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recreationalfanfics · 1 year

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Yandere RoR Loki x Fem! Reader: Love Potion

How does the God of Mischief react when he falls in love with one of the human contestants in Ragnarok? How does he take it when he sees that they love another God?

Not very well to both.

A/N: Sorry if this seems too OOC, I did try to do my best since I'm still trying to get a feel for writing these characters! Feedback would be greatly appreciated!

Being the god of trickery and deceit, Loki was never afraid to use unsavory methods to get what he wanted, and this situation was no different. He stood next to Aphrodite, watching with careful eyes and an unreadable smile on his lips as he watched the pink liquid in the cauldron stir. Apbrodite did not share that smile, in fact, she looked rather digusted as she held her head low with shame as she threw in the final ingredients.

"...Her love for you will be false." Aphrodite warned, her voice low. Loki let out a low chuckle and looked at the goddess, "Love? Is that what you think this is about?"

Aphrodite only frowned and furrowed her brows as he continued to condescend

"No, no, I'm way too above that sort of thing," the God continued to mock, "This is about control."

He wasn't wrong, Aphrodite noted, but there was something else she could sense about this. The fear of being controlled. It appears the God of Mischief has had something happen to him, something that shook him to his core and that nothing, not even his quick wit and sly cunning, could stop it from happening.

He had fallen in love with someone who was in love with someone else, a God nonetheless.

Until now, he thinks with a smirk as Aphrodite hands him the pink liquid colored potion. She looks ashamed of herself as she sees Loki's twisted grin grow on his face as the pink glow from the potion reflects in his greedy purple eyes. Even though she didn't look kindly onto mortals, she couldn't help but pity you as she thinks about what Gods could have been cruel enough to have given you the misfortune of catching Loki's eye.

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Loki pours the pink liquid into one chalice in his room, his face uncharacteristically stoic and his mind too deep into thought. He wasn't sure if he was embarrassed, angry, or upset by the predicament he was in.

Embarrassed because he was doing all of this for a mortal whose beauty was somewhat abnormal by mortals standards but still below a God's, angry because this all could have been avoided if he had acted faster and hadn't pushed you away, and upset because...well...because he remembered Aphrodite's words.

"Her love for you will be false."

At the time, he was so convinced that as long as he had her love that he would be happy, false or not, but now as he had this time to himself to really think; would he really be happy if your love for him was false? Could he accept the fact that whatever relationship you built with him, would just be all because of a single potion?

Then he thinks about the events that lead up to this, about why he HAD to do this. About how this was your fault.

From the very start of Ragnarok you had caught his eye. A great warrior originating from (your country), you were known as cunning, sly, and unpredictable. You fought with brute strength and unbeatable strategy on the battlefields, while most Gods detested against the wars humans had (except for war gods obviously), Loki liked seeing your fights. He wouldn't say that he "adored" you, you were still a mortal after all, but you lived fast and as a result, died young. In fact, he forgot about you for a long while after you had died and didn't really mourn you like your battalion of soldiers had done but then the start of Ragnarok began.

Seeing your name on the roster kinda made him go, "Huh, okay." but seeing you in person was a different experience entirely. After the battle of Jack the Ripper, Brunhilde still needed time to find a champion to go against Shiva and while you volunteered for the challenge, you went against a different God.

And won. Giving humanity it's 3rd win and 1 step away from the God's. Yet, Loki didn't feel the same rage he felt towards you like he had with the previous two champions, because he was too amazed at the fight. The trickery, the smoke and mirrors, unlike Jack who was gambling his life: you made it appear effortless as you toyed with the God. Tearing up not only their mind but their body for the arena to see before you landed the killing strike. Maybe you hid your fear well or maybe you had none at all, and that's what made him like watching you again even more. Except this time, it had surpassed more than a simple like.

"I don't think you're supposed to be here.~" You sang, your tone as sadistic as it had been in the battlefield. Loki revealed himself floating in the air per usual, his legs crossed and his back hunched over as he smiled down at you with his chin in his hands. You raise an eyebrow at him as your small smirk widened, "Looking for a fight, God?"

"Oooh, how confident. I'm not sure if that intruiges me or pisses me off!" He chuckles. You shrug at his response, "As long as you and your friends know that I'm gonna make sure Humanity survives against your wishes, that's all I really care about."

"Big talk from someone who died young." He shoots back teasingly.

"Died young and was a high commanding general who was a queen on countless battlefields with many suitors. All of which weren't able to beat me in battle at my true strength." You reminded, not so gently. Loki tilts his head at your words, "Huh, odd way to mention you're single."

"Odd way of saying you're interested."

He started sneaking into the human part of the arena more, to talk to you, and to continue your little conversations which were more or less passive aggressive insults towards one another. He had learned a few specifics from your life back when you were alive: About your childhood and some struggles you had to overcome, how you had to fight hard for your spot in your military in order to became the renowned warrior you were, and how many suitors tried and died trying to fight you for your hand. No one could beat you when you used your full strength...well, no mortal could beat you.

"So tell me, little mortal, if I were to fight you and beat you for your hand...does that mean you'd marry me?" He asked, mostly out of genuine curiosity and to see if he could fluster you. He did not by the way you side eyed him with that same confident grin, "Maybe. Why? You want me to be yours, puny god?"

Only you could get away with calling him that.

Only you could make his heart skip a beat when you asked if he wanted you as his.

But he had ignored it, his arrogance making him shrug it off and telling him that he could never have a mortal as his lover, not when you and your kind were so beneath him. Which he told you, straight to your face, and you only laughed it off before returning to your quarters.

If he hadn't been so blinded from his ego, maybe he wouldn't feel like a fool, having to resort to methods found in fairytales to claim you. The least he could have done was fought you then and there and win, so even if he didn't want your heart in the moment, he could have it later when he realized that he truly did want you. But no, Loki had rejected the idea entirely believing it foolish to take a human lover.

In fact, he found it so foolish that it kept him awake that night. Thinking about what it'd be like if he challenged you to a fight and won your hand, the idea of having you submit yourself to him gave him a thrill, and whether he'd spare you from the shared fate of humanity after the Gods had won (for there was no doubt in his mind they would).

These thoughts took so much of his time that it started to frustrate him, he shouldn't be letting a human take over so much of his mind, especially when he knew that there fate- though they put up a good fight- was sealed with doom. So he started to avoid you and give you the cold shoulder, which was entertaining for a while to him.

The look of hurt you gave when he stared at you with indifferent eyes, the longing way you'd gave at him like a lost puppy waiting for for its master to return home only for you to try and keep up your tough facade. Everything like that brought joy to Loki because he felt like he was getting even with you for invading his thoughts all day, knowing you were thinking of him as much as he was thinking of you.

You even chased him around, asking him why he was avoiding you and even asking: "What? You think you're too good for me now?"

Until he came.

To which he responded with: "I don't think I am. I know I am. And I always have been."

You then started to distance yourself from him. Though he assumed you just wanted him to chase you, and he would, but not now. After all, no God or human sought to court you so Loki wasn't really worried.

Buddha's betrayal was a shock to many, but overall, a huge win for humanity. Loki wished he had killed Buddha when he had the chance, not just because this means the God's chances of winning were jeopardized but because he had noticed that you and him seemed to be getting along. He told himself that it didn't bother him, not in the slightest yet he could not stop looking your way when he heard you laugh with Buddha and how something about you seemed different with him. Only him. You were only that way with Buddha.

You weren't like that with Loki.

You also seemed a bit more...relaxed? Calm? Almost as if hanging around the Buddha gave you a sense of peace, not even just when he was talking to you but when you were around him with general. Hell, you'd even sneak glances at him when you knew the God wasn't looking. Your eyes no longer cocky or hardened, but softened and tender. You were looking at him with an emotion that Loki couldn't describe but he knew you had never looked at him in that way when he talked with you.

He wasn't able to tell exactly what it was until the one day he decided to sneak into the area where your kind's miserable little champions resided. He had gone to look for you and while he did find you, he did not like what he found at all in the slightest.

You were breathing heavily, using your weapon to help your balance as you knelt down on one knee. You were tired out but you had a smile on your face as you stared at the God before you, his eyes staring down at you through his rose colored shades and a victorious expression on his face, but it wasn't one of arrogance or possession, but one of love. An expression that conveyed pride in not just the result of the fight but the way you fought him as well, as if he was silently praising you for it.

"So, I guess this means we'll be together. If you like the results of this battle, of course." He hums, holding out his hand to help you up. You take it with a serene smile.

Not a cocky smirk. Not a teasing grin. A smile. A genuine smile.

"What's not to like?" You respond, allowing the taller God to pull you into his chest and laughing when he brings a kiss to your forehead.

No...

No!

NO!

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO-

YOU WERE LOKI'S TO CLAIM. YES, HE MAY HAVE MADE YOU THINK OTHERWISE, BUT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HIM. NOT BUDDHA, NOT ANY OTHER MAN, WOMAN, OR GOD- H I M.

But it wasn't him. Loki realizes that when he hears a small crack and looks at the potion he forced Aphrodite to make him, and he sees his pink reflection looking back at him. His expression was bitter at the recall of events that cost him to lose you. It was not him that challenged you to a fight first, it was not him that got to beat you, and it was not him that got to have you in his arms. Then he hears his door knock and he smiles, twisted and obsessive, as he hears your voice from the otherside.

Hiding the love potion and steadying your chalice to make sure nothing looked too out of the ordinary, he went to the door when he confirmed that this would go smoothly.

So what if he didn't fight you and win like you wanted too? He wanted you and he will have you. That is all that mattered to him.

He invites you in with a warm smile, you're hesitant to enter his room and tell him you wish for him too keep his apology short because you had somewhere to be- with someone waiting on you, he reminds himself indignantly- and he assures you all he wished was to make amends and have a toast. After all, he considered you a friend (which was funny because he failed to treat you like one) and was happy for you finally discovering that your love was not a man, but a God. You declined the drink at first, which worried him at first, but with his powers of persuasion-which is really just another way of saying he annoyed you into having one sip-you brought the cup to your lips.

His eyes watched you like a hawk as you drank the liquid and when you had finished with your small sip, you smacked your lips, not having ever tasted anything like it before. Loki wasn't sure when the potion was to take effect but he panicked when two minutes had gone by and you awkwardly excuses yourself to leave.

"Aw, c'mon! Just stay a little longer!" He urged, using his typical childish voice. You respond coldly, "Loki, I no longer have time for your games, I must...-"

Then you stopped in the middle of your sentence suddenly, your once stiff posture relaxing and you shook your head as if shaking off a bad hit to the noggin. Loki could not fight the hopeful smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips.

"(Y/n)? Didn't you have anywhere to be?" He asked, testing the waters.

You turn around, a dreamish look in your eyes. It may not be the same look that you gave Buddha, a poor copy of it, but it was directed and focused at Loki which was all he cared about.

"Why would I want to be anywhere else when I could be with you?" You sigh, running to him and grabbing both sides of his face to bring your lips to his.

He smiles into the kiss as his arms around your waist and deepens it. Perhaps if he had let down his pride for once, you would be kissing him out of your own volition, but he wasn't exactly upset as he thought he'd be.

It's a good thing he was more selfish than emotional, otherwise he might have felt guilty instead and that certainly would've ruined the moment as you pull away from the kiss and look at him again, his image reflecting in your eyes like those of a doll's glass eyes.

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yanderes-galore · 4 months

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Could I get a holiday themed Roxy Lalonde rqqq?? :333

Fandom: Homestuck/Hiveswap

Character: Roxy Lalonde

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Type of fic: Fine w/ anything but would prefer a oneshot/short story :3

Other info: You can decide what prompt/Idea it should be :33

Sure! I didn't like the way I took this one (I don't feel I did Roxy justice, I will in later fics) but I hope you enjoy it anyways :) This is during main story, not epilogues or ^2 (I have not touched those)

Missletoe

Yandere! Roxy Lalonde Short - Winter Event Request

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Jealousy, Forced kissing, Trickery, Forced affection, Forced relationship implied, Manipulation, OOC Roxy Guilt.

You feel nervous tonight. Roxy has kept giving you odd glances lately. Then again, Roxy has always made you uncomfortable lately.

When the world went to hell she suggested you live with her. You just thought she was being a good friend for a pal. However, now you're stuck in the middle of an ocean in a Carapacian colony alone with her.

Roxy treated it like it's the best thing that's ever happened to her. She no longer had to just text you on Pesterchum. For a bit, despite your anxiety, you liked the thought too.

However, overtime you began to notice Roxy's behavior around you.

Usually through drunken conversation from her she often laments her relationship troubles. It started with her ranting about Jane telling her not to date Jake due to her own crush. Then it was about Dirk.

Then oddly the conversation swapped to Roxy asking about you. She asked if you liked any of the friends you shared. She asked bluntly if you had a crush on anyone.

You said no when she asks these questions, which caused Roxy to often frown.

Now, as the wind gets colder, Roxy seems to be planning something. She's been working more on her Transportalizer technology skills recently. Not onty that but she keeps giving you oddly flirtatious looks.

You don't understand what Roxy's been getting at until you catch her attaching something to ceiling over her bed.

You had moved from the bed to lean on the wall, looking through one of the many odd windows she had. Your thoughts were only broken when Roxy called you to look at her. When you turn you feel the nervous feeling intensify.

A Missletoe… she managed to bring back a Missletoe? Was that what she was practicing for?

“Took me forever to get it… BUT! Isn't it perfect!?” Roxy coos, completely ignoring your look of anxiety.

“W-Why did you get one? Nostalgia?” You ask softly and Roxy gives you that strange look again.

“Nostalgia? Pffft… nah. I got it for us!” Roxy squeals and you tighten your jaw.

Did you feel for Roxy like that? You hesitate softly. Did she think you were dating?

“Roxy… we aren't-”

“Look, I KNOW what you're going to say and I get it. Buuut… wouldn't it be nice?” Roxy purrs softly. “I mean… we live together, we're both single… I've liked you for a long time!”

“Was that why you asked me to move in?” You ask and catch Roxy looking guilty for a moment.

“Look… I… I just get really jealous when you talk to others and I just thought-” Roxy mumbles while getting off the bed to walk closer. She took down the missletoe and you thought you'd be done with this.

“Sorry, Roxy… it was just really sudden-” You sigh, Roxy gives you sad eyes before standing in front of you.

“Can I at least have a hug from my good pal?” Roxy asks softly and you look nervous before agreeing.

“Sure.”

You quickly regret the decison when Roxy essentially grapples onto you. The wind is knocked out of you momentarily and Roxy takes the time to put her lips on yours. You taste wine on her tongue… the kiss surprises you.

While you surprisingly don't hate it… what you do hate is the betrayal of your trust.

Roxy pulls away but doesn't let you go. She instead cuddles into you. You look beside her and see she's still holding the mistletoe… over the both of you.

“I'm sorry…” Roxy frowns, guilt deep in her gut. “I just… I just want you as mine.”

Roxy's grip tightens and she looks away, a distant look in her eyes. Although… you notice a small smile on her face.

“I guess… you are mine in a way. As long as you're here with me… you're mine.” Roxy locks eyes with you, swapping her grip to your hands.

“We'll be perfect for each other!” Roxy gleams. “You'll see….”

#yandere homestuck x reader #yandere homestuck #yandere roxy lalonde #yandere post scratch roxy lalonde

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soft-mafia · 1 year

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The Other Woman

Warnings: fem y/n, oc insert, angst, soft Hisoka, Hisoka using someone else to get over someone, ooc probably

I’ve realized I’ve been making too much smut lately, so I decided to make something heart wrenching and sweet. :3 Buttttt I feel like this is going to flop hard😬

“It’s either her or me, you can’t pick both.” Y/n stated firmly. That was 3 weeks ago, Hisoka had left her text on read, there was no witty comeback, not even his silly emoticon. Usually he would tease her when it came to jealousy but now he just went cold. Y/n hasn’t seen or spoken to him ever since.

It was common that they went through periods where they needed space, sure, but they would always make sure to communicate through call and text, or schedule a meet up in the area the other was in if there was any free time. Hisoka and Y/n weren’t lovers, but they sure behaved like it sometimes. It was very odd for them to have this strange attachment to each other, yet alone for Y/n to give him a choice over herself, and a woman Hisoka supposedly was in love with. The Phantom Troupe’s medic, a woman with pink hair, slightly taller than Y/n. She was unimportant to Y/n in all areas except her relationship with Hisoka.

Across the tall Heaven’s Arena tower, Y/n stood on the ledge of a building, looking through the large window of Hisoka’s suite. It was a view into the main room, Hisoka was standing there, across from the other woman. It suddenly dawned on Y/n, That’s why he stopped talking to me.. he made his choice. She was one of the few people who knew Hisoka’s true intentions with the troupe, but has he changed? Because of his love for that woman?

Y/n watched with watery eyes as Hisoka slowly wrapped her hands around the woman, bringing her in for a hug. Y/n grimaced internally, chewing on the inside of her lip as she couldn’t get herself to look away. Her index finger picked at her thumb anxiously at her side. She always imagined she would get unbelievably angry if she had ever caught the two like this. Imagining that she would waste no time with the barbarics, but this wasn’t a false scenario anymore, it was real life and she was.. broken, confused, angry but too distraught to do anything.

All of the playful flirting, the hugging, squeezing, the time spent together. Y/n knew that Hisoka was a terrible person, a liar, an overall evil man and maybe he was just stringing her along but it all felt real to her. Why? What did Hisoka get from her? The only reason he ever played with somebody was if he got something out of it, she didn’t know what Hisoka was using her for.. if he was using her he did an amazing job at hiding it.

Y/n’s eyes suddenly widened when Hisoka turned his head, looking out of the window, still holding the woman in his arms as he looked in Y/n’s direction. Y/n felt sick as she expected an evil grin from Hisoka to add salt to the wound but.. something on his face. His eyes were slightly widened as well as if he didn’t expect to see her, his gaze softened somberly, an unknown emotion hidden in his gaze that didn’t sense like it held any malice or trickery.

The red headed man closed his eyes, putting his hand on the back of the woman’s pink hair, holding her close to his chest while the tears started to stream down Y/n’s cheeks, a soft sob escaping her lips finally after holding it in for so long.

Once Hisoka looked back up to look at her one last time, Y/n was gone.

That was two months ago. And now, Y/n was in Hisoka’s suite, sitting comfortably under his arm on the couch, a throw blanket splayed over their bodies. “He’s not using gyo. And he’s exposing himself too much.” Hisoka sighed, commenting on the armature arena fight they were watching on TV, “Sometimes I wonder how these people even make it to the 200th floor..” with his other hand, he put a hand over his forehead, sighing before brushing his bangs back only for a few strands of hair to fall back down again.

“Paid actors.” Y/n joked, her legs were hooked around Hisoka’s thigh as she snuggled into his side, she then looked up at the large magician, looking at him for a moment, admiring how attractive he looked in the lamp light, truly a beautiful man. “Can I ask you something?” She asked.

Hisoka turned his head, tilting it downwards, meeting Y/n’s gaze. There was always a softness in his eyes when he looked at her, combined with a hint of lust and desire, he smiled at her, “Mm, you know you can ask me anything.” He whispered, Y/n’s eyes flickered down to his lips for a moment, her mouth watered when she looked at his sharp cupid’s bow. She quickly returned her gaze to his eyes, “Remember that girl you liked? From the Phantom Troupe?” Hisoka’s smile dropped slightly, “Feeling insecure again?” He assumed, there was a small pout in his voice, not being condescending; just feeling pity. Y/n scoffed and gently nudged him, “No!! I just- I just wanna know why you ignored me then.. got with her.”

After a brief moment of silence, Hisoka looked down, then turned his head back in the direction of the television. Y/n nudged him again, “Can you answer me?”

Hisoka just hummed in a response, and after a few more minutes of silence he spoke up, “I don’t see why it matters, we’re together now aren’t we?” He looked down at her, “I won’t ignore you again, promise.” He smiled at her. “I just wanna know why? Like, you ignore me, get with her then just suddenly show back up in my life?”

Y/n sat up, the blanket fell off of her as she looked at Hisoka, brows furrowed. Hisoka put a hand over his forehead and screwed his eyes shut, sighing, “You still resent me over that?”

“I don’t!! Just tell me why!!” Y/n growled at him, god she hated how difficult he was sometimes. Hisoka sighed and tilted his head back, “I’m going to be honest I-..” he started, then cleared his throat after covering his mouth with a knuckle, “I.. stopped liking her after a while. Every time I was with her I-.. it felt wrong.” He sighed again, sounding annoyed, kind of angry. He shook his head, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Ok you stopped liking her, so you’re using me as a rebound-”

“No!!” Hisoka snapped and put his elbow down on the armrest, “No. Damnit..”

Y/n fell silent, it was rare he actually yelled like that; honestly she never remembered a time where she saw him this upset. She looked at him, not knowing if he was going to continue or not. Hisoka glanced at her from the side, then looked away, “Ok, I thought that.. maybe if I started something with Machi and cut you out. I would, forget about you. Because I thought.. the way things were going, if I got too attached.” Hisoka furrowed his brows and put a hand on his chin, trying to collect his words, “I would hurt you.”

Y/n’s gaze softened, “Really?” She scooted closer to him, then put a hand on his back. “When you sent me that offer.. telling me to choose between the both of you, I felt conflicted for the first time.” Hisoka shook his head, “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“Ok..” Y/n leaned back into his side, and he wrapped his arm back around her, his hand rubbed up and down her body in a soft motion, rubbing up to her rib then back down to her upper thigh. Y/n pulled the blanket back over herself, kissing Hisoka on the cheek. She knew he was a bad man, she could feel it in his aura because it was naturally so disturbing and uncanny to be around. But he wasn’t a bad lover. She looked back up at him and without saying anything, she kissed him on the cheek, watching as his expression remained unchanged, eyes locked to the television, but a small hue of pink dusted over his pale cheeks.

“You’re blushing.” Y/n smiled and poked him.

Hisoka cracked a smirk, “Your fault.” He turned his head and leaned into her, stealing a kiss on the lips.

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micah-drew · 6 months

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Roaming Souls | Apollo and Poseidon x Halloween Deity!Reader

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CW: May be ooc for some characters

જ⁀➴ Hallows Eve, a special time of the year for spirits to roam the streets and plains of where they once lived. It was the time of year where ghouls played pranks on those who rejected the spirit of celebration. It was…your favorite time of year.

જ⁀➴ You are a deity, or commonly called a god. Not many took your title seriously, after all— who would call themself the god of Halloween? That though, is your shortened title.

જ⁀➴ You are the Chinese god of spirits, pranks, trickery, and disguise. A perfect combination of skills for someone such as you, which the more you think on it…how ironic is it that your favorite mortal holiday is Halloween, and that you became the god of it? Someone higher above you had to be playing some sort of prank on you!

જ⁀➴ Nonetheless, you were the god that allowed spirits and ghouls to visit Midgard, whether it be to visit loved ones or to play small pranks on those that aren’t exactly showing the same spirit for the holiday that you do. You always made sure to keep those that went to Midgard in check, and would pull them back to the afterlife if they stepped out of line.

જ⁀➴ It wasn’t too much trouble, thankfully. After a few spirits that almost went too far, everyone else was way behaved. A young spirit had even tried to go trick or treating, so it was a good thing you always had some candy on you!

જ⁀➴ After the nights festivities were over, and the ghouls and spirits you allowed on Midgard had returned to the afterlife, you weren’t sure what to do. Halloween was always a fun night, but there were sometimes where you got bored…and that was mostly whenever you were left on your own.

જ⁀➴ Currently, you sat on a ledge within the halls of Valhalla, a pile of candy wrappers next to you. You unwrapped a butterscotch and popped into your mouth with a sigh before looking out at the full moon. It was a beautiful night, surely one that you thought would last longer than it did. But none of the other gods seemed to share the same passion as you did for Hallows Eve, which left you on your own to eat the remaining candy you had held onto.

જ⁀➴ Though it seems someone has found your hiding spot, as you hear footsteps slowly approaching. You couldn’t help but grin and sit up, crossing your legs underneath you and leaning against your hand with a hum.

“Splendid, splendid, I finally have a visitor after so long!”

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「 ✦ Apollo ✦ 」 [ can be seen as either platonic or romantic ]

The sun god had found himself staring at you for a short period of time before raising his chin and laughing.

“Now, what do we have here? I should have expected to see you, Y/N, and yet you still manage to surprise me. How are you doing darling? It’s been too long since we last spoke.”

A wide grin spread across your lips and you couldn’t help but laugh. Apollo raised an eyebrow at your response to him.

“Ah, you talk too much.”

The other god was obviously taken by surprise at your response, but could only find himself smiling as he slowly approached the ledge you were sitting on and leaned against the pillar.

“I apologize then.” Apollo gave a nod of his head, looking toward the moon high in the sky.

You then shook your head, stretching a bit and leaning back. You looked up for a moment, staring at the full moon as well before eventually turning back to Apollo.

“Don’t, I’m just messing with you. I could never be too mad at not having to do anything aside from sit here and eat candy.”

You gestured to the pile next to you, as well as a small pumpkin you had grabbed from the Olympus gardens. It was a small, yellow pumpkin that almost appeared to be golden in the moonlight. It most certainly caught the eye of Apollo, who was eyeing it before turning to look at you once more.

“It seems you’re busy then.”

“Totally, I’m gonna be kept busy until next year. Such a shame.”

There was silence between you two before Apollo chuckled gently, offering you a small smile as he plucked up a piece of candy and unwrapped it. Before you could react, he popped the butterscotch candy in his mouth with a cheeky smile on his lips.

“Let me assist you then, after all, I don’t think you’d want to be eating candy for a straight year. Is that correct of me to assume, sunshine?”

He cocked his head slightly to the side, and you could only snicker in response. Slowly, you reached over and picked up the small golden pumpkin before holding it out to Apollo with a hum.

“Sunshine? That’s new, but I suppose you do have a point. Be my guest, after all, there’s plenty more,” you hummed out.

Apollo took the pumpkin from your hands, looking at the golden vegetable before smiling once more. It seemed even in the dark of night, the suns light always followed the god wherever he went. You didn’t bother questioning it though, because if you did that…it’d just raise more questions to be asked.

And that was something you didn’t want to deal with on your year off.

“Thank you, Y/N…I wasn’t quite expecting a gift tonight.” The sun god then reached over with his free hand, patting you on the head with a soft laugh under his breath. “How do I now know there isn’t anything in here though?”

You were quiet for a second, biting down on the butterscotch candy in your mouth.

“That’s the best part about it, you don’t.”

“Y/N!”

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「 ✦ Poseidon ✦ 」 [ can be seen as either platonic or romantic ]

The god of the seas had been quiet as he approached you, scanning you over before softly scoffing.

You honestly expected that from him, after all— he was never one for your beloved holiday. But it still surprised you, he was away from his palace and even sparing you a look? That was practically unheard of!

Still, he didn’t look you in the eyes.

“Ah well, I tried being friendly. The tyrant of the seas can be so cruel…especially to little ol’ me. I’m hurt, Poseidon…too hurt.”

Instead of getting a response, Poseidon simply narrowed his eyes at you. You could only sigh in response and unwrap a chocolate and quickly popping it in your mouth. You sat in silence for a moment, looking back to the god of the seas.

“If you want some, you can just ask.”

You gestured to you candy pile, and the god just huffed in annoyance and turned his head away with a frown on his lips.

That scowl must be permanent.

“Fine, be that way. More for m-“

“What do you have?”

You blinked in surprise, looking to your large candy pile and straightening yourself up. A grin made its way onto your face as you spoke once again.

“The question is, “what don’t I have?” I have everything you could ever want! I have suckers, chocolate, butterscotch— everything! Take your pick, there’s plenty more.” You tilt your head soon, watching the blond god as he got closer to you.

He was still silent, only ever glancing at you but refusing to meet your e/c eyes. You didn’t mind though, after all…there are some people who just don’t like eye contact! It’s whatever.

Eventually, Poseidon sat down on the ledge across from you and looked at the pile of candy before picking up packet of Swedish Fish. He opened the packet and quietly took one out.

“Hm.”

You found yourself staring at the god as took the candy and quietly ate it, while you proceeded to also pick up a piece of chocolate and eat it. The silence was peaceful, even it wasn’t your cup of tea. But you would take the silence over anything pumpkin spice flavored…it wasn’t even pumpkin— it was just spice!

You let out a content sigh, leaning back against the pillar behind you with a gentle grin. Your eyes scanned around the area, and in the corner of your eye you spotted Poseidon taking more candy. You let out a laugh, smiling widely still.

“What?” He hissed out, his grip tightening on a candy bar.

“Oh— nothing, I just didn’t think that the tyrant god enjoyed candy so much. You don’t seem like the type.��

Poseidon was quiet, letting out a gentle scoff before he turned away. You eventually shake your head as he spoke once more.

“You won’t mention this to anyone, understood?”

You found yourself giggling a bit in response, which caused the god across from you to frown as a pale pink dusted itself across his cheeks.

“And what if I do—“

“You will regret it for as long as there is air in your lungs.”

You were silent, letting out a quiet laugh before giving a nod to the other and smiling once again.

“I won’t, Mr. Perfection. But if you want anymore candy, you know just where to find me. Like I said, I have more than enough candy just laying around.”

Poseidon was silent, only giving a nod in response to your words.

“Hm.”

You knew that was his way of saying “thank you” to you.

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Happy Halloween!

#ror apollo #ror poseidon #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie

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trash-collections · 1 year

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outside of the silly and smart aspects I think the reason I love senku so much is that he's just so. human. and since it's 2am I have no self control so.

I'll only be taking manga pages for animated scenes here so no big spoilers but here we go

first of all despite his logic and reasoning on the outside, and his grudge against romance (aromantic ass), throughout the series he's shown to deeply care very deeply about his friends:

he cried thinking about byakuya and tsukasa

he was genuinely relieved when he found out the sulfa drug could cure ruri

and he wanted suika to be happy so he let her keep sagara, which ukyo picked up on too

and this isn't even counting the many inventions and stuff he made for others, like the sulfa drug, car, and camera. or how he waited so long for taiju to revive, and he even let him revive yuzuriha, which as tsukasa pointed out was not the most logical strategy but it was for the sake of the two of them

he also showed genuine fear during the sulfuric acid / H₂SO₄ collecting segment:

and genuine fear is rarely portrayed this way in most of the media I've consumed, it's usually either the easily scared people or strong characters already dying or facing some eldritch horror, or maybe their closest friend facing death by said eldritch horror

and imo that terror has a slightly different nuance than the fear senku shows here. the fear even BEFORE encountering H₂SO₄, just thinking about the possibility of death, even though he's trying desperately to stay calm and be a strong leader. he's the last resort for humanity to revive over a reasonable time scale and he HAS to win

at first he was also scared for his friend, chrome, telling him to stay behind for his safety, but later respects his decision to tag along and entrusts his life to him

and this was all to save ruri, back when he only knew her as kohaku's sister, even before having "I need to know how tf she knows about last names" as a reason

and he has always been proud of his allies' achievements, like when chrome and kaseki's projects succeed, when gen did some mentalist trickery to hyouga, etc.

he also SUPER excited about science, happily plotting and narrating reactions and concepts

and some mild ooc spoilers but I just know he totally wanted that fidget spinner lmao

anyway. I can't think of anything else (I have spent an hour and a half on this) so.

tl;dr this man is a mad scientist on the outside but a total nerd and softie on the inside and I love that for him (he's just like me fr)

</pos rant>

#dcst #dr stone #dr. stone #senku ishigami #ishigami senku #rant #/pos rant

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It's funny how much of the material involving Eggman that's come out since Frontiers feels like such a deliberate response to the fandoms uwuification. Having Sage outright declare her motivations are soully to serving Eggman and furthering his world conquest in Final Horizons. His role and dialog in MOSTH. Him being his same animal kidnapping self in Superstars. And now Dream Team being THE Eggman game lol. It couldn't be more in your face that everything that people had been saying about what Frontiers and Sage meant for Eggman since before that game even came out was wrong wrong wrong. Starting to think SEGA is even more annoyed by the fandoms shenanigans than we were.

Lol yes I'm so fucking happy, it feels great to be this happy and at peace with all the official/canon media. All of it has been so vindicating lately with so many strong in your face pieces of dialogue and scenes that blatantly prove that villainous Eggman isn't going anywhere and are impossible to interpret in any other way, confirming that the OOC fandom depiction of Eggdad does not exist within the actual source at all, just like it didn't in the highly misinterpreted Frontiers in the first place. People didn't believe that it was possible for so many people to get it wrong but so far all the official media since, even in Final Horizon has been vindicating us! And Ian Flynn's words on the writing for Frontiers is just a bonus, it's all there in the actual media itself.

And I love that there's no way they don't know about fandom's shenanigans. Especially not the English side of Sega/Sonic Team but surely the JP side too with Kishimoto looking at feedback on Twitter and Sonic Channel posting Eggman and Sage art that must've brought in tons of people cooing and gushing over a version of the dynamic that doesn't exist. Yet no official media since tried to cash in and change what they're really going for to appeal to them. People can keep trying to delude themselves into thinking what they want is in the text but Eggman hasn't stopped being an evil asshole bastard man, his life doesn't revolve around Sage and being Wholesome Domestic Father™ before being a person and any time he's been around her or mentioned her since hasn't been OOC.

So they're really sticking to their guns and I love that! Of course they wouldn't just decide to change what they were doing with their own characters just because fans wanted them to but it was an irrational fear of mine due to just how popular it is to misinterpret and portray as highly OOC, it's immensely so to the point it's inescapable. But the fact that a year later from the initial release of Frontiers and they still haven't gone heavy on it like that in any official media is a great sign. No games that have released or even Sonic Channel or the social media both Eng and JP. Hell, not even Prime or IDW have! And Ian Flynn stayed adamant on the dynamic of Eggman and Sage being unsettling and shallow and that she can only make him worse and that he's still a bad person.

We got Murder of Sonic where Eggman revealed he specifically programs creations with life-like personalities so they develop the desire to admire him and fulfill a bounty because they want a reward, making them work harder and compete against each other all to do his dirty work and fulfill his selfish evil desires. We got Sage supporting Eggman's evil actions and selfish priorities and desires and him being very reluctant and frustrated with working with Sonic in Final Horizon. We got classic diabolical animal capturing Eggman in Superstars. We got Dream Team where his dreams are all about himself and nobody else and he's still kidnapping and attacking kids the same as ever too. And the Sonic Channel story where he has selfish desires and attempted trickery and manipulation too!

Nothing about him has changed at all! In fact it really does feel like it's just being emphasized even more almost like it's some kind of response to fanon lol. Canon has always been on my side and it was delightful and freeing of all disappointment, anger and stress when I finally realized that base Frontiers actually didn't suddenly break that and neither has Final Horizon or any other media since. If you understand, accept and enjoy real game canon Eggman you'll never be let down! I'm very happy and content with everything we've been getting and I'm much more comfortable and hopeful about Eggman in future media too thanks to all of this. And as long as we have that I'll happily ignore 99% of fandom and keep on appreciating the actual canon media that I really adore XD 💜

#dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #asks #my post #eggman is evil

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brionbroadway · 1 year

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Could you do Fig, Chirp and Sundry Sidney for the ask meme?

Thank you! An Emily Axford trifecta!

Fig - I have the most to say about this one lmao

First impression: So since Fantasy High was the first actual play I watched, I was not famaliar with Emily Axford, and I thought Fig would be a stereotypical rebellious character. Funny and likeable, but not a character I'd become emotionally attached to.

Impression now: I know the power of Emily Axford now. That rebellion comes from a place of such deep care for the people and world around her, and it pretty much cracks my heart open. Would die for.

Favorite moment: "The you that appears in Ayda's life is not the illusion. It's really you." This scene is constantly rotating in the back of my mind, ready to devastate me at any moment.

Idea for a story: Ohh, I'm not so good with plots, but any deep exploration of her relationship with Sandra Lynn is something I want to read.

Unpopular opinion: I don't think I still believe this, but at a time I thought her being secretive about Ayda was OOC given how much of an open book she was about everything else. But hearing Emily talk about it and how clearly special it is to her, I see that relationship holding a particular space with Fig.

Favorite relationship: Controversial not to pick Ayda, but her and Sandra Lynn. "You're allowed to be a complex person."

Favorite headcanon: She invites Ayda and Adaine to hang out with her dads to try and make up for their relationships with theirs

Chirp

First impression: Oh my God Emily and Lou are playing chaotic cousins, this is everything I never knew I wanted.

Impression now: The same, but with the addition of "oh and she's deeply in love with a woman, thank you Emily Axford for your service."

Favorite moment: The tea scene with Rue. "A slightly shorter chair." Gift of gab. All the trickery. Iconic cousin behaviour.

Idea for a story: Her introducting Squawk to Esme and Peep, full of hijinks.

Unpopular opinion: I don't know if this is unpopular, and it wasn't Chrip's role in the season, but I would've loved more depth pertaining to Esme and Peep. I just know how Emily can ruin me.

Favorite relationship: COUSIN.

Favorite headcanon: Playing with Peep in the woods and pretending that mundane, mortal things are magic - just a classic mom playing make believe with her kid.

Sundry Sidney

First impression: Emily is playing a droid and that is important to her, so it is also important to me.

Impression now: So much fun, some sneaky Emily Axford depth in there.

Favorite moment: Junkmother, without question.

Idea for a story: Something something her and Barry comparing how they relate to Warfare Whitneys and the Barrys, something something.

Unpopular opinion: Probably my least favourite Emily PC but Startstruck's also my least favourite season. I just want more emotional devastation with my comedy, if you can't tell.

Favorite relationship: NUTS AND BOLTS, ANDROIDS AND STEROIDS.

Favorite headcanon: It's definitely my Axmurph bias leaking through, but she's FWB with Barry Syx.

character asks

#asks #d20 #dimension 20 #emily axford #fantasy high #fig faeth #a starstruck odyssey #sundry sidney #acofaf #lady chirp featherfowl

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silvertongued-trickster-arch · 1 year

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moving ! — @silvertongued-trickster

i will be moving threads & asks over. just wanted a clean space to refresh my muse.

#out of trickery ;; ( ooc )

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haunting-hari · 5 months

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pinned post!!

hey, i’m hari (pronounced Ha-ree. if you pronounce it as ‘hairy’ i’ll maul you)

i’m now 17, and reside in unova

uhh i have a few partner pkmn. there’s maru, a lampent that i’ve known for years. she could kick your ass. a sweetheart though, and my best friend! [he/she. he’s very fem tho]

there’s jackie, a gengar. he’s pretty cool but real lazy. it’s incredibly hard to piss him off being honest. love that guy he’s like the dad I never had lol [he/him]

then rasp a trevenant. old man. great cook, VERY stubborn, really like charcuterie boards, and he knows jackie well, too. both of em are old geezers [he/him]

…and mal, a rotom. mal, to put it lightly they are an asshole/affectionate. they like stealing my phone. a bastard who regularly engages in trickery and causes problems. [they/them. rotoms don’t have gender I don’t think]

miss tye, a hatterene. she's got the typical personality of a hatterene, but she's a bit easier to enrage. This, actually is a good thing- as her tolerance to 'loud emotion' goes up signifigantly, as she deals with herself being angry, haha. [she/her]

charm, an alcremie. she's very polite, as well as naive, and a bit spunky, but she's honestly a sweetheart. i was the one to evolve her, and she’s been the happiest since. she gets along real well with maru! [she/her]

a froakie, locket!! he hatched just recently, and i love him with all my heart. he fears nothing and while sometimes shy, is just a very interesting little guy. a baby. he also happened to be a shiny. surprised me too, haha!! [he/him]

An applin gifted to me by my (girl)friend, arom! she likes taking naps and out of everyone I know has the biggest sweet tooth lol

there’s tags for each of my Pokémon when they’re mentioned, and mal TRIED to be sneaky and post on my account-their posts are tagged “MAL’Z POSTZ”, as well as images are under “art” tag. miss tye also took my phone at one point, her tag is "Tye talks".

and i’m a human. so. yeah. human.

current event: Paldea trip

//ooc below readmore

More will be revealed about hari and his team as time goes on!! please interact if ur a pokeblogger!!!! try to stay in character with this guy ok? lol

ooc storytelling will be tagged "hari's stories"!! they are often from askgames, but PLEASE request some if you ever get a prompt idea for this guy... you could ask about his past, present, and sometimes future!!

the current events each have tags for things related to their story! So far, we have the events “mourn the nineteenth”, “galarian imports”, “charm evolves”, “trip to alamos”, “unexpected egg”, “rebirth on the 26th”, and "entombed event". look at the tag to learn more!

there’s a tag for more serious stuff: that’s tagged as “lore”. Another lore heavy tag is “Forlorn presence”.

ofc, no generally unpleasant people, you get the drill. please send asks!!! :)

magic anons are on, too. please send asks!!!!!! this blog’s activity is mainly correlated to its interaction :)

also, small tidbit- you can do pelliper mail, but don't deliver a dusk stone. maru is gonna stay a lampent for a while because hari cant find one. so. when the time comes she'll evolve, but. yeah

#pokemon #pkmn

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askvladdraculatepes · 1 year

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*Walks over and gives a deep curtsy* My lord, Vlad Dracula Tepes. I am Ariawen, a friend of your son. It has come to both his and my attention that you learned something that Alucard wished you not to know, and as such, he panicked upon hearing that you knew and that you were coming to meet him. I have come ahead as a messenger and mediator. If you would follow me, I can guide you to a spot where we may talk without anyone seeing us.

"Very well. Take me there, but if I suspect any trickery, maliciousness or dishonesty I will not hesitate to make an example out of you. I do not intend on backing down from protecting my boy, even if he feels I should not. Humans are always out to hurt my family it seems, and I am tired of failing to keep the ones I love safe. No more."

OOC: tiny disclaimer in advance for this story, please don't involve other ask blogs in this storyline. Dracula and Alucard are ran by the same person who's having some fun, but I would rather avoid others getting dragged into this kind of au without their consent and prior discussion. Thanks in advance!

#dracula #castlevania #castlevania dracula #castlevania roleplay #ask blog #ask dracula #vlad dracula tepes #ask vlad dracula tepes #UnwelcomeVisitor!au

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starleska · 1 year

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I keep seeing the Steven universe and Jack interaction post going around and it humors me a little because lot of self inserts (including mine) have Steven’s hopeful valiant personality. I think it would be really interesting to have a character like that counter Jack’s bold evilness, unlike “Gemini” who stays on his shoulder compliant most of the time. Do you think he’d react well to someone who’s a martial pacifist? Unlike his men who would go life in limb solely for him, he has a S/O welling to throw themselves even to save someone or something insignificant?

oooh, this ask has been knocking around my head for a while!! what an interesting question 👀 it may be that he doesn't agree with you - or even thinks you're absurd, or delusional, for holding such 'weak' views. Jack is a man who prizes power above all else: physical largeness, assets and intimidation. however. i think Jack is a man who, deep down, holds respect for people who keep true to their principles. i think Jack would rather have a conversation with a strongly opinionated person on the opposite side of the spectrum concerning his worldviews, than he would a toadying yes-person who is just saying anything out of fear. a martial pacifist implies a strong devotion to pacifism as a principle, rather than simply being too weak to fight. i think the prospect would intrigue Jack...he’s very much a brute-force kind of guy, but we’ve seen that he isn’t above trickery and he’s clearly quite smart and devious. he’d be interested in someone like that, i think 💖 a few people making OCs to ship with Jack have dabbled with this concept, and i find it fascinating!! because when trying to conjure up a hypothetical relationship with Jack, if you’re interested in keeping some canon-consistency (and it’s totally fine if you don’t - OOC is fun too 🥰) you have to grapple with Jack’s messed-up worldview, his antipathy towards other people and their feelings, and his tendencies towards violence. my own OC, Aspen Branch, is in this pacifist category: she’s a healer, and tries to help people wherever she can regardless of the pain they may have inflicted on her. it would present a conundrum for Jack, i think...to come across these soft, kind-natured, non-violent individuals and to recognise a strength in them which he has never been able to achieve...a strength formed by self-acceptance and love for others. this is why i’m taking so long to write fic for Jack...there’s a lot to explore with his mentality, and i want to get it just right.

#thanks for sending this in anon i really enjoyed answering :3c #big jack horner #jack horner #big jack horner x oc #puss in boots: the last wish #starleskasks

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bonesandthebees · 1 year

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So guess who just finished the newest Stars chapter? You weren’t kidding when you said we would have a field day. Where the fuck am I supposed to start, Bee?!? There’s so much. And it was so satisfying to read. I’m gonna start by gushing about the unreliable narration. Because it’s been such a wild ride and you finally pulled back the curtain a little.

Because technically we should know right? Of course Ranboo is reporting back to Techno. Wilbur spends most of his time there believing it. And you lead us along this road of believing Tommy is being dumb by giving him the benefit of the doubt and thinking Ranboo is his friend and just a kid.

And then Wilbur gets more and more paranoid to the point of not trusting Tommy or himself. And Tommy is fighting his paranoia at every turn so you think maybe it is just paranoia, maybe there’s nothing there. And Wilbur starts to trust more and Aimsey calls him out and Ranboo said he just wanted to be friends while he’s still so damn noisy.

But you think maybe, just maybe, it’s just that, especially last chapter cuz this chapter he’s being noisy again and a little more suspicious which is part of the foreshadowing. Learning that Tommy also thinks he’s noisy and tells him off makes him more suspicious because if he’s trying to figure Wilbur out, why is he still pushing Tommy?

Jack fits in great with this too btw. Because he’s a guard and Wilbur knows he has orders and reports back. But then Jack reveals that he doesn’t and Wilbur trusts him. And there’s transparency there. And Jack and Wilbur are friend so I do still think Jack genuinely doesn’t report back but congrats on having me doubt it anyway. So if Jack has the order Ranboo might also have the order, but he’s not a guard. And if Jack can decide not to do it because of his friendship with Wilbur, Ranboo could do the same with Tommy.

But he didn’t.

-🌲

Okay spruce my flight boards in 6 min so I’m not gonna get through nearly as many of your asks as I thought lol but I’ll try to get through at least 1-2!

Unreliable narration my beloved <3 I feel like so many writers don’t realize how far they can go with it unless they’re going extreme with unreliable narration. If you’re in a single characters head, the perspective is gonna be skewed. But as readers we forget that because that one voice is our only insight into the world.

From the beginning, Wilbur suspected Ranboo. But then Wilbur’s POV gets questioned, and he starts second guessing himself so his POV changes to reflect that. Signs of suspicious from Ranboo are ignored or downplayed in the narration because that’s Wilbur tamping down on his inner paranoia.

I wanted to try and make Ranboo’s nosiness something that could almost just be seen as a character trait of his. Because in the dsmp, c!Ranboo is a centrist who likes hearing all sides of things. And I wanted to use the readers impressions of c!Ranboo against them, but not in a way that was ooc for c!ranboo. In my opinion, this is still fairly in character with c!ranboo’s people pleasing tendencies and his spineless, hypocritical nature. He’s not tricking Tommy out of malice. It’s because he wants to prove himself and make sure Techno likes him. But a lot of the fandom I think has a skewed view of c!ranboo and perceives him as a lot nicer or more genuine than he really is, so I wanted to take advantage of that and make readers think stars!Ranboo was like that. Genuine, sweet, if a bit awkward. So unreliable narration plus the medium of this being fanfic itself really helped with my trickery :)

Exactly! Jack can find a way around his orders, so Ranboo 100% could too. With the reveal, I wanted to emphasize that Ranboo has a CHOICE. He doesn’t have to do this. Techno even gives him an out! But he insists. This wasn’t something he was bullied into. It’s something he just doesn’t view as that bad because he’s a hypocritical lil guy

#ask #the stars and their children #spruce anon

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circumference-pie · 2 years

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for the pining prompts: mei changsu/xiao jingyan, 6 | wei wuxian/jiang cheng, 5 | yezun/shen wei, 8 (but like. if yezun had killed shen wei himself??? for your consideration)

romantic or platonic are both fine, where's the line anyways!!

reciprocated for all of them, please :)

Yessss! I took such a long-ass time with this one (2 months QAQ), thank you for waiting.

8 is

Jumping universes to find living version of dead love

(I interpreted the word "jumping" very loosely, lol.)

Relationship: Shen Wei & Yezun Rating: T for some violence Tags: violence, drama-typical logic, OOC Shen Wei but for good reasons

Summary: “Human, Yashou, Dixingren…all full of trickery, betrayal, forsaking…This world is filthy! So I’ll remake it, from the highest of the high to the lowest of the low.”

Yezun gets his wish.

Wordcount: 1700 Thanks to Karios (ao3: Karios) for the beta-read.

= = = = =

Alive…he’s alive. Shen Wei’s trick…

The floor of the Dixing palace swims into his vision, tiled stone. Someone is moaning softly in the distance. Yezun makes an effort, and the crumpled form of Zhao Yunlan comes into blurry focus, limp on the ground from their last fight.

“Shen Wei…”

At first Yezun thinks it’s himself, breathing out his brother’s name. Then he realizes the voice is not his, and it’s whispering a name he’s never used.

“Shen Wei…”

He forgets his wounds, forgets he’s almost dead, forgets everything in sheer blank rage. He forgets there are holes in him, leaking pitch and smoke, as he struggles to his feet.

Zhao Yunlan is the first to go, in a miasma of black mist. His cronies next, the throne room itself, then the palace and everything around it. Yezun’s power balloons with every being he absorbs; Dixing can no longer contain him.

Above, Longcheng is crumbling, buckling inward, and Yezun takes special pleasure in swallowing 4 Guangming Street before sucking in the entire disintegrating city, then the continent, then the planet.

He floats in the emptiness, himself, in the stark light of the nearest star. He is all-powerful, burning from within with potential. Some poor Dixingren must have had the power to fabricate matter from nothing, and now Yezun makes sparks and globules trail from his fingertips. Experimentally, he sketches a sphere, a miniature of the planet he just devoured.

Unbidden, Zhao Yunlan’s voice surfaces in his memory. You only know how to destroy out of hatred, not to nurture new things in hope. History will never look kindly on the likes of you.

Yezun’s smile spasms. “You’re wrong, Zhao Yunlan!”

He sweeps his arm toward the planet, and it grows, filling his vision. It suddenly teems with oceans and mountains, lakes and deserts, cities, humans, Yashou. Below the surface, the caverns of Dixing are also there, and crawling with Dixingren.

This is a world where orphans are never abandoned, brothers never separate, and betrayal is impossible.

It’s his world. A perfect one.

Yezun looks around. One more thing…

The man at his side stares straight ahead.

They are twins, after all, identical except for the color of their hair, down to the bones of their little toes. He hadn’t needed a body to recreate Shen Wei.

He holds out a hand. “Big brother. Come.”

Shen Wei takes it obediently.

Yezun takes them to Dixing. Except in this Dixing, there is light. Denizens go about their business under a glow as full as the sun’s, the clatter of carts and babble of a market all clamoring under a bright ceiling.

In front of the palace, in the warping heat from the rivers of molten rock, Yezun waves a hand upward. “Dixing. All in the light, like you wanted when we were children. See? I did this for you.”

Shen Wei turns his head to look at Yezun. His lips tilt up briefly into a smile, before his face returns to a flat, expressionless plane.

The earth around them trembles once. The light above dims briefly.

“What do you think?” Yezun asks, softly, dangerously.

“I think…” says the recreated Shen Wei. “I think…” He smiles again at Yezun. “I think…”

“WHAT?” Yezun nearly screams at him.

Shen Wei only keeps smiling, unaware that Dixing is shaking, the molten rivers are heaving, people are screaming, that his own body is cracking apart.

This time Dixing is as dark as new-moon nights aboveground. There is no indeterminate gloaming, no dim twilight to navigate by. The only visibility comes from smoky lamps and hearthfires flickering in windows, and the only sounds are the forlorn footsteps of the city watch.

“It’s beautiful,” says Shen Wei. He’s dressed this time in his human costume, crisp shirt and mint jacket, his hair cropped short.

“Is it,” says Yezun flatly, standing next to him in his own white suit.

By the flickering light of a nearby lantern, the look Shen Wei gives Yezun through his long lashes is happy and tender, something Yezun once saw directed at Zhao Yunlan, before.

Bile rises in his throat, sharp and bitter. Malice curls fingers over his heart. “Let’s go,” he says, taking Shen Wei by the arm.

Surprise glints in the depths of his brother’s eyes. “Where?”

“The surface.”

It’s night in Longcheng, the city sleeping under stars and between electric streetlamps. The bright coin of the moon is out. They stroll down cobbled avenues and past darkened storefronts, their steps clicking into the silence. When they come to what should have been Guangming Street, there is nothing. No shops, no fruit sellers, no boxy brick building. Just a curb where there should have been an intersection, and an empty lot beyond.

“Oh,” says Yezun softly. “My mistake. Your friends don’t exist, none of them. They never have and never will.”

Shen Wei inclines his head. “Little brother is very wise.”

Yezun whirls on him. “Wise? Yes! More than all of you, more than Ma Gui, more than Zhao Yunlan, more than you!”

Shen Wei blinks at him uncertainly.

“WHY?” Yezun roars, seizing his collar. His spittle lands on Shen Wei's cheek. “Why did you give so much to THEM?”

“I…don’t know. Who?”

Yezun thrusts his hand out, and Shen Wei dissolves into black smoke as the ball of dark energy hits him.

This world is Dixing, only Dixing. Yezun has only created the palace this time. Shen Wei lies in the center of the throne room, his torso bare, bound by his wrists and ankles to heavy chains that stretch to the corners of the room. The only other people are a man dressed from head to toe in black, and Yezun in his white robes.

“I’ll kill you all,” Shen Wei spits, jerking viciously on his chains, the chamber echoing with the sound of metal. “Let me go! I’ll show you!”

Yezun nods, gratified. Crying and raging. Yes. This is what he wants.

“I’ll kill you!” Shen Wei bellows at Yezun.

Hatred sears immediately through Yezun, as if his words have struck a switch. He raises his hand.

“START!” he shouts, and the man in black raises the chain-whip in his hand, brings it down on the prisoner’s back.

Shen Wei’s screams are very satisfying.

A new universe, another one, another, another!

It’s not working, he can’t do it, it keeps going wrong!

At last, there is nothing. Yezun floats in a void. His eyelashes are rimed with frost, his body stiff and frozen. His mind will evaporate soon, too.

Brother…

His brother will never stand by his side again. They will never get the childhood they deserved, the future they wanted.

Here.

Yezun opens his eyes to find himself in a bubble of air and warmth. “Little brother,” Shen Wei’s voice says, and then he’s there too, in the embroidered black robes Yezun last saw him in ten thousand years ago, raven braids drifting behind him.

“You left me.” Yezun’s voice is a thin, accusing whine. “That day.”

Shen Wei — the facsimile, simulacrum, figment — smiles sadly. “So that’s why you hate me so.”

“Shouldn’t I?”

“Watch.”

Suddenly the cold of space is gone, and Yezun is surrounded by the parching heat of a Haixing summer, the sun beating overhead. He’d forgotten. He’d forgotten how the insects buzzed in the dry grass that day, how the dust made him cough, how the sky seemed to be so white that it scorched.

He watches two boys, one in white and one in black, struggle on in the wide wasteland. He watches a bandit approach them and the boy in white faint. He can’t contain a cry of indignation when the bandit hurls the boy in black, kicking and struggling, off the ridge. He sees Shen Wei survive, sees himself being carried away.

He watches Shen Wei search for years and years, until he joins the war.

When the vision fades, Yezun is weeping, his tears separating from the corners of his eyes in floating silver droplets. “You didn’t abandon me,” he whispers. “You wanted me with you all along.”

Shen Wei reaches out to clasp Yezun’s shoulder. His hand is solid. Real. “How could I abandon you? You were the one person I loved.”

Yezun sniffs. “It’s too late. It can’t go back to the way it was.”

“Silly.” Shen Wei points at Yezun’s belly. “Everything’s still in there, isn’t it? Let them out.”

He’s right. Yezun can feel them in him, all the people and buildings and animals and oceans, eager to go back to their rightful places.

But there’s one more thing. “You’ll be there, too?” he asks pettily, jealously, already dreading the answer.

“I…I’ve already left the world. It’s not right for me to go back.”

“Then I’m not doing it.”

“But…” Shen Wei’s voice grows quiet and fills with longing. “I want to.”

Yezun understands, and scoffs with all the strength of his wounded spite. “And who is he to you?”

Shen Wei takes both of Yezun’s hands in his, warm and calloused from millennia of wielding the glaive, reassuring. “You will always be my brother, no matter what. Don’t be afraid. I'm not going to leave you.”

Yezun’s eyes narrow. Can’t he erase just one person?

“I promise.”

Yezun closes his eyes for a moment before breathing out, long and sustained.

Everything the same as it was.

Zhao Yunlan is even more annoying than Yezun thought he’d be. Always hanging around Shen Wei, always demanding his attention, both arrogant and childish. Yezun didn’t realize he could hate another person with as much concentrated ire as he does now.

Which is why, when Shen Wei extracts himself from Zhao Yunlan’s lanky, clinging limbs to join Yezun at the doorstep of the Special Investigation Division, Yezun smirks triumphantly at the SID chief sprawled on the couch.

“I promised we’d go to the zoo today,” Shen Wei says over his shoulder, to Zhao Yunlan’s last whining protest.

“Then bring me back a—”

Yezun slams the big doors closed.

“So?” he says brightly to Shen Wei, whose face is full of consternation. “Shall we get going?”

#guardian #shen wei #yezun #circ makes words #镇魂 #zhen hun #will go up on ao3 as soon as i think of a title haha

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