#the real and strong emotion of that kind he would rather hide

[yunarim]

hello! If you can, can you write a head cannon(others are fine) with the femperfect who had an ability to neutralize magic with a simple physical contact? Like the magic will automatically disappear once it makes contact with her so she often wears gloves, and I would like to see the overblots reaction(if you can't do all you can just do malleus ^^) thank you!

yuu can neutralize the use of any kind of magic with a touch.

… ✦ characters : overblot squad … ✦ tags : female reader, books 1-7 major spoilers, hurt/comfort, cursing in leona's and vil's parts, mention of blood in leona's part, jp translation terms (dorm leader, VDC), can be read platonically in all of parts except for vil, idia & esp malleus ones (i imply romantic way tho), me experimenting with the format or something … ✦ song : monochrome frame ⏤ kanon wakeshima … ✦ recommended : light mode [ … ✦ ao3 ]

… ✦ Riddle Rosehearts ┆touching . . . neck ⏤ ✧ Her wearing gloves wasn’t exceptional. They all were, and since Yuu didn’t have her specifically designed dorm uniform, indeed, it was quite common for her to wear gloves. 

⏤ ✧ Riddle would often find her look around before washing hands and taking off her gloves.

⏤ ✧ One day he realized he waited for her to do that and observe if she hid something underneath this accessory item but ended up dispelling his own doubts - her hands were just beautiful. 

“Oh, do you eat this with your hands?” She asked at an unbirthday party, glancing at a pink cupcake on the plate before her. 

“Yes, as a rule. If you’re worrying about getting messy, do not fret. The cupcake doesn't crumble, and Trey made sure the cream isn’t too greasy and doesn’t stick to the fingers.”

Yuu smiled, taking off her gloves and wrapping her fingers around a small cupcake. 

“Woah, such a nice taste! Tell Trey he did well.”

Still, he wondered, what was the mystery shrouded in darkness of her gloves. 

⏤ ✧ Yuu was gentle in her actions, she never judged, smiling tenderly and telling him to take his time and not to rush things. 

⏤ ✧ Unlike a certain duo getting on his nerves.

⏤ ✧ Never in his life felt he so powerful, so authoritative, so… valid. 

⏤ ✧ Something underneath was telling him it wasn’t right to throw insults at her and just… yell like he was a little child, not knowing how to handle his own emotions.

⏤ ✧ Yet maybe he was, calling her insolent and foolish. 

⏤ ✧ She was just a magicless human! Why rush to him, tearing her gloves off her hands and screaming something with such an obstinate gaze fixed on him?

“My goodness, Riddle, come to your senses!”

⏤ ✧ Her touch felt so ephemeral and light on his deadly cold skin, and even though his almost devilishly malevolent grin didn’t scare her, Yuu still bit her lip after Riddle’s phrenetic laughter. 

⏤ ✧ A sudden flash of light made him switch his attention to what happened to him just in a mere second. 

The overflowing power that pounded in his vessels with a burning seething abruptly left him in an instant, devastating his mind and body.

He collapsed, exhausted, to the ground, barely finding the strength to raise a pair of bulging eyes to her and exhale brokenly.

“What did you?.. Huh…”

⏤ ✧ He was at loss for words, not even caring about Trey’s concerns at the moment. 

⏤ ✧ Light flickered on where she touched him, and he welcomed the sensation without realizing it.

“You… you do have magic after all?”

⏤ ✧ One little gentle touch, and all of his enormous powers are gone. So simple yet devastating.

“I would call magic not the fact I neutralized you, but rather…”

She embraced him, welcoming into her tender hug and encouraging him to let all his negative emotions free, and he laughed, hiding his teary eyes in her shoulder.

Maybe she was right, and this was her real magic.

… ✦ Leona Kingscholar ┆touching . . . shoulders ⏤ ✧ He wasn’t surprised that Heartslabyul little tyrant or what do they call him even was defeated with the help of Ramshackle dorm girl.

⏤ ✧ Women are strong. And that’s a rule.

⏤ ✧ But one look at Prefect’s hands got him thinking that maybe she was strong another way. Such hands couldn’t bring harm to anyone, he was sure of it.

⏤ ✧ Her rather adamant gaze on him was such an entertaining sight to witness. 

Leona chuckled when she stepped on his tail. She did apologize for her behavior, of course, but he knew from the very beginning that she wasn’t entirely regretting her actions.  

“I’m really sorry,” her voice was firm, steady and solid enough for him to fix his gaze on her a little longer than he thought he would.

“You aren’t, Prefect.”

“Do I know you?” 

She didn’t. Yet he knew her after what happened, his eyes locked on her hands in an examining way. 

⏤ ✧ A little thought of asking Riddle what the hell is wrong with her hands since no trace of magic was found on her. ⏤ ✧ She was just a normal girl minding her business, and it was supposed to be this way.

⏤ ✧ He wasn’t against her planting flowers when he was around since she remained quiet, her head full of worry because of those little accidents he sabotaged with Ruggie’s help. 

He did know he should stay away from her hands. 

Especially in that state when his own looked so rough, long pointed claws clenching in fists and digging into the palms, scarlet blood mixed with viscous ink trickled down his hands.

⏤ ✧ Such a reckless human being, knowing nothing about his disappointment, rushed to him without any doubt. What a joke. 

⏤ ✧ Even hyenas turned against him, and would she even make any difference? Of course not…

⏤ ✧ He was trying to convince himself he stopped for a mere moment because she was a magicless woman. 

And yet somehow she almost grabbed his hand, claiming he was being unreasonable and unstable and some other pathetic bullshit.

He brushed off her hand, knowing it would do something to him. Something he realized he wasn’t so opposed to accepting when she yelled out his name, this time putting both her hands on his shoulders.

“Do this shit once more and you’ll fucking witness my real wrath, Leona, now calm down!!”

He fell into her embrace, her hands still on his shoulders but not gripping them firmly. She sighed in relief, gently stroking his hair, and smiled.

Shit, Leona thought, laughing to himself and almost craving her warm touch, grabbing her hand and squeezing it, while dust accumulated in a sedimenting cloud was dissolving around them, so no one could really see him being suddenly vulnerable.

She was dangerous. And maybe he liked it.

… ✦ Azul Ashengrotto ┆touching . . . cheeks ⏤ ✧ How curious! A supposed-to-be-magicless human performing miracles with just a little touch! 

⏤ ✧ He thought of depriving her of Ramshackle dormitory first, but now, after she bewitched Riddle and even Leona? No, he couldn’t miss such an opportunity to take her powers. 

⏤ ✧ He could have everything one might dream of in at the snap of a finger, and a siren’s voice, a ballerina’s gracefulness, a mind of greatest’ scientists ⏤ one harmless contract, and a wish could be granted. 

⏤ ✧ And yet Yuu. Girl from another dimension with that always gloved hands of hers. She was such an interesting person to observe. 

He gathered information, oh sure he did, he already had two opponents down thanks to her, and he couldn’t afford being another one himself.

“How about your neutralizing powers?”

“Ha, you wish, mind dealing with overblots then?” 

Oh, Yuu was amusing, indeed, but Azul just knew he would deprive her of her ability one day. Sooner or later. 

⏤ ✧ Despite rejecting his offer and agreeing to do an extremely ridiculous task instead of having her ability deprived, he would still find her in Mostro Lounge, her fingers on the glass full of drink he personally made, her lips gently pressing to its corners. 

⏤ ✧ A tender smile spreading on her face was quite distracting, which Azul wouldn’t ever admit, his gaze fixed on her delicate hands. 

⏤ ✧ She was captivating and it was scaring him. 

Ah, really, foolish humans, knowing about his past and making fun of his own intelligence. 

He was working so hard, but one magicless girl suddenly got all the attention and appreciation he always wanted just because she could neutralize magic with a touch?

Azul thought he hated her at the moment ink was splashing everywhere, drops of tar scattered in splatterings, falling on her clothes as well as her hands, ungloved this time.

Mind dealing with overblots… right? 

Part of him wished she would just touch him and they would be over it, but still he hesitated when she approached carefully, no signs of fear in her eyes. She was truly magnificent. 

“Let me handle this responsibility, Azul,” she said, pressing her fingers to his cheek and caressing it. A flash of light turned him back to normal state, the only difference was him crying and leaning to her touch, as if starved for it. “And you please remain the way you are.”

And he will.

… ✦ Jamil Viper ┆touching . . . hands

⏤ ✧ That Ramshackle dorm girl having an ability to neutralize others’ magic with just a one touch has become an axioma by now. 

⏤ ✧ Having any problem with the amount of magic used? Or maybe overused? Then no need to worry, NRC now had Yuu to handle all that.

⏤ ✧ He couldn’t care less about her, but still found himself thinking he felt sorry for her. He didn’t wonder how it felt to be the one everyone relies on when it’s hard, but other times forgot you exist. He knew it by heart.

… Huh. Or maybe not?

“You should give yourself more credit, you’re doing excellent. Always remember it,” she said to him one day, her fingers clasping around his wrist reassuringly.

An electrical impulse ran down his whole hand, a sudden warmth spreading in his vessels.

He chuckled, a small knife cut didn’t bother him at all. Why would she say it so unexpectedly thoughtfully to him when she stayed in Scarabia? 

Everything in his plan was perfect, and yet her words distracted him for a moment. He was too preoccupied with his own feelings and conflicted emotions to handle her… care?

⏤ ✧ No way. It was not her ability he secretly admired for being so helpful. It was her shrewdness and the way she saw people through. 

⏤ ✧ Did she feel he was about to do something malicious and not so praise worthy? Otherwise why would she say such things to him? 

⏤ ✧ There was no way she genuinely cared for his well-being.

He couldn’t remember when was the last time his emotions were so tangled and complicated so that he couldn’t sort them out. Snakes aimed right at her hands she was reaching to him weren’t scary, and even the way he smirked when her attempt to touch him failed didn’t cause her to stop. 

A small part of him wanted her words to be true but he knew all the things she said were a mere mendacity to fool him. 

“You’re not someone else’s shadow, Jamil.”

He pushed her hard enough for her to fall on her knees before him. His anger spread in the ink splashing everywhere, but she remained her gaze fixed on him nevertheless.

He thought that maybe… maybe it was worthy to believe her.

He chuckled when he outstretched his hand to be shaken himself, and Yuu smiled at him, taking his hand in her.

… ✦ Vil Schoenheit ┆touching . . . eyelids

⏤ ✧ Good for Yuu she still managed to control her own psyche by dealing with so many splashes of demolished emotions in such a short amount of time.

⏤ ✧ Still, Ramshackle Prefect was complicated to him. Vil genuinely thought there was something wrong with his sudden desire to take care of her.

⏤ ✧ She was close to being perfect by now, despite having those horrible eye bags appeared because of sleepless nights she took helping Azul with arranging new drinks in the menu and all the times Vil caught her excusing herself during their VDC rehearsals in order to check on Leona or Riddle or whoever she kept an eye on after overblotting.

Yuu was wonderful, truly. But instead of appreciating herself she preferred to praise everyone else.

And Vil wasn’t an exception.

“You’re a lifesaver,” she giggled when he bent towards her face to apply a concealer. “A true hero, really.”

Hero?.. He? Ah, Prefect, what were you saying? 

He sighed, taking her hands in his and asking whether he could take off her gloves or not as she nodded, allowing him to apply a hand cream on her skin. What a pleasant feeling…

“Even if you’re a manager, you’re still our representative. No way you would show up on stage with these eye bags of yours. And what did I tell you about having some sleep before VDC? You really…”

She smiled, saying something about having a bad feeling before going to sleep. How truly discerning she was at that very moment. 

⏤ ✧ He couldn’t be a hero, at least her hero, when he chuckled so maliciously at her attempt to reach for him. Now no one could, he was fairest of them all, outshining especially her.  

⏤ ✧ He applied a curse on her which restrained her from touching him ever so slightly, and that would be it until he willingly allowed it. He believed in his strong volition, but still…

“Every hero has their moment when they have a whole world turned against them, Vil,” she said demandingly, almost choking on the dark fog coming off from Vil’s body. “And since when do you act as if you’re such a mediocre character! Where’s Vil who would step on everyone and slay as a fucking queen you really are!!”

He laughed genuinely at her wording, not noticing her getting up from her knees after being blown away with the magic wave he created, and pulled him closer by a translucent veil, pressing a gentle kiss on his eyelids.

“I would prefer cheek instead, thank you,” he chuckled, light sparklets surrounding him. “You ruined my makeup.”

“You also ruined a whole stage, but okay.”

… ✦ Idia Shroud ┆touching . . . forehead

⏤ ✧ The one who Idia wanted to avoid the most was none other than Ramshackle Prefect.

⏤ ✧ All eyes were on her by now, and that meant he would rather die than talk to her.

⏤ ✧ If not only the whole STYX demanded him to get in touch with her in order to get the data regarding her ability, gather info on how her powers work, otherwise she would be taken by force and…

⏤ ✧ He DIDN’T want all of those at all!! She already swept every SSR character off their feet already, and now interacting with him? What the hell!

⏤ ✧ Ugh, not him actually spotting her trying to beat the boss in a PSP game. Where in the world did she find a working PSP even? 

⏤ ✧ Her fingers were clicking furiously on the buttons… those were the hands that dealt with five overblots? Unbelievable.

⏤ ✧ Unbelievably pretty⏤ WHAAH he didn’t want to even think about her that way what the!!

⏤ ✧ Idia was avoiding her like the plague. Even after all things happening at STYX he still preferred to listen to others’ complaints and oh whatsoever important rather than facing her, but his responsibilities came first above everything.

And when he thought it would be hard to convince her to do some tests in order to analyze the data received from them she willingly agreed, smiling at him like it was nothing.

“Okay, but help me with beating that boss later,” she sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingers. Idia wondered whether her ability was helping her herself. “I’m going crazy right here.”

“U-ugh, f-fine… It’s not even t-that hard tho…”

“It is!” She protested, turning to him and witnessing pinkish hue flaming on his hair. “It’s just you’re too good. I admire you for that.”

⏤ ✧ Nononono he wouldn’t fall into that trap, he already heard enough about her being so unnecessarily nice!!

⏤ ✧ Shit. He fell, and fell hard.

Why would deny her touch when he would make her try doing it at least? He had cool armor, he was floating midair. She couldn’t even hear him properly when Vil appeared before her, covering her with his back and demanding her stay behind. 

It was normal for him to behave that way. Covering himself in a darkness where nobody could reach for him, and yet Yuu could somehow. He jolted for a second when she yelled at him, telling Vil to step aside. 

She still couldn’t touch him. He wanted to believe that no one could, but somehow the image of her fingers clicking on a game console popped up in his mind, causing his heart to skip a beat shamelessly. He was so pathetic and⏤

“I thought you would help me beat the boss, Idia, not me helping you beat the shit out of yourself!!” 

She was insane for asking Epel to take the chariot and fly over to him, then leaning towards him and trying to touch him. She grabbed his armor, hissing under her breaths while he wasn’t getting her actions at all, trying to cover himself from her. From the rest of the world.

“Fine then! If you’re the final boss I should beat, then so be it!”

No, why was her face being so close to his, that’s bad!! 

His mind blew completely after Yuu pressed her lips to his bare forehead and threw him onto the chariot.

“Did I manage? Will you help me now then? Hehe.”

“Sh-shut up!!”

“Make me.”

Note: never ever piss Yuu off again. (Well maybe just a little because she was so hot ahem⏤)

… ✦ Malleus Draconia ┆touching . . . lips

⏤ ✧ Yuu was a rather peculiar child of man. Wielding no magic powers, and yet Malleus felt something in her from the very beginning. 

⏤ ✧ First he observed her when she was busy renovating the Ramshackle garden, she seemed so peaceful and collected, humming something under her breath.

⏤ ✧ He would bring her flowers every night without her noticing only to find her bringing blankets and a container with a hot tea in it and spending a whole night waiting for something… or rather someone to come.

⏤ ✧ “A stranger who brings me bouquets every night, please let me know you’re here. It’s quite cold outside.” She said one night, her gaze fixed on green sparkletts floating around her. 

⏤ ✧ Next day he appeared before her, placing a flower crown he made on her head. Small gypsophila flowers intertwined with scarlet zinnias, decorating her delicate image.

⏤ ✧ “Ah really, why would you appear only now. With such a pleasant gesture even! Wait for a moment then.”

She gathered some flowers she had grown by herself, then took her gloves off and did another flower crown for him personally. Something fluttered in his chest the moment she touched his horns, smiling softly, and laughed with her clear sweet voice, recoiling after decorating his head with a flower crown.

His heart was pounding in his chest, his whole body shuddered at her touch, and in that moment he knew he was close to making a deal with the devil so that the lingering feeling of her fingers would never leave him.

“Would you mind teaching me how to make those? I guess I’m pretty bad…”

He chuckled, admitting he never felt something so pleasant and light before, as if her whole body was radiating something celestial, her hands feeling absolutely pristine and divine.

⏤ ✧ Every night they met she would tell him stories about what happened to her. So many students overblotting, and yet… The way she stuttered for a moment every time she mentioned overblots was confusing to him as if she wasn’t telling something really important. 

⏤ ✧ He wanted to trust her nevertheless. She was tender in the way she looked at him, glimpses of happiness blossoming in her eyes every time he appeared in the garden, welcoming her gently. 

⏤ ✧ He craved her touch, the image of her putting a flower crown on his head still lingered in his mind, never fading nor dissolving, remaining the most precious memory of her.

“You never fail to impress me, child of man,” he said once during VDC right after Vil overblotted and he arrived.

“How come, Tsunotarou?” he laughed at how astonished others were at you calling him by that silly nickname. 

“Witnessing you have no fear towards me is truly a blessing.”

She smiled at him then, her cheeks slightly dusted with a beautiful pinkish hue. 

“Having you as my dearest friend is a blessing too!”

⏤ ✧ Friend…?

⏤ ✧ Right, friend. And what friends are needed for? 

⏤ ✧ Apparently, Malleus thought Yuu would be delighted to see him putting everyone in a sleeping state. If he can’t be someone even dearer to her, then he would be her most devoted guardian.

⏤ ✧ She resembled a fairy, telling him about her tremendous adventures, so it would be natural for him to tell her a fairy tale in return.

“Do not resist the temptation, child of man.”

His voice, so alluring and somnolent, enveloped her, her eyelids feeling leaden. He was standing right in front of her, looking at how her body trembled under his enticing enchantment. He knew by now he shouldn’t touch her, even though her eyes told him otherwise, begging to lean to her.

“Although it would be interesting to fall under your spell and feel that divine feeling, please allow me to grant you with a happy ending you truly deserve.”

“You… never asked me… what kind of ending I truly want…” Her voice was fading, and she could barely stand at that moment, but Malleus knew.

If she takes one step closer, that would be the end for him. 

So she did, thorns enveloping her, but she managed to grab Malleus by his clothes somehow, her face being extremely close to his, his astonished gaze fixed on her, blurry and sorrowful.

“Perhaps a true love kiss would wake you up from this dream, Malleus.”

She pressed her lips to his, tenderly whispering those words and smiling through the kiss when a bright light surrounded them. 

Malleus picked up her exhausted body, oblivious to the dissipation of his own magic, and looked at her worriedly, ignoring the slowly awakening students.

“Ugh… don’t underestimate me. You still haven’t taught me how to make pretty flower crowns.”

And she was right. “Indeed. That’s the least I can do for showing me the ending I truly do adore.”

⏤ ☆ notes : omg thx for requesting!! i got carried away in malleus part (a little bit.... kinda... forgive me for that) but still i hope you like it! ~

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[l0vem41l]

heart for brains.

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, hurt/comfort-esque but not really, fluff (?) sensitive reader who loooves being tough, a few pet names are used (darling, lovely—) but sparingly because i can never take things seriously 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic </3 」

↳ ft. asra alnazar, julian devorak, lucio morgasson, muriel of the kokhuri, nadia satrinava, portia devorak

author's note: less of the “One Bad Thing happened and it fucking destroyed me” type of sensitive even though that’s so real and valid and more of the "big emotions are slowly killing me always" type. sorry if they're slightly ooc! i'm playing the game again,,,, eventually :> need to get their dialogue right AWIOFJWRIHFW (┬┬﹏┬┬) more lighthearted in lucio’s part (cant stand this bitch!!!!! /affectionate), and unfortunately nadia’s and portia’s are criminally short (；′⌒`)........ i love them i just haven’t played their routes also also!!!! used some borders from @cafekitsune in this!! lmk if it makes things easier to read cuz i might keep it! (☆-ｖ-)

" life's hard when you're soft. "

▸ ASRA has grown the most familiar with your routine. you’re not quite fragile, as he’s come to discover— just that you tend to swallow your emotions down with a smile, only for them to rise back up at the slightest inconvenience. in a few moments— as predicted— the tears stinging in your eyes finally begin slipping.

he gently cups your face, even as you attempt to hide away and avert your gaze, drying your cheeks with his fingers. you swear to him, through mumbles and sobs that you’re trying to toughen up— you’re really trying— while insisting there’s no reason for you to be upset about your little predicament while you choke back the sob rising in your throat. they know you too well for those feeble attempts to convince them.

“shhh… it’s alright. it’s alright.” asra’s voice is understanding. patient. they wouldn’t care if you were crying over the smallest matter in the universe right now. all their focus is on calming you down.

while asra believes and insists that your capacity for strong emotions is a blessing and not a curse like you tend to think, he does wish that your tenderness would not be so abused by the world around you. at the end of the day, he reminds you that you’ve got his love— that he’ll always be there to wipe your tears away— but will always secretly wonder to himself about why you continue to be so recklessly kind.

even so, you’re never to blame for your big heart in their eyes. and slowly, everything they do to make the world a better place is in hope that one day, the world will be sweeter to you.

▸ JULIAN does quietly and internally freak out when he first sees you cry— not because he doesn’t know what to do, but rather because he hadn’t expected seeing you, out of all people, like this. you— the person who always seemed to find something to be happy about instead of dwelling on your misery. you— who frequently brushed off inconveniences and upsetting circumstances with little to no thought. you— who always bounced back, always saw it through.

oh, but he could never be upset with you for crying. not at all.

he knows he can’t just leave you sobbing your eyes out. so, with the sensibility that he has, he gently guides you to a quiet place for you and allows you to lean against him. he’ll attempt to talk you through it, even if you don’t feel like speaking, hoping that the one-sided conversation of his ramblings will at least distract you, if not soothe you.

your head to his chest, he takes one of your hands in his, while the other gently grips your hip. tells you how brave and strong you are— even if you don’t seem particularly inclined to believe him at the moment, shooting a small glare at him through watery eyes as he says these things.

“i wasn’t patronizing you,” he says, eyebrows raising slightly as your shoulders tense, “i mean it.”

you take a deep breath, gauging the sincerity of his words, before finally relaxing.

“‘m sorry… it’s stupid— i know it is. you shouldn’t have to do this.” you sniffle.

for a moment, julian only shakes his head in response, his thumb caressing the top of your hand as he squeezes it. “but darling, i want to.”

while he’s not as attuned with your emotions as asra, julian is good at getting you to calm down. will definitely do a few breathing exercises with you to help you ground yourself, in between his affirmations and reassurances.

▸ is it really all that surprising that LUCIO is completely clueless? in his eyes, everything was going completely fine for you two seconds ago— or so it seemed. here he was, just coming by to check on you, only to watch you crumple into yourself, hiding your face in your hands as you muttered a half-hearted “go away.”

he’s too stubborn to listen to that. besides, even he knows he’d be a massive asshole if he just left you like this. instead, lucio sits right next to you, shoulder pressed up to yours, and asks about what happened. perhaps pester is a better word.

while not intentionally rude, he’s slightly dismissive of the situation at first, wondering why in the world something so trivial would matter so much to you. it takes a second, but lucio backpedals on this immediately when he realizes you're not calming down, you're getting worse. your breathing grows quicker and more tears spill— you don’t even reply to him. oopsies. silent comfort it is.

he’s not completely useless. instead of using words, he’ll put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, allowing you to cry it out for as long as you need. part of you wants to question when he gained the capacity to shut up— but you don’t feel the need to be particularly snarky at the moment. he’s trying his best to be sweet to you.

will be more attentive for the days after, assuring you that you needn’t give into the urge to “toughen up” when he’s around.

“stay soft, i can fight.” he grins, giving you a wink that makes you roll your eyes at him almost instinctively.

still, the tiny laugh that escapes your lips ends up betraying any sort of exasperation you meant to convey as you playfully hit his bicep as you tell him to quit. was his tone light hearted? yes. was he kidding? of course not. 

▸ there’s a moment where your lip quivers and your eyes water up that makes MURIEL feel like he’s looking into a reflection of himself somehow. his heart sinks completely at the sight of you breaking down, as he searches for the right thing to say.

he’s flooded with relief when you make an attempt to speak first, even if it’s just you stumbling over your words to lie directly to his face.

you take in a shaky breath, awkwardly shrinking yourself away by crossing your arms. “it’s fine, it doesn’t matter—”

“it matters to me.” he replies softly.

muriel is much better at listening than he is at speaking in these situations, so he allows you to vent all you need as you cry. you feel these emotions so deeply, so strongly— he wonders how you managed for so long concealing these feelings.

“yeah… i get it.” he murmurs, nodding when you rant. to his horror, the tone comes out much more blunt than intended— almost sarcastic— but you know that he understands the minute you look into his eyes. he’s nothing but honest.

after a moment of silence, he asks what you need. you don’t verbalize, instead opting for awkwardly gesture with open arms, half expecting him to hesitate at your request. instead, much to your surprise and his he simply brings you close and sets you on his lap. holding you in his arms like he’s afraid you might break if he tightens the embrace any further, muriel hugs you like you’re the most precious thing in the universe.

leans more on acts of service as a form of comfort as well. will bring you water, blankets— will even brave the market to buy you your favorite snack. anything for you.

▸ NADIA’s first attempt is to deal with it logically. initially, she asks you a lot of questions, asks what she can do better— but ceases the minute you struggle to respond, only shaking your head while the words incoherently fall from your lips between sobs.

she sighs, realizing her short-comings. now isn’t the time for problem solving. you need comfort. “forgive me, lovely. i didn’t mean to upset you further.”

LUCIO TAKE FUCKING NOTES.

her embrace is loving. it almost feels like she’s trying to shield you from the world and it’s harshness towards you. nadia plants a kiss to your temple before allowing you to rest your head on her shoulder. as you stay in her arms, she rubs your back, promising that everything will be alright.

she’ll make sure of it too. will 100% throw a sharp glare at anyone who accidentally intrudes on this moment.

▸ it’s almost instinctual, the way PORTIA responds. you haven’t said a thing, yet she notes the way your hands begin trembling, eyes brimming with tears. she immediately gets protective, asking which idiot made you feel so upset with full intention to beat their ass if she ever crossed paths with them— but questions no further when you don’t reply.

physically affectionate as ever, with your permission, portia kisses your tears away, pressing her lips to your face sweetly as she cradles it in her hands.

will not baby you for being sensitive, but will grow more defensive of you. of course she knows you can handle yourself like you keep on reminding, but you’ve been doing it for so long. too long. shows you that she’s right there to support you no matter what, always on your side.

" you've got our love "

— reblogs always appreciated!

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana headcanons #the arcana fanfic #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #lucio the arcana #muriel the arcana #nadia the arcana #portia the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #asra alnazar x reader #count lucio #lucio morgasson #portia devorak #nadia satrinava #asra alnazar x mc #julian devorak x reader #julian devorak x mc #count lucio x reader #count lucio x mc #lucio morgasson x reader #lucion morgasson x mc #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel of the kokhuri x reader #muriel of the kokhuri x mc #muriel x reader #muriel x mc #portia devorak x reader

[hangeslefteye]

What does your favorite Aot boy tells me about you/your romantic preference????

 100% shitpost,I'm no therapist feel free to disagree.Before scrolling down try to pick 1-2 of your fave(I know it's hard D:) +I ranked them from my fave to least.

REİNER:You just want to be held,comforted and appreciated.You seriously don't want any drama and rather share some sincere,deep emotions.You really appreciate when a man shows their vulnerable side and open with you.Just as you would appreciate a man's tears you'd also appreciate their strong masculine presence.Which you definitely seek some HEALTHY masculinity in a s/o as this makes you feel safe and loved.Also you want big boy hugs that will comfort you.

PORCO:You are most likely to have a mean flirting style but you are still chill and don't want any real fights in a relationship as you get heartbroken easily .You love it when someone keeps you on your toes without being a real asshole.This gives you healthy sexual tension.Overall you want fun, love and passion at the same time.You are KİNDLY playful yet emotionally intense.You hide your feelings with sarcasm A LOT.

JEAN:You are also a very emotionally intelligent person but you might be a little bit of a hopeless romantic.You love the thrill of being in love and anything that comes with it.You still appreciate cliche/cheesy romantic gestures.At love you might be slightly masochistical and platonic yet very adoring.You have big simp tendacies and you are dreamy.When you love,you love beautifully.Literally aesthetically.You live your love like an old romance movie which might come off fake or shallow to others but actually you internalize it A LOT.

ZEKE:You are mentally fcked up.You should seriously go see a real therapist rather than trying to cope up with dark humour.You might get attracted to slightly older and dominant men.You are pursuing a toxic love life that's dangerous.You have an apetite for toxic masculinity and controlling behaviour.You do this 100% on purpose because enjoy it and not by mistake but this can be risky.You LOVE mind games and get bored from anything soft hearted.After all what is love to you without a pinch of manipulation?

CONNİE:You are the most relaxed and down to earth person ever.It's important for you to be friends with your romantical interest because relationships just feels easier and more fun like that.You really want to be able to talk about EVERYTHİNG going on in your life unfiltered.Obvious flirting might make you feel uncomfortable as you prefer to keep it playful and soft hearted.Also you want your love interest 7/24 around you but not in a clingy way.That's why a somewhat childish friendly love charms you.

EREN:You like sterotypical toxic romance.The type where couples punches walls,screams and throws things.You think this is passionate and you love your men a little problematic.You are slightly masochistical and want some drama.You also feel things deeply and somewhat hot headed.You might have an interesting urge to cling onto emotionally unavailable men.Angry sex is possibly your way of emotional bounding.

ARMİN:If you like Armin because he's so calm and kind and sympatic etc. Sorry to say,you are a little bad at reading people.Because in reality he is quite capable of heavy manipulation and hide it behind his angel face.On this matter maybe he's even more dangerous than Zeke.If you realised this but he's still your favorite then you too love mindgames and passive agressive drama in a relationship.You think intelligence and sophistication is the sexiest thing about a love interest.You love subtle manipulation fights in a relationship.

For girls edition

#reiner braun #reiner brainrot #porco galliard #porco x reader #jean kirstein #jean x reader #zeke jaeger #zeke yeager #zeke x reader #connie springer #connie x reader #eren jeager #eren yeager #eren jeager x reader #armin arlert #armin x reader #attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan x you

[hajihiko]

I am sad and in need of my bed

SO MY QUESTION FOR YOU RUMPS IS

How do you think the dr2 characters cope with the big sad, what kind they are (good and bad), and who comes to help em out :)

(if you say hajime for assistance because he’s technically the ultimate therapist you’re gonna get your shoes stolen /lh/nsrs)

Hajime.

BUT not because hes the Ultimate therapist, rather because he is very adept at making people feel comfortable. Meta-wise, this is because he's the protagonist of a character-heavy game that encourages you to form a bond with at least one NPC, and most of the NPCs are jerks. Of course you want some encouragement or rewardl and your reward is the NPC opening up and trusting you, the player character.

But since we're not viewing the characters as NPCs in a game, in-world it comes out as Hajime getting even the most suspicious, awkward and stand-offish people to like him enough to overcome some of their issues, meaning he's just a comfortable dude.

So, besides Hajime;

Akane: ignores the big sad for as long as she can. Might have a little breakdown but still tries to get over it way before she's ready by distracting herself or pretending like a comfort worked 100% ("now that I've cried for half a minute I'm FINE haha see ya"). She would go to Kazuichi for distractions and someone who will probably do the crying for her. Slowly starts being open to Fuyuhiko's offer of talking things out, but only when she's already done being sad.

Sonia: Even if she is big sad in private, she has a hard time being real with it in front of others because she tends to pop into inspiration mode. She might pep talk herself (and others) several times without any real progress because she isnt letting it out. Eventually she'll yell and cry and then actually feel better afterwards. I think besides Hajime shed split pretty easily between Akane and Fuyuhiko, who are both awkward around big emotions but ultimately also very helpful.

Kazuichi: Feels big emotions all the time and sadness is a big part of it. He is very capable of feeling the things- its hiding them that's the problem- so he's used to it, but a linger melancholy cloud that doesnt go away even when he's done sobbing about it is a bigger problem. I think he would go to Sonia if he needed point-blank merciless advice (he is careful though, between not wanting to seem like he's pressuring her and not being able to take rejection when he's already so depressed) or Akane for comfort.

Fuyuhiko: it's kinda complicated because he was actually fairly good at dealing with grief in-game (once he was past the passive suicidal ideation) but that was in the middle of a murder game and. I think he would be the type to push it aside for as long as something bigger needs doing, but he suffers for it when there's nothing else to focus on. He feels better when he thinks he has some control so besides Hajime he goes to Souda, who a) has no room to judge and b) wont dare to snitch or get too mushy.

The ones most likely to intentionally seek out the sad people are probably Fuyuhiko (as with Akane post Nekomaru death) and Souda (again Akane & Nekomaru's death). Probably Sonia too? Just based on vibes (and she got Fuyuhiko a get-well-soon present).

Hajime definitely feels like the type to isolate when he actually feels the sad, but he's more likely to get frustrated or listless than outright sad (he also does not have a crying sprite in the game). I think who he goes to is really dependant on what he wants out of the interaction. With Akane, it's easy to forget anything is wrong, but she'll also be a big strong pillar to lean on. Souda is great with distractions and emotional validation (easily affected by other people's moods). Sonia cheers people up and doesnt let anyone get away with wallowing, and Fuyuhiko is a good conversationalist and has experience with actually handling grief (fun fact, all of Fuyuhiko's FTEs revolve around just talking, mayhaps because he has no hobbies besides crime but who knows) .

#Talky talky Tuesday #Not an art #This is long I hope it's worth it lol #Talky talky

[ambystoman]

Fyreon (Redo) (Emberonian)

Here we have the last main character, Fyreon. He is rather nonchalant and slow. He can be cold for a living fire and doesn't like being bothered. Pessimistic is one way to describe him and he just likes sleeping rather than dealing with pro-

"Keep it down, will you? I'm trying to sleep. I didn't ask you to write this thing anyway..."

Fyreon is an Emberonian, a species of fire elemental that is generally proficient with magic. He wears a set of hardened clay armor. This protects his fire body from being extinguished as well as protecting others from his flames. It is very heavy making him a slow but strong warrior.

Emberonians have a malleable body of fire and can fit in any kind of hollow object and use it as armor. Once inside, their bodies accommodate and create holes for their eyes and mouth. Once outside again, the object retakes its original form with no alterations.

He uses his staff to cast fire spells and the swirl on top is his Soul and the source of his magic. It is his main weapon. As mentioned in the previous post, I never programmed him so I don't have anything to show regarding his combat capabilities.

Those wisps around the top move and react to Fyreon as he casts spells and does attacks. They might seem alive but are simply projections of some sort. The bottom of his staff simply fades away.

Emberonians. All soldiers wear the same types of clay armor. All masks are one of a kind and belong to an individual for life.

Fyreon's diet consists of eating rocks and minerals like crystals. He is not allowed in jewelry stores anymore. He likes salamanders but laments not being able to swim or touch water with his real hands. He never takes off his armor much less his mask.

His mask gives him a lizard tongue.

Backstory

Fyreon is a captain. He leads his squadron into war against an evil race of water creatures. Both species compete for territory on a small planet where the landscape consists of arid deserts and valleys contrasting damp swamps and lakes. The Emberonians are slowly losing and having their territory purposefully flooded.

He is a strong leader and takes care of his people very well. He is loved by many and often seeks a quick and effective way to solve problems. He makes sure to show his best to his people in hopes of keeping everyone motivated and hopeful.

A good team

He hides his feelings of hopelessness and crushing sadness so nobody else would feel disillusioned. But what would happen if you suddenly lost your reason to keep a positive attitude but could not remember why? Would your true feelings come out? One day he would find out...

It is honestly very hard to talk much about the protagonists' backstories without having to deal with heavy spoilers. In short, all 3 lose their memories at the start of the game before meeting. Despite having no memories, their emotions remain.

Foul creature

Inspiration

Arguably my most popular character (or maybe it's Lima). He has quite the redesign history. Originally, he started out as some sort of bird magician guy. I had been playing a lot of Shovel Knight at the time and really liked Plague Knight. He seemed to have an axe as well instead of a staff. He also had nothing to do with fire.

I refined this concept and gave him sort of gill-like appendages to his mask. These would eventually become horns. I then would go back to the gill idea and outright make them gills instead and give him more axolotl characteristics.

His fire attributes were inspired by a drawing from an artist I really like. Panapana on twitter. Mainly this cool drawing of an Axolotl with fire gills. As soon as I saw this, I got the idea of making him a fire creature whose armor made him somewhat look like an axolotl but he himself wasn't one. Salamanders were closely associated with fire in ancient times so it kind of makes sense.

I never designed the other race of creatures Emberonians fight. Just like they are evil for his species, this race considers Emberonians evil the same way.

The very first fanart I ever got.

Fyreon means a lot to me and because of him I was able to make a really good friend. A lovely gift from @blaz-art

Um... You'll have to pay for that. Drawn by @blaz-art.

#3d modeling #blender #original character #digital art #art #original oc #gamedev #space #soul trail #ambystoman #lowpoly #elemental #fire elemental #axolotl #he eats rocks

[nagarashi]

Damn this game! How many times can you hurt my heart?! D;

This cry of discontent means that I played Majima Saga yesterday and all I feel, well besides being devastated, is the desire to drown myself in a river of my own tears =_=

Admittedly, after Zero, the later parts (I settled on Kiwami 2 for now) started to feel a bit more... bland in terms of emotion compared to Zero. So Kiryu's drama doesn't really grab me, either with Yumi or Kaoru, even though I like Kiryu himself as a character, but the tragic image of Majima Goro and his love burned the brightest mark in my heart after which everything else seems rather simple...

 

There's so much Majima in Kiwami 1 that at some point an overdose could happen, everyone remembers that great "Majima everywhere" system, right?  After the events of Zero, I find his obsession with Kiryu very interesting, and oddly enough, his attempts to constantly punch him in the face are a gesture of friendship, as paradoxical as that may sound.

Goro says he wants to fight Kiryu to the fullest, but I have a couple of thoughts about what else that might be... We all remember Zero's denouement and Majima probably knows what kind of involvement Kiryu had in it. I think his desire to keep Kiryu in shape is due to his own gratitude for his help with Makoto and that Majima knows how important it is to be strong if you want to protect what you care about.

 

Everyone calls Majima a comic character, which is a little strange for me, because this comedy is based on tragedy. Maybe I'm overly depressed, but watching his "madness" after Zero makes me sad rather than funny... Or bitterly funny.

His Mad Dog persona, to me, is more of a defensive reaction to the external environment. For almost the entire game, Majima feels oppressed by the fact that his life is under someone else's control, it doesn't belong to him. Most frustrating for him is the fact that he is unable to make his own decisions, which is evident near the end of Zero, when he learns that even his decision to protect Makoto was calculated long ago from the start.

Even when Shimano makes Goro an extremely profitable offer, that is, Majima brings Makoto to him, she gives Shimano the right to own the land, and the girl will be out of danger as Makoto stops being hunted... And even more, Shimano will give the girl to Majima, but he refuses them in the most radical way by making his own choice. Besides, where's the guarantee that everything promised is true? Not to mention that such an act would leave an extremely unpleasant residue on Majima himself. If he did that to Makoto, how would he be different from those who would use him?

 

No one would risk putting a collar on a mad dog, no one would touch it, and no one would go near it...  The image of a chaotic and unstable guy is a good mask to scare off those who want to put this beast back on the chain.

However, the real Majima does sometimes show through the Mad Dog mask. One of those highlights for me was the scene in Kiwami 1, it's practically a moment, but that makes it more memorable... The scene in Shangri-La when Majima takes the girl hostage. Still trying to hide under the mask, he unwittingly shows the same Majima from the distant 1988, still wounded by his love... At least that's what I thought of when I saw him let go of that girl at her words that she already has a lover, she reminded him of his own love for Makoto. Not to mention that no matter how badass Majima thinks he is, he won't hurt, much less a woman or a child.

 I always thought he looked very sad at this moment...

 

Finally, the reason I'm writing this is Kiwami 2, or to be precise, Majima Saga.

When playing Kiwami 2, I was surprised that the game would touch an old wound on my heart again, as I realized at the time that we would no longer be given as close a look at Majima as we were in Zero. So it came as a surprise to me that at a certain moment the opportunity to play for him arose. And I was even more surprised when the events of Saga led to his chance encounter with Makoto.

I was really afraid that the developers might have done something to spoil the story, but...

 

The first minutes are served up in a fun tone - Majima holding back a scream of pain so Makoto won't hear it. It's as funny as it is sad when you think about this scene in a more... larger scale and apply it to Majima himself, who literally has to remain silent in order to hide his feelings from Makoto... and I'm not talking about the pain of the massage right now. That's why his song "Shiawase nara ii ya" to me comes across as more of a scream than a song, a desire to scream out what he wanted to say to Makoto... but couldn't.

 

Then he notices the watch on her hand and seems surprised that she still wears it. Makoto tells him about the important part Majima has played in her life, because thanks to him she was able to get the right to happiness. And he listens to her with an incredibly gentle and warm smile, filled with... relief. After all, this is exactly what he wished for, for his beloved to be happy, even if not by his side. I wonder if listening to Makoto, did he ever think about how they could have a family?

 

It seems to me that Majima really wants his own family. He's got the makings of a good father, and he gets rather sweetly lost when the kids turn to him, it knocks Goro out of his usual mask... For example, it's worth remembering one scene in Dead Souls where he's just giving tough orders and then just one thank you from a little girl makes his Mad Dog mask give a crack and then rushes to defense with some kind of recklessness.

I love how for a moment his gaze slips to the side... He even looks a little tired at this moment.

I'm not talking about the doll girl quest or Hibiki and Yuki's quests in the cabaret club storyline.

Also, in 1992, when he marries Mirei Park, Majima takes the news of Park's abortion rather harshly (even hitting her, and I think deservedly so), which underscores the fact that family is a rather painful topic for Majima. In addition, Park hid her pregnancy and subsequent abortion, perhaps because Majima wanted a child while Park was more interested in her career.

 

I love how many parallels there are in Majima's and Makoto's fates, and that Sotenbori has played an important role in each of their lives, the only difference being that for each of them it is seen differently.

For Makoto, it is the city where her misfortunes began, and for Majima, it is a cage, a prison... She meets Majima and tells him that Sotenbori's is a special place for her, a place she keeps fond memories of when she first met him. It's funny how just one man has made her forget all the pain that was concentrated in Sotenbori for her. This is where her brother left, where Makoto was tricked and sold into slavery, where she was hunted... And yet she keeps good memories of this place, of the short time she had with Majima. And by staying here, she hoped to meet him again, for years to come... And Majima, who for no reason would not want to return to Sotenbori. For him, this place, no longer a cage, but the memories of what was lost in this city are still alive. In fact, it demonstrates well how emotionally fragile Majima can be under the mask of Mad Dog.

 

I like how in the dialogue about the watch, Makoto tells that it's old and should probably be thrown away, but it's important to her, it's her treasure. It's always with her, even the old strap has long since worn out and she had to use a new one... But it's so bright and doesn't fit such an old thing at all. She loved the old design, elegant and perfect for this watch...

How funny that her words felt as if they had a double meaning.

The old thing in a bright, garish wrapper... It's so much like Majima himself that if you forget about the watch for a second, it feels like Makota is talking about him.

 

I also find it very cute the way Majima smiles when Makoto asks him to keep what she told him a secret. It's so in a special way true and gentle, the very presence of their own secret that no one else knows about....

 

The only pity is that everything ends sooner or later. So, the brief reunion came to an end...

It would seem that making the breakup scene on the same level as in Zero, when you could feel what was going on with Majima without any words, would be difficult... Well, Kiwami 2 did a great job with it, but in my opinion in a slightly different way that only emphasized Majima's feelings for Makoto even more clearly.

In the final Zero we could read his feelings through his eyes and the barely visible changes in his face, as he tried his best to hide his feelings from Makoto, but in Kiwami 2 we can see that in their last moments together his resilience began to falter...

 

If for the duration of the massage, Majima made every effort not to show his face and not to look at Makoto, which he was clearly eager to do... and their last moments together only attested to that.

He was in the middle of the session hiding his gaze, but at the end of it, just as he did at the end of Zero, he suddenly starts to hesitate...

 

When he takes the card, he has a moment to walk away, but he continues to stand there unable to turn away from Makoto.

 

Even when he answers Makoto's question, he still reaches out to her with his gaze... like he's waiting for something. From her? Or from himself?

 

And then the situation only gets worse... Majima is caught by his sadness, which he has felt for 18 years, cannot look away ... the most piercing gaze in its tenderness. You can see and even feel every second like a nail being hammered into him, nailing him to his beloved image, seemingly permanently, forever....

 

... And then it all comes to an abrupt halt.

 

Admittedly, that moment when he abruptly turns away is probably one of the hardest moments for me, after Zero's finale. It's in such contrast to the scene before, when Majima gently touches Makoto's smile with his gaze, that I even thought I could hear the sound... you know, like something ripped, like a sharp jerk, or like a tender melody was interrupted by a sharp blow to the keys. At that moment, though, that's what Majima most likely did, yanked himself away with all the strength he was capable of... 18 years of longing and uncertainty...

But Makoto is happy, just as Majima always wanted. Who would he be if he interfered in her life now?

 

Just a moment of weakness, showed well the extent of how much he longed for this girl, that even he barely had enough self-control, he literally breaks free from the grip of his feelings as if from the claws of a beast.

 

Once again, the story ends beautifully on the watch...

Majima once again grants Makoto's wish, which she dropped on nothing, without hope or expectation, she was just talking... But the sad dog grasps at this wish as the little thing he could say without words, "I love you, be happy."

 

P.S.

I freaking love this moment... That frantic look gives me goosebumps.

 

Always found it interesting that Makoto was supposed to be the one to free Majima (i.e. the contract to kill her in exchange for his return to the Tojo clan) ...and she did, but not the way everyone hoped.

She was the reason Mad Dog was finally able to break out of his cage... ...and the reason he was able to keep his soul.

#yakuza #yakuza 0 #yakuza kiwami 2 #majimako #majima goro #makoto makimura #majima #i'm still crying

[everything-withers-and-dies]

I'm currently rewatching season 5 and the episode where Riley leaves just happened. The ending annoys me so much (even if does make sense). If Riley would just glimpse down, he would see Buffy there, doing exactly what he wanted: trying to give him a reason to stay.

Buffy isn't a perfect girlfriend but it's clear that she loves Riley and, more importantly, trusts him. Maybe she doesn't need to rely on him in a physical fight but she obviously believes that he's going to be there when she needs him (at least most of the time). She can't always lean on him, even when she wants to, but that has more to do with her own issues than her relationship with Riley.

The real problem is Riley's deeply rooted insecurity. He wants to be the one to protect her, especially in a physical sense, and feels weak, unimportant and emasculated if he can't do that. After meeting Angel, his insecurities really ramp up and he compares himself to him constantly. In his mind Buffy thinks he's inferior to Angel. When Buffy doesn't tell him everything or come to him with all of her emotional needs, he can't handle it.

Istead of addressing his issues, Riley blames Buffy. Buffy doesn't love him, Buffy doesn't need him, Buffy doesn't care about him, when really that's what he thinks and feels. He takes his feelings as fact rather than a reflection of his own insecurities. Even when presented with evidence of Buffy's feelings, he ignores it or twists it into further proof of his beliefs. He can betray Buffy's trust because he's convinced himself that Buffy doesn't really care about him.

From Buffy's side this is tragic: She's had to take care of her family and be strong for them, so she's had to hide her fears and pain. She's trying to keep Dawn safe. She has a lot on her plate and, understandably, hasn't really been able to spare much of her time or energy on Riley. She believes he understands and still will be there once things calm down. Then she finds out how wrong she was.

No matter what he says, Riley tries to put the blame for his actions on Buffy. He's so convinced Buffy doesn't love him that he isn't capable of listening to Buffy when she's telling him how she feels. He brings up his need to take care of her but, as Buffy kind of points out, it would really be her taking care of him by trying to fulfill that need. She's the Slayer and that's why she can't fully rely on anyone else. Riley wants something that Buffy can't give.

He then gives her an ultimatum: If she wants him to stay, she needs to give him a reason to do so. (Again, it's on her to save the relationship even though he's the one who broke her trust.) In reality, she can't give him a good enough reason to stay. This is all rooted in Riley's insecurity and Buffy can't fix that for him, no one can. Even if she showered him in love for the rest of eternity, it wouldn't change anything. It certainly hasn't before.

Still, she tries once again to prove to Riley that she loves him. She rushes to stop him from leaving but it's too late. No matter how hard she tries to yell, he can't hear her. And he doesn't look back.

I think Riley doesn't look back because he's certain that Buffy isn't there. He doesn't even glance back because that would mean he still has hope that Buffy loves him. The fact that she's there is proof that she does love him. Riley is blind to Buffy's love for him, so he can't see her.

#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #buffy #riley finn #could their relationship be salvaged? a solid no #but this is heartbreaking for buffy #she tries so hard but it doesn't change anything #is it realistic? yeah #is it awful? absolutely #also angel leaving buffy because he thought she loved him too much #and riley leaving because he felt she didn't love him enough #somehow buffy's feelings are always wrong #and nobody actually listens to how she feels when she's trying to tell them #it fills me with rage :) #i've thought about this way too much #i wrote this so that i could stop thinking about riley #please i need to forget his existence #i ramble about btvs

[oceandiagonale]

Thought I'd post a little (or not so little- oops sorry) info dump of my boy Lux for an OC Sunday since I've made some slight changes to his personality...

So here's some little facts about Luckless (I'd say the trio but I'm still working on the other two)

1) For no apparent reason, he can mimic almost any sound or tone as long as it's made by an organic lifeform (Pokémon cries, whistling, etc)

2) He can feel the emotions of the living beings around him, which is one of the reasons he seems so anxious and overwhelmed the majority of the time- it's cuz he is. Just because he can feel these emotions, though, it doesn't mean he understands them (my poor boi has no idea what's going on)

3) I've spoken about his pain tolerance before, but I've kinda changed it a little. Rather than not feeling as much pain as "normal" human beings, he's just more likely to not notice any wounds or illness thanks to his COMPLETE lack of self-awareness in terms of his physical health. Plus, if he does somehow manage to notice something's wrong with him before it becomes a massive problem, he instinctually hides it from others and tries to convince himself he's fine (he's not aware of why he does this either) He also often forgets that he's a human being that requires food and sleep which leads to all sorts of problems 😅

4) He easily gets scared by sudden movements, flashes of light and loud sounds. (Thunderstorms are a nightmare for him, as well as the other two that have to comfort him)

5) His opinions on other humans is a little complicated. He's quick to trust in general, but he's the kinda guy to immediately (and poorly) prepare himself for betrayal, so he's constantly overthinking what to share and what not to. Plus, he will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING, to avoid conflict with other people. (The main reason he apologises for everything)

6) A verrry strong believer in found family, since he doesn't have any biological relatives- as far as he's aware- so he quickly grows attatched to anyone with a kind and protective nature. (He very much sees the Professor and Cyllene as his parents but would be way to shy to admit it)

7) He's called "Luckless" for a reason. He's clumsy, reckless, and he gets sick VERY easily. Sometimes, if someone nearby is feeling intense enough emotions, it affects Lux's physical health. The whole reason behind his awful luck is because Arceus thought it'd be entertaining to watch (Hiro and Yuki are ready to fight God smh)

I am so sorry- this ended up being WAY longer than I thought 😥

(BTW FOLKS HERE’S A POST NEXUS MADE EXPLAINING LUX’S POWERS)

OH OH for #1 I hope he and Iscan can bond over that!! since in the concept art iscan is really good at imitating pokemon cries!! AH but their anxiety might feed each other unintentionally under the wrong circumstances since lux can sense them 😭😭😭

that’s such a fun trait though, I hope it comes in handy for him!! 🥺🥺🥺

AHHH I CARE EABOUT THIS LITTLE GUY THOUGH I’M GLAD HE HAS FRIENDS TO LOOK OUT FOR HIM IN CANON BUT I HOPE THEIR CARE FOR HIM INFLUENCES HIM AND HELPS HIM TO LOOK OUT FOR HIMSELF MORE EVEN WHEN THEY’RE NOT AROUND 😭😭😭

he’s so right though, cyllene and laventon are 100% the protag’s adoptive parents and even if he never says it and they never say it I’m sure they’ll feel the same about lux 🥺🥺🥺

also @ lux’s arceus, for real:

#oceandi answers #novanexusart #others' ocs #luckless protagonist #long post #original memes: abacchio joins the kicking #I'm a healer but

[anki-of-beleriand]

We can be forever ch.3

Summary: You and Wanda met at a Café, your life and hers changed drastically and for the very first time in her messy life, Wanda may have discovered the real meaning behind love at first sight.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Stark!F!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, strong language, sexual themes, alcohol, smut, fluff, AU, everyone it's at university, Wanda is older than R, R is a genious rather awkward, some D/s undertones in past relationships, mentions of cheating, emotionally inmature characters, mentions of toxic relationships, mentions of past relationships abused, strong language, angst, drama and more tags as time passes by.

Author's note: This one was hard to write mainly for the part of Vision. But R and Wanda are getting there just baby steps. Once more R makes a decision, but things don't go according to plan.

Once more I ask you to overlook the use of the English language in this story since that's not my mother tongue, so I apologise for the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes. Comments are very much welcome, likes and reblog are going to be loved, and request are going to be the epithome of a good life for me.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Chapter 3

All the roads lead to you 

Everything in her life was a disaster after the other.

She stood there, helpless and trapped by an iron hand on her forearm while you walked away without never looking back. At that moment, something inside Wanda stirred like knives burning her skin and water drowning her lungs; she never got to see the broken look in your eyes much like you never got to see the desperation in Wanda’s. The world around her came crashing down, and the grip on her arm tightened to remind her of the man still waiting for her.

“Y/N, wait!” It was her last attempt to call out for you, but you were already gone and all that was left was emptiness and a sense of danger Wanda hadn’t felt since ending the affair and her marriage. 

“Wanda, love, what are you doing?” Vision towered over her; his hand firmly placed on her forearm to prevent her from moving further away from him.

Vision offered a side smile, and for those who didn’t know him too well it was looking kind and almost playful though his eyes betrayed the real emotions he was experiencing at the moment. Anger and resentment were the most obvious ones, the rest of those emotions Wanda decided it was not worth trying to find out.

It was at that moment that Wanda realized how stupid she had been when dealing with you, she had tried to hide her past with half truths and hidden facts. She never told you the full story of her marriage or the affair, she never told you how she ended up alone in the world and all of a sudden wanting to reclaim those things she had lost. Now she was standing in the middle of her hall, with the very man she had tried to break up months ago and that hadn’t stopped following her around.

“Vision, let me go.”

She faced the man straightening herself up trying to put her arm away without any success. She was thankful with the fact her voice didn’t quiver or hesitate but came out as a command, with all the authority she could muster to the tall man standing beside her.

Vision made a confuse face, his eyes blinked rather rapidly and his smile turned into a cold one as he spoke dangerously low to Wanda.

“But dear, I made dinner and I was hopping we could enjoy this time to clear out our relationship and what would happen now that you’re finally divorced.” Vision tried to put Wanda closer to him, backing towards the open door of the flat. “It wasn’t easy to convince your landlord to let me in, but I got a couple of pictures I took of you, dear, and he was convinced I was the love of your life.”

Everything with Vision had been a game of threats and sweet talking, it was one of the very first things Wanda noticed too late. His comment only made her pale, her mind already going overdrive by the kind of pictures he would have shared with her landlord to get access to her apartment. Her heart shattered some more, and she was trying to look for a way out of this moment in her life because fear weas starting to cloud her judgement, and it was making her weak on her knees.

“Vision! Let me go!” This time around she raised her voice, she was begging her neighbours would catch up in the desperation on her tone and that someone would dare to come forth and see what was happening.

“I don’t know what the hell are you doing here but let me go and leave!” The man stepped back again, dragging Wanda more forcefully this time around. His eyes opened wide and he glanced around to make sure no one was coming out of their apartments.

“Please, dear, let’s not make a spectacle in here. I am not Kevin, I’m not as patient.” He all but lowered his voice, and this time around Wanda did scream.

“Jarvis! Let go of me, NOW!”

Jarvis clenched his jaw when she used his name out loud, his real name. He tried to hold back his anger while dragging Wanda back inside the house, his free hand lift without a clear intention. But before anything happened, before he decided what to do with his free hand a door was heard and a couple of footsteps came forward. 

“Hey, Wands! Are you oaky? Need any help?” It was a young voice, and one Wanda was familiar with.

Never before had she felt so grateful to see Peter Parker standing right behind Vision with a scowl adorning his young features. Behind him was Ned who had a baseball bat on his hands while shooting a worry glance at Wanda. Wanda could see the tension growing in Vision, his whole face changed into a rictus of pure anger, his eyes went hard as steel and his voice was supposed to be threatening leaving no argument as to who he was and what he was doing.

“I don’t know who you are, kid, but please this is a matter between my wife and me. Try to not get mingle in things you don’t understand.” He said flatly, not bothering to turn around but keeping his eyes on Wanda.

Peter stepped forward, his shoulders throw back while he tilted his head glancing from Wanda to Vision and then back again.

“I though you divorce your husband, Wands?” Peter feigned ignorance crunching up his nose while speaking loudly. “And he looks nothing like the pics you show me of him.”

It didn’t go lost on Wanda the fact that Peter kept on using your nickname for her. He was trying to build a familiarity with her that Vision could not dispute. Wanda let her green eyes fell on Peter, and she made sure he could read her gratefulness at him being there. At him trying to do something; Wanda realized right there that you really shared everything with your friends. Or at least the general details, she didn’t know if she should be angry because right now that knowledge was working as a leverage against the man who was weighting his options at the moment.

All of a sudden, Vision let go of her.

Wanda stepped back almost falling if it hadn’t been for the man standing behind her. Flash Thompson stood with a frown, he helped Wanda while shooting a quick glance at Peter and Ned then back at Vision. 

“Is there a problem in here?” He finally asked directing his eyes to Wanda who could not tear hears from Vision, her left forearm was hurting a little and she knew there would be a bruised there the next day. 

Vision shot a glare to Wanda lifting his arms in defeat, “why don’t you tell them, dear? Who am I so we can go inside and discuss this like adults, I did prepare you your favourite for dinner.”

Wanda straightened up, her hand closing around the notebook you had given to her the only thing she had been holding onto to try and get some strength in the midst of this disaster. 

“Vision we are over, I already told you this.” Wanda said stepping forward. “Get the hell out of my house before I call the police.”

“My brother is a Sargent in the nearby station, Ms. Maximoff. He wouldn’t have an issue in coming right now.” Flash stated standing firmly behind the young woman.

Wanda was about cry; these kids didn’t even know her very well. She had picked up this appartement because it was cheap and nearby to the university; it was the only thing she could afford while her divorce was over and she got a better position back at work. They didn’t owe her anything, and yet here they were all in defensive positions with their eyes on Vision. All but Peter, of course. The young man had his eyes on Wanda, on his left hand he had his mobile at the ready

“Now, dear, that’s not what you used to say when I make you cum.” He replied nastily, Wanda felt her cheeks burnt in embarrassment and the rest of the males in there shifted uncomfortably but neither one of them moved.

“Fuck you, Jarvis.” Wanda said shaking her head. “Leave, now!”

Peter and Flash stepped forward; Vision clenched his jaw once more before lifting his arms in defeat.

"Fine, I leave but this isn't over. You're not going to ditch me like that good for nothing of a husband you have." Vision said in a low voice sending a heated glare to Wanda before leaving with the apron still on.

Wanda clenched her eyes closed trembling in the middle of the hall, she jerked away rather startled when a hand placed tenderly on her shoulder. Peter Parker was looking at her with a frown in place, soon Ned and Flash circled around her all of them with the same concern stares on their faces.

“Thank you.” She all but whispered.

“Ms. Maximoff, if this guy entered your home without your permission, I think it’s better if you talk to the police.” Flash was looking on his pockets for his wallet, he put a card from it handling it to her. “My brother is really a cop, and I will tell him you will call so he can help you out.”

Wanda melted at the gesture; she offered a smile to the man who blushed looking away.

“Thank you, Flash, really all of you I…” She didn’t know what to say, she was embarrassed her life was once more crumbling under her feet and she wasn’t sure how to go back to her feet.

The only light in her world was you, and she had been ignoring you for quite some time only to have you misinterpreted the situation that day. Peter nodded at Flash and Ned; he didn’t dare to touch Wanda but tried to direct her to her apartment; Wanda didn’t protest hugging herself while finally getting into her home. The smell of paprika was strong inside the place, the dinner and the table had been set and a wave of nausea came right at her.

“Is there anyone or any other place you can stay in for the night, Ms. Maximoff?” Peter asked while going to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Wanda sat down on her chair, her lips curling in a bitter smile.

“What happened to Wands?” She asked and Peter stiffened shaking his head.

“That’s only for Y/N, but I thought it would be a good way to create familiarity.” Peter offered a smile to her while handling her the glass of water.

Wanda winced at the mention of your name, her hand still holding tightly onto the notebook you had given to her. Peter sat downright next to her, his phone on the table with a picture of you and him on your contact number, he was about to call you if necessary. Wanda felt her heart ached at the thought of you knowing this, of you just….

"Are you alright?"  Peter finally asked, and true be told he was worried. He didn’t like one bit what he had seen and he wondered if you knew something about it.

“I’m fine, thank you.” Wanda hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “Peter, Y/N she…I just…”

A flash of realization crossed his eyes, “she doesn’t know about this?”

Wanda shook her head, a watery smile form on her lips.

“It’s just complicated, I just…please, can we keep this between us? I don’t…” Wanda trailed off knowing she was asking too much of Peter, the young man pressed his lips together before speaking.

“I will keep it secret, ma’am, but I can’t keep it forever.” He said taking into a more serious posture, his eyes went to those of Wanda and he understood why you were so attracted to this woman. “Y/N is my best friend and she…I mean, you have changed a lot of things in her and I don’t think it’s fair to keep this from her.”

Wanda nodded in understanding, she glanced at the notebook you gave her. Her lips broke into a tiny smile.

“I will talk to her just…” Wanda didn’t know how to say she didn’t want you to run away, she didn’t want you to finally realize just how damage she was, how Wanda was really not that smart, or funny or beautiful the way you had always made her felt. 

She didn’t want you to realize just yet how messed up she was, how everything she touched got destroy by her and finally decided that you were better off without Wanda.

“Very well, as long as I have your word you will talk to her.” Peter then grabbed his phone standing up. “Have you thought about my question? If you don’t have a place, Ned has a spare room and he is leaving today to his parents’ house for the weekend so…”

Wanda blinked away shaking her head, “oh, thank you, Peter. Actually, I do have someone I’ll call her right now. I just…”

Wanda couldn’t believe she would need to leave this place, that she actually was considering talking to the police. Natasha was going to kill her as soon as she called her. Peter stood up and made his way back to the main door, he stopped before going out turning around to Wanda.

“We’re going to be nearby just in case.” He said furrowing his brows, “you know? Y/N really…I mean, it would be nice if stop avoiding her. She had been a little miserable this week because of that.”

Peter left with that and Wanda couldn’t help but wince at the thought of you not understanding why she had been avoiding you. Wanda finally got a chance to examine the notebook you gave her; it was completely black and by the material it was made of it seemed to be quite expensive. With curiosity, she opened the notebook finding in between the pages two silver tickets.

Wanda gasped when she realized what it was.

It was a VIP invitation to the Stark Book Fair. The two invitations came in a notebook where the lines were made with small letters, if Wanda were to read them she would realized it was extracts of different books. The redhead felt her heart skipped a beat when she realized the VIP invitation include full access to the strange and private collections brought to the fair by several personalities of the world.

Including the book she needed it for her dissertation. Wanda clenched her eyes shut biting her lower lip.

God, N/Y is just so…

Wanda really didn’t deserve you, for a rich girl that had everything at her feet from birth you were nothing like the pompous asses she had meet in her life. And certainly, you were nothing like the people she had involved herself with in the past. With a trembling hand she grabbed her phone and dial the one number in that list she knew would help her out no questions asked.

“Hey, Nat how is everything going?” Wanda listened as Natasha started talking about her day then, all of a sudden she stopped.

“What happened?” Wanda let out a sob, she couldn’t stop herself. Natasha grabbed her phone tight. “I’m coming over sweety, you’re at home?”

“Y-yes.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

“Thank you.” Was all she could whispered before the line went dead.

She really wished her life was not a fucking mess like it was right now, she really wished there was something she could offer you instead of trouble and a broken person.

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The moment you got home you decided you didn’t want to talk to anyone.

You left your phone on the kitchen counter and started taking your wet clothes leaving them on the floor while directing your heavy footsteps to the bathroom. The warm shower was refreshing on your cold skin, it helped you clear out your thoughts and washed away the tears you had shed while driving back home.

You didn’t know why you were so surprised; it was obvious Wanda was with his lover. That was one of the reasons why she had divorced, right?

You weren’t even sure anymore, the hope you had harboured with this woman had grown out of proportion in your heart and you allowed emotions that were putting you in a very dangerous position at the moment. You munched on the cup of ice cream you had served while putting on some movie.

You felt stupid, really.

It had been two months of you trying to get a woman that was obviously completely straight, and completely spoken for probably by the man she had been cheating on her husband with. You were just the lost puppy she thought adorable, a friend that obviously had a huge crush on her. It had been so long since you let yourself feel in such a way, not since high school you allowed your emotions to rampant and unhinge for someone you barely knew.

Last time had been a disaster, and this was the self-fulfilling prophecy that said the past repeated itself.

With a heavy heart and ignoring the vibrations coming from your mobile you decided you needed time to think, and that was what you were going to give yourself.

Time.

*****

Three days was all it took for you to get your thoughts in order, and a decision as to what you should do in regard to the situation at hand.

You had come to terms with your feelings, in the little time you had gotten to know Wanda you realized your crush had grown into something more complex and undefined. It was not love, but it was closer. At first you panic, the woman had a boyfriend and you were not about to come in between that relationship for two reasons: first, Wanda was straight. Second: you didn’t stand a chance because you didn’t have a penis.

That was it.

You knew this discussion needed to be had with Kate and the others, but for the time being you were your own councillor and you didn’t think your own advice was that bad. Not at all. You were going to stop pursuing a romantic relationship, but you would continue the friendship; regardless of everything you felt, there was affection in your heart for the older woman and you really weren’t ready to stop that friendship. To stop seeing her.

The phone on the kitchen counter came to life, finally able to show you the unread messages and the hundredth and a thousand missed calls you had from Tony, Kate, America, Kamala, Peter and…Wanda?

Your heart skipped a beat at this, soon your realized there were several messages from her, all of them with the same kind of content.

Can we talk? Are you there? Are you avoiding? I’m sorry, I stop bothering you now.

Now this in itself was strange, but no unheard of.

You disappeared for three days so perhaps Wanda wanted to just say thank you for the tickets. Nothing strange there, you chewed on your lower lip while you started answering messages in the order of importance. First was Kate, and then was Tony.

Not sooner had you answer his message, your phone rang and the picture of Tony, Pepper and Morgan flashed before your eyes. Your lips broke into a content smile as you answer the call, your feet directing you to the cabinets and the fridge.

“She is alive!”  Tony’s voice came right though the phone, you chuckled preparing yourself a sandwich while rolling your eyes at your brother’s antics.

“Barely, I think I need to go to the store for more food, I’ve been surviving on peanut butter and jam sandwiches.” You replied giving your sandwich the first bite. This was a lie, of course, you had asked for take-out and you also eat some flan and more ice cream. But Tony didn’t need to know this. 

“I really hope you’re kidding, Y/N, or I will go down there to drag you here and make sure you’re feeding correctly.”

“Hello to you to, Pepper.” You smiled softly, your chest warming up with affection. “So, should I wait for the SWAT team anytime soon or were you just exaggerating your love for me?”

Tony chuckled clearing his throat, “I was told I could not use government property just because my little sister was mopping.”

“I wasn’t mopping.” You made a face knowing Tony would never believe it, you usually did this when you were, in fact, mopping.

“Aja, Kate gave us a quick glance to what has been happening and why you haven’t answer any of our calls since Monday.” There was a short pause then Tony continued. “How are you holding up, kiddo? How did it go with the tickets I got you? I guess something happened but you decided to deal on your own.”

“Kate is worried, so I suggest you call her after this phone call.”

You made a face knowing Pepper was talking seriously, the older woman had always liked Kate and she had always tried to set the both of you up ever since finding out you were gay. It would never happen, though. You loved Kate with all your heart, but you could never feel for her anything else but friendship. Sisterly love even.

“I will, don’t worry.” You munched on your sandwich playing with your phone answering some of the messages until your eyes fell again on the one from Wanda. “The tickets were a hit, tony. I think she is going with her boyfriend.”

There was a long pause and you knew Tony and Pepper were interchanging knowing glances. You wished you were not so easy to read, but there was no avoiding this.

“But I’m fine, don’t worry, I just…I need to clear my head, things didn’t go my way and instead of parting and going around sleeping with everything that moves, I decided to meditate.”

Pepper started laughing when Tony gasped in indignation.

“Is that an accusation? I taught you everything you need to know! And this is how you repaid me? Throwing my past in my face?!” You chuckled alongside Pepper.

“She got you there, you know? You were kind of childish while dealing with rejection.” Pepper laughed some more and soon Tony mocked argue with her.

You lowered your gaze hating the piercing pain on your chest at the word ‘rejection’.

“Anyway, guys, I’m fine. Really.” You trailed off before continuing. “I was thinking I could go over there tomorrow night. I mean, I miss Morgan and you guys, and I think we need to fix some details for the auction, so I was hoping…”

“Absolutely, baby sis, I was actually going to propose it. I want to see you, and I know Morgan is dying to create mischief with you.”

You chuckled missing your niece already, finally there was a weight lifted from your shoulders. Talking to Tony and his family always brought comfort to you, knowing that whatever happened they would always be there.

“Good, I think we could also work on the last detail of your first event, I want you to be prepared because from now on you will run most of the show at Stark Industry.”

Tony spoke excitedly about his plans for you and the oncoming event, you had always known this was part of the things he wanted for you. He had always been proud of the path you choose in life, and that was why he never pressed you to take care of some of the family business until you were ready. Like now. It had been you the one who proposed the auction, and it had been you the one who asked to be a part of the family business.

You rolled your eyes smiling at Tony’s long rant.

Your phone vibrated once more, your heart speed up at the name on the screen.

Wanda.

Please, can you talk to me? I’ve been trying to…I just…

Are you avoiding me? 

If I promise a double chocolate drink with chocolate chips and whipped cream would you talk to me? 

The last message made you smile, whenever you asked for that one she would only said…

Though I still think is too much sugar. She sent the last message that actually brought a huge smile to your face. Yep, she always said that.

“What do you say?” Tony trailed off waiting for your answer.

“It sounds perfect, I think we can handle that.” You hesitated for a moment before unlocking the phone and opening the chat. 

I'm not avoiding you. 

You held the phone anxiously, Tony speaking in the background. Soon the typing signal appeared and you were waiting for the answer. 

"Kid then I expected you tomorrow, and we will see how we worked the details.” Tony went silent for a moment before continuing. “Take care, and don’t go missing without informing me first, okay?”

“Will do, Tony. Next time I’m mopping I will tell you.” You replied amusedly. “Bye Tony, see you tomorrow.”

The line went dead and your eyes were glued to the conversation you were having with Wanda. You couldn’t help the tingles going around your body and chest, the fluttering butterflies in your stomach at her response.

I knew chocolate was the key to get you to talk to me. 

You sighed holding back your smile, trying to remember Wanda had a boyfriend that wore a stupid apron and was waiting for her at her apartment probably with dinner and hot, heavy sex. 

That's a dirty tactic, not even Kate dares to do so much. 

Wanda sent you a pleased emoji before writing again. 

Well, I'm glad I could use it to get your attention.  There was a pause and then she was typing again.

Y/N I want to apologise about the other day. 

You furrowed your brows unsure as to why she was apologising for, your fingers hesitated for a moment before writing the next message.

You don't have to say anything, I mean I… you know?  I can of get it now but…I mean, your boyfriend…

NO!

Wanda wrote the word several time, your heart jumped in your chest when all of a sudden your phone rang and the ID came with Wanda’s name and phone number. You almost dropped the phone before picking up the line.

"I didn't want you to go that day, I really wanted to talk to you to…God, you left before I could explain and before I could thank you for the gift.”  Wanda all but blurted out before you could even say hi.

You sat on the chair pursing your lips, her voice with a tinge of desperation and something else you couldn't identify 

"Hey, Wands, you don’t need to explain anything to me, I mean…”

You heard the huffed of exasperation coming from the other end, you could imagine her frustration, the crunched-up nose and you just clenched your eyes shut knowing you were screw. 

"Look I think we need to talk." Wanda finally said with finality, you cringed shaking your head. 

You didn't think you need a public confirmation of anything. 

 "I don't think…" You started but Wanda spoke above you with a hint of plead in her tone.

 “Please? Look, I even have a great proposal for you.”

You furrowed your brows, your mind already giving in to accept whatever the woman offered you.

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“I got my hand on two VIP invitations to the Stark Book Fair.” She said and you could almost hear the smile on her face as she said this, you smiled back hearing as she continued. “I know how much you like history and books, and these invitations are free access to private collections, so I was hoping you could come with me.”

“I thought you have a hot date for that?” You replied softly, there was a heavy sigh at the other end.

“She kind of ditch me last minute.” Wanda said just as softly as you had spoken a moment ago. “She left before I could explain what she saw and now…well, I’m trying to get her to talk to me, I’m not sure is working.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, what the hell was happening? Explain what? Your heart was hammering hard against your chest and after a minute or two of silence you spoke again. Wanda said she instead of him. God…

“You should ditch her too, come with me? I bet I’m more fun than her.” You couldn’t help the flirty tone in your tone, she laughed lightly almost sobbing through the line.

“I don’t doubt that. I just wish she could…her friendship these last months have been important to me.” Wanda said softly. “That’s why I was so…I wanted to talk to her.”

“Well, this event sounds perfect, you know? Perhaps, you should take her and she would talk to you.” You replied letting out a heavy sigh. “So, how about you try inviting her over and if she really is that much of an idiot to say not to you, I could take her place.”

Wanda laughed again, and you enjoyed the sweet sound of her laughter. Wanda cleared her throat taking a moment before speaking again.

“Do you think she will come with me?”

“If you ask nicely and bring that chocolate drink you promise, I’m betting she would say yes.”

There was a moment of silence, Wanda wrapped her hand tight around the phone before asking the question.

“How about I go pick her up to her home, I take the drink, and we can go to the Book Fair?” By now, Wanda was sounding quite serious, you chewed on your lip thinking over your options.

It had been your idea in the first place, and the tickets were supposed to work as a bridge to either expand your relationship with her or stablished the friendship. You closed your eyes knowing you really were screw and were not able to even keep up your own conditions for this friendship.

“Tell you what, I pick you up but you still have to buy me my chocolate drink?”

“I’m starting to think all of this is only for the drink.” Wanda sounded slightly amused, though you could detect the doubt in her tone.

“Of course, it’s about the chocolate beverage, Wands! Have you tried it?” You replied lightly, Wanda chuckled.

“Right, I think I can live with that, then.”

There was another moment of silence in which the both of you let your insecurities and whatever else was happening between the both of you to get in the way. You chewed on your lower lip before speaking again.

“So, tomorrow let’s say at 10am?” You asked softly, Wanda took a deep breath before answering.

“That sounds good.”

“Good, then tomorrow at your place…”

“I…I’m not living there anymore.” This revelation caught you by surprised, you blinked a couple of times unsure on how to proceed but it was Wanda the one that took care of it. “I’ll send you the address, and…yeah, I think we can talk about everything tomorrow.”

For the first time you noticed there was something different, something that you were probably missing. She was sounding, strange almost tired and a little sad; could it be something happen with her boyfriend? Her ex-husband?

God, this really was a mess.

“Hey, Wands, are you alright?” You finally asked because you knew there was something strange about her.

The older woman remained silent for a moment before speaking, “I….no, I’m not. But I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

You made your way to your sofa, the sight of the city at night had always been soothing in your world. You sat down on the sofa putting your earphones to go through your phone while speaking with the other woman.

“Do you want me to hung up or do you think we can talk about something I just discover?” You asked all of a sudden, your heart felt lighter when you heard her laughed and her voice was now warmer. Tender.

“Yeah, let’s talk about your most recent discovery.”

“Well, it turns out that Criminal Minds is right.” Wanda snorted at the other end of the line, and you knew you already had her hooked in the conversation.

The rest of the night, up until you realized she had fallen asleep with the phone on her hand and your phone was showing it was 2 am. You clenched your eyes closed passing a hand through your hair, what the hell were you doing?

You gave the screen one last glance before going to bed.

You were not about to think about that, not when you had spent a good night and you and Wanda seemed to be going strong with that friendship. Yep, nothing else. Nothing more.

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Trigun Stampede final thoughts tldr didnt love it

it was bad. Not terrible honestly, but as a fan of the series it’s really hard to appreciate Stampede when the original message so thoroughly crafted in the 98 anime was just thrown to the side like it was. I can’t say I’ve read the manga either but I did do some digging and was informed of some of the key points and details that are explored in there as well.

I do want to point out some of the positives of the show first since I think it deserves them because it did some things good. The action shots were incredibly dynamic and utterly beautiful to look at, we got to explore more of some of the side characters and world building which was satisfying, and the animation was overall really smooth and is a really nice refreshing update to Trigun. And if you put this show in a vacuum you’d honestly probably have a really cool, interesting, engaging sci-fi western in its own right.

But this show doesn’t exist in a vacuum, and even thought it’s a re-imagining it almost completely treads on most if not everything the source material gave us. Meryl’s characterization gets a huge downgrade as her role in the story is greatly reduced and her design is downgraded. Wolfwood’s character becomes more twisted. Vash the man himself is kind of reduced to his more extreme qualities rather than his much deeper character. Knives as an antagonist loses his mysterious air and more feels like a typical big strong bad guy. And overall it feels like at it’s core the show lost the central theme of Trigun, the main message, the meaning behind it all. It feels like Stampede tried to grasp it, but instead just used it as motivation instead of a theme. That being the enduring spirit of humanity, the infinite love and violence that we are capable of. One of Vash’s shining characteristics is that he’s great at socializing, he’s funny, he listens and cares. And furthermore he hides a lot of regret and disgust towards himself which he hides well, but is constantly shown rather then told. It’s his ideal to both take on responsibility and not get too close to people that’s constantly tearing him apart and which makes him compelling and relatable. Vash is an incredibly deep character who I can’t even begin to cover completely or due justice but the thing to know about him is that despite everything Vash displays undeniably incredibly human qualities of love and grit. And it feels like Stampede overlooks those qualities to deliver a main character who instead carries a burden to usher a compelling story rather than a character. Stampede presents you with a goofy yet capable man constantly under stress but is ultimately very one dimensional in terms of his ideals and character compared to 98 Vash. And lest we forget the side characters, Meryl who’s role for the most part has been reduced to nagging woman when previously she was a pretty impressive character. Wolfwood, who remains a foil to Vash but now instead of being a raging catholic with a sense of good and evil he just seems to be depressed and unhappy, albeit a closer interpretation to the manga much to my own chagrin. Roberto is a new addition and takes on the role of the sole responsible character and narrator, replacing Meryl in that regard, though otherwise he’s not an unwelcome addition as he provides a much appreciated contrast of a very jaded experienced individual. And of course Millie is nowhere to be seen, hinted at in the final minutes of the show I am both saddened by the lack of heart and almost glad I didn’t have to watch her character butchered much like everyone elses. What I really enjoyed about the 98 anime, besides the goofy stints Vash got into, was just the raw and concise range of human emotion and value on human life the show constantly put in front of your face at every waking moment. Every conflict put the pressure of a very real tragedy in the air and made sure you didn’t forget. Vash would have to use every resource he had to save as many people he could, not just his gun slinging, and every win and loss was thoroughly felt. Knives was a more understandable villain, Meryl and Wolfwood were much more captivating and interesting, and Vash feels much more human in the end. Ultimately, I can’t say Stampede was a bad show. It did a lot of things right with what it had and would be interesting in it’s own right. But conversely, I can’t say I personally liked it as an adaptation of Trigun, and in fact feel like it dropped the ball in almost every category I appreciate about the franchise. However, in the end, that’s just the conclusion I came too based on my own reading and experiences, and this is just the long and short of my amateur analysis of Trigun. Good action, bad at what it was trying to be.

#trigun #trigun stampede #trigun stampede spoilers #rambling

[hetaliaforever]

Ranking of the best pairs of siblings in Hetalia? + the reason for every place

Brother parings first

Prussia and Germany are number 1

why are they number one. I mean Prussia goes out of his way to defend, protect and love Germany all threw out his life. If anyone even lays a finger on Germany even if Germany is a adult Prussia goes crazy and protects him. Germany is the most special person in his life. As a kid Germany experienced lots of hardships and Prussia would defend him with his life. Prussia did all this because he knew when his time was up he and the Germany legacy of their countries and family would live on in Germany. Prussia loves him so much.

Now Germany on the other hand loves Prussia to death. Prussia does get on his nerves but their is no one he would rather be with then his brother. Germany does not show much emotion but when he is with Prussia he will revile everything no hiding. When something happens to Prussia Germany comes running and I love this. Such great brothers

Norway and Iceland and 2

Norway loves his little brother Iceland so much. As a kind Norway helped Denmark raise Iceland and protected him. People would bully Iceland and Norge would not stand for it. Norge would stick up for Iceland and let it be known you mess with my little brother you mess with me. Norway and Iceland share some history together going threw some hardships together but at the end of the day Norge is always happy to call Iceland his little brother.

Iceland is embarrassed of Norway when he says call me big brother but loves him to. When it comes to battles Iceland will stick up for Norge and defend him till the end. Their family and Iceland does love Norge just does not show it much because he is embarrassed but family is everything to him and Norge. Its sacred

America and Canada are 3

America really does love Canada so much. America historically is the younger brother but also the stronger one. He looks out for Canada and makes sure people realize he is real. The older he got the more he grew to really love Canada and protects him at all cost. When they were small people would not know Canada was their and kinda neglect him. America would defend him and let people know his brother is real and never to neglect him.

Canada does love America even though he is mistaken for him all the time. It bugs Canada that he is mistaken for his brother a lot but also not as much as you think because it kinda gets him known. He will always team up and help America when America needs it he is his big brother in crime. He grew to also become close to America as he got older as well

Italy and Romano are 4

Italy loves Romano. He even looks up to him. He always wants to spend time with him even though Romano can be mean deep down Italy knows the reason why Romano can be a dick is because he is just trying to protect Italy. Italy will help Romano out in hard times and try to encourage Romano to look on the bright side and that life is not to bad. So sweet

Romano on the other hand is a dick to Italy and some people because its his way of protecting Italy and Italy knows that. Romano has always been jealous of all the love and attention Italy gets and sometimes wishes he was Italy. Romano will tell people off like Germany because he knows Italy loves and cares for Germany as a friend but Romano is just trying to keep him safe. Ever want to see who will defend and stand by Italy's side its Romano. He may not admit or show it but he cares for Italy more then others know

Brother and sister pairs next

Switzerland and Lictionstine 1

I feel like Switzerland is such a great big brother. He protects Lictionstine so much that she looks up to him. He is strong stern and knows what he wants. He will never let anyone hurt his little sister. She is special to him. Mess with her you have one angry nation on your hands.

Lichenstine looks up to Switzerland. She always makes sure he is happy and caring for himself right. When he has litte defences she tries to find ways to help him stay safe. She is greatful for him saving her. She even kinda acts like him. She always brings him gifts and makes sure to be strong for him. I know in history she is older though

Russia and Belarus 2

Russia loves Belarus but she comes off strong. He is scared of her a lot and does not want to marry her. He will defend his sister at all cost. You hurt her and General winter comes out. He grew up with her following him and not wanting to leave him. So she was with him a lot. She did leave at times but came back and it freaks Russia out a bit but he loves family around so did not say no.

Belarus really does love Russia and knows she comes off as strong. I believe she tries hard to not scare Russia but at times can't help it because she is over bearing and loves him a little to much. Her relationship with Russia is like one where their siblings but she wants more yet knows her brother does not.

Sister sister relationships next

Ukraine and Belarus 1

Ms Ukraine is strong and caring twords Belarus. Family comes first for her. She is a bit of a cry baby but don't underestimate her. Touch her family and feel her rath.

Now I know Belarus scares Ms Ukraine some but she really does love her big sister. I believe Belarus will fight to keep her sister safe during hard times. Belarus is a strong independent nation and may feel Ms Ukraine wining a lot is annoying but at the end of the day that is her sister and she will always love her.

Now if you want to see me rank the Uk bros that will be a totally separate post due to it will be long

#hetalia #aph italy #aph romano #hws Romano #hws north italy #hws gilbird #hws germany #anime #reasons why some brother parings are the best #hws liechtenstein #hws switzerland #hws russia #hws belarus #hws ukraine

[compassionatereminders]

(Vent) Ahaha hey Kat, so I messaged sometime back about a whole disaster of a situation regarding being in (or maybe I was about to be in?) an on-again-off-again messy FWB thing with my older flatmate who can't communicate, he said he loved me and I wasn't sure how he meant it and he wouldn't acknowledge it, and you told me to step away from the whole mess and I kind of don't think I was in the headspace to listen smh, which is my fault. An update on that: it turns out that he talks in his sleep, it seems, and I shouldn't have spiralled so hard about it that I questioned my own feelings and convinced myself I might feel romantically towards him. It turns out I'm just lonely and my possible BPD was acting up, rip. So we talked it out and kept it going.

Unfortunately I'm still lonely and craving some sort of intimacy, platonic or sexual or otherwise, and his mental state only continues to get worse. Last weekend his ex gf showed up at our flat while I was VERY luckily out, and apparently whatever happened there was bad enough that it made him completely "reconsider" things all over again. Now his walls are up again in full force and it feels like he doesn't spend more time with me than he has to as a flatmate. PLUS he got discharged from therapy this week because they "can't help him" and has nowhere else to go. So I can't blame him for distancing himself, I just wish my own brain would stop craving something that I can't ask for from him. And I wish I could hide it better that I miss his company and that I'm craving physical affection of literally any sort, but I also wish I didn't have to? Just now today I hinted, because it came up, that I would like a hug, and he took it as a great deal more pressure than I meant to put on him. And said he wished he could just escape on his own to somewhere "he could be free from people asking things of him". Oof. Been there, but also oof.

I feel guilty, because I don't want my own bad brain and its frequent neediness to be making his worse, but at the same time, I feel selfish for feeling like I deserve more than to be made to feel like I can't express a single casual request. He said that, although I don't even usually ask for comfort like that in words for fear of making him uncomfortable, he can still tell from my body language and energy and expressions. So essentially now I'm hesitant to be around him at all, because maybe my mere presence feels like pressure to him, in a way I can't control. It's kind of draining, and I wish I felt strong enough to step away from it all of my own volition rather than being forced out of his life. But I still care about him and like him and uhhh want to have sex with him, and also still fucking live with him anyway so. Yeah. Complicated.

Sorry this was just a long vent to process the humiliation just now of having asked for a hug from someone my brain is not normal about, and been essentially flatly rejected and guilt-tripped about it. I normally have higher standards than this. He's never going to care about me even as a friend, but the thought of just 'moving on and finding someone else' seems impossible when I'm still hung up on him. But also I'm definitely spiralling, and BPD makes it very very hard to trust my brain about anything that ever happens to me. So. Spiritually and emotionally I have a headache. This was largely just a vent, but if you have any advice on HOW exactly to stand up and move on from this, that would be much appreciated. 💜

Honestly? Step away from this mess of a situation. For real. Cut contact if needed. Focus on managing your own emotions and symptoms instead of trying to placate his. Because this situationship obviously isn't making either of you happy, and it sounds like that's unlikely to change. And letting him drag you down with him is unnecessary. You deserve better and you CAN have it someday. Just not with this guy

#chat with kat #sex tw #guilt tripping tw

[tirednerd2012]

My Jonathan headcanon is that he is the type to physically hide when he has to let out a good cry. It kind of stems from that scene in season one where he’s locked himself in his room. Or in season one where he literally says “no” to Joyce when she asks him about how he is feeling. Maybe the No wasn’t for Joyce but for himself to not breakdown. It also stems from the fact that a lot of the time when he’s crying or close to it he like hides his face with hugs. But I imagine he’s hidden all sorts of places. Like bathrooms and closets and what have you. It would of course connect to Lonnie since like “men don’t cry”. I think it would be a habit he’d want to break but unconsciously does. I’d love to see like the twins or Joyce or both kind of help him through that you know? (Hoping you feel better ❤️‍🩹)

Jonathan not being able to cry in front of anyone because Lonnie's convinced him real men don't cry and while he would stand up for Will and tell him that his emotions are okay to have, he can't do the same for himself. And then after their dad leaves, he takes a major role in supporting his family. He's emotional support for his mom and starts taking care of more things around the house and becomes a coparent to Will at such a young age. He pushes all of his emotions to the side to focus on his family and only cries when they're not around. He won't cry in front of Joyce because he doesn't want to worry her. He won't cry in front of Will because he doesn't want to upset Will or taint the image Will has of him. He locks himself up or just hides. He's good at hiding, too. But he makes it less noticeable.

He tries to do better for Will and because he pushes his emotions to the side and that effects his relationship with Nancy, but he still does it because he doesn't consider himself important enough to get everyone worried about him.

El hears Jonathan crying and immediately gets Will. She doesn't know what's wrong, but she's never heard Jonathan cry before and doesn't want to go in alone. And Will gets concerned instantly because his brother has only cried in front of him once and that's when he woke up in the hospital, and those were more so tears of relief and happiness as Will called out to him. But Jonathan's upset and Will runs into his bedroom. He doesn't find Jonathan on his bed, but rather hidden on the floor beside his bed close to the window. And Will gets over to him because "oh my God, Jonathan, are you hurt?" but then he sees his brother's actually in the middle of a full blown meltdown and he keeps hiding his face and asking his siblings to leave.

El asks why they would leave when he's so upset and Jonathan says he doesn't want them to see him like this. And Will tells him to stop hiding as he just pulls Jonathan into a hug. He wraps his arms around Jonathan in the same way Jonathan used to when he was having a meltdown, doing his best to make sure the brother felt secure and safe. He whispers "you don't have to hide from me either, Jonathan" and that's when he breaks down, returning the hug and then accepting El in the embrace while they both hold him. El is the one to wipe his tears while Will keeps the strong hug to keep him grounded.

After he calms down, they all stay on the floor for about an hour. None of them really talk, but El keeps squeezing Jonathan's hand reassuringly every so often and Will leans against his brother. Jonathan promises them he's okay, he just gets overwhelmed sometimes and he just needs a good cry, so he locks himself up to do it. El is confused because Jonathan is always someone the twins can turn to when they're upset. He'll do any and everything to make them smile again, so why would he lock himself away? Meanwhile Will knows a lot of this stems from Lonnie and he just takes Jonathan's hand and reminds him that Lonnie can't hurt them anymore. And if he was wrong about Will, he was wrong about Jonathan, and deep down, Jonathan knows that, but it's still hard. And Jonathan doesn't have to see Will as the same 9-year-old he gave up his childhood to raise, he was getting older, they could share those burdens. Will asks Jonathan to let him be there for him the way his big brother has been there his entire life.

The Byers-Hopper siblings start doing mental health check ins with one another at least once a week.

#stranger things #jonathan byers #will byers #eleven hopper

[speculist-rinthi]

🙏, 📓 for Orion and 🎨, ⚡ for Rinthi!

these are great questions for these two, thank you! another long one, so this is going under the cut again (i feel like that might happen for them all):

🙏 Is your OC religious in any way? Why or why not? Do they have other beliefs that govern them in any way?

HM this is a great question. I think in the way of many charr, Orion isn’t explicitly religious, but he does have a sense of a… wider purpose, I suppose. He often feels like something is leading him towards his sisters. Actually, I think he might perceive it as the spirits of their parents trying to reunite them, so I suppose he believes in some form of ancestor worship.

📓 Write a typical diary/journal page by your OC! (or if you’d rather not, describe their journal. Do they keep one, why?)

“Day 19:

Reached our first town today. Gave false names – had to kick Nyfit to stop him saying his real one. Idiot. Love him. Wish we could use gates, but anywhere with a gate is big enough to hear about us. Foot is fine, call it the scenic route. Going by places with less charr so we’re not recognised, but worried we might run into charr-haters. Probably we can’t stop by many towns. Or stay long. Guess we’ll have to make the most of it.

What do we need? Food. More tarp? Water. New stone for knives. Nyf’s stalker can hunt for itself – guess we can too, actually. Arrows? Gonna use a lot of them if we’re hunting. Does Nyf need things for bow? Make better list in morning.

Nice to just stop and rest somewhere for now. Might stay a second night if we feel safe to. Don’t want the news to catch up with us, though. Not sure why I’m still writing in this thing. If they pick it up… but I’m hiding where we’re headed and good luck to them trying to read my scrawls. If I was being careful then I’d still be in Ash.”

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I picture Orion getting into the habit of keeping a journal as a kid, as a way to sort out his thoughts and keep track of things that happened – the kind of attention to detail that might’ve drawn him to the Ash Legion in the first place. After a few years, he’s probably honed it down to a near-incomprehensible personal shorthand that only he and his bandmates can read. Mostly.

It’s not exactly a good habit for a soldier or a deserter to have, but it’s too deeply ingrained to let go of, and he figures he’s fine as long as he doesn’t leave it anywhere stupid.

🎨 Is your OC artistic? Can they draw or paint or do they prefer another medium? Are they a writer or musician or do they do something else? Give us a quick run down of what they can get creative with!

Rinthi is definitely artistic; she draws up most if not all of the concept art for her creations, be they glamours or technology. Most of this is sketches or pencil drawings with basic colour, for functional purposes, but she paints as a hobby in her free time. Her writing isn’t quite as honed a skill since she has no reason to practice it for her work, but she’s good at making up stories for the purpose of social engineering (or, as the layperson would call it, “lying”). Sometimes the backstories for her personas can get… more detailed than they maybe need to.

⚡ What are your OC’s phobias? Is there any reasoning behind these? How do they calm themselves down after getting scared? What are they like when they’re afraid? Is there any chance of them overcoming their fears?

For Rinthi, her main fear is claustrophobia in a very specific way – being trapped somewhere small and plain with nothing to distract herself, and no way to get herself out. Elevators are not a fun experience for her. Also, somewhat oddly for a mesmer (and for someone who seems to think so highly of herself), she seems averse to her own reflection; it’s not quite on the level of a phobia, but looking in a mirror or at one of her illusory clones, she always feels a little bit like they’re about to reach out and grab her by the throat.

When Rinthi is truly scared – or feeling any very strong emotion, really – she gets very quiet, struggling to formulate words, and if she hasn’t frozen up completely she leaves. If she’s pushed or if someone is between her and a way out, she lashes out verbally with the most cutting insult she can think of. She doesn’t have a particular interest in getting over her fear of small spaces, mainly because she doesn’t see a need to; it’s a fairly unique circumstance that doesn’t affect her work. With regards to reflections, she mostly just finds them a bit unsettling and in practice can handle them fine.

#orion shadowheart #speculist rinthi #20 OC questions

[foxsquadffxiv]

Chipp's presentation

Chipp is not his real name but he always introduces himself that way. He is a son of a middle noble family from Ala Mhigo. His parents (still alive) devoted themselves to trade rather than politics and young Cheppard, uninterested in the problems of his country and the tyranny that reigned there, dreamed rather of travel and adventure, until his parents bequeathed their business to him. It did not happen. By the time Ala Mhigo fell, Chipp had already been traveling for ten years, traveling the world and meeting people from all walks of life. He made sure his parents were okay, but with his caste in disarray, he didn't try to come to the aid of his people. For him, it was too late, there was nothing he could do and he bitterly regretted it.

His journeys have taken him all over the world, and he has made strong friendships and a few short-lived love affairs. He has risked his life several times but he doesn't think much of it. His ship once ran aground off the Noscea and a group of Kobolds helped him. It was with them that he changed his name, too complicated for the kobolds, into a simple nickname that he didn't hesitate to use, more than his first name. He has a rather dubious sense of humor, he likes to make dad jokes and puns. He laughs and cares for others and as he gets older, he becomes very paternal with his companions, offering a solid shoulder and a listening ear, plus a kind smile.

His very quiet and benevolent character is, along with his good nature, what characterizes him the most. But he is a man who hides his negative emotions. He knows that they are not productive for the groups he joins and he does not reveal his weaknesses easily. So he hides his melancholy, his anger and hatred of the Garlean Empire, and his regrets behind a teasing smile and frivolous jokes. He joined Fox's squad through Tephain'a, whom he knew from his time in Limsa Lominsa. The Miqo'te heard him say that as he got older he would like to find a more regular occupation and naturally suggested it to him, as the two had known each other for a long time. Chipp accepted the offer and quickly became friends with Fox, affectionately calling him Chief but not pressuring him. Chipp likes the youthful yet calm atmosphere of the squad and brings his wisdom and advice, as well as his silliness to support the group. He likes to play on his advanced age, connections and wealth as a merchant to make himself look like the sugar daddy, but he's more of a father figure that some of the squad members miss. And being childless because of his lifestyle, he likes to take care of the younger ones as if they were his own children.

Some trivia about Chipp :

He flirts, a lot and with people of all sexes. He is not a don juan, but he likes to compliment and banter with people he feels attracted to. He always respects boundaries and doesn't play with others' feelings.

He is a great drinker, and a wine lover. His parents were in the wine business for a long time, among other things, and he has discovered a precise palate and a taste for wines and strong spirits. He can handle alcohol very well.

He tends to wear light clothes, and is often shirtless or almost. But he always wears good shoes.

He sometimes kisses the cheeks of the members of the squad, to cheer them up or to tease them with his prickly beard. It's never discreet, and he especially enjoys doing it to Fox when he feels tired, to make him laugh with a big smack, or to Tephain'a or the younger guys to hear them sigh with a smile or grunt softly that they are busy.

He gets along particularly well with Josevalain, whom he helps with business and with whom he often trains. Their age gap is smaller, but he senses when the Ishgardian needs to talk or vent. He's the one who will stop Josevalain when he feels he's too vehement toward Fox or the others. Their relationship is very important to both of them.

He loves Hildibrand and his family. Chipp could hang out with the detective just for the pleasure to hear him "solve case" and will get along pretty well with the chaos this will generate.

His hatred for Galemald causes him many problems. He has to refrain his words and don't take actions in case his own feelings interfere with the missions, but he can't stand neither of Gaius, Nero, the Galvus family or any Garlean. Of course, he despise Solus the most. He doesn't want to put it on younger generation but his anger prevent him to be genuine to Garlean, and he just mute himself and let the others do the good things to do. He will probably die with it but he don't want to pass his harsh sentiments on others. That's the best he can do.

#ffxiv #wol #hyur highlander #Chipp

[ye-local-simp]

Hi !! I came across your blog a while ago and since there’s a match up event may I request a TWST match-up 💕

I’m an Aries and an INFP. A cis female, I’m really short about Ortho height, black short cuts above my shoulders. I usually wear whatever makes me comfortable, my hair is always messy I never bother to tidy myself up lmao. I do have a high sense of fashion I just don’t use it very often.

I’m super quiet and awkward when surrounded by strangers, I find it hard to make friends or to actually express my emotions resting bitch face <3. I’ll only talk when people come to me first. I don’t open up easily but when I do I tend to get more chaotic and playful. I'm really open-minded open to everyone's opinion and take criticism very well. When I hate someone I won’t try to hide it and just straight it show to their face. A compassionate person, that once I choose to care for someone, that care will never go away, no matter how much they hurt me. It’s actually hard to get me to hate or hold grudges against anyone since I’m kinda forgiving and laid back. I feel super uncomfortable when people confront me or even try to befriend me too fast it makes my trust issue goes off the roof. I try to see the best in others and put myself in other people's perspectives before judging. I tend to live in my own head and daydream all the time instead of focusing on the real world. I may act tough and strong but I’m also quite sensitive, I can handle physical pain but not emotional. I take every decision with care and will never be caught acting recklessly. I'm actually a really hard-working person, I believe without working and trying your best then you won't be able to achieve your goal, and yes I also dislike the idea of wishing for something to present itself. I admire honesty, people with confidence in themselves and who know their place. I despise those who lack self-awareness and do not make an effort to change for the better. I love to encourage my people on being themselves and I find it cute seeing people doing what they love and the smile on people's faces. The worst insult ever to me is that people tell me that I'm selfish because I care a lot about others even if I don't want to. My love language is act of service and quality time. I fall in love rather quickly and hard to fall out of it.

My interest is Art, that is literally what I do every day and what I want to pursue for the rest of my life. I really like to eat, anything really but I mostly prefer sweets and spicy stuff. I like plushies and anything cute. I don't get scared easily and indifferent to most things, my favorite movie genres are horror, comedy, and action. I'm not into sport mainly because I'm quite short on stamina but I am fairly strong for my size. I don't know what to add anymore but I kin Ei, Shenhe, and Sucrose 🎨. Apologize if this is long ( ･ᴗ･̥̥̥ ) and I hope you are having a wonderful day ! ( sorry I suck at social interaction )



I am going to match you up with...

Deuce!!

-A very straightforward and honest person so you would definitely have no issue of him hiding things from you. He is one of the few who knows how sensitive you really are so he acts as your bodyguard and makes you feel independent at the same time. Meaning that he doesn't really tower over you all the time. He would definitely be the one to get you out of uncomfortable conditions too.

-In terms of your interests, he is not really an artistic person but would definitely be supportive of your art.Anyone who even thinks about dissing it is dead even before the bad critisms reach you(if there even is any). You might have to explain that some critisms may help you improve though.

-Since he is a lot more on the masculine side, he would definitely gift you feminine things or things that he heard that a lot of women would like like arcade plushies,fluffy notebooks and flowers so his gifts are usually great if you love those kinds of things.He would definitely ask his mum for advice on how to woo you too.

-The only issue would be that he may not understand your advances or how you are actually feeling since this guy is very dense when it comes to feelings

#twisted wonderland matchup event #twisted wonderland matchup #twst match up event #twst matchup #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #twst fluff #twst scenarios #twst headcanons