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nightplumes ; sylus ♡

author's note: hello... it's been like a year. >< blog will be going under some theme changes soon- and i'm writing for love and deepspace as well. not proofread. loosely based on sylus' 'nightplumes' card but majorly just fluff written by yours truly. comments and feedback are appreciated! otherwise enjoy soft sylus, <3

after a quick ride out of the N109 zone, you and sylus reach a somewhat secluded bridge with the dove he had been taking care of over the past week. you perch the dove onto his hand, giving him a nod as he releases it back into the wild. you look up as you watch it fly off into the distance, a tiny smile making its way to your lips knowing it'll find its way somewhere. you move your hands into your jacket, letting out a sigh as you turn back to sylus, who is surprisingly looking at you intently. "what's wrong?" you question, moving slightly towards him as you notice the city lights behind his figure.

he remains silent, putting his hands into his pockets before turning around to view the scenery. you tilt your head slightly, confused by his demeanour; yet, you have little time to ponder upon it as you hear a sudden burst in the sky. your head whips up and a beautiful array of fireworks lights up the area in front of you, the light falling of snow making the sky seem all the more magical. you run up next to sylus, leaning against the side of the bridge to get a closer look at him.

the light of the fireworks is reflecting in his eyes... he looks... surprised?

"...sylus, i've noticed that whenever you want to protect something, you always make sure to protect it well." you breathe out, continuing to look at him. "whether that be a dove or a person."

he turns around, raising an eyebrow at you as he replies, "is it only when i'm willing?"

you think, only for a moment, before saying, "yeah, only when you want to do it."

you pursed your lips before turning back to the view in front of you. the lights of the ongoing fireworks reflect into the river underneath. it's peaceful for another moment, only the wind breezing past you two before sylus speaks again.

"you think too highly of me. i'm not a philanthropist." his words almost send another gust of cold wind into your face. almost.

but you don't really seem to care about the meaning of his words in this moment.

"doesn't matter. after all,-" you look at him once again, "i'm not a dove that needs your protection."

sylus lets out a little sound, turning his head to the side before looking back at you. "...is that so?" he questions, to which you give a little nod.

another couple of seconds pass, and you both return to watching the fireworks in silence. they're stunning, but there's a lingering tension amid the air, which makes you gaze back at sylus. he notices your staring, turning in your direction once again.

"what?" he says in a curt voice.

"there's snow in your hair." you point out.

sylus immediately moves his head down, closer to your face as he replies, "help me."

you reach out your hand and lightly tussle his hair, the snowflakes quickly dissipating as they fall to the ground. you let yourself smile again, finding it a bit silly that he asked you to remove the snow. as you pull your hand away, he grabs onto it for a moment, only to quickly let go as he sees your eyes widen. and once again, you both turn back to watch the fireworks.

the silence is a bit awkward...

"the fireworks are pretty, aren't they?" you muse, putting one hand on the ledge before looking at sylus.

his crimson eyes bore into yours; yet, a gentle smile lights up his face, moving his fingers to draw a small cat into the snow. is it supposed to be you? you didn't realize the leader of onichynus would be so playful.

"pretty, like a little kitten i see here," he remarks, finishing his tiny drawing with a smug expression.

you take some snow and press it against his face as a retort, laughing at your own trick. sylus flinches at first- an annoyed look plastered across his face. but once he takes your laughter in, his gaze visibly softens. he pats your head gently, wrapping your scarf properly around your neck.

"don't want you getting cold now, do we sweetie?" he teases, grabbing your hand and wrapping it around his. you both resume admiring the fireworks, indulging in the cold and quiet night outside of linkon city.

maybe this weather was enough to turn a crow into a dove.

[with-love-from-hell]

An update.

(Created June 9th, 2024)

Hello my lovely readers (both old and new). It has been a very hot minute since I have posted anything and I recognize that. I just wanted to give a short little update on some asks/comments I've been getting recently about my very low activity outside of reblogs.

A lot of stuff has happened personally over the past year or so that has left my thirst for writing completely dried up. I won't go into a lot of details, but there have been a lot of changes in friendships, amongst me training to be a supervisor at work (and completely changing my location of practice and working through a company merger), some more internal conflicts about whether me and my partner are having/adopting kids, amongst many other things. The time I would usually spend writing was during downtime at work, where I had no charting and many cancelations, and that has not been the trend lately- plus there is now a security blocker on my computer that completely blocks Tumblr from use, as well as Google Doc, which were previously the only two places I would draft my writings.

This is not me saying goodbye to writing all together. I still really love and enjoy it, but am needing to find some more free time and get back up the motivation to continue writing, which I have been hoping for over the past 9 or so months, but never happened. Because of this, I haven't moved my blog into "Hiatus", which I'm thinking I'm going to do now to avoid shame over having it open reciecing requests, and feeling too overwhelmed to even respond to them.

So for now, I am putting my blog into Hiatus.

Tips on Kofi are still accepted, but I will absolutely not be asking for any since I know I haven't been giving my all to writing lately, plus there are much more important things your money can be going to rn, like victims of the genocide in Palestine and Palestinian liberation.

In regards to my ongoing series:

I will eventually return to Melancholia, I really just don't know when. I likely will need to do a re-read of everything I've done with it and the parent series before that happens though, which is a lot to go through. I'm not making any promises, but my goal is to finish the series- I will say that much.

As for 5-sides: I completely stopped writing this one for now because I am going through a re-write of the series. Mostly because of the friendship shifts which resulted in 1 individual in the series being removed from my life, plus some shifts in other dynamics in that group. In addition, there were some things I felt I rushed and I could have done better at writing or incorporating devilgrams into the story, so I want to go back and comb through that one as well. I know this one didn't get much engagement because it's OC/my insert content, but it means a lot to me and I will be taking time to re-do it.

As for requests: I am going to put a pause on them until Melancholia is finished (which, like I said, doesn't have a clear timeline). I will also remind folks who do send in requests once they do open back up:

I am not your therapist, so please don't ask me for specific help with a problem you're having. I'm professionally trained and licensed as a therapist, but it is unethical (and illegal) for me to provide services without any agreements, HIPPA compliant technology, or respect for licensing laws that vary state to state, and even if it was, it is not something I want to do in this space. If you need help, please utilize Google or Psychology Today to find any services in your area.

Please keep requests somewhat simple and generalizable to a wider audience. I'm don't necessarily like writing for an mc with a Laundry list of diagnoses/problems occurring at once that seem *very* personal to the individual requesting, as I have many content enjoyers who want to relate to the writing I produce for free. This also takes up a lot more of my time researching to ensure I'm depicting everything correctly. This type of request is much better suited for a commission, given how much time and personalization goes into it. That doesn't mean you can't request writing for a specific diagnosis or problem (such as an eating disorder, self harm, or trauma) though. That I do encourage!

I am a person with a life outside of Tumblr. I have a full time job, an elder pet who needs significant attention, and a decent sized chunk of family and fiends that I am engaged with regularly off of the internet. Please don't harass me about your requests unless I have given you a clear timeline and am not providing updates. If you're just checking in that I have recieved them, I will reply to that and inform you that status of your request. However, you DO NOT need to send me a ton of messages asking the same thing when I had clearly indicated I was/am going to be working on it or that I'm not quite in the space to work on it, but would inform you when I was or tag you in it when its completed. This makes me far less likely to want to write your request. While it doesn't happen often, I've gotten it about commission requests a few times over the past few months and I just wanted this to serve as a gentle reminder.

I do look forward to getting the motivation to write again, and I appreciate all my readers who have supported me (not just with comments, likes, reblogs, and engagement, but financially as well when times were tough). I am so grateful for all of you and I appreciate so much that you all enjoy my writing enough to want to see more. I hope you all understand where I'm at, and can respect that while I take the time that I need ❤️

[sassykattery]

Dollface, Pt. 2

CW: Main Character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. Someone being pervy.

The main character is afab, uses she/her pronouns. This story is meant to be somewhat curvy/plus-sized reader insert, but the main character is given a physical description, but it's not crucial to the story or mentioned often after Part 1.

Themes: Romance. Magic. Adventure. Suggestive content

Characters: Main Character. Diavolo.

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Over the next couple of days, he learned her routine pretty quickly, as habitual as she was. She often woke early in the morning, played music while she did her makeup, and then took her backpack with her to what he presumed was class, since she stopped taking him out of the house. A couple of times a day, he would hear voices from others, one woman that sounded similar to his new caretaker, and a gruff-sounding man. He learned that they were her parents.

Diavolo tried to sleep when she slept and stayed awake when she was gone, but with little to do but stare at the ceiling or whatever direction he was facing, he got bored quickly and often slept to pass the time. She often left him to lay on the pillow next to hers, which he thought was far better than sitting in that office wrapped in plastic all day. Sometimes, she even left the TV on, giving him some entertainment while he waited on her return.

One afternoon, he perked up when he heard the door open to her bedroom, but she left the light off. Moments later, she was crawling into bed without even looking at her phone or talking to herself. He could hear her gently sniffing, light sobs coming from her direction.

Oh? What's wrong? He thought, desperately wanting to ask.

Her hand slowly reached out to him, gently grasping his body in her palm and pulling him towards her. She tucked him under her chin, and he felt her heartbeat against the top of his head, warmth coming from her neck, chest, and the hand that held him.

"When will I be good enough..." she muttered quietly.

What happened?

"I just feel so stupid. They were right, I'm not smart enough," she muttered, burying her face in the pillow.

That's not true. I've listened to you, you're very smart.

"I'm crying to a doll right now... Pfft, I'm pathetic... but I'm glad you're here," she mumbled, rubbing her thumb over his back.

"A doll that is listening," Diavolo huffed.

She froze then, hearing a low tenor voice right in her ear that was most definitely not her imagination. Right?

"You... you can hear me? Wait, I can hear you?" She whispered.

"Wait, can you hear me?" The masculine voice called out again.

She shot up and looked down at the doll speaking to her now, and brought her face closer again to look at it in the dim light. It still laid there motionless, eyes and mouth remaining still.

"Hello," he said to her, still not moving.

"Oh fuck you're talking," she swore in a panic.

"This is a new development to me as well. Please, don't be alarmed," he tried to calm her, failing as he did.

"I bought a haunted fucking doll!" She yelped, scrambling to get away.

"Please! Wait! I promise I'm not haunted. I'm actually cursed," Diavolo tried to reason with her. Again, miserably.

"No shit!" She bit back.

"No, I think you misunderstood. I'm a real person that has been cursed to be a doll," he explained. She was silent then, so he took it as an opportunity to continue. "My name is Diavolo. About a month ago, I was cursed to be a doll by accident. I'm not sure why I'm able to speak now, but I've been aware this entire time."

She remained quiet a little bit longer before speaking, "You said you were cursed. Is that, like, magic? Are you magical?"

There was a lilt to his voice then, like he would be chuckling in that moment. "Indeed. I have a human form, but I'm technically a de–" he paused, realizing it might scare her to tell the truth.

"A demon?" She finished the sentence for him.

"Yes, a demon," he confirmed. He noticed how she didn't seem terribly frightened by this information, that she was more scared to have a doll talking to her than for that doll to be a demon at this point. "I don't mean any harm unto you," he added for good measure.

"Oh... um... good..." she trailed off as she slid a hand under him to pick him up. "Well, hello."

"Hello. It is lovely to actually speak to you. It has been rather frustrating to not be able to respond to you," Diavolo replied.

"I suppose so. So, um... what do you know so far? About the curse... or me?" She asked with a head tilt.

"I actually know nothing about this curse. I touched a cursed book and found myself on the floor, only to be picked up by random people and ending up here with you. I tried to undo it with my own magic, but this curse is rather powerful and has locked my magic out of my use," he answered.

"I see."

"How did I come to be in your possession?" He asked in return.

"Oh, um... god, this sounds odd, but I found a listing for you on the internet and thought you were cute, so I... bought you?" She sounded more like she was asking a question than a statement.

Diavolo chuckled warmly at how she worded it. "I see. Well, as for you, I've been able to put together bits and pieces about you from what I've seen while observing you," he said, and then went on to explain how he knew her name and some of her interests.

"Okay. Well... What do you want to do? How can I help you?" She asked quietly.

"I appreciate your willingness to help, though I'm not entirely sure how you can. It might be that this curse is broken over time, given I wasn't able to speak before now. If you could, I would appreciate your help in safeguarding me until we know more or find help," he responded.

"Well, I can do that. I won't take you to class anymore, I'd hate for you to get lost. You should be safe in here," she stated, looking him over.

"Very well. Thank you."

"Is there someone you want me to call?" She inquired.

"Yes, but I'm not sure how you can get a hold of any of them. We were in another country when we got separated. And our communication devices aren't the same as yours, so calling won't work," he replied.

"Oh... Well, I guess I could search the internet for your friends," she offered.

"I'm not sure if you will be able to track them down that way. They are demons as well, and we try to be inconspicuous when we visit your world," he said. "But we can try nonetheless."

She nodded in understanding. They sat in silence for a few moments before she spoke up again. "Are you, um... Hm," she looked down at him curiously. "Do you get bored? I'm sorry you've been stuck doing nothing."

"Ah, that's kind of you to consider me. I will admit, I do get bored waiting for you to return," he answered thoughtfully.

"Do you like movies? TV? I can put on something for you. Music, too, if you'd like. I'm sure I'm not that entertaining," she offered, looking for the remote.

"You're very sweet," he replied, which made her side-eye the doll. "But I have to say, you're quite entertaining, really. I've heard you sing and listened to your little rants and thoughts. But I've also seen you draw and write, and quite honestly, I'm always enthralled to see what you do."

"You're... being too kind," she said suspiciously.

There was a knock at the door, and she looked down in a panic, "Don't say anything!"

"Honey, who are you talking to?" A woman called out.

"Ah, it was a video, on my phone, Mom," she answered.

"Alright. Dinner will be ready soon," the other woman replied, closing the door.

Waiting a few moments, she looked back to the doll. "I don't think my parents would understand, so let's try and stay quiet. Keep this between us."

"That may be wise," Diavolo replied softly.

She then laid down on her side and faced turned him to face her on his pillow.

"That reminds me, do you get hungry?" She asked curiously.

"Fortunately, it seems I don't," he answered.

"Okay. Well, I guess let me know if you need anything... And you're welcome to talk to me. I'll keep you company," she added, slightly smiling at him.

Sweet, indeed.

"I'd like that, thank you," Diavolo replied.

---

"So this is your favorite movie? Intriguing," Diavolo declared. She had them set up to sit on the recliner in front of her TV that evening after dinner, with the demon in his doll form sitting up against the middle console next to her arm.

"Yes, it's a whole universe, essentially, where these movies are interconnected because of the two paranormal investigators who were also married. They took calls from those who were experiencing paranormal phenomena to determine the true cause. Sometimes, there was a natural explanation, but on occasion, it was truly paranormal," she answered excitedly, reclining her seat back as the movie title showed.

She then turned and looked at the doll of the demon prince. "Are ghosts real?"

"They are," he replied.

"And do demons... possess people? Or objects?"

"They can."

Her eyes went wide as she turned to face forward again, now feeling uneasy about what used to be her favorite movie franchise, wondering if these things could truly happen now, knowing demons and ghosts exist.

After finishing three movies, and it was quite late, she yawned and switched off the TV.

"I'm afraid I'm a bit tired," she informed the doll.

"Ah, please, go to sleep. Don't stay awake on my accord. I usually sleep when you do anyway," he replied.

Scooping him up, she stood and walked them both to bed, sliding in and placing him on his pillow. Once she was situated, she rolled over to face him as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Are you okay like that? I can move you around," she inquired.

There was a chuckle to his voice again. "You really are considerate. I'm fine as is, unless you would feel more comfortable a different way. I understand if you are uneasy knowing I'm aware," he replied.

"No... Well," she started to say. She reached across and turned him on his side so she could see his face.

"No, it doesn't bother me. I just didn't want to bother you," she stated.

"You're no bother," Diavolo replied. She looked away and chewed on her lip. "Might I ask you a question?"

"You may."

"Earlier, you came in seemingly very upset. Would you like to talk about it? Or are you alright?" He inquired.

"Upset... Oh, that," she mumbled. "Um... I don't want to dump my trauma on you."

"It's not dumping. I'm genuinely asking you if you would like to maybe talk about what happened with someone who's willing to listen," he replied diplomatically.

"Well... I haven't always been treated well throughout my life. On occasion, when I'm reminded of the people who have mistreated me, I start to doubt my self-worth and my own talents or accomplishments. I wonder if I'm just a phony or delusional to think I can be anything more than an idiot," she explained.

Diavolo listened carefully to her choice of words. Clearly, she was trying to describe what was happening without sharing too many details.

"I believe you're a touch hard on yourself," the prince replied. "Though, I know what it's like to have a lot on your shoulders, I've heard you in class. You're very smart. I'm rather impressed with you, even with not knowing you long." He paused for a moment. "I am saddened to think someone as kind as you has been abused in such a manner."

"Yeah, well, unfortunately in this world, kindness is often a weakness viewed to be used for gain by others," she answered bitterly.

"I find your kindness to be an endearing and honest quality," he retorted softly. It made her look away again with doubt. "Though it's easier said than done, I should hope that, with time, you come to find these intrusive thoughts to be untrue and unworthy of your time and attention."

"Now you're being kind," she replied, looking back at his doll form.

"I hope you don't believe I'm being facetious," he added. "I'm being completely honest. I haven't been with you long, but I can see rather easily that you are far more than you believe about yourself."

"... Thank you," she finally replied.

"Of course."

That night, the human got ready for bed and slid in after a hot shower, taking her medicine and slipping into an oversized shirt. When she got dressed for the day or undressed after class or for the night, he tried not to look, knowing it was an invasion of privacy. Occasionally, he caught a glimpse of her in just her bra and sweats as she leaned over the bed and over him to reach her phone, and he was rather fond of her shapely figure, so full and curvy. He had come to appreciate her beauty in the short time they'd spent together. Sometimes, his mind wandered to less than appropriate thoughts, like what she felt like, sounded like, or looked like under the hands of pure pleasure.

But now, she clearly stayed out of his field of view as she changed clothes, aware that he could see her. She tried to stuff down the embarrassment she felt, wondering just how much he's seen of her.

As she settled in bed, covers thrown over her head, she took hold of him and pulled him in close, this time right next to her face and held in her small palm.

"Can I ask you questions, Diavolo?" She asked quietly.

That was the first time he had heard his name grace her lips, and he'd be damned to not hear it again. She said it so sweetly, it was like it carried new meaning when she said it.

"Yes, go on," he agreed.

"Where exactly do you come from?"

"There are three realms in our plane of existence. The human world, the Devildom, and Celestia are the three. I essentially live in a plane congruent to your world. In the Devildom are where the other demons live. Angels come from Celestia."

"And what do you do in the, um, Devildom?"

"Ah, well, I'm technically the prince and de facto king of my realm," he answered casually. Her brows shot up and she absorbed this information.

"Do I need to call you Your Highness or Majesty? I'm sorry if I was rude," she replied worriedly.

He chuckled then. "No, please don't. Usually, I'm referred to as Lord, but I ask you continue to just call me by my name," he stated.

"Okay. So, you rule the Devildom. Can you tell me about that? What is it like?"

"Hm, well, I suppose it can be like your human governments, like a monarchy. I make any and all final decisions when it comes to my domain, but there are others who help me, too. I have a butler and then seven brothers who were named Lords of Hell."

"Seven? Are you talking about the Seven Deadly Sins?" She asked curiously.

"Indeed. All seven of them live there and assist in a variety of ways with government proceedings and work for me. We also have a school that we all help run. I'm like a headmaster, I believe is the equivalent to your world. We make up the Student Council of the school," he informed her.

"How interesting. Schools and education are typically instituted as ways of creating a civilized society and creating more complex hierarchies to give people opportunities to learn broader skills for the betterment of the entire society," she rattled off.

"Precisely. I created the school as a way of diversifying my people," he affirmed.

"So demons aren't heathens that kill people?" She was chuckling then.

"Well, I never said that, did I?"

Her eyes widened, and she scooted back slightly, eyeing the doll.

"We try not to do that, but we are demons, and I won't lie to you. We still on occasion use those methods for handling things. But from what I understand, some humans do as well, right?" He added.

"I see... No, you're not wrong. Humans do, too. But that doesn't make it right," she answered. "Tell me what you like, Diavolo."

He sat there for a moment, mildly surprised by the request and sudden change in subject. Was she interested in him, truly?

"Well, I'm partial to sweet things, like candy, cake, and tea made by my butler. I enjoy cycling or jogging in the mornings. I am particularly fond of animals, any and all kinds," he responded.

"I like animals too, and I'm partial to sweets, except I'm not supposed to have very much," she mumbled sleepily.

He took in her sleepy expression, watching as her eyes started to slowly close.

I love being here, he thought fondly. As much as I miss home and I'm sure it's been chaos without me, I'm glad I'm at least in a place where I'm needed most.

"I know it's silly, but I'm glad you're here. Thank you for listening," she murmured sleepily, almost like she heard him. "Good night."

Good night, sweet girl.

"Of course. Now, rest well," he replied.

---

Diavolo stirred awake again as he felt the bed shifting constantly, feeling as though he was facing upright. It was completely dark in her room, and he tried to listen and look carefully in the vicinity he could see it. He started to hear her mumbling, soft whines, and what sounded to be her in distress.

"Are you alright?" He called to her but received no reply.

An obvious sob finally sounded out. He realized she must've still been asleep and was having a nightmare.

Poor girl. I wish I could help her.

He waited a while; he wasn't sure how long, when the movement stopped and he couldn't even hear her breathing or strained noises.

Finally, she rolled over, and seemingly in her sleep, she pulled him in closer, holding him tight and tucked under her chin. He could feel her erratic pulse, and he was rather surprised by the action. The demon also noticed her little hiccups and realized that she was crying as well. It tore at him, he realized, to have her be this upset and not be able to console her, even in her sleep.

Damn, I wish I could hold her instead of her holding me.

His mind wandered, as it did sometimes at this point, what that would be like. He wondered how soft she would feel in his arms, given how plush her body was. How her hair and skin might smell as he buried his face against her to breathe her in. He wanted to comb his hands through her hair, to feel its softness as well. He wanted to make her feel better, to be a source of comfort for her, maybe more intimately than he could at the moment. At least he was in a place where she could find solace in him, even if she was unconscious for it. He wanted to hold her against him while he hummed a soft tune, maybe a lullaby, to calm her down. He wanted to feel her chest rise and fall against his, slowing as she went back to sleep. Maybe he could watch her sleep, too, just in his arms, and that would be more than satisfactory to him.

It hit him, then, how he could feel this strongly about her. He was able to learn so much about her in such a short time; he felt like he's known her for a decade. From one evening of talking to her, he saw himself being around her longer. He started to think about if this curse lifts, is there a way he could keep her around, just stay a little longer with her, or until she sent him away.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed.

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HELLO!! YOUR BAIZHU WITH CHRONICALLY ILL READER IS THE BEST THING THAT'S EVERY HAPPENED!!! I've never seen a blog that does only platonic things, and as an aroace person, IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY! I wasn't too sure if you requests were open or not, but I was wondering if you could make either some headcanons or a fic where the reader (from that series) has a flare up or gets sick and Baizhu takes care of them? I'm unfortunately sick right now (just in time for when my final school assignments are due, slay 😍) but found family and hurt/comfort are literally the best thing ever, and, if put together, I'm pretty sure will cure me /j. If you requests aren't open, then please disregard this message!

Anyway, I gotta go sleep before the fever messes up my brain (if it hasn't already); so good bye, and thank you again!!

a slip of the tongue.

summary. how does baizhu care for his junior herbalist when they fall ill?

trigger & content warnings. flu-like sickness, lighthearted mentions of death.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort-ish. baizhu & reader. 1.1k words. they/them pronouns for reader. this post is an expansion of invisible disability? it's rather visible to me & contains vaguely implied spoilers for baizhu's story quest.

author's thoughts. hello lovely!!! thank youu <3 i am slowly collecting people that like this series like how i collect shiny rocks. its great to get a request related to it. i hold this series very dearly, so please (and this goes for everyone reading this!) never be shy to send thoughts about it or requests related to it. anyway, i love catering to aroace folk, you all are so special to me. im on the aro spectrum myself, so i get it. i know from experience that it can be super frustrating looking for fanfic content that's non-romantic. please remember to take care of yourself! i totally understand the feeling of needing to finish final assignments while being sick. me and you are in the exact same boat LMAO... my requests are always open btw! ive no intention of ever closing them. in the end, i went with our poor reader being sick rather than having flare ups, since i already briefly touched on that idea in employee benefits.

how does baizhu care for his junior herbalist when they're sick and out of commission?

baizhu is most often the first to know when they're sick or otherwise unwell. he's so impossibly attentive to their bodily condition, simply because their health is partially his responsibility. he's their teacher. what kind of mentor would neglect to take care of their apprentice? a bad one, that's what kind.

(he also feels somewhat indebted to them—even though they're chronically ill, they're always doing anything they can to help him recover after his "secret art" treatments. even though he's the doctor, they've helped care for him on more than one occasion. he has to return the favor whenever he can. just because he's older doesn't mean he gets to freely take advantage of their kindness.)

if he's not the first to know, he's the second, because the only instance where he wouldn't know first is if they woke up ill at home.

he'll always end up being the second to know, at the very least. someone will inform him of their condition, whether that be a parent or a sibling or another family member. sometimes a friend of theirs may tell him, such as xingqiu, chongyun, hu tao, or xiangling.

in hu tao's case... she may be distrustful of him, but she does tell him when they aren't well. [name] is a childhood friend of hers. she cares about their health and, surprisingly, doesn't want to put them in the ground just yet!

even though she dreads the path they've chosen to walk down... she still cares for them, very much so.

(junior herbalist!reader's lore drop is finally here?!?!?)

regardless of how baizhu finds out, they'll end up being cared for at the pharmacy.

though he could prescribe them medication and let them be taken care of at home...

he often wants to care for them himself.

gui has asked why in the past, and baizhu really has never had a good answer for him.

he's really not sure why he wants to be the one to monitor them. perhaps it's because it gives him a sense of calmness and reassures him that they're recovering well.

after all, if their condition were to rapidly decline for any reason... he could fix it.

(to some others, his concern might seem overprotective. unnecessary. however, something as simple as the flu has been known to take lives. he worries that, because of their chronic illness, they may be more susceptible to a severe case than others are.)

he has the means to save them if something like that were to happen, and undoubtedly, the life of his sweet and kind apprentice is one that deserves to be saved and protected.

perhaps it's also because it seems to put qiqi at ease; baizhu's noticed that she gets fidgety in [name]'s absence during work hours, but when they're ill and being cared for at the pharmacy, she functions very well and often even remembers to check on them herself.

sometimes when they have a fever, qiqi may sit by their side for minutes at a time and just press her little cold hands on their forehead to cool them off. she also ensures that they stay hydrated.

both baizhu and gui find this behavior very endearing. qiqi cares deeply for her big sibling (despite the fact that she's technically older...). her bond with them is something very special and sweet to bear witness to.

bubu pharmacy's work environment is familial and tightly knit by nature, so it isn't too hard to imagine that something would feel wrong if one of the four herbalists were gone for whatever reason. even those who don't work there are affected by the absence of one or more of the pharmacists.

overall, baizhu takes very good care of them when they fall ill.

he monitors them closely, hand-crafts their medicine depending on what they need, makes sure that their fluid intake is maintained...

he dotes on them tbh.

"Ugh..." they groaned, blearily blinking up at their mentor. Baizhu's hand against the feverish skin of their forehead was cold; they couldn't help but lean into the gentle touch. "Bàba?"

He didn't point it out. He hardly even acknowledged their words, as if he were somehow used to it. He only smiled, hand stroking tenderly over their disheveled hair, taming the defiant strands no doubt caused by restless sleep. "So sorry to wake you, dear."

Even Changsheng was quiet—she only hummed thoughtfully from her place around Baizhu's neck. Normally, she'd find something to tease them about (usually because they started it!), but now... she seemed to know that it just wasn't right to tease them in their hazy state of mind.

Gui was quiet, too. He was surprised. He had never heard them address their mentor such an... informal way, let alone with familial terms. He did once briefly think that the dynamic they had with Baizhu was awfully family-like, but...

It was still unexpected.

"Come, now. It's time to take your medicine again, and then you can go back to sleep, okay?"

Gui watched, still silent, as they hummed in absentminded acknowledgement, rubbing their eyes ever so slightly. It didn't seem to help them come to at all; their gaze was still distant and unfocused and they didn't even realize how they addressed the doctor. If they did... they'd probably apologize, embarrassed, but they showed no such emotion. Baizhu gently guided them into a sitting position, rubbing small circles on their back.

Gui handed the cup filled about halfway with herbal medication off to the doctor. Baizhu gingerly guided it to their lips, knowing very well that the guidance was needed; they looked half-asleep sitting up. Archons know they were in no condition to successfully do it themselves. They took the medicine without so much as a whine about its bitterness—they only grimaced slightly after swallowing. Gui supposed that they never really were one to complain about it, even when fully coherent. 'I think it would set a bad example for others if I complained,' they once told him. 'Plus, it's not like Dr. Baizhu gets some kind of sadistic pleasure from giving medication to me, so there's no reason to complain. It's herbal. There's nothing to be done about the taste... I know he doesn't like taking it either. Hehe. It's kind of funny, actually, like we're hiding some kind of company secret. Herbalists who don't like the taste of herbal medicine.'

It was only after he left the room with the doctor that he pointed it out:

"They called you bàba."

"Hm?" Baizhu hummed, turning to Gui. "Oh. Yes... [Name] has done it quite a few times, actually, whether that be because of fever delirium or a slip of the tongue. I don't mind it. It only means that they feel safe enough to be vulnerable here. Qiqi has done it a few times, as well. Those two are only children, so... it is to be expected."

Gui then smiled, nodding. "It's cute."

Baizhu couldn't help but agree, his lips tilting upwards into a little smile himself. "It is."

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

[jbuffyangel]

Hi this may be an odd question but reading your blog (and other Olicity blogs) it strikes me that while you provide insightful in depth analysis of the show at large you proudly admit that Oliver and Felicity’s relationship is paramount to your overall enjoyment and investment in the show. I personally possess a lot of internal shame stemming from my primary focus on the ship and will feel the need to justify my interest in the other aspects of the show (which I do love but I also love Olicity). I struggle with this with not just Arrow but any tv show where the romantic relationship isn’t intended to be the main premise of a show. I know I am allowing myself to be impacted by the views of comic book (and mostly male) fans and I can acknowledge that many of their views on Olicity fans and the show at large when it comes to the ship are at least somewhat if not primarily misogynistic. Despite knowing it comes from a sexist place which loves to shame women for enjoying romance and reduce our enjoyment to a surface level guilty pleasure unaware of the ways a romantic relationship can add major depth and development to a story as is the case with Arrow (although even if it didn’t add that it would still be valid to like the romance aspects), I still internalize those sexist sentiments and feel ashamed and like I cannot fully enjoy those things are I have to add caveats of my enjoyment. I was just wondering if you ever struggled with this or if you have always felt confident in proudly proclaiming your interest and investment in ships or if it was something that evolved over time. I’m sorry if this is a weird question I just witnessed your confidence in the validity of your passion and I wish I could have that conviction and not feel the shame that misogynistic society has given me in regards to shipping and enjoying romance. It’s definitely much harder in a fandom like Arrow where antis will openly voice their disdain for shippers and make extremely disparaging remarks and assumptions about Olicity shippers but I have felt this way in other fandoms too even when non shippers aren’t this aggressive or sexist.

Hello Nonnie!!!! I am so happy you reached out :) Apologies for the delay. I haven't checked my inbox for about a week. You write so beautifully!

To be honest, I've always marched to the beat of my own drum. I was a sick kid and had difficulty making friends because of it. I was teased in school a lot because of my health issues. Elementary school was not fun. I liked my mom and I liked being home. (These things really haven't changed). The Lord blessed me with a great imagination and a love for stories. I would just play by myself because the world I invented was so much cooler than reality.

It did give me a very strong independent streak, which my parents encouraged. The world had been very cruel to them as well. I was highly encouraged to stand up for myself, tell people where to stick it, and not care what other people think.

I was much healthier in high school and made a bunch of friends. But even my friends, who I know love me to this day, thought it was weird how obsessed I was with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. My family thought I joined a cult lol. I just like what I like. It never mattered to me if anyone else liked it.

I find it absolutely insane that anyone looks down on love stories. Love stories have been around for as long as there's been human beings on this planet. Every culture has love stories. Why? Love is central to being human. Love is what MAKES us human. We are here on this planet to be loved and to love in return. It's the whole damn point. And I'm not speaking just about romance. We build our lives around all kinds of different relationships. It is not exclusive to romantic love.

But let's address romantic stories, since that seems to be the genre asshats have a problem with. The question is why? Probably because it's popular with women and God forbid we'd be supportive of women and things they like. The horror. I think you absolutely nailed it here:

Despite knowing it comes from a sexist place which loves to shame women for enjoying romance and reduce our enjoyment to a surface level guilty pleasure...

But sometimes I think there are more personal reasons people have such vile reactions to it. Maybe they don't have romantic love in their own life. Maybe they've been hurt by partners. Maybe they've been rejected and are lonely. Maybe romance stories are a painful reminder of what they don't have. I'm not sure. What I do know is that hurt people hurt people. So, more often than not, what I feel is not shame, but pity.

We're clearly on the right track since every television show, movie, book and comic book has some romantic element to it. Romance sells. So, feel confident because you are in the majority.

I don't give the comic book crowd too much thought. My attitude when it came to Arrow was there's plenty of room for everyone to love what they love, hate what they hate, and go about their merry way. Don't like my blog? Cool. There's the door. Plenty of fish in the sea friends. Seek out other bloggers. Start your own blog! The internet is a vast place. Go with God.

But there is an element of ownership within that community that makes them think they can dictate who can watch a show/movie, what we can like or dislike, who can portray the characters on screen, what stories should be told and how they should be told. It's not just romance. Comic book fans are LOUD about basically everything.

To a certain extent, I get it. You love a character and their stories for a long time. It's very exciting when those stories which only existed on paper are going to be brought to life onscreen. Comic books are a refuge for many people, no different than books or movies. So, it can be very upsetting when you don't feel the tv show or movie has met your expectations. I've been bummed out on more than one occasion with books being made into a movie or television show. We've all been there.

But that doesn't mean they get to be the bouncers at the door. They don't get to gatekeep. They don't get to be racists assholes when an actor or actress doesn't look exactly like the character on the page. They are entitled to their opinion, and their opinion only, but it does not give them a free pass to be hateful towards others who may disagree.

I don't want to single out comic book fans out - this is a general internet problem. People just become assholes behind a keyboard. They say things they would never have the guts to say in person. And clearly this is not ALL comic book fans. I have met many wonderful comic book fans who are welcoming and kind. They love Olicity just as much as I do. Even if they didn't, they respect differing opinions. They are just good human beings overall.

In the beginning of my blog, I debated with antis a lot because I thought we were all just having fun. But when the death threats started because I like Olicity and believed Arrow was going to kill off Laurel Lance, then I reached a point where maybe I was dealing with people who were a few paper plates short of a picnic, if ya know what I'm mean. It's a TELEVISION SHOW. These characters are NOT REAL. But there's no reasoning with crazy.

Do you know who are huge comic book fans? Greg Berlanti and Marc Guggenheim. We're talking HARD CORE. And who created Olicity? Greg and Marc. Don't even get me started on the hate they receive.

I know there were entire Reddit threads devoted to trashing me and my blog. Did I read it? No. Did I engage with those people? No. When Stephen Amell's Facebook became a cesspool of terrible antis going after Olicity fans - I left. Did I read the messages in my inbox that were nasty? Nope. DELETED. Did I read the Lauriver tag on tumblr? Nope. We were North and South. The Red Sox and the Yankees. We were never going to agree, so you stay on your side and I'll stay on mine. And when some in the Olicity fandom turned on me because I was still enjoying the show in later seasons, I unfollowed and blocked if necessary. It really boils down to this - can you disagree with someone and remain a polite and kind person? Many folks do not have this skill.

The key to mental health on the internet is control your environment. Do not engage with people who are mean. It's really that simple. Because no matter how "strong" you are mentally, over time, nasty and demeaning comments have a way of sinking in and taking root inside your mind. It's completely understandable that your feelings get hurt because that's the intention! They are trying to hurt you. They are trying to shame you. So don't give them the opportunity.

Does that mean there will be some websites, blogs, social media sites that you don't go to anymore? Yes. Does that mean there will be some fans you don't engage with? Yes. But you know what? The internet is a vast place and there are plenty of people out there who share your opinions. Who love what you love and want nothing more than to chat with you about it until 4 am in the morning. Those are your people. That's your community.

And just for the record, romance loving shippers can be terrible too. I've seen awful behavior from our side of the fence so we're certainly not exempt from the behavior we receive from antis. And loving romance is no guarantee people will be nice either. My shipper flag was forged in the fiery pits of shipper hell - The Vampire Diaries fandom. Nasty doesn't even come close to what I experienced in the great Stelena vs. Delena wars. Arrow is child's play in comparison.

Here's the thing. Arrow is about one man's evolution to a superhero. He could not become that superhero without the love of one woman. LOVE is central to Oliver Queen's development and if you don't understand that part of the story then you really don't understand Arrow.

I think you'll find when it comes to Arrow that it's not romance antis have a problem with. It's who Oliver's romantic partner is. If it was Laurel Lance they would've been happier than clams. But Arrow deviated from "comic book canon" and developed an organic character with an actress Stephen Amell actually had chemistry with. And they CANNOT get over it. But thems the breaks.

I think my perspective on humanity has not really evolved past age six in kindergarten. If you make fun of me or are cruel then you're not a nice person and I will have nothing to do with you going forward. I've approached life like this and overall I have come out the other side a healthier person because of it. The beauty of the internet is there's always another playground to find friends.

I've always been a shipper since I was a little kid. I could never understand why Bobby & Pam couldn't work it out on Dallas. Loved every single husband Erica Kane had on All My Children. (My mother let me watch some wildly inappropriate tv as a kid). I was really torn between Prince Lotor and Keith for Princess Allura on Voltron. I really didn't understand why He-Man and She-Ra couldn't date. I was obsessed with Jerrica and Rio on Jem. And on and on it goes.

In the immortal words of our Queen, Taylor Swift, "The worst kind of person is someone who makes someone feel bad, dumb or stupid for being excited about something.” She's bang on. Always trust in TSwizzle. I'm a 42 year old woman with a full life who wears her shipper flag proudly. Love what you love my friend. Screw the haters.

And feel free to message me whenever you want to talk shipping. This is a shipper safe zone and always will be. You have absolutely NOTHING to be ashamed of.

[pseudowho]

hello!! I wanna start by saying I adore your blog and all your lovely works. You have a wonderful way of writing that’s addictive to read. Seriously, you’re beyond talented.

BUT on with the question, how did you begin writing? And how have you managed to build your blog the way you have? These questions are vague, but I’m not sure how else to word them 🥲

much love!

-paige:)

Thank you so incredibly much! It's quickly become my favourite hobby, and I love how you're letting me subject you all to it with open legs arms.

I dabbled in writing in my late teens, but very briefly and never really returned to it. I then started writing properly in October 2023 (on here, my first Nanami fics). I had a few fic ideas buzzing round in my head, I suppose because I wanted to read them and hadn't seen them.

I didn't expect an audience in all honesty.

R.e. building my blog, it's very simple. I use the bare basics Tumblr mechanics, no fancy coding or anything. Just a few pictures. I do make banners using PicsArt, if the mood strikes me.

I'm very organised, so my Masterlists are updated as I upload, so visitors to my blog can see from a quick glance if I've updated lately.

Other than that, I hope people will forgive me boring looking blog, if I keep pouring out fics for them to read 🤡

I don't do anything special with the blog, basically. I do everything on my phone, so I'm somewhat limited!

Much, much love 😚

(me pulling another fic out of my cleavage for you)

-- Haitch xxx

[rantaroamamifuturegf]

Welcome!!

Hello to my blog! You can call me rantaro's future gf ofc well Manji since I ain't gonna put my real name ofc lol, My Blog is open to only Danganronpa since I've noticed that the fandom has been dying somewhat and I just got back into so why not write yk. Thanks for stopping by here are regulars:

Request: Open

On a Mental health break, I’m unsure how long it will be but once I’m better I’ll return. You can continue request if you would like.

Masterlist - DR1, DR2, DRV3 + Extra Characters

About me - Here!

Rules - Here!

Characters I write for - Here!

!!Please read rules before requesting anything!!

[cyber-sleuth-paldea]

A Video is Embedded. Watch it?

[The entire thing is shot in first person, as if we're looking through the eyes of someone else. Mari's, probably?

The person filming is climbing up a staircase made of some kind of white metal (?) edged with gold. There's background noise overlaid, white and black shifting in strange patterns. Other footsteps can be heard - there's at least three other people here, possibly a fourth?

Another step and suddenly everything

warps.

The camera (Mari) is left floating in a psychedelic void of black and, to some degree, white. A sharp intake of breath as the view comes to rest of a figure floating serenely in the chaos.

It... looks like Mari. What the people on the blog know of Mari, anyway - a singular braid over her shoulder, bangs swooping away to the other side. A penchant for yellow and black clothes - the one floating here is wearing a Raglan shirt, black sleeves and neon yellow, with a black mini skirt and thigh-high neon yellow socks. Black loafers with yellow soles. Dark grey-and-blue goggles nestled on top of her head - a Digivice. One black glove on the girl's hand. The harsh golden eyes set in the girl's face are... crying. It doesn't seem like she can stop.

"Hello."

A voice from outside the view of the camera - Ryuji Sakamoto, for those familiar with him, though he sounds a lot younger than usual. "Um. Hi?"

The same voice as the Shadow - and it has to be Mari's Shadow - answers a beat after. "Hi."

"We knew this was coming," the Shadow muses, tilting her head to the side.

The camera bobs up and down - a nod. "Yeah. So... So. I assume you've. Uh. You got some things you want to say?"

There's a small noise of realization from off-screen.

What the Shadow does in response can't be called a smile, exactly, but she nods back. "I do. Are you ready to listen?"

"I - no, not really. But I can try."

"Better than nothing, I suppose," the Shadow shrugs. Then claps her hands with another not-quite-smile. "So! How are you doing with that whole trying-to-replace-your-friends thing you've got going on in Paldea?"

The camera jolts, like Mari just flinched. "... Not... Not replacing. Exactly. I - I wondered if I was. But - they're like my friends, Arven and Penny and Nemona. Is it... It's not wrong, that I get along with similar types of people again, is it?"

The Shadow chuckles. "Practice talking to the mirror paying off, I see." It's not a denial.

"Wait," comes someone else's voice. Goro Akechi. "Mari - did you know this would happen if you came?"

The camera briefly swings to - yep, that is Goro Akechi. In his detective prince outfit, though it's got the colour scheme of Black Mask and a significantly shorter nose on the "Crow" mask. Huh!

Then Mari looks back to her Shadow again. "I... Had a feeling, yes."

Her mirror image curtsies. "A true one, as you can see!"

"Oh, hi second Mari," comes another voice. She - whoever it is - sounds very surprised, and somewhat off-balance. "When did you show up?"

The Shadow waves at the speaker. "Hi, Nokia! I've been here the whole time." Then she turns her focus back to the camera - Mari. "And I suppose Arven isn't quite like Yuuko. We'd never have a crush on him, after all!"

The camera takes an abrupt nose-dive into a pair of hands - gloveless - as Mari lets out a mortified squeak.

The Shadow laughs.

Someone else's voice - quieter, calmer than 'Nokia'. "I bet your version of me would like to see if it would work out, when you return home."

A flinch goes through the camera again, and everything blurs. Tears.

The laughter stopped as abruptly as it came, too. The Shadow sounds... Somewhat helplessly angry, now. "Mh, I wouldn't count on it. And it's not like we can go home, either way."

Nokia's voice, again, now puzzled. "How come? Aren't the folks in the Pokemon world working to get all the displaced people home?"

A shuddering breath in. "There's probably already a 'me' there," Mari mutters.

"Not that it matters, since nobody remembers anything!" The Shadow adds, more manic than cheerful. "It's a good thing, of course, but damn if it doesn't make it impossible for us to go back."

"Um," Ryuji's voice (young young young) comes, horrified sympathy colouring his tone. "Do you want a hug?"

"I-" the Shadow falters mid-sentence. "... Save it for the one next to you."

The camera begins to focus again, Mari wiping her tears. It's a bit bizarre to witness from a first person perspective. "Are you going to keep rehashing our old insecurities or can you get over here already? We both know you're me, that reaction just proves it."

The Shadow blinks, thrown. More tears roll down her face. She chuckles weakly. "I still had material, you know?"

There's a glimpse of Mari's arms as she opens them. "Shut up and hug yourself."

The Shadow laughs weakly and throws herself into Mari's arms. There's the sound of Mari returning the hug, and the Shadow dissolves into blue light.

The camera focuses again on Mari's hands. "Hi there, Persona." The view tilts alarmingly, and then the video ends.]

[edgessunflower]

(hello hello hehe it’s sulfurz i just forgot i can’t send asks as a side blog eek)

hi my lovely🥹 when you’ve got the time may i request a becky lynch x fem!reader fic? in which becky and the reader have been in a feud for a while but either during a match or a sparring session when the reader pins becky she kisses her? like a mix of angsty fluffy somewhat sexual tension-y stuff🥹 everything is up to you hehehe

Ofc!

Fiery surprise

Pairing: Becky Lynch x Fem reader

Description: While in a feud with Becky, things change and take a turn when the two of you spar in the gym alone

You felt all the emotions that had built up just pour out of you as you spar against Becky in the gym, the two of you were training for your upcoming feud match and decided to wait a bit later to meet up at the gym and train. You and becky had known each other for years since joining WWE, you became great friends and still were despite the ongoing feud between the two of you but neither of you let interfere with your lives outside of the ring, but you felt pent up frustration and confusion between the two of you in these last four months but you realized part of it was jealousy of Seth Rollins while the rest was because of your hidden feelings for her that you were afraid she didn't return that had slowly eaten away at you which becky and your friends began to notice but no one knew nor could help you handle and deal with all your emotions of everything that was happening, you didn't realize how you were angrily sparring even hitting becky in her neck "Woah hey what the hell?!" you felt yourself losing control as you kept sparring until you and becky were grabbing at each other and a ball around the floor. You didn't know who was fighting harder or why things lead to you on the ground with becky's hands around your neck but you weren't going to let her have the upper hand as you wrap your legs around her waist and flip her over now having your hands holding her wrists and holding her arms down as tears flowed down your face and the energy seep out of you as everything around you goes quiet and the two of you were just on the floor as you both catched your breath slowly leaning closer to her face as she stares dazed at you until the next thing you knew was you were kissing nonstop in a heated and messy way until you were both naked and moaning on the floor, you feel starstruck as you catch your breath and slowly come down from the hours long high, seeing becky laying on you with the same look as she kisses your neck "If i had known this, i would have made sure we wouldn't have done this on the floor in the gym". You both burst out laughing as you get dressed and head back to her home to clean up, you shower together and eat lunch on her patio while sitting in her lap "I've liked you for just as long" you look at her as she tells you that she had fallen for you a year after you joined WWE and became friends, gently smacking her shoulder as she makes a risque joke while winking before it leads to more kisses and stumbled walking hand in hand to her bedroom, over the next two months the two of you take things slow and by the time five months comes around the two of you are officially together and all your friends show their overwhelming support leading to three wonderful years together before you got married on a beach in Maui, Hawaii.

[deathbxnny]

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Hello everyone!

It is I, your dear author having returned from the depths of depression and hell for another more positive update this time.

Life is doing somewhat better, so I've decided to slowly return to the blog after weeks of hesitating. I'm sorry that I was gone for so long and hope everyone can forgive me.

But in order for me to comfortably come back and start over, I've decided that I need to restart the blog a little and will therefore delete all old requests. I hope you can understand and am sorry for potentially disappointing some of you.

With that said, I will be reopening requests soon once I finish my changes to the blog, including some new rules I've tought of during my quest in finding out ways around my burn out issues. (I will ofcourse make a post, when the requests reopen!)

I really missed all of you and hope you're doing okay! I'd love to hear from everyone again and thank you all for your patience. <33

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[corrie-zodori]

(Hello! Great to see you on a platform I am (somewhat) active on! (and feel comfortable leaving a comment on)

I have been seeing your artwork since...almost 10 years ago, I think! I must have first come across your works of the amazing species you have created: The Zorgoia! It is absolutely wonderful seeing this creation of yours flourishes and expands throughout the years. Even now, I still see many of your 'Goias around, popular and loved! You have definitely left an irreplaceable mark in the community, and it is something you can absolutely be proud of.

Recently, I came across your works again (and your blog here!), and I am absolutely intrigued by that latest story/project of yours: Spark of the Eye! I immediately fell in love with your boys Izzari, Kelvin, and (more recently) Nymir! Seeing your works of them (and of SOTE in general) always makes me smile. I am happy to know you too enjoy drawing these characters of yours, as well as designing the world-building for the Ikartan society and beyond.

(Really, the detail you have given to the Ikarta is amazing. From the nomenclature, their home planet, the ringworld, their space-travelling structures...I am beyond astonished!)

I look forward to seeing how the story goes, and your other artworks too! (Take your time and do what you feel comfortable, of course!)

For one: I really hope dear Izzi could return home one day, I really do. For now, if I ever meet him by chance, I will be sure to treat him a cheeseburger or two!)

[No need to reply to this "ask"! I just have been wanting to say this! I hope this message finds you well. Take care!]

Omg!! I really wish my notifications weren't broken, I almost missed this ;; This is so sweet of you!! Gosh thats a LONG time, holy moly I'm seriously honored you've stuck around that long! ^^ I'm so glad ya like my lads too!! :D I've been calling them the existential trio lol... Or the disaster trio. They've solidified themselves as permanent blorbos in my head. Just absolutely microwaving them in my mind as we speak. I have a lot to figure out first as far as the plot goes but I can't wait to share the story with y'all and get the ideas OUT of my head LOL; I'm sure Izzi would be delighted by a cheeseburger treat with a pal!

Here... it's dangerous to go alone! Take this!!

[heal-the-ashes]

Welcome to my blog! Hello! Oh, and I guess this is important: My blog will cover spoilers for all the media I talk about. I am a writer, literary editor, musician, beginner artist, beginner coder, and I somewhat consider myself to be a baker. I'm also learning French and other languages. I like puzzles and mysteries and murder mysteries. I am autistic. I like sharing quotes I make. And talking about games/characters I like, especially character analyses and the psychology behind actions and all of that. I like science and like to do extensive research on things. I am also deeply emotional though it may take me a while to show it. Evocativeness is easily achieved with me when talking about special interests. (Especially PL at the moment.) I will post various types of media [art and text] but I do not think I will post videos. The franchises I like and the specifics are below.

The Professor Layton Series: I have played all mainline games. I have not played the crossover. I have read a few books and the LBMR manga. Eternal Diva is my favorite movie. I do not dislike any character except Bronev and Bill Hawks. Most of my posts will likely be related to this series. And I will most likely get excited with ideas, for I truly do love this series and it has changed how I view the world and I am deeply thankful for that. I will be sharing thoughts about headcanons as well as canon. The Fire Emblem Series: I have played every game that has released after Awakening, and have watched Path of Radiance. I will admit I'm not caught up with FEH because I'm not interested at the moment. However, my favorite characters are the MCs of the games, and Alear is probably my most favorite one. The Kirby Series: Played every mainline game after the release of Return to Dreamland. Air Ride too. I quit Amazing Mirror and Mass Attack halfway through. Magolor is my favorite character. The Zelda Series: Played most mainline games except for the really old ones. Spirit Tracks and Phantom Hourglass I have not played either. Wind Waker I sort of played but not really. Favorite game is Breath of the Wild and I do not really like Tears of the Kingdom. Favorite character (I'm basic) is Link. Favorite mangas are Four Swords and Twilight Princess, though I only have the Four Sword one. Can't find the TP ones. The Cookie Run Series: I am a Cookie Run Kingdom and Ovenbreak player. I have played up to the Silver Kingdom and now I do not play the story anymore. Favorites are Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie, and yes, I ship them. The Sherlock Holmes (BBC) Series: Watched up until Season 3 and I will not watch Season 4. The Hounds of Baskerville and A Scandal in Belgravia episodes are the ones I remember most. Honestly, probably won't talk about this much, but it's something I've sort of recently been interested in. Undertale and AUs: Glitchtale and Underverse are the AUs I follow(ed?) most. I have played Undertale once and did not go back for other endings. Favorite characters are Chara and Gaster. Genshin: I have played up until Fontaine. Some of my favorite characters are Albedo and Furina. I am also into Pokemon, Mario, kind-of-sort-of getting into Persona. I also read (one of my favorite books is Howl's Moving Castle. Also watched the movie but that was at least 10 years ago.) I will also talk about other games/franchises and other things as well. Feel free to interact. And feel free to ask me for writing tips and grammar corrections. I do like doing that. Tags are the series/franchises I will most likely talk about most. In no particular order except PL is the first one.

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[angrelysimpping]

Anything: Collab'oween Day 22

GN!Reader x M!OC Jericho x M!OC Isaiah

I've literally only mentioned these guys once on this blog and but they've been stuck in my brain for ages now. so, uh, enjoy?

Warnings: noncon; multiple partners; fucked up relationship dynamics; nonconsentual scissor/knife play; somewhat implied serial killer; thoughts of gore and cannibalism; slight voyeurism; slapping

Words: 2045

Mist clings to the wet pavement, blue tinged street lights reflected off the dark street. The persistent drizzle is annoying but it’s easy to ignore as you are led through the night. Stumbling a bit, the hand on your arm tightens, low chuckle sending a shiver down your spine. Something about him made you skin prickle, and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not even if you did keep following him.

The bar had been crowded, fog creeping up the windows and lighting dimmer than you’d really like, straining your eyes. You’d been about to call it a night when a man had offered to buy you a drink. He’d looked odd in the poor lighting, more so than he should, because it had to be the lighting that was making him look like that. The strange golden hair that had to be some kind of dye, the jagged streak of pitch black definitely was. The red eyes, the whites of one of them faintly yellow, were probably just some weird contacts. And the sharp teeth? You’d seen body mods like that before. You’re pretty sure the lady in the corner had something similar, had flashed you a pointed toothed grin earlier in the night. The spiked ear piercings and notched eyebrow were almost obligatory. That was the kinda crowd this place attracted, and you suppose you were part of that crowd. 

So you didn’t hesitate to accept his drink. When he’d told you his name was Jericho, you’d given your name in return. When he offered to take you back to his place, you followed him out into the rainy night. Perhaps you’d agreed a little too easily, a little too eagerly. But, this had been your plan at the start of the night anyway, to have an attractive stranger take you home and fuck you senseless. 

Now here you were, stumbling through the door to a tiny little run down place that you would have never expected was someone’s home. Led right into what looks like a makeshift living room. A small sofa that you’d bet had been left on the side of the road, a shabby coffee table with a pair of scissors resting on a pile of haphazardly stacked papers. All lit by a bare lightbulb. Cramped, yet, clean. Better than some places you'd crashed in. 

That’s when something shifts, changes. A slight tinge of something being off in the air, settling on your skin. The butterflies in your stomach are no longer just about hooking up with a cute guy, but about the way his grip tightened on you, the sharpness in his smile. The almost imperceivable way he moves, nudging you further into the room and away from the door.

Oh, and his apparent boyfriend? 

“Jericho!” The voice was soft, excited, enthralled. He’s shorter than Jericho, a shock of murky purple hair made brighter by his unnaturally pale skin. Wide, somewhat manic, gray eyes zero in on the man next to you like he was the only thing that existed. He doesn’t even notice you, barreling into Jericho, pressing his face into the other’s chest. 

“Hello, Isa.” Jericho sounds exasperated, but there’s a small smile on his face and a fondness in his voice that you can’t miss. 

It feels like you’re intruding, somehow, but trying to back away only makes the grip on you tighter. Painful, even. It’s pure reflex, the small sound of pain that leaves you as Jericho’s grip starts to bruise.

And that’s when you’re finally noticed.

There’s an almost physical shift in the room as the smaller man - Isa? Odd name. Maybe a nickname? - notices you, eyes locking onto yours before sliding down to where Jericho’s hand touches you. The warmth in his gaze fades, eyes going blank and smile dropping as he regards you. You think he tries to press closer into Jericho’s chest, only to be pushed away. 

“Isaiah.” The fondness has left Jericho’s voice, tone harsh, reprimanding. Isaiah steps back at his name, a sort of command that you can’t fully understand as Jericho begins to drag you further into the room. 

A tightness starts to swell in your chest, throat constricting as the strangeness of the situation grates on you. Again you try to break the hold he has on you, only to find yourself forcibly yanked along. 

“W-wait-” your words fall on deaf ears as you’re flung onto the sofa. 

“Fuckin’ finally,” Jericho mutters as he straddles you, strong hands going to yank down your pants without ceremony. “Been dying for a new plaything.”

You remember his words at the bar, how he seemed so pleasant, nice, then. Honeyed words and soft promises. All lies, it seemed. 

Tears prick at the corners of your vision as you try to push him off, but he’s stronger than you’d originally thought. Still, you refuse to make this easy for him, squirming under him as he tries to remove your underwear. 

He sighs, reaching for the scissors on the table and you freeze as you feel metal against your thigh. 

Your eyes flick to Isaiah, not sure if you’re looking for help, but whatever you’re hoping for isn’t there. He stares down at you over Jericho’s shoulder, expression stone. As if you’ve done something wrong. 

“I don’t mind you wanna do it this way, but I really don’t feel like making a mess tonight.” 

Your mind empties at the words, cold blades running up the inside of your thigh and pressing momentarily against your groin. He laughs as your breathing falters for a moment before sliding the tip of the scissors along the outline of your sex. He smiles then, the same lazy, sharp-toothed smile he’d worn at the bar that had made your heart flutter. Not now, though. Now that same grin makes you go cold as you realize how easy this all is for him. 

Like he’s done this countless times before. 

Metal hooks into the soft fabric of your underwear, the snip of the blades clinking together ringing in your ears. 

“Are you gonna be good for me?” 

Your eyes meet his. This close, you can tell their strange color, the slitted pupils, aren’t lent to him from special contacts like you’d assumed. They were his, a part of him. 

Were….were the other things him too? The hair? The teeth? Actually his? Not dye or body mods, but him? What was he, then?

Metal kisses your neck, and maybe you’re imagining the scent of rust but you can’t stop your thoughts from running wild. Rust from poorly cared for scissors? They wouldn’t have cut so easily, sounded so smooth. But from blood? Metal stained with blood so often the scent still clung to the gleaming surface? 

“Would hate to have to make a mess after Isa spent so long cleaning up the last one.”

The last ounce of fight leaves you with those words, at the confirmation of your wild thoughts. “Please,” your voice sounds weak even to your own ears, “I’ll…I’ll do anything.”

He laughs above you, sound making a cold sweat break out all over your body.

“Oh, I know you will.”

Something hot and hard presses against your hole, and you know it’s his cock even if you’d missed the part where he’d pulled it out. You try to relax, try to make everything as painless as possible, but it still burns as he starts to force himself into you dry. In an attempt at self preservation, you try to let your mind drift as he keeps going, bottoming out with a low groan. 

Isaiah stands frozen to the side, hand twitching towards his pocket. It’d be easy, he knows it would. The knife is like an extension of himself, something he can’t live without. It’d be so, so, easy to gut you where you lay on the couch, with Jericho’s perfect cock still buried deep inside you. It’d be sublime, he thinks. He could be inside you at the same time as his savior, could reach in up to his elbow and fish out a kidney, hold it up to Jericho’s scarred lips and beg him to eat the offering out of his bloodied hand.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t dare look away from where Jericho’s fat cock bullies your hole open on their shared sofa. He hates it, hates that Jericho is looking at you, touching you, fucking you. But still, his dick swells, presses uncomfortably against his trousers. 

He can’t help it. He’s never seen Jericho like this, never from this angle. He’s always been the one trapped under Jericho’s body, strong arms bracketing his head and fat cock splitting him open. This is…different. And good. So very good as Jericho pauses to strip his shirt off, back muscles flexing, a thin gleam of sweat reflecting in the dim light of their hideout. 

Isaiah drifts closer, ignoring a pained whine from you, a half hearted plea for some kind of mercy that neither man feels inclined to grant you. He’s never seen Jericho’s back, the sharp shoulder blades, the smooth skin. The dusting of freckles that grace his face spreads over his shoulders,  back, and down to his waist. On impulse, Isaiah leans in, pressing his nose into the junction between Jericho’s neck and shoulders, inhaling deep before giving a long lick trailing up to the other’s temple.

The hand that twists into Isaiah’s hair is expected, welcomed. It yanks him down, pleasant burn along his scalp as the roots are pulled, and his mouth forced to Jericho’s in a messy kiss. It’s more teeth than anything, exactly how Jericho’s kisses always are. Exactly how Isaiah needs to be kissed.

Even somewhat preoccupied with Isaiah, Jericho’s brutal fucking continues. It’s only as he yanks Isaiah back by the hair, breaking the kiss, that his thrusts slow. 

He looks at Isaiah with half lidded eyes. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you puppy?”

Isaiah’s eyes go wide, panic lighting up in a blazing fire within them. “Anything,” he echoes, nodding frantically. “I’ll do anything.” 

“Promise to play nice?” There’s a lighter note to his tone, a teasing that Isaiah, if he even notices, disregards. 

“Promise,” Isaiah swears with a solemnness that makes your skin crawl. 

Jericho keeps grinding his hips against yours, a dull pain that’s almost a blessing compared to the savagery of before. You try to collect yourself as much as you can as Jericho manhandles Isaiah until the smaller of the two is straddling your chest. 

Plucking up all your courage, you catch Isaiah’s eyes. Maybe, if you could get one of them to like you, things might get better.

You try to give him a soft smile, though you’re not sure how successful you are. “I-Isa, right?” 

Even as you stumble over his nickname, you know you’ve made a mistake as his eyes harden.The smack echoes in the small room, head wrenched to the side from the force of the slap and skin immediately smarting. Tears blur your vision as a pale hand grabs your jaw, nails digging into your skin as you’re forced to face Isaiah again.

“Don’t call me that,” he hisses, Jericho snickering behind him, and you nod weakly. The moment you agree, his hand darts away, as if touching you had burned him.

Jericho’s hands snake under the waistband of Isaiah’s pants, and it’s not long before you are presented with a freakishly pale cock. He guides it towards your mouth, precum smearing against your lips as Isaiah sighs, head tilted back to rest on Jericho’s shoulder. 

Those strange red eyes meet yours, a feral light in them that wasn’t present before as he handles Isaiah’s cock. “Suck.” It’s a command, one you don’t hesitate to follow. Lips wrapping around the oddly cool shaft, tongue swirling around the tip, you’re not given long before Isaiah starts fucking into your mouth. Tears run freely down your face now as Jericho resumes his own thrust. You’d promised to do anything, anything, if it allowed you to leave this place alive. So you’d do this, try to ignore the man ponding into you between your thighs and the one fucking your throat. As best you could, anyway. You just had to survive the night, after all.

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

And fuck Chris Evans//

Period!! his career is over.

Hello anon,

Time will tell if he can recover, and it does still make me somewhat sad

Considering how his fans are treated by his PR team as a disposable source of blame when he makes a misstep and are a useful tool to help cover them up, after the stepping away of some of the biggest fan accounts who have since left the fandom not to return I would say it's going to be an uphill battle should he choose to accept it, even his brother Scott may find it more difficult due to his siblings struggles

He is at the point where he is potentially already aging out of contention for some roles, and with no longer having a strong fan base there to support him after this "PR shitshow" and the drop in follower numbers and support online, he will definitely struggle without having organised his own publicity blogs there to push him into the limelight on his behalf as many of the original fans simply won't be willing to return

I'm not sure whoever is running all of that has a true grasp of what has happened inside the fandom over the last year and a half, the infiltration, the trolls, the rumours, the hackings (I'm not the only one)

When I was running that group on LSA at its peak it had 80 members from all over the world and for the most part was fun

We had a main thread, an astro thread for both him and the FS, a fishstick thread so she wouldn't infiltrate the main one, one for Scott who got tarot readings too, a movie with spoilers discussion thread, hell there was a book recommendations one at some point

And it all turned to shit the second he stepped out with fishstick, fans that had spent months defending him saying he would never do that and its against his character were angry and felt betrayed, and most of us turned on him once fishstick and friends past proclivities were exposed

Other people started coming out of the woodwork to "expose secrets" in these fan areas further fueling the fire on both Team Real and Team PR

Who knows if any of this information is true or not, I had intended on exposing people he apparently shouldn't trust but I've gotten a bit off the rails due to my own rather scary circumstances and have been reacting out of very genuine fear

It's not like I can reliably send the man an email, Tumblr is all I have and maybe Josh is reading the tags, I don't know for sure

Whatever deal he signed with People Magazine that required this "PR girlfriend" that was somehow linked to Netflix? and their need to try and promote Warrior Nun has resulted in decimating his fansbase and his reputation

It's a shame really, he had so much potential left to explore as an actor, as mad as I am at what's happened lately both personally, on here, and elsewhere, I do genuinely mean that

We saw hints of his capability for different emotional depths in Defending Jacob, The Gray Man, and despite the odd choices they made for the trailer he did do well in Ghosted also

The whole thing just honestly makes me sad.....

💜🪽🌟

[sparklingpax]

“Are you always this shy?” With Optimus and Ratchet? (Forgive me if I'm doing this wrong, I've only been following you for a moment)

From this (requests are still open btw! I need these moments to take my mind off irl stuff ngl qwq)

HELLO HI THIS IS VERY OVERDUE!! (as are the other ones, which will be posted very soon, I promise o///o) Also no worries at all, you did this right!! :D

I am the one who should be asking for forgiveness rn, because no one should have to wait this long jsddjsdj TwT

I know it's been a long minute, but I hope you enjoy my blog and all my shenanigans (even at least somewhat ahah ^^'')

-Im deeply sorry for typos and other such grammatical errors 😭

-I went with a sort of "early war" kind of thing, like right after Ratchet becomes a part of Optimus' team. (Not sure this is probably not even how this would have played out or did, but I am taking ARTISTIC LISENCE and doing my own version of events....idk ;w;)

-Also, it is a bit short ;///; sorry....hope you like it tho!

-Set in aligned continuity/tfp

-i guess its a lil bit of optiratch ya know? just a lil (for my own enjoyment ^w^)

///

“Ratchet.”

“Don’t.”

“But the team wants to–”

“Well they’ll have to do whatever it is another time–I’m too busy!!” the shorter mech snapped, cutting him off. He quickly reached into his toolbox and fumbled to grab something. Optimus took a step closer, trying to peer over his shoulder, curious.

“What are you working on?”

“A–uhm–this set of some…very difficult formulas!” The medic stammered, not yet turned to face him. “I-I need time, some quiet…I…I’m simply far too busy to do anything right now!” 

He finally set his grip on an object, looking over his shoulder at Optimus as he brandished a wrench and waved it demonstratively. But as he held the wrench, Optimus noticed the tip of the object quivering in Ratchet’s grip. 

After another sharp huff, he turned his back to Optimus again, leaning over the table, which was covered in rust and dirt. He set the wrench down quietly and stood still. 

Optimus wondered if he was going to explain the wrench at all, or…

“...Alright, I’m…” Another sigh and pause. Optimus waited patiently. “I’m…not exactly busy with…formulas, I’m just…well, it’s just–I…I don’t…”

“You’re…nervous?”

Ratchet made a sound that seemed to agree. 

Optimus fought the urge to giggle at how this was kind of cute–he didn’t want the medic to feel any more embarrassed than he probably already did. Instead, he strode closer to him, resting a gentle servo on his shoulder. 

“I understand. You may take as long as you need before you go out and meet them,” he said quietly. 

Ratchet ducked his head. 

“But I feel bad about…” 

Optimus shook his head, looking down at him with gentle regard. 

“There is nothing to feel bad about, Ratchet. It would cause you discomfort if you went to meet everyone now, and I know neither you nor I would enjoy that. And, they are your new team as of now, so they will be around for quite a while.”

Ratchet finally looked back at Optimus, seeming less bothered than he had been–just a little more relaxed. Optimus was glad, smiling back at him. 

“Well then…” Ratchet murmured, moving to return to looking at the table. “I do have some work to do…”

He jumped right into it, and Optimus simply watched, leaning against the table. He eyed a light flicker above them briefly, then let his gaze wander to the faded papers tacked to the walls. It wasn’t really a medical room, but it was the best available to them in their situation. 

Squinting, he could see even more that these posters must not have been Ratchet’s–being advertisements for a shop of some kind, or pictures of a musical artist he was sure neither of them knew… 

“You know…” Ratchet said quietly, breaking the silence, “...I do want to meet the team. I’ll need to get to know them in the event of injuries and such, anyway…”

Optimus tilted his head, still looking at the contents of the room. 

“There are many of us in this unit. Is it that there are too many at once?”

“...that would be it.”

“I suppose I never saw you with big groups unless you knew everybot or were giving presentations back on Cybertron,” Optimus remarked. “Are you…always this shy?”

“Well it's not exactly shyness, but I believe you know what I mean as…” Ratchet chuckled little. He put down his tools again and looked up to find Optimus staring back at him. He remembered the eyes that looked back at him when they were in Ratchet’s old dorm at university, as he worked on a project for class, and Orion came just to watch…to keep him company. 

Those same eyes that still looked to him with interest and curiosity. 

Oh Orion…some things never change. 

“...you were too, once,” he said finally, looking back to his desk and attempting to focus and get back to work. But he stopped at a touch on his hand, staring back up at his friend. Optimus had a somewhat melancholy look pooled in the back of his gaze. 

“And I still am. But as a leader…I have to…work around it.” 

Ratchet leaned forward and into Optimus, who wrapped his arms around him in a gentle embrace. 

“I know, Optimus,” he whispered. 

He silently resolved to go see the others later that very night. If Optimus could do it, well…then he wanted to as well.

Thank you, Optimus.

///

[mythic-anorak]

Big Announcement — Short Stories, Blog Update, and more

Hello everyone! I've returned from my previous hiatus and have a few things to announce, so let's get right into those. Starting with...

Tales of Mythos

I have decided to start writing and self-publishing short stories taking place in the world of Mythos. These might feature past events form the lore and history of the world, backstories for major characters, stories focused on some of the side characters, etc.

I think these will be a great way to build out the world and stretch my creative muscles until I have the skills/funding/manpower/etc to produce the webcomic.

The short stories will all be part of a collective series known as Tales of Mythos. I'll self-publish each of the stories on Amazon's e-book store, so keep an eye out for future releases.

On that note, the first entry in the Tales of Mythos series is already out! Of Monsters and Men follows the story of a Human wizard and his encounter with a terrifying monster known as a Carrion. Go check it out now if you're interested!

Blog Updates

I've gone through and edited most of the old posts on the blog to give things a more professional tone in light of the new short story series.

For the same reason, I've also decided to be a bit stricter with what information to release publicly, as I'd prefer for the community to be able to naturally develop and learn about the world and lore as I release more stories.

I will try to maintain the somewhat professional tone here from now on, but don't worry, it'll still be the same old me behind the wheel.

Having the stories to work on should help me with my ever-present motivation issues and ensure you guys get more art and more posts in general here as I put more time and focus into Mythos stuff.

In Addition...

I have one more thing to report, but I can't actually talk about it yet. I didn't want to postpone this big announcement when everything else is already prepared, so expect to see another post somewhat soon about this.