prosperiitas

[prosperiitas]

someone has a crush... (I GET IT SO BAD)

yeah and?????? 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 (THEY'RE SO FINEEEEEEEEE I CAN'T PRETEND ANYMORE THERE REALLY IS NO PLATONIC EXPLANATION FOR THIS BEHAVIORRRRRRR)

[prosperiitas]

After perishing on the battlefield saving your people, you die in your lover's arms. Except you wake in field of flowers, and your lover is now an aeon. Reunions begin.

Not proof read. 1500 ish words. Canon? Don't know her.

The last of your people were fleeing from the devastated surface of the planet you lived on when you recieved the blow that was sure to be fatal. The hoard had finally arrived and broken through what defenses your people had set up. As one the last defenders of your people, you kept your oath to defend those who fled away from the insects that invaded your home. Your singing lullaby kept your fellow soldiers fighting and allowed hope to bloom.

The abomination in that you were fighting scored a lucky blow to your stomach which was guaranteed to be fatal. Even if someone managed to drag you to safety and healed you, it would do nothing. You managed to retailate and destroy the beast in front of you, but that was all you could do as you collapsed.

You could hear the voice of your love calling for you as you fell. The sounds of fighting continued around you and you could hear quick steps approach you. You felt four hands feel around you and hold your stomach wound. Your vision was so blurry.

“No. No. No. Don't do that love. I can fix this.“ You heard then say as they lifted you into their lap. You could make out blond hair in front of you. “Its alright, relax. Yes that's right. Wait, no.“ You felt yourself fading so quickly. Their comforting voice lulling you into the dark waters of death. You could hardly feel their tears on your face or how their arms tightened around you. You could hear them saying something, but you did not know what it was as darkness took you.

A bright sunny sky was what you woke to next. You shouldn't be awake. There was grass underneath you that hadn't been there before. When you looked to your right, you weapon was still there. Young trees and shrubs littered the planet around you. Thick carcasses of the insects you had been fighting were devoured by the nature around you.

You took your four arms and shoved yourself into a sitting position and off your healed stomach. Your hand felt across the tender wound. It was scarred heavily. When you turned your head you felt something heavy on your skull. You felt them.

“Horns? Antlers?“ You muttered, shock filling your face. You stood and grabbed your weapon with your lower arms, taking in your sorroundings. “Yaoshi!“ You called to your love, hoping they'd be out there. Empty fields and wind answered your call. You armor was still filthy and was covered in wild flowers.

“Yaoshi! Is anyone there?“ You called again. The wind merely sighed a gentle breeze, waving the blooming field in front of it. You wondered aimlessly for hours until you reached a river. You body had undergone mutations. Thick antlers protruded from your skull. You were stronger, faster, and more ideal in body. When you were bathing, you had cut yourself on a rock and the wound had healed near instantly.

Once you were bathed, you cleaned your armor and put it back on. You wondered for days, surviving off berries and fruits. The bushes seemed to lean into your touch and blossom in excitement. It was weeks before you happened upon any civilization.

“Excuse me!“ You called to a patrol you happened to spot. The men had turned to you and shock colored their features. You approached where they had stopped and gave a short bow. “Do you happen to know where I am?“

The men in front of you did not reply and only when one seemed to shake himself out of his stupor did you get any reaction. The first man knelt in front of you and the rest soon followed. What were you supposed to do? You motioned for them to stand and they spoke in a lamguage you did not understand. You could hear alarms whistle in your mind. You spent ten minutes convincing them with gestures to take you to their village.

The village recieved you warmly. They bowed to you like you were meant to be worshipped. They stared and whispered amongst themselves. The village was incredibly small. It only had a few dozen houses and shops in it. You were led to the center of the town, where a small chruch-like building sat in front of the biggest tree you had ever seen. They ushered you inside. It was a homely place with what seemed to be cushions to sit on. The odd statue the sat in the fronr caught your eye.

Another voice, feminine from the way it sounded, caused you to stop staring and turn to it. The woman you faced was dressed more like what you were used too. The thick branches the came from her skull and flowers growing on her skin was what you noticed first. The men said something and color left her face.

She approached you slowly. Kneeling in front of you, she took your four hands in hers.

“Oh Protective Consort, it is an honor to meet you.“ She bowed her head in reverence. The others behind her had joined her on the floor. “Our Savior will be pleased to know that you have woken. THEY have waited so long for your return.“

Your weapon weighed heavily from where it was sheathed.

“What are you talking about?“ You asked, horror and confusion building in your stomach.

She looked up to you from where she sat on her knees in front of you. Reverence and devotion poured from her in waves. The flowers were blooming on her skin, whereas before they remained shut.

“I was but a child when the hoard came. I was oh so young. Then, THEY came for us, saving us where no other aeon tried. THEY blessed us with gifts of life and love. I grew up hearing stories of you once we managed to settle back down. Your call of help saved us from absolute destruction.“ Tears were forming in her eyes. “You've been asleep so long, and we knew not where you could have been. But, now we can reunite you with them. If you will follow me to the great tree, I will gladly reunite you.“

You jerked your hands away from hers.

“I do not know what you talking about. Who your talking about.“

“Our savior, Yaoshi. THEY'VE waited so long.“ You stopped listening to her rambling. Yaoshi? The same one you married? Sweet, kind-hearted Yaoshi? “Please, Allow us to reunite you.“ She held her upper hands out. Whispers in your mind encouraged you.

Go, go, They cried, Come back to us.

As if on auto pilot, you took her hands and she stood. Barking orders in a language you did not understand, she commanded the room and the men left. She gently guided you to the thick, cherry colored tree in the back area of the church.

“Touch it, call for them. They will come. You deserve happiness and comfort in THEIR loving arms.“ She motioned to the tree in front of the two of you and then let go of your hands, stepping to the side as she did so. You ignored the townsfolk who were gathering around the tree in a circle. A decent distance was between you a the kneeling and praying townfolk. Women, men, children had gathered around to pray.

“Yaoshi?“ You quietly asked when you upper left hand touched the tree. The weight of an aeon's gaze was near instantly upon you. You felt an instence exhuastion and allowed yourself to collapse into sleep. You were unaware of the flowers you had disintergrated into as you did so.

You felt safe when you managed to rouse some conciousness back. Arms gently held you and you could hear a familiar faint hum in the background.

“Yaoshi?“ You slurred. Your eyes felt like lead. Vines gently wrapped around you.

“Dear one,” You heard them say, gently pulling you closer to them. “Its been so long. You're safe in my loving arms. No more pain, no more death, no more suffering as long as you are here.“ A hand touched the scarred wound of your stomach and you groaned and the unpleaseant feeling. It didn't quite hurt, but it was not a nice touch. You could hear gentle shushing at your response. You managed to crack open your eyes. It was your love.

Distorted as their image may be, it was so very them. Love was present in their face.

“We have much to to discuss. So many to heal, save, and care for, but for now, rest. Your body is still weak from my power.“ You closed your eyes, trusting them. “We have plently of time.“ You felt yourself drift off. “Forever, if we so wish.“

TRENDING ON INTERGALATIC WEB

THE GREAT SINGING CONSORT AWAKENS! SALVATION IS ON THE HORIZON, PRAISE YAOSHI! by The Abundance Collective. 12 hrs ago.

Outbreak of mara-struck leaves mass devastation in the Xianzhou Alliance. Hundreds dead and thousands injured. By Xianzhou News. 5 hrs ago

Just what is the Great Singing Consort? See all we know about Yaoshi's first Emanator! By IPC Updates and News. 10 hrs ago

[prosperiitas]

"ok i'll drop a fluff fic first" me when i fucking LIE

[prosperiitas]

"how can you love your friend that much lol" HE WAS THEIR SUN. HE WAS THE THING THAT BREATHED LIFE INTO THEIR VERY SOUL. HIS ABSENCE SENT THEIR LIFE FLYING INTO CHAOS.

[prosperiitas]

Sleep hasn't come easily for a while now. When the day the Tulpar was supposed to return to Earth came and passed without any indicator of the freighter's approach, they didn't get a single minute of sleep, riddled with so much anxiety that they couldn't even think straight. The nights only got worse after that. It reflected in their studies, in their job—every aspect of their life was thrown into disorganization and chaos when the sun never rose again. When their sun never rose again. They were always so certain of themselves, but they had never accounted for what would happen if the sun was struck down from the sky. They'd never accounted for what they would do if one of the most stable constants in their life was snatched violently from their arms. (That wasn't supposed to happen.) It didn't seem to get any easier to manage, even after so much time. (Would it ever?)

THROWING UP

I'M SICK. I'M COOKING SO HARD RN

[prosperiitas]

I'M SICK. I'M COOKING SO HARD RN

[prosperiitas]

hi again my fellow daisuke enjoyers. how are we feeling about this one. he's my baby and i miss him 🥺 i said i wouldn't drop angst, but apparently i am a bitch ass LIAR???,?? i fully intended to drop daisuke fluff before daisuke angst but i cannot help myself i'm afraid. chat i promise i'll finish this one before dropping another snippet i swear

It has been eight-hundred and twenty-one days since Daisuke left on the Tulpar. Just over two years and three months.

...Maybe longer than that, if they're being honest with themselves. Time has slipped through their fingers like the finest grains of sand these past few years, so they really weren't all to confident in their perception of time's swift yet dragging passage.

In the end, they suppose it doesn't really matter. It's been long enough. Too long.

Too long since they last playfully squinted when he shot his brightest grin—a capable competitor of the sun's—their way, too long since they last heard the cheery tones of his voice calling out to them to get their attention from the opposite end of their favorite thrift store, and far too long since they'd felt his arm slung over their shoulders or the frigid bite of his rings on their skin when they clutched his hand.

Two years and three months since the last time they felt his embrace around them—tight and comforting, what they would passionately argue to be the safest and warmest place in the entire universe, promising a speedy return.

[prosperiitas]

i'm sorry guys ik you do NOT want daisuke angst but there is this recurrent thought that's eating me up inside and will consume me whole if i do not get it down on paper (...on a document???? more accurately?????). i'm sorry. you all will suffer at my hand. i am so sorry 😔

[prosperiitas]

using this request as an excuse to convince you to read dungeon meshi (bc if i said genshin youd know which character i was talking about--)

(also do you see my vision on the chekov-daisuke parallels yet)

i'll see about reading it HAHAHAH my to-read list is getting. quite long! and yes yes ik i need to write about shenhe sighhhhhhhhhh /lh when the genshin writing block fades, i'll try to drop something about her just for you mwah mwah <3

i do. looked him up. i was like wow. that's literally daisuke in an adjacent universe. it IS a vibes thing. i see it. i see the vision.

[prosperiitas]

ik mw fans don't want daisuke angst anymore but you have to hear me out—my immortal (evanescence), wildflower (billie eilish), the moon will sing (the crane wives), etc etc etc... guys please. do you see my vision

[prosperiitas]

drop fandoms you want to see fics for (trying to do my mlist and don't want to have to add fandoms later on if i can help it because it's gradient text and takes multiple steps......)

[prosperiitas]

i'm. not normal about daisuke. anyways hi *drops a post-crash daisuke & childhood friend!anya's intern!reader wip* this isn't an angst wip or anything, it's more hurt/comfort esque. characterization who? idk. i met this man less than 72 hours ago, i'm still working on it. be gentle on me 😔 chat should i finish this, yes or no

⚠️ this post is exclusively platonic, do not tag as romantic or romantic leaning! i don't care if you think it's romantic or feel like it's romantic. it's not. it is literally just a friend comforting a friend thanks 🙏

They gnaw on their lip, contemplative, debating on what to say—if anything at all. The last thing they want to do is trouble Daisuke, especially at such a late hour.

(They think it's late, at least. The vast darkness of space looming outside the ship makes it hard to tell, really. There is no day or night; there is only the glow of the lounge's screen to indicate the hour.)

Only when a vague sting strikes their lip, accompanied by the faint taste of iron on their tongue, do they stop.

...Well, they're already here. There is nothing to do but tell him what's on their mind. He'll never let it go if they don't.

It takes a moment for them to find the words, but when they do...

"I don't think I really want to be a nurse anymore," they admit. Daisuke watches them for a moment. They stare back at him wordlessly through the darkness only somewhat illuminated by the nighttime screen's dark, cool light. Nervousness stirs in their chest, but his thumb running across their knuckles soothes some of the anxiety.

(They absentmindedly muse to themselves about missing the cool bite of his rings. It was always something that they found to be particularly grounding, but it doesn't surprise them that he's taken them off. It's probably not comfortable to sleep with them on.)

His lips are tilted downwards. Something about the expression doesn't sit well with them; it's unsuiting of him, really, but it is somehow comforting. The soft concern he looks at them with is all the reminder they needed that they could confide in him.

When the silence stretches on, he finally responds.

"Why?"

"...He's in so much pain." A lump forms in their throat; it is hard to speak all of a sudden, and they pause. Daisuke squeezes their hand. They take a breath and squeeze back as they go on: "It's... It makes me sick, and if I can't... I mean, if I can't handle treating him without it weighing on me... we— we're going to be out of painkillers soon, 'nd—"

A gasp tears from their throat, and a sob—one they have tried so hard thus far to keep in—wracks their body. They can't really bear to look him in the face any longer, nor can they risk disturbing any of their other crewmates sleeping only inches away, so they opt to bury their face against his collarbone.

His breath hitches. Something about the way his other hand rushes to rub circles into their back feels frantic, rushed, as if the sight of their tears ignited a sense of panic within him, and the hand holding theirs has gotten quite a bit tighter around their fingers.

It's quiet for a moment, save for their muffled cries.

"...D'you know how cool you are to me?"

They sniffle, glancing up at him. "...What?"

There is so much warmth in his face greeting them when they finally meet his eyes again that it almost burns.

They should not stare directly at the sun. It isn't medically advisable.

"Dude, you've always had everything figured out since we were like, five. You're the coolest person I know, easy."

Heat rushes to their face, and through the tears, they manage to crack a small smile.

He beams at the sight.

"I mean... I try."

"Yeah, I sure as hell know you do. But, like, if you don't want to be a nurse anymore, that's cool. Should I ask if Swansea needs another intern?"

"Oh, god, Daisuke," they groan, smacking him under the small blanket he was forced to share with them at the moment. He kicks their shin in response; there is no real force behind the motion, only playful retaliation. "I don't know shit about mechanics."

He shrugs, shifting. He bends his arm slightly, tapping the top of their head, a wordless signal for them to shift as well. They take his offer, lifting their head and laying it on his bicep. "Me neither."

"Yeah, but you know more than me," they murmur, leaning back slightly. "You're the coolest person I know, too, you know? Like. You know that, right?"

[prosperiitas]

DAISUKE WOULD BE THE OLDER BROTHER OF ALL TIME TO HAVE. HELLO

[prosperiitas]

i would absolutely ADORE some daisuke hcs whit a really fem shy reader (i feel he would do absolutely anything to make the reader get out of the her shell)

genuinely love the enthusiasm here anon (i need someone to like daisuke as much as i do and throw ideas involving him at me nonstop tbh he's fr my baby) but i don't write for fem!reader i'm afraid 🥺 i can def try to cook something up with gender neutral!reader though?

rules.

[prosperiitas]

i need to write a fic where jimmy gets his ass kicked bro

[prosperiitas]

daisuke's such a cutie pie fr. if you were the type of person who had a clear direction and knew for sure what you wanted to do in life he would genuinely think you're the coolest person he knows. 100% telling everyone how fucking cool you are and looks up to you so much, and would be so worried if you expressed a loss of that sense of direction or a loss of that passion overall. he wholeheartedly believes you'll figure it out again though and is happy to be in the same boat as you for that period of time, since he knows very much what it feels like to feel useless and at a loss of what to do with your life AHHHH 🥺

⚠️ this post is platonic, do not tag as romantic/romantic leaning!