable bed. albedo supposes you find comfort in his presence, an odd thing to be comforted by really.

however, the gentle smile quickly falls from his face the moment he hears the quiet whimpers and pleas. as quickly as he could, albedo moves to your side and gently shakes you awake. he isn't the least surprised when your eyes snap open and a gasp leaves your lips.

"...are you alright?" the question breaks you from your daze and you seem to relax when you realize you aren't dreaming anymore. though, the way your hands and shoulders shake doesn't escape the sharp eyes observing you.

"come on, i think i'm done with my research for now. we can head home if you'd like?" albedo smiles when you nod your head, but as he turns to pack up and prepare to leave his laboratory your hand shoots out to grasp his own.

albedo is surprised at first, but the shock melts into endearment as his hand pulls yours up to his lips. he presses a gentle kiss on your knuckles, reassuring you that he'll be right there for you. that you wouldn't be alone.

"nightmares, huh? ...i wonder if i can concoct something to help eradicate the chances of them appearing. oh, don't worry, i won't leave your side for the rest of the evening. promise."

❀ diluc

diluc isn't prone to nightmares, honestly he probably gets them quite often. or maybe even dreamless dreams if he's lucky. well, considering he sleeps at all. he's busy being the darknight hero of mondstatdt in the dead of night, so sleep doesn't come by often for the red haired vigilante.

even when he does get nightmares, there's not many people he can call to or rely on to help comfort him. he doesn't trust any of the knights, and he definitely doesn't trust kaeya to help at all. so comforting someone isn't something he knows how to do well.

but he tries his best to comfort you in any way, shape, or form if you ever needed him to.

the knocking against his door is quiet, nearly nonexistent if diluc was preoccupied with anything other than trying to sleep. he would have ignored it if it weren't for the quiet whisper of his name from a voice he recognized. sighing, he rises from his bed and heads over to his door, mentally preparing himself for whatever you're planning to throw over his head.

instead, diluc is met with your cheeky smile. you're definitely up to no good, but he hasn't quite figured out what you were going to do or say. before he could even question why you're standing outside his door in the dead of night, you interrupt him.

"wow diluc! fancy seeing you here, do you come here often?" he deadpans at you and nearly closes the door to go back to sleep. but he notices the way your fingers twiddle, a sign that you're nervous about something. his eyes flicker to your face, scanning anything that would give him clues on what's on your mind.

"what happened?" diluc's brows furrow in worry seeing the way your smile falls and the way your body begins to curl in on itself. he offers a hand for you to take, an invitation for you to be comforted by the stoic man in front of you. he lets a small smile grow on his lips when he sees you brighten up a tad at his invitation.

your hand is encased in his own, scarred and rough with callouses but comforting and warm at the same time.

"go back to sleep, it's already getting really late. if you need anything, though, i'll be right here until the dawn rises."

❀ childe

although sleep is necessary to maintain perfect health, childe finds it difficult to maintain a proper sleeping schedule due to his job as a fatui harbinger. when the tsaritsa calls, he needs to be there immediately to come to her aid and carry out her orders regardless of how inconvenient it was for him.

but, having many siblings, especially younger ones, has always prepared childe to comfort and protect anyone that he holds close to his heart. nobody, not even nightmares, can get close enough to harm the people he loves, not if he's alive to knock them down a peg.

which definitely includes you, someone who holds his entire world in the palm of your hands.

childe finds you awake at the dead of night after one of his shifts at the northland bank. which is surprising considering you're always asleep before he gets back home from work, always trying to stay up to welcome the harbinger home but always succumbing to the sweet embrace of slumber.

a mischievous grin grows on his lips as he plans to spook you, but as he nears your body, the shaking of your body and quiet sniffles reach his ears. immediately, childe's hand is on your shoulder and he frowns when you yelp and whip around to see him.

"o-oh, ajax, i didn't expect to see you home so soon. i was just getting ready for bed." a white lie. childe presses his lips into a thin line, his hand reaching out to catch a tear falling from your cheek. did...did he do this to you? was he being a bad partner for not putting aside more time for you?

as if reading his mind, you vehemently shake your head and grab onto childe's wrist. "no! no... it's not what you think i just had a really bad dream and couldn't go back to sleep. don't worry, you don't need to beat yourself up over this." he relaxes immediately at your comment, but he still feels bad for leaving you alone when you needed someone to comfort you.

childe leans over, cupping your face in his hands as he showers your face in featherlight kisses. your giggles fill the room and the habinger can't help but laugh as well, especially after pressing a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips. "how about i cook you a nice stew for tonight? it always helped teucer calm down when he was scared."

and you take him up on that offer. the rest of the evening is filled with light laughter from the both of you as childe moves around the kitchen and tells you stories of his childhood. the scene is comforting, peaceful, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"how about we turn in for tonight? don't worry, nothing will harm you as long as your big, strong ajax is by your side!"

❀ kaeya

despite his title of being a "lazy" and "laid-back" captain of the calvary, kaeya isn't one to sleep too much. he has a regular sleeping schedule, though there are some nights where the memories of his past haunt him and he stays up reminiscing about how things were.

he's one to brood alone, not letting anyone see him vulnerable. but he likes to be relied on. there isn't a bone in his body that prevents him from helping anyone in need, even though the way he gets things done is quite... unconventional to everybody else's standards.

but when you call to him for help, he’s there in an instant.

the sound of rustling from beside kaeya stirs him from his slumber. he squints, his good eye focusing in the darkness of his room before landing on your curled up figure beside him. he figures you’re just shifting in your sleep and closes his eyes again, but you shift again and sigh. surely, you’re not sleeping at this point.

kaeya gently calls out your name, a warm smile on his face when he sees you startle from his voice. though, his smile melts away from his face when he sees your expression. it doesn’t help that you flinch slightly when his hand reaches over to brush against your cheek.

“sorry, i just…i’m still shaken from my dream and-“ your apologies are cut short when kaeya sends you a comforting smile and cups your jaw in his hand. he assures you that it’s fine.

“are you okay? how long have you been up?” it takes you a moment too long to come up with a lie that would put your lover at ease. when you come up with an answer, kaeya is already staring at you with his mismatched orbs, one of deep sapphire and the other a light, milky blue color. you can’t lie to him now.

so you tell the calvary captain about the dream you just had, not going too into details with what really shook you. and kaeya listens to everything you say, a hand firmly on your arm to remind him that you’re with him and not whatever occurred in your dreams.

he makes little comments here and there to lighten the mood, though he knows when to keep quiet so you can talk it through. when you finish talking the dream through, kaeya pinches your cheek, chiding you for dreaming of such things.

but he reassures you that you’re fine, and that he’s here to protect you should anything from your dreams come into reality. he jokes about letting you handle everything alone, but you know he wouldn’t despite how cheeky he is.

"don't let the bedbugs bite, [name]. haha, kidding. i'll be here to fight them off if you need me. i am a captain after all."

❀ xiao

xiao isn't unfamiliar with nightmares and dreams. don't forget, one of his duties under the reign of the yaksha's previous master was to devour the dreams of the innocent. it had gotten to the point where dreams were the only things he could stomach, despite detesting the intent behind it.

despite it all, though, xiao is still an adeptus who protects the mortals and the innocent of liyue. his sole job now, under his contract with rex lapis, is to protect even if it means throwing his life away. with a swift call of his name, he would be there to be the guardian of liyue and anyone residing in it.

and that includes you, the sole mortal that the young adeptus enjoys the company of.

a gasp tears through your throat as you sit up in your bed, sweat dripping down the side of your face. your eyes are blown wide open with the visions of your nightmare still clear in your mind. the rapid beating of your heart and panting are the only sounds heard in your otherwise quiet bedroom.

curses spill from your lips as you cradle your head in your hands, your knees pulled up to your chest to try and make yourself as small as you possibly could. but to no avail, no matter what you did to comfort yourself or make yourself forget the nightmare, the visions still flashed in your memories every time you closed your eyes.

you don't hear the rustling from your window, nor did you feel the presence of someone crouching from behind your curtains. it's only when he gently calls your name do you whip your head around, eyes coming face to face with golden eyes that gleam in the moonlight.

"xiao... sorry i didn't see you there," you stutter, quickly wiping your eyes and turning away so the young adeptus wouldn't see you crying. his eyes narrow at you, eyebrows furrowing as a frown settles on his face. "what are you-"

your hands are pulled away from your face and you're pulled closer to him. "you're crying." you try to deny xiao's observation and reassure him that you're fine, but a hand gently brushes against your cheek.

xiao doesn't say anything when the tears begin falling down your face again. he doesn't say anything when you jump into his arms and bury your face in his chest. you feel his arms firmly wrap themselves around you. he doesn't say a word, but his actions alone assure you that he would be there with you for the rest of the evening.

"sleep. should any more dreams come to haunt you during your rest, i'll be here to dispose of them."

❀ zhongli

as an archon, zhongli doesn't find much need for sleep. he's a god and no god needs sleep to be energized for the following day. it's not like it would do well for him anyways, seeing as he would much rather prefer strolling the lit up streets of liyue harbor in the late evening before returning to his home to drink tea and relax.

that's not to say he isn't familiar with dreams and how they can affect mortals. he knows full well the impact they can have, especially if they're dreams filled with horrible outcomes or stuff nobody would like to be reminded of.

so when you come to him to seek comfort after a horrible night, he's ready to welcome you into his embrace.

the gentle whisper of zhongli's name alerts him of your presence from the hallway in your shared home. the archon lifts his head to look at you, eyes made of molten gold meeting your shaking gaze. "what's wrong, dear?" you don't answer his question and instead shift your gaze to the ground.

zhongli tells you to "come here" in the gentlest voice he could muster, and you do. as soon as you sit beside your lover, his hand comfortingly holds your jaw and lifts your face so you can see him. there's nothing but endearment and love in his gaze. "you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."

he hums in amusement seeing the way your body relaxes after that. there's a gentle tug on your arm, a signal for you to find comfort in zhongli's embrace, and you find yourself snug in between the archon's arms. you inhale deeply, zhongli's comforting scent filling your lungs.

his hands rake gently up and down your spine and hearing his heartbeat from where you rest on his chest calms you immensely. if it weren't for your nervous, rhythmic tapping against his arm, zhongli would have assumed you fell back asleep in his arms.

"would you like to hear about the play i've been attending to recently? the plot is quite interesting, i think you would enjoy it." he attempts to distract you for a while to calm your nerves after waking so abruptly, and it works, not to his surprise.

as he drones on and on about the plot that doesn't quite make sense to you in your dazed state, the archon notices the way your fingers have stilled and your breathing has evened out, much calmer and more regulated than before. zhongli smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"it's starting to get late. you should try to rest again. don't worry, i'll be beside you should anything happen to you once more."

#albedo headcanons #albedo x reader #diluc headcanons #diluc x reader #childe headcanons #childe x reader #tartaglia headcanons #tartaglia x reader #kaeya headcanons #kaeya x reader #xiao headcanons #xiao x reader #zhongli headcanons #zhongli x reader #genshin impact #genshin #didi writes #i wanted to do thoma but TT there's nothing on his wiki

[robininthelabyrinth]

Initiative - aka NMJ and JYL get engaged - ao3 or tumblr pt 1, pt 2, pt 3

Nie Mingjue was always glad for an excuse to leave a boring political meeting, although he was surprised that Jiang Yanli had been bold enough to send a note requesting his immediate presence before they were married.

Certain jibes had been made at his expense by his fellow sect leaders, of course, but he had shrugged them off. Let them think him overly indulgent; what did he care? He enjoyed having someone to dote on when he had the chance, and anyway he didn’t think Jiang Yanli would ask him to come out so quickly over nothing – though it was interesting she asked for him to join her, rather than asking for her brother.

“Mistress Jiang?” he said, walking into the room in Jinlin Tower where she was waiting for him. Her posture was tense, her hands clutched together under her sleeves. “What’s the matter?”

“Do you know where the Wen sect survivors were sent?” she asked. “It’s a matter of – some urgency. If you don’t know, we’ll have to find out another way.”

We, he thought. Wei Wuxian, no doubt, since Jiang Cheng was still inside the hall, enduring the politics that came with any meeting between sects. And Wei Wuxian did not, generally speaking, have the best ways of figuring things out.

“The Jin sect has not shared that information publicly,” he said slowly, and saw her shoulders slump in disappointment. “But that does not mean I don’t know it. What is the issue?”

Jiang Yanli explained in a few sentences: a woman looking for a brother, a young man who had helped rescue Wei Wuxian during the war, a doctor’s assistant, who’d even gone so far as to poison his own people to save members of the Jiang sect and then spent the majority of the war in a prison, and yet now they thought he had been trapped in a prison camp, being abused…a young man surnamed Wen.

A young man called Wen Ning, or Wen Qionglin. It was not a name Nie Mingjue remembered.

But the one searching for Wen Ning was his sister, Wen Qing - and that was a name he did remember.

Wen Ruohan’s favorite nurse.

Nie Mingjue’s jaw clenched at the thought. He’d spent more than half his life avenging his family, and had always assumed the Wen sect would do the same if they were allowed to live; he had never stinted on hating all of them without exception, without quarter. Wen Ruohan was a murderer and a tyrant, and his family supported him with nary a word in protest until the tables had turned and it was their own lives at stake – was it not evil to support evil? Could Wen Ruohan have done as much as he did without Wen Qing’s medicines and treatments, without Wen Qionglin’s silent compliance? Did it really matter that they had been threatened, as so many other people had been threatened?

No. Duress could explain many things, but it never excused standing aside in the face of murder. Wen Qionglin and Wen Qing were, at best, accessories to a hundred crimes, and deserved exactly none of his sympathy.

And yet.

It was not them that was making a request of him.

Patient, calm, gentle. Forgiving. These were all traits he wanted in his bloodline, traits he lacked and knew he lacked. Traits that Jiang Yanli possessed: matching strength to weakness, weakness to strength.

Nie Mingjue did not love Jiang Yanli, not yet, but if he was not willing to even trust her, it was better not to marry at all.

“Very well,” he said, deciding. “Are they waiting outside? We will go at once. Huaisang will make my excuses.”

“…Huaisang will?”

“He’ll stutter and obfuscate and make a tolerable mess of it,” Nie Mingjue said, not without a mixture of exasperation and fondness – he knew his brother too well. “And as a result they won’t know where or why we’ve gone for at least another half a shichen, if not more.”

(Knowing Nie Huaisang, he might ‘accidentally’ end up implying that Nie Mingjue had gone to enjoy some afternoon delight with his soon-to-be bride, but Nie Mingjue was too polite to mention something like that to Jiang Yanli.)

Jiang Yanli nodded, and slipped her hand into his, squeezing briefly. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “I know what it all means to you.”

“I can only give you the benefit of the doubt,” he said, trying to be honest but probably coming off as harsh. “For the rest of it, I will decide when we are there.”

Wei Wuxian didn’t have his sword, as always these days, and Wen Qing, shivering behind him, had lost hers, but Nie Mingjue brought along four Nie sect cultivators and ordered two to act as escorts, with the other two trailing behind in the event of trouble. He rather liked Wei Wuxian, especially after that stunt he’d pulled in protest of the Jin sect’s little shooting ‘entertainment’, but demonic cultivation was dangerous and Wei Wuxian’s mentality was said to be unstable. Nie Mingjue had lost so many of his own already - he was taking no chances.

“How did you know where they’re located, Chifeng-zun?” Wei Wuxian asked from where he was balancing behind a long-suffering Nie Zonghui. “I wouldn’t have thought the Jin sect shared that information.”

“Are you not familiar with the concept of spies?” Nie Mingjue asked, voice dry. Jiang Yanli, in his arms, giggled – she’d planned to send them along without her, looking disappointed and worried and resigned, and she’d brightened like a flower exposed to the sun when he’d informed her that she was coming along with them. She was accustomed to being left behind, and he intended to change that.

Besides, they were only going to the Qiongqi Path, which was solidly in Jin territory, to a prisoner of war camp staffed by Jin cultivators. It was hardly a dangerous expedition, and he did not expect to encounter anything that might be a threat, excluding perhaps his own temper.

His temper did, in fact, make an appearance.

“Jin Guangshan swore to Lan Xichen that the Wen remnants would be resettled peacefully,” he snarled, eyes red with rage and Baxia in his hand as the Jin sect cultivators - which had been tormenting the civilians here and that had gotten into Wei Wuxian’s face when he’d charged over first to shout at them - cowered in front of him. They were willing to challenge Wei Wuxian, but it seemed that Nie Mingjue was a different story – bullying the weak and cowering before the strong. Pathetic! “I had not realized that our understanding of the word peaceful was so different. Clearly I will need to have words with Sect Leader Jin.”

A hand touched his arm, and he looked down, surprised; virtually no one approached him when he was in a rage.

Jiang Yanli stood beside him, looking up at him fearlessly. “As much as I’m sure you’d like to chop them into pieces, it’ll be more effective to present them as evidence,” she said, and even smiled, as if they were sharing a joke between the two of them. “We can save the chopping for later. Following the trial that I’m certain Sect Leader Jin will insist upon.”

The Jin cultivators paled, clearly realizing that the likelihood of Sect Leader Jin standing behind them rather than immediately making them scapegoats was very low. They would be much more likely to spill whatever secrets they might have now, knowing that their fates depended more on Nie Mingjue’s mercy than on Jin Guangshan’s, than they would have even in the face of his threats.

Baxia grumbled in reluctant approval, and all of a sudden Nie Mingjue could not wait for Jiang Yanli to have a saber of her own and to cultivate its spirit – he thought it would be a very fine spirit indeed.

“Very well,” he allowed, and put Baxia back on his back, noting but ignoring the respectful looks his cultivators were sending Jiang Yanli. It was nothing more than what ought to be, the proper role of a Nie furen: to incite when appropriate, to restrain when necessary. “Zonghui, return to Lanling and bring a larger force so that we can transport the Wen civilians to safety. And – there’s no need for subtlety.”

By which he meant that he wanted every cultivator who could fly their own sword to be tagging along out of curiosity, and Nie Zonghui knew it. He saluted and left at once.

“What do we do now, then?” Wei Wuxian asked, shifting from one foot to the other. He looked anxious and young, clearly startled by the abrupt lack of violence and worried about Wen Ning – the young man had some nasty injuries that hadn’t been treated by the Jin sect, his body tossed away like so much refuse, but they’d arrived early enough that his sister was avidly working to care for him. She had said that his chances were good, since they had arrived before his consciousness had slipped away.

If they’d arrived later…

If Nie Mingjue hadn’t had the information ready to hand from the spies he disliked using, if Wei Wuxian had had to get the information out of the Jin sect directly, if he had had to ride here from Lanling rather than fly a sword, if he’d gotten stuck in that thunderstorm that was rapidly heading their way…

Well, that hadn’t happened. There was no point in wondering what if.

“Now? Nothing. We wait. Nie Xizhe, Wu Shude, take some of the Wen civilians and have them help you tie up all the Jin sect cultivators; I don’t want anyone sneaking away, and there’s not enough of us to guard them while they’re free. Wei Wuxian, walk with me.” He glanced to his side. “With us, I mean.”

Wei Wuxian obediently trotted over to where Nie Mingjue and Jiang Yanli were waiting, and Nie Mingjue led the three of them over to a nearby ridge where they could have a little privacy. The storm was getting ever closer, he noticed.

“Very well,” he said finally. “It’s just us now. What debt do you owe the Wens?”

Wei Wuxian froze. “Debt? I don’t – I already said –”

“There’s something you’ve left out,” Nie Mingjue said. “The way you act with them…”

He didn’t know how to put it into words. It wasn’t merely chivalrous altruism, nor even friendship, that was driving Wei Wuxian – he was desperate to help, manic with the need to do something; there was something else there. Some secret. He knew, because Nie Mingjue knew secrets and what they did to a man, even if he was keeping it for the best reasons in the world.

“A-Xian?” Jiang Yanli asked when Wei Wuxian said nothing, when Nie Mingjue said no more. “You know you can tell me, right?”

His lips were pressed together, his hand tight on his flute until his knuckles were white. He shook his head. “Shijie,” he whispered. “Don’t ask, please. Don’t.”

At least he’d admitted there was something.

“Your conduct is causing trouble for Yunmeng Jiang,” Nie Mingjue said, and Wei Wuxian turned tormented eyes on him, even as Jiang Yanli’s hand tightened on his. “It’s a Great Sect, but your brother is young, untried, and sensitive to criticism. It will be difficult for him to deal with the issues you present, especially if you persist in your present path of continuing with demonic cultivation instead of returning to the orthodox path of sword cultivation.”

Wei Wuxian nodded, looking pained.

“Do you have a suggestion?” Jiang Yanli asked.

“Yes,” Nie Mingjue said. “Absent yourself before you are forced to leave in truth. Go to the Cloud Recesses the way Lan Wangji continues to pester you about – see if you can’t tell him what secret it is that’s weighing down your tongue, if you can’t tell any of us – and come visit the Unclean Realm when you’re done there.”

Wei Wuxian was staring. Nie Mingjue ignored him.

“When you’re done with that, assign yourself the job of checking up on the Jiang sect’s dependent sects, or even just go around to visit every sect listed as having fought in the war, building relationships with them,” he continued briskly. “As for the reason, you’re clever, you’ll think of something. Get Wangji to teach you some healing spells and come help those in my sect who need it. Say that you’re using your demonic cultivation to help ferret out resentful energy in need of cleansing. Something. It doesn’t really matter what. But whatever you do, go. Give Yunmeng Jiang time to become as strong as it needs to be to protect you.”

“But it shouldn’t be protecting me,” Wei Wuxian protested. “I should be the one protecting it!”

“A-Xian!” Jiang Yanli exclaimed, and her expression was suddenly fierce. “Are you the eldest? No. I am. You are my A-Xian, my didi, and that means you are part of Yunmeng Jiang – we have as much right to protect you as you us, and don’t you forget it.”

“But – shijie –”

“I won’t hear another word,” she said. “I won’t! Whatever it is, A-Xian, you need to tell us eventually, or else we’ll all fall apart. Didn’t you both promise me that we’d stay together, the three of us, always? You can’t break that promise now.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes were wet with tears. “All right, shijie. I’ll figure something out.”

“Start with Gusu,” Nie Mingjue said again, uncomfortable with the display of emotions. “If you tell Lan Wangji the truth, he may even be able to help – in one way or another. Or don’t, it’s up to you. Just get yourself out of the public view. Earn some merits that aren’t related to slaughter.”

Wei Wuxian nodded again, clearly overcome with feeling, and then promptly made up a flimsy excuse to leave, dashing away towards where Wen Qing was still working on her brother.

Jiang Yanli sighed. “Thank you,” she said. “Again. I just wish I knew what was wrong with him!”

“We’ll figure it out,” he promised her. “Even if I have to pick him up and shake the secret out of him.”

Jiang Yanli smiled up at him.

“Thank you,” she said, now a third time over.

“Thank you,” he corrected. “If you hadn’t brought this to my attention, I would be guilty of negligence in regard to the Wen sect remnants – and most of them civilians, no less. As for Wei Wuxian…he’s your didi, and so soon to be my brother-in-law. It’s nothing but what I should be doing.”

“Still,” she said. “I am grateful nonetheless.”

Nie Mingjue looked down at her, fierce and yet patient, kind and righteous in her own quietly determined way, fearless enough to stand by his side and trusting him enough to come to him for help.

His heart moved in his chest.

He decided to be daring, as it had always served him well in the past – he stepped forward, closer to Jiang Yanli, and leaned down to press his lips to the corner of her mouth.

“It is what I should be doing,” he murmured, voice low. “Nie furen.”

Jiang Yanli’s face turned bright red, but she was smiling.

Yes, Nie Mingjue thought – he might not be able to promise love, but accepting Jiang Yanli’s show of initiative was definitely one of the better decisions he’d made.

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