#❖ jessamine-rose

[2af-afterdark]

I read your post about WHB tips, and thank you so much!! I think I’ve gotten the hang of the game, but aaahh there are still aspects which confuse me :’3

1. Where do we get Solomon’s Tear??

2. Where do we get the Tealeaves needed to evolve a devil??

3. Isn’t there an option to add Friends and send presents to other players?? Where do we find it on the menu?? I saw an old screenshot where the Friends menu could be accessed via Mission Pass but it’s gone :’>

Thank you again for your help TwT

Solomon's Tears can currently only be obtained via a daily quest (1 per day), as rewards for achieving certain account levels (level 15, 30, 45, & 60), or as rewards for certain accomplishments on the Mission Pass. They used to be available via trading pancakes, but they removed the pancake feature after a certain bug was found that allowed players to exchange tealeaves for pancakes at an extremely high rate. As of right now, Solomon's tears are very difficult to get, especially for how vital they are to basic gameplay.

Tealeaves are given automatically when you draw a duplicate of a character. To use them, go to the devil you have a duplicate of and click the 'evolve' button. Each character can be raised 5 extra times. After that, you will continue to build up tealeaves with no way to get rid of them.

At the moment, no. They removed that screen and the associated mission within 24 hours. It likely was not meant to be seen.

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Advanced Happy Valentine’s Day, bestie!! For your event, can I pls request Capitano #9, Pantalone #13, and Dottore #20?? I’ll let you decide if you want to attack me with sugar or spice (*´꒳`*)

💌Capitano + Prompt #9 ("When I am with you I am real." (x)

Some days, you find yourself reminiscing about your past. The time before you were brought to Snezhnaya. Those days felt no different from the fairytales you liked to immerse yourself in, at times unpleasant to remember, but ultimately, just a dream. A mere memory. And isn’t that a good thing? To leave your lonely past behind?

Unbeknownst to you, the Captain finds himself caught off-kilter in the precious idyllic moments that he shares with you. The rare light of your smile is warm, a ray of sunlight gently erasing any trace of the ever-present ice that permeated Snezhnaya. And isn’t that a good thing too? To be reminded of his own fallibility as a human, as a man with a cherished lover? No amount of prestige, no title, nor victory could hold as much weight as the simple joy of being able to return to your side.

You’re currently seated in his lap, reading a newly purchased anthology of classic Fontaine fairytales, artfully translated into Snezhnayan. Capitano has one arm around your waist, he has already reached the end of the page. He estimates that you’ll turn to the next one in a few more moments. Or you could just ask him to help you translate that difficult paragraph.

But he won’t overstep.

“...Poor girl,” you whisper, flipping the page and adjusting your hold on the book.

“Why do you say that?” Capitano asks,

“...Isn’t it obvious? She died, cold and hungry. It’s pitiful.” And in that response, there is a note of self-derision.

He can’t disagree with that observation. “That is how she appears to onlookers in the end.” Capitano’s free hand encompasses yours as he helps you hold up the book. “Though one cannot disregard her joy in her final moments, however fleeting it was.” 

Was it so wrong to linger in—no, to savor—this dreamlike reality?

You’re silent for a while, hand resting limply in his. Until he feels your fingertips skim the lines of his palm before loosely entangling with his. “I suppose one cannot.”

💌Pantalone + Prompt #13 ("If soulmates do exist, they’re not found, they’re made."(x) ++mild spice (of the body worship variety) if you squint

It should be a marker of praise, it should make you feel pleased to hear passersby and acquaintances and business associates praising you as the Regrator’s wife. 

And you do, you muster a gracious smile in response. Press yourself against Pantalone’s side and hope that the rest of your body language doesn’t give away the pinprick of nervousness that passes through you.

They sounded just like when you first got engaged. Devoid of well-wishes, a mere platitude.

Your husband is the epitome of grace and propriety, effortlessly redirecting the conversation to the hosts. Asking about their recent vacation and laughing politely at the same anecdotes they’ve rehashed for the third time. 

(Yours, in comparison, sounds weak, strained, fake.)

You feel the slightest reassuring squeeze against your hand. There’s a flicker of something gentle in Pantalone’s gaze as he glances over at you and that’s enough for you to recenter yourself.

It is in the safety of your home that you can let yourself breathe. Only in his touch do you find solace as his partner. It doesn’t matter whether or not you’re completely bare in his company. When he lays his ungloved palms against your body, the buzz of your thoughts and the holes in your memories all fade away.

An amused smile quirks at Pantalone’s lips as he pulls away from the tender kiss you share. You apologize out of reflex.

His expression softens. “No, no need for that, my dear. I was merely… surprised with your sudden affection.”

“You… you’re not mad about a while ago?” 

Pantalone hushes you, stopping your self-admonishment. “The event is already over. You do not have to worry about it anymore.” The rough, callused skin of his hands sends a shiver through your frame. “Will you let me reward you?” he asks.

At your small nod, his touch drifts lower.

Yes, all that mattered was entrusting yourself to him.

💌Dottore + Prompt #20 ("They say we are asleep until we fall in love."(x)

Alongside the lantern’s light, there are fireflies dotting the landscape and edge of the water’s surface. Right in front of you is a Nilotpala Lotus in full bloom under the moonlight. This specimen isn’t as large as its neighbors, but there’s something in the gentle glow that it emits…

“You were supposed to return ten minutes ago.” A sharp voice calls from behind you.

“Gah!” In your surprise, your pencil drops into the water. Shame coating your expression, you turn to face Dottore. Whatever excuse you had prepared dies in your throat. 

“...Well?” He isn’t donning his Fatui mask. 

“I already completed my other objectives…” And you got a bit nostalgic on the way back to the lab. Which was half-true, surprisingly. Returning to the rainforests of Sumeru ended up becoming more pleasant than you expected.

“...Hm. I did not think you would be so keen on revisiting Nilotpala lotuses.” Dottore muses, somehow your sketchpad had transferred into his hands.

“Hey—those aren’t finished!” And even as you protest, your superior easily dodges your attempts to grab it back. “They’re just some useless doodles!”

At that, Dottore lightly taps the back of your sketchpad against the top of your head. “I will be the judge of that, my dear assistant.”

This felt no different from the all-nighters you used to spend with Zandik. Trailing after him like a dog as he marked your notes, inevitably submitting to the call of the night and letting him hear out your worries, and of course, the brief moment of complete lucidity, fatigue siphoned from your bones, feeling like you were the sole inhabitants of the world.

“Your attention to detail is exquisite,” he remarks in a soft voice, lightly tracing the lines of your sketch with a finger, careful not to smudge the graphite.

Your annoyance wanes, leaving warmth in its absence. “Thanks…” You glance back at the blossom, small but humming with light. An insignificant, inconsequential part of nature, yet utterly free and alive.

You’ve never been more glad to bear witness.

a/n: AHIHI HAPPY VALENTINES DAY BESTIE!! i hope i did the darlings and the fatchooey harbingers justice with dis meager writing, augh... u jus had to pick the prompts that were most free to interpret 🥴🥴 (thus i have chosen to attack with sugar and spice HA!)

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

MATCHUP FOUND FOR [ @jessamine-rose ].

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CONGRATULATIONS! YOU AND NEUVILLETTE SWIPED RIGHT!

WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE HIS PROFILE?

[ YES ]

NEUVILLETTE is a man who is, for the lack of word, oblivious. He's one of the well known judges in Teyvat, and if anyone got themselves in a crime in Fontaine, they will face this man in all of his glory. And may God forgive you if your crime was worse than those he's seen.

Outside of his work, though, he's actually a reserved individual. Sure, being a judge is taxing, but he liked being able to breathe from the office. And for him, he cherishes those times since he's able to enjoy the little things— including you.

You and NEUVILLETTE will get along great. He's often fond of being with someone and also enjoys quality time as well, and your manners caught his eye. He isn't often fond of being demanded to do things when its not on his schedule, and if you told him you want to go somewhere, the next thing he asks is "when are you available? I'll be free after a case next Monday."

Yes, he's particular. So particular that it will make him upset if you flake on your plans with him without a good reason.

(He does understand if you do. He'll just be very disappointed, as he had everything planned by then.)

NEUVILLETTE is also the type to be able to ease you through feelings of perfectionism. He's endured it with Furina once, an actress, so he's able to help out in mitigating that weight when things don't go as perfectly.

Just... Please educate him. He's quite naive to misinformation, and heaven knows what he might learn that can twist the law itself.

[ END OF PROFILE. ]

[ WOULD YOU LIKE TO RENT HIM? ]

[bweoo]

Aakdndkndkwd your Miguel art is amazing!! I rlly love how you draw him as both a terrifying yandere and a softie for his darling :'>

Thanks! 🤗❤️

I think Miguel rarely gets angry with his S/O, only when they do something too extreme (trying to escape, trying to fight him...) but otherwise he's very calm. Which I believe it makes him more terrifying :3c

[zgvlt]

NATHYA IS A MAMMORON??!! (´⊙ω⊙`)

As a veteran Obey Me! player and Mammon stan, I went “!! :0” after reading your recent post. Out of curiosity, what do you like about the character?? :>

[ NOT TWST RELATED ; OBEY ME DISCUSSION ]

Yes!!! I was pretty into OB in 2020 and I might have cried when I didn't get the Panda UR while my friend (who did NOT care for Mammon) got him in a free pull HMPH!

Anyway I'm not updated with OB at all! But I played it the month of its release and a few months more until I burned out, and the whole time Mammon stuck as my number one! Aside from the fact that he's so cute and I love loud personalities who have a softer side they pretend to not have one I have other reasons for liking him!

Okay this is me connecting the Mammon liker to Sebek adorer pipeline (some similarities and a lot of differences, but the similarities seem relevant), but...! Mammon is one of those characters that I saw got dumbed down and caricaturized a lot as just greedy, just someone who loves money, just a stupid dumbass. He is constantly shamed and treated as a joke. I love when characters who are seen, in canon and/or in fandom, as basically annoying or a joke end up having a lot of depth to them. It usually causes me to want to explore their characters more, and the more I learn the more I come to love them

Despite his tsun nature, he's very honest (in his expressions and eventually words as well) of how he feels about things, including how he feels about the player. Plus, well, isn't it easy to care about the first brother who makes a pact with you? Who clearly adores you and wants to protect you? He's supportive and so terribly endearing. It might also help that I never found the whole "omg kleptomaniac" and "omg here's how I'm going to get rich" thing annoying. I had a DnD character who was also rather greedy so !!!

Let's see... I like that he can be competent when he wants to be, but as far as I remember reading he would just rather not put in the effort... sounds familiar. Honestly I don't dream of labor too HAHAHA so the fact that he likes money buy does not like work is very me-core (but I am not a gacha boy thus I must work)

Also I think about that time one of the Little Ds called Mammon "papa" that was so cute I cried. NE Way TLDR Mammon is very babygirl babyboy baby I care him

Disclaimer this is the perspective of someone who has no plans on playing again, at least until I feel nostalgic, so yes Live Laugh Love Mammon-sama!!

[bye-bye-sunbird]

So I read Dragonwyck a few months ago and just finished A Long Fatal Love Chase, and aahhhhh it’s a reading experience I’m never going to forget!! Thank you again for your book recommendations. You have amazing taste in literature and I can see how it influences your own writing >:’3

I'm glad you enjoyed them, love!!!! I could cite Dragonwyck as one of my biggest writing inspirations (along with Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier). so I'm so happy you noticed the influence that book has on me akjsndkjasnd <3

[ataraxiaspainting]

💌Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌

jess!!!! thank you so much! i really appreciate you and i hope you have a lovely day LDNDEPKDPDPDDP

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[ice-creamforbreakfast]

Poppy - A Collab by Ice-CreamForBreakfast & Surely-Sims

::Download:: (Patreon - Free)

You know I never pass up a chance to delve into 60s mod fashion, so when the wonderful Surely-Sims asked me to collab on this set for her character Poppy, the answer was always going to be yes!

This collection of seriously sixties (and like one eighties dress but shhh) fashion is perfect for that dinner party, stakeout or just looking better than Beryl at the local potluck.

Item descriptions below:

Wolfsbane Dress - A suspiciously 80s, woven mini-dress with diamante detailing and contrasting colours. Did you time-travel to the future for couture? Naturally.

Daphne Set - A sweater and pants set, perfect for day to day comfort while still looking better than Doreen Parker who works the reception at the local doctor's practice.

Foxglove Dress - A sleeveless mini-dress with a pleated hem and bow detail on the neckline. Perfect for a summer garden party, but breathable enough for a casual heist.

Heliotrope Dress - Why bother keeping up with the Joneses when you can simply make Marjorie Jones jealous enough to curse the day you were born. This button-down, belted dress is simple, chic and classic.

Larkspur Dress - The Larkspur Dress shows just enough while leaving the rest to the imagination. Made with a fine, but surprisingly sturdy fabric, you can be sure that your secret weapons remain concealed.

Cardosanto Bikini - Looking for fun in the sun, with enough space to conceal your throwing stars? The Cardosanto bikini has you covered. The belt ring? Emergency parachute cord.

Daffodil Sunglasses - Why bother with rose tinted glasses when you can see the truth (and through walls) with these floral frames?

Hyacinth Hair - Cleaning up the scene of a crime, but want to look chic while doing it? Look no further than this flippy 'do with a rather fashionable bandana!

Triffid Sunglasses - These sunglasses look really cool. That's it! No secret powers....or are there?

Nightshade Gloves - Not only are these heart-cutout gloves incredibly stylish, they don't leave fingerprints anywhere! Jessamine Earrings - These fabulously mod earrings make a statement, but could also take someone out...so don't whip your head around too quickly.

Holly Earplugs - Block out his snoring while tuning into your favourite bugged phoneline to lul yourself to sleep with these very stylish earplugs.

Holly Earrings - Love your Holly Earplugs, but prefer to hear what's going on around you? These earrings are perfect for you. Sadly they can't pick up radio signals, but they can pierce skin!

Oleander Earrings - These earrings will set you squarely on the list of Oasis Springs' most stylish sims! If they don't, simply take them out and throw them at the journalist who dared to write the list.

 Looking for more? Grab Surely-Sims' part here! And check out the amazing Plott Legacy while you're at it

[universallynightduck]

Jessamine-rose Masterlist

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[bye-bye-sunbird]

My love ;3;! The fact that people are still sending me messages and doing beautiful things like this honestly fills my heart with so much gratitude. Your art is, as always, so ethereal and beautiful and I am so happy that you continue to enjoy the fics I wrote so long ago <3

So I decided to redraw damsel again since I still occasionally come back on read @jessamine-rose and @bye-bye-sunbird 's fanfics, which I've read too much of

So here's damsel and another drawing of her :3 and also an extra doodle of damsel

And her eye colour, which I may change later on to red, I will most likely draw either saviour or kitty next

[2af-afterdark]

Any thoughts on Bimet?? He is definitely sugar baby + gold-digger material >:3

This is a crack thought, but do you want to bet that Bimet has proverbially and literally sucked Mammon off to climb the corporate ladder—

Even better, Bimet getting tag-teamed by MC and Mammon. It would be the best night of his life, especially if it involves extra (expensive) touches like gold body jewelry, a luxurious room, and lavish aftercare~

I support people's rights to ship these devils however they want, but I personally do not believe Bimet and Mammon have a relationship. Mostly because Bimet, in his own H scene, says that he could never have that type of relationship with Mammon which is part of why he's so incredibly aroused by MC. MC owns Mammon (and therefore everything that is his) plus they are horny in ways that Bimet can exploit to satisfy his own desires.

He's definitely a gold-digger coded man (good on him), but Mammon is too smart to let Bimet get away with it too much. In Bimet's comic, Mammon teases him by asking what he'd do if Mammon was broke and Bimet short circuits. Funny enough, he's also sort of service top coded. He wants to lavish himself upon those who are wealthier (read: more powerful) than him.

No doubt Bimet would love to be in that sandwich though. Getting to worship the two wealthiest people in all the worlds? Using profit as a prop in their play? He wouldn't make it to end of the day. That man wouldn't be able to keep a straight mind.

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🦈🧭♻️ ❤️ \(//∇//)\

Oooh! thanks forda ask oomfie💕💕

🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

in terms of my genshin wips, i have "keep your friends close but your enemies closer" i mean, it's a workable title but idk if ill end up changing it

(enjou deserves more fics....... hes such a compelling character.....hes so funny and witty and bantery and hes ok with being punched by u🤧🤧 i want him. i want him so bad. i desire him carnally. hyv please bring him back pls plsplsplspslsps)

🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

so this one smut wip is titled "lynette save me lynette," but im thinking of changing the title to "plaything" or "the assistant's toy gets toyed with" not sure which one im vibing* with, we'll see until the rest of it gets written out :ppp

*HA GEDDIT? (gets thrown into the sea)

discussion of nsfw writing under the cut. minors do not go past this point

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

going back to that lynette smut wip, i originally planned to include a little bit of neglect play++sensory deprivation where reader is left blindfolded and at the mercy of a remote-controlled vibrator while lynette prepares a pot of tea. but idk if i have the patience to write that... i jus want to skip to the overstimulation part. writing orgasms is so difficult for me?? bcs its like...how do i write it without using the same words?

but then again my most favorite part to write is the foreplay so,,, by the transitive property of equality, ig she will have to be scrapped until i can incorporate her into another lynette smutwip

(send an emoji and get some info about one of my wips?)

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

Warning:: Probably OOC for Boss but I just wanted to share this thought ^o^

As someone who’s not into selfship, I usually engage with X Reader content by viewing Reader as their own character. And seeing the dark potential for Boss…..

What about a Reader who is Boss’s “friend”?? A mature, confident individual who is honest with their desires but also smart enough to recognize Boss’s red flags. The type who will say to his face that they are attracted to his appearance + money but know better than to date him.

I think it would be funny/ dangerous if they like to toy with Boss, casually flirting with him but always ending it with, “But of course, I know we aren’t suited for a serious relationship with each other. That’s why I’d only pursue a friendship-with-benefit/ marriage of convenience with you—not that you’d ever say yes~”

Idk maybe Boss would view them as an interesting challenge for that reason?? It does feel satisfying when he begins to flirt back and seriously court Reader, watching their reaction go from “Nice joke lol” to “Wait, are you serious??”

Also, the mental image of Reader pulling Boss’s necktie so their faces are dangerously close, controlling their distance and daring him to either move closer or farther—

OH MY... OH THE AMOUNT OF THOUGHTS I GOT FROM THIS. JESSAMINE YOU ARE LITERALLY BIG BRAIN FOR THIS OH MY GOD HOLD ON

WAIT I NEED TO ADD THIS BUT LIKE... Boss considering his friend (the reader) being a potential partner. It'd be even more interesting if he starts to treat them like a funny challenge -> actual romantic partner because I could see the dynamic play out, especially when Boss decides "I'll take matters in my own hands". Dare I say it, reader might actually be able to twist his mind at the cost of... Well. Themselves, essentially.

Don't be fooled, though. Boss is still a control freak, but he does consider that a challenge. I think it'd be more like outwitting one another, and it becomes a fun enemies to lovers to enemies to 'its complicated'. What's even worse is that it could develop his obsessive love for them instead, which... Translates to extra bad news.

AND THE FACT THEY'RE DARING HIM TO MOVE CLOSER OR FARTHER.... OTL. OH THE DEMONS. THEY'RE YELLING. THEY ARE GOING TO STRANGLE ME AND YOU FOR THIS THOUGHT.

Okay but like... the power imbalance turning into a dynamic though. Boss's desire for control and the reader's desire to twist what's theirs, and like??? Aaaaaaa the potential yan x budding yan!! AND THE AMOUNT OF UNHEALTHY DYNAMICS THAT CAN BE TWISTED INTO "LOVE" FOR THEM!!

Oh my God I am. I'm lying down this is going to HAUNT me for days. Weeks. Months even. Ty for the food, you madlad. (/pos) You have successfully made me hyperfixated on this dynamic for better or for worse.

[throwaway-yandere]

(sios im not sure if I already reblogged cause internet is wack–)

;;;;----;;; huhu thank you!!!

Hi! Can you recommend some yandere blogs... (Not from any particular fandom)

Here are some random suggestions that came out of the top of my head!

@art-of-secret-dark-heart - I really like MBTI stuff and that's exactly what they do!! Solid writing and I love how they characterize each of the MBTI types.

@chococolte - Very interesting and creative ideas, primarily a Genshin blog.

@throwaway-yandere - another Genshin blog, I'm biased. Very good art, cute events and good writing, just an overall fun time!

@merakiui - Mostly Genshin Impact and Twisted Wonderland and it's a blog I often find myself coming back to. The chats and anons are always fun to go through and something interesting and spicy is always being cooked up. This one has some mature content though sometimes so heads up!

@jessamine-rose - Mmmmm, the ideal paradise for Dottore and Pantalone lovers.

@bye-bye-sunbird - another Genshin blog, the one that started The Capitano Agenda™. God tier writing, almost like you're opening the pages of a fairytale.

@j0succ - Genshin, jjk, and others, yet another blog I like to visit often! So fun, so cool, I can't get enough!!

[brynn-lear]

When The Cypress Tree Wilts [Yandere!Kamisato Ayato x Reader]

Prompt: Kamisato Ayato, the sole survivor of Teyvat, struggles to cope with grief. He finds solace in the company of a fellow survivor, (Y/n), on the Astral Express. Although the two came from different universes, with him being a fictional character on (Y/n)'s end, he had grown fond of them. Perhaps too fond for Mister Yang's liking. He has seen this story played out once already. [Dedicated to @jessamine-rose]

Content Tags: (light?) yandere themes, major character death, we ain't trusting getting roses again after this one boys

For twenty-seven years, the cypress tree stood alone. Its branches, exhibiting complete fortitude to withstand erosion, have been a home for many animals. A guardian of many and a home for herons. It's no stretch to say its artistic seriousness made the Cypress tree the Warden of the Forest. 

What happens, though, if the forest catches fire? What happens when everything it held dear—all the pillars ingrained in the firmest soil—is reduced to ashes in a single glance? When the forest's life-loving temperament disappears, just what is left of the guardian tree? 

There's only one answer: the Cypress loses its Inazuman function. Harmony, balance, and peace wither away from the tree's symbolism. All that's left is the alternative Enkanomiyan myth: cypress trees must only be planted as a mourning tradition. 

The Warden of Death...

Kamisato Ayato closed his eyes, making his umpteenth attempt to breathe steadily. 

He sat upright on one of the Astral Express's couches. It's been more than eight months since he had found himself as the sole survivor of his world. So far, everything that had been told to him had been unreal. 

Gone were the clan, his retainers, and his dearest sister. None were left as he watched their remains swept by the wind. Memories of Ayaka's burnt hair and cheeks crumbling refused to leave his every waking moment. He tried desperately to hold on, but the ashes kept slipping through his fingers until his family's white heron was reduced to a lifeless husk. Her feathers were plucked too soon.  

He cannot have her back. He cannot have his clan back. His world was forever unsalvageable.

That was his fate as the Remembrance's souvenir. He can carry the weight of survival while the memokeepers preserve Teyvat's memories.  

But at least he has someone in a similar position as himself. 

"Mister Yang," you called over the older man hushedly. Welt glanced at the mopping mess and knew just what you were hinting at. Better to alert someone who can assist him better.

"Are you alright, Mister Kamisato?" Welt asked, sitting beside Ayato. He passed his cane onto his other hand so he could pat his shoulder. Ayato only laughed stiffly. 

Thankfully, it's not an entirely hopeless cause. There was, at least, a silver lining to make up for it. No matter how dim the glimmer was, he at least had the Express's understanding. 

And yours as well. 

Ab███████, h█ed his pl█as.

"—to, you can still think this through!"

"Stand back, Himeko."

Just like him, you lost your world, too. You came from a fabric of existence wherein he was deemed fictional. A video game called "Genshin Impact", as you called it. You were terrified when you discovered your universe crumbled because of some time-travel paradox. But in spite of your enormous losses, curiosity triumphed over fear. You would prefer exploring the galaxy than thinking about how much work you still need to do for your college classes.

But today? You rest. After all, the express is landing in Penacony.

While Welt did his best to provide consolation, you handed them warm drinks. Ayato gave you a gentle nod. 

He gave it a quick sip. Unlike Himeko's, your brew was more tame. Not at all professionally made— it's everyday coffee— but that adds more to its appeal. Ayato politely wiped possible stains near his lips. You can't help but notice how his mole was placed below it. 

He's definitely a video game character, that's for sure. They don't make people this attractive in your old world. 

Just holding the coffee you made… feeling its warmth in his hands… It gave him strength to speak. 

Ayato sighed. "Apologies, I simply… will take longer to recover my mental composure. I am not usually this easy to rattle or ramble often. I deeply apologize for the trouble I caused the express thus far."  

"I do wonder if I had wronged the Gods. I committed plenty of misdeeds in the eyes of the Shogun, yet they were pardoned. But perhaps the Heavenly Principles…" He muttered, thinking he was inaudible. More than half a year without his retainers and constant troubles had dulled his vigilance.

Welt shook his head. "Do not be harsh on yourself by culminating these harmful… ideals, Mister Kamisato."

"I agree." You said. "At any rate, you'll end up miserable for the entire month if you keep overthinking what that Silver Wolf said."

His mood had been visibly dampened since Silver Wolf's last visit. She claims that he was "destined for ruin based on Elio's script" and that it was better he knew about it now rather than later. 

Ayato looked away. "I suppose so… This wishful thinking brings me nothing but thoughts such as to save my one and only sister, with this pitiable strength— how can I recreate the past?"

Welt grew cold with mild horror. Then, he cleared his throat after a suspiciously long pause. 

The past Welt knows is not the past he wants a repeat of.

"Why focus on that when the future awaits you?" He said, but with how the older man refused to meet his lilac eyes, there must be more he won't let on. 

"Your reluctance… Does this have something to do with what the memokeeper previously stated?"

"...What Black Swan said?" You tilted your head. 

Welt sighed. "So many things must be runnin' around your head... I don't usually encourage drinking, but maybe you should have a few shots later."

"I shall consider it, but I must know now, Mister Yang." He looked at him. "What did she mean when she said I was an alternate version of your acquaintance, Otto Apocalypse?"

Welt coughed up his coffee. 

Re██y his angu█████ c███s.

"-to, don't do this. You can't bring ██████ back—"

“Your farcical tangents will distract me no more. Do not play parlor tricks with that cane of yours. My mind is sound, and my decision is final."

"..."

"..." 

"..." 

Ever since Ayato was dubbed as a new Nameless alongside you, he's been bombarded with both blunt and subliminal messages of his supposed "true" nature. One faction agrees he's an existence not meant to be trifled, while the other wants to cultivate him into a villain. 

You don't know much about that. Unlike whatever hero's journey he had been experiencing— you're detached from trouble. Your new life was spent writing, dressing up with March, eating with Stelle, and reading through Dan Heng's data banks about constellations & other aesthetically pleasing biological entries. You were a quiet existence. Black Swan remarked you're amicable for someone who cannot return to normalcy. You embrace change far better than others.

But you think that's because there's enough grieving for the Express to carry; they don't have room to acknowledge yours… 

"You're Kamisato Ayato, not Otto." You told him firmly. "Don't overthink what she said."

"It is not as if I do not know that, how—"

"No, there are no buts or howevers; that's final."

Ayato laughed softly, no longer tense. 

"Understood. I'm your Kamisato Ayato, right?" He tilted his head like a dog. 

"Yes, yes, you're our Ayato." You sighed. 

He's a lot cuter when relaxed. 

You shook your head. 

No, better not let this develop into something else. You don't want to have a crush on a guy that's essentially no different from a flatmate. 

Furthermore, you exclusively confide in him. You'd rather your relationship as each other's anchor remains the same in the future. After all, you're not the type to let everyone in the room know your baggage. So was Ayato, but... His trauma lends itself to the extremes.

While you were lost in thought, adorable footsteps strutted closer. 

Angry, adorable footsteps. 

"What are you guys doing drinking coffee?! The train is about to jump soon!!!"

Pompom huffed. They put their little paws on their hips, scoffing at you three. You apologized profusely, forgetting that your trip to Penacony was in ten minutes. 

"Sorry, Pompom." Welt sheepishly said. 

Ayato looked at Pompom earnestly. "So am I."

"Whatever, okay, but you better change later! You can't join a wedding wearing those clothes!!!"

You frowned. You were already dressed, though. You thought you already looked perfect for the evening. Maybe you should've tried harder... Perhaps you were too relaxed about this...

"Oh, but I'm sorry…" You told them, frowning.

Pompom shook their head, panicking. "Not you, (Y/n), you're always so harsh on yourself— you always know how to dress pretty. I'm talking about these two boys!"

They stared at each other before laughing awkwardly, provoking the conductor further. 

Pompom growled, grabbing the broom. 

"You know what?! Get off the sofa! Change! NOW!!!"

Abu████ce, stir this b███ft ████e, 

"WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL HIM?!? HE WAS LIKE A BROTHER TO US!!!"

It's clear that someone isn't having the best time.

Penacony weddings are too lively for Ayato's tastes. But much like shadows, nobody can evade the bright lights. 

He nearly tumbled when he saw you. By the looks of his pale face, the lively atmosphere had been draining him senseless. While he maintained his elegant demeanor when talking to Aventurine (and failing), you were refilling your cup at the food aisle. Once Ayato reached you, he desperately wanted to place his head on your shoulder. 

“Please… lend me… Five…”

You smiled and opened your arms.

"Don't speak, I got you."

He leaned on your shoulder.

The five seconds you assumed were startlingly morphing into five minutes. You can't feign as a warm statue for that long. While you worry about your willpower, Ayato sank deeper into his thoughts to meditate. 

From this angle, he looked like a resting cat.

"You okay, Ayato?"

"The SoulGlad, it's so…"

Ah, right. You figured he might've drunk.

"Not once had it been a passing thought that excessive alcohol and fire displays would be a common wedding practice. The culture shock is astounding." Ayato leered quietly. "Thankfully, I no longer care about putting on a social mask. I cannot stomach participating in copious amounts of… festivities."

You laughed. Is it bad you find his suffering entertaining? 

"Is it so different from how they conduct weddings in Inazuma?"

"Hard to say… The Clan may be focused on cultural ceremonies, but I purposely avoided weddings. It helps steer clear talks of arranged marriages. I can only name Chisato's as an exception on top of my head." Ayato placed a hand on his chin. 

He continued. "Extravagant weddings such as this had a decline for two years. The dismal lives of vision wielders immensely affected how much pyrotechnics and other displays were available. Any commonplace joy could be marked as vulgarity by the Shogun at any second... All those charges just for an insincere ceremony."

"I… See." You assumed the answer was a resounding no. "Sounds like you're against marriages of convenience."

Ayato pulled away, looking at you. 

"Not entirely. I understand why it's a necessary evil, given our politics." He said. "But I still firmly believe that when there's true love, nothing should stand in its way."

His eyes reveal that he's starting to sober up. In Penacony, it was probably a beneficial phenomenon. Might as well give away hangover relief if you market alcohol as the icon of your dreamscape. 

"(Y/n), this may sound peculiar, but I glimpsed at an apparel store nearby."

You nodded slightly. He knew you had an affinity for fashion. When you visited the Xianzhou Luofu, he mapped out stores that might interest you. Ayato likes the way you dress. Sometimes, he would even approach you for a consult. 

"And? What did you see? Did you take a picture?"

He groggily nodded and pulled out his phone. 

"Please, take a look."

…

You blinked, turning red. 

"Ayato, these are wedding dresses…"

"I do know that, yes, but don't you believe some of these would suit you? Oh— this one is a particular favorite of mine."

…

He said it so casually that you were beginning to doubt if you were insane. Do friends casually daydream about another friend in a wedding dress? Is that a norm for platonic relationships? You looked away and gently pushed his phone away. 

… You hate how you liked what he picked out.

And you know he noticed it, too. Cheeky bastard. 

"Let's hold that thought for now."

"May I ask why?" He tilted his head, slightly pouting. "I think a traditional white wedding dress would compliment you. Are you, perhaps, seeing flaws I have missed?"

"Y-You're really not getting it, huh…"

Whatever was troubling you, he wasn't about to dissect it. His thoughts were reduced to simplicity that evening, just down to you look gorgeous tonight. The two of you should extend your visit to Penacony for much longer. It is always night here… 

How unfair that you dressed so prettily; he wished it was for his eyes alone. The delicately lace-adorned pastel pink dress suits you well. It felt like a grave sin for him to keep staring at the delicate sapphire necklace resting atop your neck. Not to add, a few strands of your hair framed your face, and your hair was tastefully swept into a neat (h/c) bun. What completes the look is the strappy heels. 

When will it be your wedding, (Y/n)?

Your face contorted. "How drunk are you?"

Ayato smirked curtly and shrugged back to what March calls his "nobleman smile", gazing at you intently. You weren't sure if he was listening to you anymore. 

"Enough."

That was his reply, short and simple. 

As long as your eyes mirror his, it's enough for him. 

“LAAADDIEESSS AND GENTLEEEMEEENNN AND OTHER LIVING CREAAATURREEESSS!!!!”

A rather shrill voice shouted through a microphone. It's the wedding's host. From the volume, anyone can discern that it came from the event room. You placed your cup down. It's that time— noises from excited guests, lonesome people, in particular, were shared around. No one can miss their hands, which tremble with excitement. 

You jolted.

Shit, that's Sparkle. You promised Stelle and March that you four would take BFF pictures in the costume photo booth before the final farewells. Something about silly masks and hats. Miss it, and you're guaranteed to enter the next fight without a shield. Worse, you might wake up with a bat-shaped wound on your head. 

You grabbed Ayato and swerved past the crowd.

“(Y-(Y/n)?!”

Ayato's mind went blank. 

You voluntarily held his hand. Gloved hands. Still, he thanked March that she gave him a pair for the occasion. His hands were sweating, and his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. 

Public displays of affection are generally subdued in his old world. Handholding raises questions regarding those reared into nobility like he was. His upbringing was far from liberal, so he did his best to give his sister more freedom, yet he is not accustomed to this skinship.

He gripped yours back weakly. Ayato can't stop staring at your determined expression. He gulped. Can you sense it? Are you secretly enjoying this? Do you know what you're doing? 

Can you feel your effect on him?

He's not just drunk. 

He might be hopelessly in love with you.

Ayato grew hotter by the second. His breath was stripping away bit by bit. This epiphany was consuming him. He's been trying to deny it for as long as possible, but how laughable is it to do so when he had often pictured himself in peaceful household situations beside you? Can such desires be kept in the shadows, much like his Shuumatsuban work?

He wants you.

Kamisato Ayato wants you as his sole partner.

Wherever you're taking him, he'll follow you to the end, down to the last seconds of this script.

"THE BRIDE IS ABOUT TO THROW THE BOUQUET!!!"

Many lonely guests packed together like penguins. When the bride spun the bouquet around her palm, their reactions ranged from hopeful and cheerful to downright competitive and miserable. They thought a few flowers would ensure marriage, which is a little absurd, but who are you to spoil their fun? Simply because they obstruct your path does not warrant your discreet resentment—

Ayato stopped, halting you as well in the process.

"Ngh…?!"

You looked back, and such an act almost felt as forbidden as Orpheus' most egregious mistake.

If there was a semblance of variety in those women's faces, they were unified in one fell swoop. Their faces soured when the bouquet was passed down to its next owner. Worse, the flowers sat so beautifully in his arms.

That's right. His.

Those red roses…

"AALLLLRIIIIGHTTT! IT SEEMS MISTER KAMISATO GOT IT!!!" Sparkle cheered on. She had a crooked smile on her face. It didn't ring as malicious; instead, she was conflicted before she donned a playful mask. "And sheesh, while holding (Y/n) 's hand too— CONGRATS TO THE SOON-TO-BE-S!!!"

Ah, damn it. Instead of this, you wish people had applauded when you presented your thesis. No matter how crestfallen some were, they were at least good sports. They clapped and teased; you even spotted Himeko raising you a glass at your shared table, laughing. Beside her, Welt did you the courtesy of reminding you that you're hands were linked together. You gawked, pulling away as though Ayato's hand burned. Immediately, he cleared his throat and looked away. 

To Ayato, this was the only sign he needed.

With enough time and effort, a leafless tree could still be saved, new birds could still migrate, and an abandoned forest could still be restored. Gradually, he was discovering a fresh cause for optimism instead of a substitute for the people he had lost. There he was, Kamisato Ayato, a hidden custodian of Inazuman traditions, with his feet rooted in a foreign land. Though not very stable, his groundwork keeps him on course.

If he could revive the Kamisato Clan on its brink, how can he not do the same for his life? It's just like what his late father said:

Fall down seven times, stand up eight.

As long as a hand still reaches out for him, he'll do anything to grasp it. 

Unfortunately for you, it was yours that held his so tightly.

Hence, whether you like it or not, amidst the guests' congratulatory remarks and the bride's laughs, he had made up his mind.

Ayato will pursue you until you wear the gown of his dreams. 

More people trailed behind Sparkle and the bride as they went down the stage and to Ayato. You made an effort to get in touch with him to return to your starting point. However, it was challenging, given the number of people around. To hear what bashful comments he said was an even taller order.

That was until the bride dragged her new husband towards you.

"Here, dearie, the garter!"

You blinked.

"What?"

"You know the tradition, bouquet, and garter— I know it ain't as exciting as a bouquet, but ya can't be a pair without it." The husband grinned. "C'mon, take it!"

Your eyes widened.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly—"

"Aww, please, do you think we'll get in the way of love when we just got married?" The bride joked. Even though you don't know her well—you just know she's Stelle's friend—you didn't like how this sounded. "C'mon, take it! Don't make poor Mister Kamisato sad."

Did Ayato request this?

You looked back at him. He was smiling at his fellow guests.

He must've made a drunken joke.

"Alright, I'll have it." You'll be a team player, too.

Unbeknownst to you, Ayato's heart was brimming with joy as soon as you accepted it. You twisted the garter around your hand and tied it into a bracelet, and his eyes wrinkled. His face was beaming, and the guests warmly pointed out that it was definitely NOT the drink.

You laughed softly.

Maybe Stelle wouldn't get too angry after she sees these "loots".

Unfortunately, unlike the worlds you once immersed yourself in, your life was not a game. This second try was no exception.

There's a stark difference between the people he loves and himself, Ayato later found. The latter cannot sustain a better life for those he warded, while the former cannot attain the luxury of a peaceful death.

Readers would have gone crazy over how the author mercilessly punished and blamed the main character's dreams if his life had been a work of fiction. If it were genuinely one, he would venture to say that the systematic fate that everyone else was subjected to is the primary criticism.

His mother, his father, his sister, his clan.

And then you?

Ayato had already lost everything twice. 

There's no restraint left for him to hold on to. 

So…

"Mister Kamisato, please hear us out!" March begged, the shrill of her voice becoming hauntingly akin to a dull knife— repeatedly cutting through ears in prolonged agony. 

Ayato scoffed. His blue locks framed his face as he gazed down.

He's heard enough. 

Why shouldn't he challenge his fate?

Why shouldn't he challenge Elio's script?

"Whether I permit you or not, there won't be an intelligent word out of you." 

No other voice came to disparage him. This silence was loud. As if a voice was missing. Ayato looked at the ground.

He had almost forgotten he had used his former "brother" as a sacrifice. Silently, he thanked Dan Heng- or perhaps Dan Feng- for all that he had done for him and his "bride".

This act angered the rest. His temporary family brandished theirs in unison, with Stelle moving to the front. His response greatly saddened March. But Mister Yang? He was frozen. He didn't seem to move an inch. The older man looked deep into his lilac eyes. There must be more he won't let on. 

The past Welt knows is not the past he wants a repeat of.

But unfortunately, history is a vicious cycle— and it repeats itself.

He materialized his haran geppaku futsu, letting Dan Heng's blood drip while its azure glow shine bright. But what shone brighter was the cryogenic "coffin" behind him.

You may have lost your battle with this curse, but you have helped him not lose his. 

You were looking out at a night with a full moon in your last moments. The pitch-black moon seemed to loom life itself. As you strolled alone, every step wet your feet, but there's a persistent sense that you might have been staring at your reflection the entire time despite the void's lack of offerings.

It's always night in Penacony. You have heard that innumerable times. Night never sleeps. The chitchat never stops. The tango doesn't halt. But time stands still for you as the rest of the world rejoices. 

But Penacony was not your resting place. It was the Xianzhou. 

How unfortunate that you forget that in your last moments. Mara has a knack for erasing the memory of its victims. The only solace that your admirer gets is that your previous recollections are of him, of you, and of the bouquet and garter you received. 

At least before you closed your eyes, you thought of him. 

Ayato gazed at your mara-struck face once more.

Beauty is eternal. Despite the chill seeping into your bones, your clothes were nothing short of ethereal. A traditional white wedding dress, floor-length with a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt, would've been given more justice if the wearer was not frozen in time. The laces and beadwork detailing were reminiscent of sakura petals, with a sweetheart neckline and cap sleeves.

You're holding a bouquet of roses mixed with sakura...

Just like you, Kamisato Ayato always had a good eye for aesthetics. 

It's a shame the little life left in his eyes was wilting away.

It's a shame that this wedding never happened.

It's a shame you told him you needed more time to think.

It's a shame you're frozen in time.

However...

As long as a hand still reaches out for him, he'll do anything to grasp it. And Yaoshi has plenty to reach for.

With that, using the blood of the Vidyadhara he had slain, he summoned his new Aeon.

One that he does not particularly believe in. And if he had never placed his blind faith in the Shogun, he doubts he would do the same in Yaoshi.

So, Aeon of Abundance, with the former High Elder's blood on his hands...

Prove him wrong.

"Abundance, heed my pleas,

Repay my anguished cries.

Abundance, stir this bereft peace,

Awaken love from death's disguise."

Bring his soon-to-be Kamisato (Y/n) back to him.

[tylerxrbtwhp]

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Let's just get straight into it, these are listed for myself and I don't care if anyone dislikes it. Apologies if it sounded harsh. Pierro Petty Desire https://www.tumblr.com/shumidehiro/691819219914047488/petty-desire?source=share [No Name] https://serendipityandbenevolence.tumblr.com/post/714813368772509696/pierro-x-reader-gn-in-sagau-im-rushing-this-one

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[No Name] https://seakicker.tumblr.com/post/693633157162057728/m-maybe-pierro-with-fertility-goddess-pls-hear

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