“He was deceptively quiet. He appeared anaemic and frail. He kept himself on the periphery. But Will was right about how much Nico had been through. He had been born in Mussolini’s Italy. He had survived decades in the time-warp reality of the Lotus Casino. He’d emerged in modern times disoriented and culture-shocked, arrived at Camp Half-Blood, and promptly lost his sister Bianca to a dangerous quest. He had wandered the Labyrinth in self-imposed exile, being tortured and brainwashed by a malevolent ghost. He’d overcome everyone’s distrust and emerged from the Battle of Manhattan as a hero. He’d been captured by giants during the rise of Gaia. He’d wandered Tartarus alone and somehow managed to come out alive. And, through it all, he’d struggled with his upbringing as a conservative Catholic Italian male from the 1930s and finally learned to accept himself as a young gay man. Anyone who could survive all that had more resilience than Stygian iron.”
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do you explain
the way the space in between
bodies in a shared
bed can feel like an entire
country? I’m saying
that all inventions come
at the cost of a room
different than it was.
— Hanif Abdurraqib, from “It’s Not Like Nikola Tesla Knew All of Those People Were Going to Die,” in Fortune for Your Disaster
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I hear girls can sometimes fake an orgasm so imagine darling just trying to do that to get their yan off of them like the yan's goal is to make them cum so they fake it
I feel like virgin yans would believe it, then there are those that honestly want to make a mess out of you instead and then there's Zhongli
Oh no, but anon if you do that you'll inflate their ego so bad. They're all smug and happy about it and going on a monologue about how see, you DO love them, your body knows it too!
The perpetual smug™ boy trio of Childe/Kaeya/Xingqiu would be the absolute worst, depending on your mentality you’re either trying hard not to laugh or roll your eyes because they will believe it 100%. Partially because they WANT to believe it, because again, arrogant boys. The extra downside is they’ll also be SO offended if they find out otherwise, first getting all mad and pouty but that soon devolves into a “well I’ll just make sure you can’t lie anymore” and go all-out via use of whatever is at their disposal for consecutive forced orgasms and overstim purposes, at the very least until you cry :) But from that point onward they’ll be suspicious of you, so it doesn’t work out well.
The sweet boy quartet of Venti/Thoma/Chongyun/Bennett would also believe you the first time around, and absolutely devastated you lied. Honestly though could you really bring yourself to do that to them you monster? Thankfully being sweethearts they’ll blame themselves and try to “get better”, probably even apologizing... you feel bad about it in the end.
Xiao and Diluc both are already a little pessimistic and that doesn’t change here, might suspect you of something from the beginning. Especially since neither is very... experienced or familiar with what they’re doing, they automatically assume that unless it’s exaggerated, it’s not real (especially modern AU -- if it’s not a full blown theatrical climax like in the gratuitous amounts of porn they consume, they won’t buy it). Will probably accuse you of faking it even when it WAS real. Sigh. And, much like the smug boys, will essentially force you into more of them until you give them one they can believe.
And yeah unfortunately Zhongli can tell the difference and will know immediately. You can see it in his facial expression, but it’s more amused than angry. Just smiles, chuckles, tells you there’s no need for that... it’s not like he was done with you anyway.
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Who would miss the year at this hour?
Like headlights circling suburbia.
And since there aren’t directions
to the afterlife, we must put on
our coats and smile. We must be
children pressing our hands
to the ice, without apology
for our awe—the same kind
we keep trying to find
in churches and cheap hotels.
The kind we can’t buy
in malls or airport bars.
I have said so many things I don’t mean
it would take lives I’ve yet to imagine,
stepping onto another train,
a lost pair of kites hurrying,
many drinks, less expectations—
surely you know the feeling
of having to walk through the cold
without music or stars.
— Alex Dimitrov, “December”
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