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hello! this is my first time to request something, can you write overstimulation for sae or rin? (or other bllk characters if you want). like make them get soo ruined, leg shaking, crying, and begging something like those :) thank u in advanced !
⸸ .ᐟ S ' G O O D FOR Y O U
「 pairing 」 male reader x itoshi rin / itoshi sae [separately] 「 content 」 overstimulating the Itoshi brothers 「 tags 」 amab!reader, top!reader, sex toys, anal sex, overstimulation (obviously), use of "daddy" (to refer to the reader) on Rin's part
a/n I love the Itoshi brothers, unfortunately Sae's part is more of a bonus and the focus here is more on Rin, but hope you like it! [unedited]
RIN always wants your touch, your complete attention and love so much that it feels like an empty hole unable to be filled. Like a cat, he slides into bed as soon as you push him, no questions asked. So complacent to you. And damn flexible. You can push his legs up to his ears after he can't keep them open any longer, spread wide above his head. Hold them there with one or two hands, the position giving you better access to his hole, and allowing you to see the bulge in his stomach whenever your hips move forward ── your dick rearranging his insides. He's fully exposed like this.
God, yoga really did wonders for your relationship.
Unlike his workouts or stretching, at this moment Rin gasps, seeming to struggle with each breath. "You’re making such a mess. Do you even remember how many times it’s been?" you say. But Rin's tear-filled eyes have already lost focus, his bad habit that you thought was adorable taking over too: his tongue lolling out of his mouth, drooling over himself. He was too far away to hear you.
Rin isn't the type to beg because he simply loses himself in the pleasure. You fucked him for hours on end, cum accompanying each thrust, dripping from his full insides. He can only mumble nonsensically, a complete mess, shaking all over when the heat is suddenly there again, in the pit of his stomach, ready to explode. And he doesn't want to cum again, even though his body throbs and yearns. He doesn't want to, no—
His cock jumps into his stomach, the head an angry red where blood pools. There's a growing pool of fluids collecting there; the last two orgasms haven't gotten anything out of him but a few splashes, his balls too tight to give you something—anything. But he couldn't anymore. He was so sensitive. He was always too sensitive to bear the provocation.
But you push him anyway, feeling his entire body tense, the already relaxed hole around you barely squeezing. "I-I'm gonna—" Rin whimpers, tries, the words barely pronounced. "[n-n-name]... I-I can't— I can't— ahhh..."
"Just one more? Just one more, come on, for me. Come for me again, bunny." You, cruel as you are, smile at him, gyrating your hips in a way that makes you perfectly hit that sweet spot inside him. The stimulation is so much it hurts, so good it hurts his stomach, where your cock seems to reach. Pushing inside him, forcing his insides, over and over and over.
"It’s too much, it’s too much, I— I’m gonna—" he's babbling, toes twitching, shaking his head as if in denial. But his body is obedient and responsive to you.
"What was that? 'Too much?' Come on Rin-chan, you want to be good, don't you? Yes, you do, sweetness," you smile as Rin nods, sweat running down his chest. "You can take it. Just. One. Ngh. More." You keep your grip on his heels, keeping him open as you pound into him, mercilessly, grunting at the delicious heat and the fluttering of the walls as he comes again.
Rin is now crying for real, lips trembling, a drool laced mess. His poor penis twitches and throbs and tenses, but nothing comes out of it. It starts to go limp, having nothing left to give. It looks painful. Rin reaches between you to hold him, his hands shaking like the rest of his body.
You think he'll try to ease the tension, maybe rub the burning away from his sensitive urethra, but he doesn't. Your obedient bunny is masturbating for you. Gritting his teeth, grunting and whimpering, something between a wild animal and sweet prey as he obeys and tries to make himself come again for you, trying to keep his cock hard and ready for your demands.
His green eyes roll back in his skull, his muscular legs bounce and spasm, but you hold them in place, abusing his prostate as Rin pulls himself through the pleasure and pain. For you. Wetting his entire chest and chin, squirting for what feels like an eternity as his entire body struggles to escape his control. Too much. Too much.
Rin gasps, seems to be relearning how to breathe, so out of breath that you fear he's going to pass out, "No more, I c-can’t feel my legs..."
"Every time you whimper it makes me want to keep going just to see how much longer until you break. Although, from the way your lovely cock is dripping, your hole all stretched and smooth, I might already have."
"Plewse—"
His hips buck and he swallows the rest of the word. Oh, he's going to pass out──
"Just a little more, bunny, daddy's so close to cumming, you're not going to let me down, are you? It's okay to cry, baby, you can let your dick go. Obedient thing. Just a little more and I'll let you rest."
Even if in the end Rin was completely in pain and unable to feel his own body, the ultra-sensitive hole and his cock dripping with no sign of pause, he would never stop you from taking your pleasure from him.
He was so good to you.
Tears, begging, obedience and everything.
+ B O N U S: SAE ITOSHI
It's been hours since you started playing with his body, as you lewdly called it. Destroying him, was how Sae preferred to put it. Some people often claimed to enter some sort of subspace when under continuous stimulation, but Sae was hyperaware the entire time. Unable to escape from your hands.
He lost count of how many there were. The toys pushed through the smooth ring of muscles, some so small they barely gave satisfaction, some long ones, which reached so deep that they took his breath away. One was as thick as your fist and Sae might have torn the sheets as he writhed from the overwhelming stretching sensation.
He's already forgotten how to breathe when you pull the powerful little vibrator out of him. It feels like his hole continues to vibrate even now that it's empty, the sensation doesn't go away. The tight ring at the base of his cock didn't help, only making it more cruel. Sae was at your mercy, taking an indecent variety of toys inside him, balls tight with release denied.
"[name]." His voice was low, rouca, the warning clear as day, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the way his hole fluttered weakly against a cabeça de seu pau. "You promised." Sae was shaking like a leaf. You tried to pull him to his knees, but he couldn't stay in position, having slipped down onto the dirty, sticky sheets.
He no longer remembered the promise very well, but it probably had to do with letting him cum after he took the monstrous dildo inside him. And nothing about you pushing your cock against his swollen, sensitive hole.
"Just a little more, I promise. I'll let you cum as soon as I have my cock buried deep inside you."
"[name]," He gasps, not believing you. You would finish off what was left of him.
"Yes?"
Sae's hole throbbed, his cock felt like it was about to explode beneath his body, and everything about him was sweaty and hot. The denial, the stimulation, hurt. But he still wanted your cock so badly──
"Yes... Please."
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how different genshin boys react to you sending them an "i miss you" message... while they are right beside you.
a/n: first hc!! also i jus realized now that there r probably no phones in teyvat... >.> oh well... consider this a magical phone au whehaha >:3
included characters: diluc, zhongli, alhaitham, cyno, kazuha, neuvillette, kinich, xiao.
verryyy sweet & fluffy fic. theres a lilll neglection if u squint, but thats only coz ur genshin bf is so hardworking ^^ they make up for it anw :3
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🐦🔥 DILUC.
"you do realize i'm right beside you..."
it was a fine evening spent in dawn winery, though you were missing one thing..
that redheaded, nonchalant boy.
he was called to do duties with jean and the others, leaving you by yourself.
at first, you didn't mind it, as you didn't want him to compromise his work with your relationship.
but he's been doing this ever so often.
...
when he finally returned from his work, it was already dinner time when we arrived, so naturally, you both spent dinner together, sipping drinks, enjoying the food, and talking about your day.
as he was talking about his day, you couldn't help but realize you've done nothing but miss him. all day. you had a sneaky little idea.
you got your phone under the dinner table and hastily typed out a few words.
"ding!"
"hm..?" diluc ponders why he got a notification this late.
as he opens his phone, reading the notification on his screen.
my lovely girl: i miss you. Sent now
his deadpan face looks straight at you.
"you do realize i'm right beside you...
right?"
you couldn't resist the growing smile on your face, and let out a little chuckle.
"i know, i know... but..."
his dark, crimson eyes looking at you, confusion slurring on his face. gosh, you forgot he was so... attractive. it was alluring.
"i haven't gotten the chance to properly be with you.." you say.
"but aren't we together right now...?" he shots out with confusion. he had a point, but, you mean't something different. you look back upon all those nights he spent working, all those nights you slept alone because he had duties to attend to.
"no- i mean, yeah we are, but... you always seem preoccupied.." you stutter while beginning your sentence. "how so?" he asks, fitting the puzzle pieces in his mind, understanding your statements as you go.
"i mean, you're always out. listen: i don't mind you prioritizing your work and all, but, i just noticed these past days.. i dont know." you said, hesitating at the last bit.
"no baby, you do know. use your words." diluc firmly said. "your attention had been... divided. that is all... but really, pay no mind to me, i think i've just been.. missing.. you. i really dont mind at all. your work is important, i know that... heh." you let out a fake 'heh' at the end so this conversation would be a little less awkward.
diluc stays silent for a moment.
his wine glass is still in his hand, but he hasn’t taken a sip.
"i see." he finally says, voice low.
you don't know if that's a good sign or not.
"...do you remember last week?" he suddenly asks, gently placing the glass down.
you blink. "last week?"
"you were under the weather," he reminds you. "and i made sure to finish everything i had to do before sunset, just so i could get home in time to make that soup you like."
your brows furrow slightly. you do remember that night. you thought it was sweet of him. you were half-asleep the whole time, but it meant a lot.
"i haven't been doing a great job balancing things lately... and i'm sorry for that." he says, not meeting your eyes at first.
then he does.
"but i haven't stopped thinking about you, not for a second." his voice is quiet and serious.
"it might not look like it, but every time i’m away, every minute i’m out working... or... whatever this job requires, i’m thinking of how fast i can get back." he pauses for a short while.
"to you."
your throat tightens a little.
"i don’t say it much," he adds, “but it's how i truly feel.”
you blink again, a little too fast this time.
he reaches for your hand beneath the table. his fingers wrap around yours with a firm sort of softness.
"i’ll make more time. not because i have to… but because i want to." his thumb brushes your knuckles. "and if you ever miss me while i’m sitting right next to you," he glances down at your phone and then back to you, eyes gentle, almost teasing.. "feel free to text me again."
"i’ll always reply."
📜 ZHONGLI.
"you miss me, yet i have not left your side."
the teapot had long gone cold.
the conversation had trickled into silence, though not uncomfortably. the kind of silence zhongli seemed to wear like silk, graceful, calm, utterly content. he was like that, always. able to sit for hours unmoving, watching the sky move while reading a book he picked up in liyue harbour.
and you loved that about him.
you really did.
but still, something about tonight had your chest pulling tight.
you stared at him from across the small table. the two of you had shared dinner, sipped tea, talked briefly about your day. and now... he was gazing out toward the courtyard lanterns, serene and golden-eyed, like some quiet painting.
you loved him.
and still...
you missed him.
a ridiculous thought. you were literally a few feet away.
but you couldn't shake it. so your fingers slipped beneath the table, and you sent a message.
my favorite old man You: i miss you. Sent now
you heard it first—his phone chiming gently. his brow raised slightly as he pulled it from his coat pocket and read.
then he looked at you.
not confused. not surprised.
just... soft. you hear him let out a little laugh.
"you miss me, yet i have not left your side," he said, voice even. thoughtful.
you gave a tiny shrug. “i know. it doesn’t make much sense.”
his eyes studied you for a moment, head tilted slightly, a soft smile on his face.
"may i ask what part of me you miss?"
you blinked. "what?"
he leaned in slightly, setting his phone aside with a deliberate motion. "i am here. and yet, something in me is not reaching you. tell me what that is."
you didn’t expect him to take it that seriously. your lips parted, but the words didn’t come right away.
“…i don’t know,” you said eventually, fiddling with your sleeve. “i think i miss how things felt before. when things weren’t so… quiet.”
he nodded slowly. not hurt. not distant.
just… listening.
“you still love me?” you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
that got a real reaction.
his chair scraped back gently as he stood. walked around the table. then knelt in front of you.
his hands found yours, warm and firm. grounding.
“yes. of course. i love you. with all my heart, i do.” his voice didn’t waver. “i love you now. i loved you then. and i will love you in all the time we are yet to have.”
your breath hitched.
“but if something in our time together has dulled,” he said softly, “then it is my honor, and my responsibility... to light it anew.”
you let out a shaky laugh, half embarrassed. “i didn’t mean to make it so serious. i just… wanted you to know. i’ve been feeling it for a while.”
he didn’t let go of your hands. didn’t move from where he knelt.
“then let me start here,” he said gently, “at your feet. not to beg, but to remember: closeness begins not in distance or time, but in intention.”
“...okay old man... you really have a way with your words... hahah..” you muttered, chuckling a bit.
he smiled at that, though he still questions you on why you still call him 'old man'.
“you may text me again when i sit beside you,” he said, standing and pulling you into an embrace. “but i promise next time, you won’t need to.”
and this time, when you leaned into him, his arms, his warmth, the steady way he held you...
you missed him a lot.
⚖️ CYNO.
“you’re texting me from the same bench we’re both sitting on.”
it was a warm afternoon in sumeru city. the kind where the air shimmered like a mirage and even the birds gave up halfway through chirping.
you and cyno were parked on one of those long stone benches near the akademiya courtyard. he'd just gotten out of a mission briefing. you tagged along because... well. you always did.
he was sitting stiffly, straight-backed, eating dried dates from a little pouch like some kind of ancient squirrel. hadn’t said a word in like 17 minutes.
you were getting twitchy. bored. dramatic.
so, naturally, you pulled out your phone and opened your messages.
my scary general mahamatra 🐪 You: i miss you Sent now
cyno’s phone buzzed. he blinked. looked at the notification. then looked at you.
you stared right ahead, expression blank, like you weren’t doing anything suspicious at all.
“…you’re texting me from the same bench we’re both sitting on,” he said slowly.
“correct,” you replied, still not turning to look at him.
“…why.”
“because,” you said, now turning to look directly into his soul. “you haven’t spoken to me in seventeen minutes.”
“i was eating.”
“you were eating in silence.”
“what did you expect me to do, narrate it?” he said, mildly offended.
you scoffed. dramatically.
my scary general mahamatra 🐪 You: u have emotionally abandoned me to the scorching sun and dry wind. alone. unloved. unfed. Sent now
he blinked again. looked back at the date pouch in his lap.
“…we are literally sharing snacks. i just handed you one three minutes ago.”
my scary general mahamatra🐪 You: and yet. spiritually, i hunger still. You: desert wife. forgotten. Sent now
“you’re not even FROM the desert,” he said aloud, glancing at your latest messages in deadpan disbelief.
“emotionally i am.”
“you’re emotionally unstable.”
“and you’re emotionally unavailable,” you shoot back.
a pause.
“you’re being ridiculous.” he says.
“i’m being honest.” you snare.
another long pause.
“…you’re literally on my shoulder-” he muttered under his breath.
“wow,” you said, gasping, interrupting his sentence.“i feel attacked.”
he finally turned fully toward you, sighing like someone with the patience of a thousand sages. then, slowly, he reached into the little cloth pouch again and plucked out a dried date.
he held it toward you like a peace offering.
“truce?”
you took it.
“…only if you say something nice to me.”
he blinked. “right now?”
“yes.”
“you look… hydrated.”
“…i’m blocking your number.”
he sighs, opening his phone to reconcile.
my beautiful ⚡️ You: wait come back You: you’re like the only person i let rest on my shoulder You: that’s basically marriage. You: you ate all the good dates i want them back You: nvm keep them You: i miss u
you don’t answer.
instead, you just keep leaning your head against his shoulder.
he goes quiet again, but this time… you can feel the tiniest shift in how he’s sitting. the way he lets his shoulder press back into yours. the way he doesn’t move away.
his phone buzzes.
he checks it.
Replying to You | i miss you my beautiful ⚡️: i win. Read just now
he sighs. loud. tragic.
“…i’m never getting my dates back, am i.” he sluggishly says.
he pauses for a bit.
"i miss you more, though." he replies after his disdain.
🍁 KAZUHA.
“ah… do you miss me already, my love?”
you were both lounging on the deck of the Crux ship, some lazy afternoon where the sky was pink and the breeze was soft, and everything just… stilled.
he sat next to you, legs folded, shoulder brushing yours.
your hands were close, close enough to touch, but not quite.
you looked at him.
his eyes were closed, face tilted toward the sun, hair swaying like it had its own rhythm to follow. he looked peaceful.
and that just made you miss him harder.
so you opened your phone.
my wind boy me: i miss you Sent.
a second later, Kazuha’s eyes fluttered open as his phone buzzed.
you watched him blink, read the message, then turn to you — his expression melting into the softest, most gentle smile you’d ever seen.
“ah… do you miss me already, my love?”.
he looked at you with that look. like he’d fold into you if you asked nicely enough.
“yes,” you said simply.
he laughed quietly, breathless and fond.
“should i come closer?”
before you could answer, he already had , moving with a poet’s kind of grace. his knees pressed against yours. his fingers brushed yours, then held them. he leaned in, forehead gently pressed to yours.
“and now?” he whispered.
“…still miss you.”
he pulled back just enough to look at you, lips tilted into a smile that made your chest feel warm and fragile.
“mm,” he murmured, “perhaps words aren’t quite enough.”
and then, without asking again — without waiting — he leaned in.
and kissed you.
slow. feather-light. like he was afraid you'd disappear if he moved too fast.
his hand came up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing just under your cheekbone as his lips stayed on yours, soft and careful, like he was memorizing you.
and oh my archon, he tasted good. like ... sunlight and.... sea air. in a good way.
when he finally pulled away, barely an inch, barely anything at all, he smiled again, softer this time.
“how about now?” he breathed.
you blinked at him, lips still tingling.
“…i still miss you.”
he laughed again, light and lovely.
“well,” he said, pressing his forehead to yours again.
“then i’ll just have to kiss you again.”
💧 NEUVILLETTE.
“i’m right here, darling."
it started earlier that afternoon, on your way back from the beaumont workshop.
you were just strolling past the upper courtyard cafés, arms full of books and pastries, when your ears caught the sound of some of a particular conversation coming from a pair of women seated near the garden terrace. they were halfway through dessert and completely, tragically unaware of your presence.
“—no, i'm serious,” one of them said, stabbing a fork into her lemon tart. “if i get arrested for anything, i'd want it to be in front of him.”
“the chief justice?” her friend gasped. “no way.”
“yes way. have you seen him? i don’t even care what crime it is. i’d do any crime if it meant being escorted into his courtroom.” you hear both of them laugh.
your steps slowed, just slightly. you told yourself it wasn’t eavesdropping if you didn’t stop walking.
"he could sentence me to 20 years and i'd thank him."
"same! he’s not just hot. he’s like… sophisticated hot. like, he's so tidy... he could be like a hot malewife."
"thats exactly it."
they both burst into laughter, the kind that made you momentarily question your own sanity.
you immediately power-walked away before you started questioning your entire existence.
but like. the worst part? they weren’t even wrong. you knew neuvillette was attractive. you just didn’t realize half the city was this feral about it.
and it kind of got to you a little.
you knew better than anyone. you’d seen the side of neuvillette they didn’t: the softness, the gentleness, the man who kissed your hair before leaving, who sat quietly beside you on foggy mornings, the one who carried the weight of so much but still found space for you.
you weren’t going to bring it up. you weren’t. that would be dramatic.
-
so by the time he showed up to meet you later that evening, looking all elegant and put-together and looking criminally good, you were already fighting demons inside.
"you're quiet today," he said, walking beside you.
you blinked. "mhm."
"did something happen?"
you hesitated. you didn’t want to say it out loud. it felt weird. but you were weird. so you did the next best thing.
you pulled out your phone and typed:
sir sexy judge You: i miss you Sent now
he looked at the screen. then at you. "i'm right here, darling."
you didn’t reply. just sent another.
sir sexy judge You: i know. that’s the problem. everyone else sees you too. and they all think you’re hot. it’s literally unfair. Sent now
he just stared at the message.
"...was someone bothering you?" he asked, very calmly.
"no."
"were they looking at you?"
"baby no, this is not about me, this is about you." you groaned. "i literally overheard two girls talking about how they’d commit crimes just to get arrested by you."
neuvillette blinked. "...pardon?"
"one of them said they'd do anything to be noticed by you" you mumbled, scrolling. "the other said she’d cry in court just so you’d look at her."
he looked like he was short-circuiting.
"...oh."
"yeah." you sighed, cheeks a little hot. "it’s not a big deal. it’s just… i don’t know. you’ve been really busy lately. and i get it. i do. it’s important. i just miss you. and hearing everyone else be down bad for you just made it worse."
a pause.
then.. he gently reached for your hand, warm and steady.
"i had no idea you were feeling that way," he said quietly.
"it’s fine, really—"
he shook his head, soft. "no. it’s not nothing. you deserve to feel seen. not just when i’m around. always."
he pulled your joined hands to his lips, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles.
your heart did an actual flip.
"you’re the only person i want looking at me like that," he added.
you blinked. "...seriously?"
"yes. always."
"okay well. just so you know. i do look at you like that. all the time. it’s insane in my head."
he smiled.
"good. then please," he leaned in a little closer, "keep texting me. even if i’m right next to you."
you grinned, cheeks burning. "you’ll regret that. i’m very annoying."
"then i’m looking forward to it." he chuckles.
📗ALHAITHAM.
"you’re literally right here, with me."
you were sitting on a bench near the akademiya, next to your ever-so-lovely boyfriend, who was doing what he does best: reading.
and ignoring you.
okay, no. that was dramatic. but still.
it was sunny. the weather was perfect. you had nothing to do today except spend time with him. and he had agreed to go out with you. technically. he even suggested this spot, which was nice and quiet and lined with trees.
but he also brought a book.
and now he’d been reading it for the past twenty-three minutes and hadn’t said a single word.
he turned a page with no shame whatsoever.
you glared at him.
he blinked, sensing it, then tilted his head a little toward you. “…you’re staring.”
"yeah, well," you muttered, crossing your arms, "i’m bored."
he hummed in acknowledgment. turned another page.
you blinked slowly. okay.
you reached for your phone.
my hot ai bf You: i miss you Sent now
not even three seconds passed before his phone buzzed on his lap.
he glanced at it. blinked. then turned his head to look at you, unimpressed.
"you’re literally right here, with me."
"mhm." you stared straight ahead.
another text buzzed in.
my hot ai bf You: i miss you like. emotionally. like ur here but ur not really here. You: and i am withering. Sent now
he stared at the message.
"you’re being dramatic," he said flatly.
you side-eyed him. "and you are being unboyfriendly."
"you knew what you were getting into when you started dating me."
"what do you mean?"
he gave you the driest look known to man. "you’re the one who asked me out."
you gasped. "because you tricked me with your pretty face. now i’m emotionally invested. and now... neglected."
he sighed like he was in pain. "...you're sitting beside me."
"but you’re mentally in chapter nine," you shot back, folding your arms again.
"and what would you like me to do?"
you glanced at him, annoyed. "pay attention to me."
a pause. he shut the book.
you blinked. "wait—"
"i’m paying attention now." he turned to face you completely. "go ahead."
"n-now i feel put on the spot—"
he smirked, just barely. "hm. not my problem.", he says, about to open his book again until you call his name out again.
"alhaitham."
"yes?"
you scowled at him. "...i missed you."
his expression softened a little. not much. but enough for you to catch it.
"...i know," he said. "sorry. i just got absorbed in what i was reading."
"i noticed." you said, smirking a bit.
"i’ll put it away. you have my attention now." he says, genuinely.
you tilted your head. "...fully?"
"undivided." he calls.
"you better not be lying." you say while scowling.
"you’ll know if i am."
"how?"
"because i’m going to do this...." he leaned in and kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then your lips. slow, warm, lazy. like he had all the time in the world and it was yours.
you blinked hard when he pulled back. "you weren’t doing that earlier."
"that was before you sent a passive aggressive text message."
you looked away, flustered. "it was not passive aggressive. it was poetic."
"mm. sure."
his phone buzzed again.
he checked it. looked at you.
disturbance (my disturbance tho) disturbance (my disturbance tho): can u kiss me again. for emphasis Sent now
he rolled his eyes. "needy."
"you like it."
"...unfortunately," he muttered, and leaned in again.
🦖 KINICH.
“…i’m right here.”
you didn’t mean to overhear it.
you’d just finished dropping off a package of materials while kinich was still negotiating pay. he was a bit behind, something about someone trying to lowball his rates again...
so you’d gone ahead. you thought you’d be in and out.
but then you walked past two scouts whispering by the canopy stables.
“is that the one always tagging after kinich?” you hear one mumble. “mhm. dunno what their deal is. they don’t even do anything.” “right? like, he’s a fuckin' legend. they’re just… there.” “maybe he lost a bet.” “nah. maybe it’s a pity thing. or he needed someone to carry his gear.”
they laughed. not loudly. not meanly. but enough. enough to stay lodged in your chest the entire walk back.
when kinich finally met up with you again, he didn’t say much. just handed you a drink and gestured for you to sit beside him on a flat stone overlooking the ridge.
he didn’t know.
he hadn’t been there.
he was beside you now, silent as ever, eyes trained on the canopy below while you sat with your thoughts swirling too fast and too loud.
you didn’t want to say anything.
you couldn’t say anything. it’d sound petty. or dramatic. or worse... insecure.
so you did what any mildly overwhelmed person in teyvat with a phone and feelings would do:
you sent a text.
my video game lova You: i miss you Sent now
he blinked at the buzz from his screen.
tilted his head at you.
“…i’m right here.”
you didn’t look at him. just hugged your knees a little closer and shrugged.
he stared a moment longer. then turned fully toward you.
“…did something happen while i was gone?” his instincts are incredible.
you pressed your lips together. “no. not really.”
he waited. didn’t push. just watched you with those sharp, quiet eyes.
you glanced down. “…some people were talking. just stuff. dumb stuff.”
“about what?”
“about me.”
he didn’t blink.
“i don’t think they knew who i was,” you added quickly. “they were just talking like… i was no one. like i didn’t belong near you.”
he stayed silent. unreadable.
you smiled a little. the bad kind. a fake smile. “they’re not wrong, really... you’re a whole mythical hunter-slash-legend-slash-dragon-wrestler or whatever, and i’m just—”
you gestured vaguely. “me.”
kinich didn’t speak.
you stole a glance at him.
his eyes hadn’t moved from your face. “what else did they say.”
you paused. “…does it matter?”
“yes.” he said sternly.
your breath caught.
“what someone says about you when i’m not around,” he said evenly, “is still something i care about.”
you felt your throat go tight.
he looked down, then back up. “…i didn’t realize this kind of thing was happening.”
you said nothing.
“i should’ve,” he added.
you opened your mouth, to tell him it wasn’t his fault, that he didn’t need to say that, but the words fizzled out when he reached for your hand.
his palm was warm.
“…i can’t stop people from being stupid,” he said, voice low. “but i can remind you who you are to me.”
you looked up at him, surprised.
he wasn’t blushing. wasn’t flustered, he was just... steady. like this was the easiest truth he knew.
“you’re not someone i keep around out of pity,” he said.
you nodded once, but he wasn’t finished.
“you’re not background noise. you’re not in the way. you’re not some tag along.”
his voice was sharper now, not angry at you, but at the words you’d let fester inside your mind.
“you’re the only person i’ve let this close. and that’s not by accident.”
your heart beat a little harder.
then he added, a bit quieter:
“…i miss you too. even when you’re beside me. sometimes i just… don’t know how to say it first.”
you blinked fast. “you just did.”
he paused. then looked down, like he was suddenly realizing it too.
“…oh,” he murmured.
you laughed under your breath.
and before you could overthink it, you leaned in and kissed his cheek.
kinich blinked.
then turned bright red.
“…was that allowed?” he asked.
you nodded quickly. “mhm. very allowed.”
“right.” he coughed into his sleeve. “okay. just checking.”
you smiled.
your phone buzzed again.
you checked the screen.
my video game lova: text me again if anyone talks down to you. i’ll be there faster than a geoshroom rolling downhill. Sent now
you grinned as you typed out your reply.
You: is that a threat?
his reply came fast.
my video game lova: that’s a promise. my video game lova: also.
he leaned just slightly closer. his voice softer now.
“...i want to kiss you properly. may i?”
you nodded.
this time, when his lips touched yours, it didn’t just say i’m here.
it said you’re mine.
always.
💨 XIAO.
“…i’m here.”
it was a quiet evening in wangshu inn, the kind where the sun was starting to dip, washing everything in warm gold.
xiao had returned from a commission not long ago, and now he was seated next to you on the wooden balcony, his arms crossed, eyes on the horizon, expression unreadable as ever.
the two of you weren’t talking exactly, but that wasn’t unusual.
xiao wasn’t really a conversation guy. which… you didn’t mind.
except you’d missed him. like, really missed him.
you couldn’t say why, exactly. maybe it was how often he vanished into thin air, maybe it was the fact that he always acted like he wasn’t allowed to miss you.
so you reached for your phone.
my hot yaksha bf You: i miss you. Sent now
you hit send, then looked away like you didn’t do anything.
xiao’s head tilted. he blinked, confused at the sudden buzz from the pouch at his side.
he didn’t usually check messages in front of people, but it was you. so he fished it out.
he read it once. then twice.
“…i’m here.”
“i know,” you say, hiding your grin.
he paused, then stared at you out of the corner of his eye. “…then why would you say that?”
“because i still missed you,” you reply. “being near you isn’t the same as, like, actually... having you.”
xiao furrowed his brows, like he was doing math in his head.
“...you have me.” he said it quietly. and very seriously.
you laughed a little, mostly out of surprise. “okay, that’s actually kinda sweet.”
he stiffened “i didn’t mean— i just meant that you’re not without me. even when i’m gone.”, he explained.
“xiao,” you blinked, “you don’t have to walk it back. it’s fine. i get it.”
he looked deeply unamused. “i don’t walk.”
you burst out laughing at that, and he looked confused again.
he was silent for a moment. the breeze shifted. “…i missed you too.”
you blinked. “what?”
he didn’t repeat himself. he just quietly reached for your hand, fingers curling around it, eyes focused straight ahead like he wasn’t acknowledging the contact at all.
and then, after a while:
“...should i respond by text next time?”
you nodded, letting out a little chuckle, lips twitching up. “yes. with at least three hearts.”
xiao frowned deeply. “unreasonable.”
you leaned against him. “you’ll live.”
he didn’t argue.
he just held your hand tighter.
oooof this took so long. hope you liked it! :P
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hiii curious on your take of gary’s backstory… or any ideas abt him in general ^^
Admittedly I haven't gotten a very solid grasp of what I'll do with Gary (despite me planning to give him more plots and relevancy), probably because my mind'a been occupied thinking about A LOT of other characters lol. I ESPECIALLY need to rewatch the synthos episode (even though I've rewatched all RS episodes multiple times it's still too much info to fully remember.)
But from where I'm at rn there are a few things I have in mind for taking his character (also there's some art I want to do here, but there's other drawings I gotta do first so I'll rb this with art later)
1. Keeping the trend of him being low-key a JERK. I think him being immortal for so long, combined with the Klorgbane incident, has jaded his (and especially the guardians) views on both mortals and immortality. He doesn't want mortals to get wiped out like what Klorgbane was doing, but thinks just one mortal is disposable (I mean look at what he did to the rules guy in Skips Strikes lol). And after Klorgbane's need for total immortality made him rot, both Gary and the guardians are a lot more paranoid about who gets immortality, thus why Skips needs to perform rituals and crap. (And why they aren't hesitant to kill Skips if they feel he's not being up to code.)
2. Both him and the guardians are rather prideful, though honestly Gary moreso cause he doesn't live with the guilt of the Klorgbane incident. They sort of have a reputation to keep up as these big✨ graceful ✨gods. Hence why they are so damn petty about even losing a simple bowling tournament, and willing to compromise mortal souls over it. (At this point Gary's not just low-key a jerk HE IS FULLY A JERK)
3. Between him and the guardians, Gary's the more redeemable one, generally being less jaded from k l o r g b a n e. Despite him and Skips being detached for a while at first, they do reach more of an understanding, and Gary tries to improve on his attitude and be more sympathetic towards both Skips and mortals (Gary working minimum wage core in that one comic issue). Though no matter Gary's attitude, Skips would deal with it anyway because he WILL make sure Klorgbane never hurts anyone again (but actually becoming friendly with Gary is a nice bonus lol.)
4. Again, I need to rewatch Gary's Synthesizer, but I would like to use the location more in plots, going more into the world and Gary's long winded past. And by extent, have Gary interacting with certain characters besides Skips (Techmo, Pam, Celia, and the general park crew come to mind).
Thanks for the ask! If you have any thoughts to add to this or perhaps any ideas you'd like to see me go with, be sure to lmk! Love the things you've done with him!
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Hello again 😊
Thank you for responding to my ask! As I read your response, I can't help but also ask for the other ocs you have that are related both in TEC and NWCC^^ Curiosity will kill me eventually XD Sorry if I'm nosy...
AUGHHH you're way too kind, Anon!!! Also SO, so sorry about the late response, took a little break from Tumblr.
I'll try to keep this post shorter since Cici is my main OC and the others rarely get mentioned by anyone other than myself.
Apologies in advance, I don't do reference sheets so these are just random doodles of my OCs I've made during the last couple of months :')
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Jamie Mary Dickey, Jamie is their chosen name.
Bill and Tommy/Jane's older nonbinary sibling. As you can guess, Jamie and Bill have a terrible relationship due to them being trans. I won't get super into their story since it's mostly angst, but they were actually my first Eltingville OC!
Logan Walton Andrews, my beloved autistic boykisser.
He's a spin on the "smart kid" trope, but the type of smart where they build rockets in their backyard and could probably find a cure to cancer in a few days tops. Logan should've graduated in Junior year but his mom insisted he stay in school to make some friends, he's a sweetheart but misses social cues often.
Zephaniah Harlow Bachman, but he goes by Zeph or just "Z" for short.
An ex Amish kid, has a slight accent due to his first language being Pennsylvania Dutch. Once he left his community and settled into Eltingville he ended up going down a conspiracy theorist rabbit hole and is now convinced he's being watched, being a mentally ill kid certainly doesn't help.
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Then there are two OCs who I still haven't gotten around to drawing or even naming, I just have basic ideas of what I wanna do with them.
One is your typical bully character, since I sorta need one for story purposes. The other is this bald punk guy who I plan on making related to Jaybird, he's more of a self-indulgent character for me.
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I think that's pretty much everything? I'll be honest, I don't really like talking about my OCs on my blog but figured doing it at least once won't hurt. Hell, maybe I'll make one of those RP blogs for Cici or something since my friends are doing that with their characters.
Thanks for the ask once again! If anyone wants to talk about their TEC/NCC OCs, then my DMs are always open.
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💜💜💜
#properly using tags for once#ask#anon ask#eltingville club oc#the eltingville club#eltingville#northwest comix collective#info dump#oc dump#short rambles#ty for the ask!!#ty for the kind words!!!
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your in my mind YOUR IN MY MINDDDD
Currently I've planned for main story people to have powers. I haven't decided on everyone's abilities yet. I might make Lukey powerless. (The only character in this au who for sure doesn't have powers is Seawatt) Ooo, favourites hmmm. I really like Ros's, I don't think I've ever seen this before. I've seen plenty of ideas where things can levitate, or people can make barriers, but when I was coming up with her powers I specifically was like, what would help with building? MASSIVE HANDS. And so it's fun to play around with. Okay, so, we don't know Sneeg's actual height! In this people are straight up born with superpowers, and if you have a kid that's always switching size, you don't know how big he is. Because there's no default. His power isn't the size itself, it's the action of switching. Typically Sneeg's favorite/ default/ everyday heights are 6'5 and 5'5, which puts him being either taller than Clown, or shorter than Ros. If we're talking extremes, he prefers to be smaller! It's much harder to get around when he's too big, and he likes that people will just scoop him up and give him rides. Typically if he's big, it's either to threaten someone, or if he's feeling protective of his friends! (He'll also make himself just slightly taller than Clown to piss him off). Sneeg doesn't necessarily have tunnels in his house. But he does have a very secure path to the sewers, which connects to the tiny labyrinth he's made in Phil's house. He also has little pockets scattered around, because he doesn't have a room, and so instead he'll have little spots to sleep just, under the couch, or in a cabinet.
Ros does use her ability! She's in school to be an architect and tends to work personally and oversee whatever build projects she does. Her superpower was made up with the idea of her working in the construction scene, because that's what it's perfect for. She can block debree, and pick people up, and move heavy things without issue. But she doesn't use her power that much outside of work and heroing. It's just a bit too in the way. She will however just use it as a chair, and just sit hovering in the air, or zip over the roads to get places faster.
Clown, from his team he prefers Ros's. Mostly just to move around, but also to keep people from running away. It also lets him get a good vantage point on things (like he does in the fic with owen). Foolish's just isn't as useful for his fighting style, and Sneeg's he uses often enough, but it's very disorienting to shift sizes mid fight, and will usually feel a bit nauseous when he does it (he mostly borrows Sneeg's power at home because he's very clumsy using it and that's where he feels safe to be vulnerable) however he does occasionally shrink a bit to avoid a hit before going back to normal. (Your idea of Clown changing sizes for the first time intrigues me SOOO MUCHHH, thinking massive thoughts). HOWEVER, his FAVORITE power is Bad's. Badboyhalo can manipulate shadows, travel through them and turn into a shadow demon that can fly. Clown steals it whenever he gets the chance, and mostly just uses it to appears in shadowy corners to be ominous. Losa do cuddle. They are BIG cuddlers. And I think I showed that in the fic (they just casually hold hands and lean on each other). Clown tends to be a bit more aversed to touch (especially positive touch. Like, he's way more chill with Sneeg punching him than he is with ros hugging him) and so Ros and Sneeg have gotten very in the habit of asking him if they can touch him. Sneeg fucking LOVES hanging out with Ros, he loves getting carried by her, sometimes he'll take naps in her hair. In return he'll go big to give her massive bear hugs. Whenever Clown is chill with touch, he's very clingy, and it's common to see Sneeg walking around with Clown just hanging off his side. Or even giving Ros a piggyback. Clown and Ros I'd say cuddle cuddle the most. Like if Ros is just, on her phone Clown will just basically lay on top of her and chill.
Uhhhhh, whatever you like, but you have Sneeg and Ros rn, so maybe Ros holding tiny Sneeg?
Also you got the vibe of the giant hand perfectly. Sneeg does go big, and high-fives are attempted. It's hard though when he can't physically see the hand. Clown will regularly just pick Sneeg up and flip him upside down to chastise him, and then Sneeg just goes small to escape.
I may or may not be very insane about your trsmp superhero au on Ao3
I need to hear more about everyone from the Kingdom of Fools. Stuff like their powers and the intricacies of them. Their fighting styles, how each person treats combat, as well as if/how it differs when they're fighting alone or with a team.
I know we got to see a bit of them all fighting/working together in the prequel fic but I desperately want to see a full fledged fight scene with all of them. I wanna know how they work together as a team and if they have any sick ass combo moves they do.
God I love superhero aus so much I'm normal i promise
Okay, this got me so excited, so this is really long. I love talking about my sillies. I am also including Zam in this list because she joins the team later on. Owen has been omitted because he isn't as fleshed out.
Some of this is just straight up copy pasted from my master doc, so you get the official power descriptions and the little names I have for them.
Foolish: King | Fountain of Youth - Can control the water around him. This can lift him into the air, attack people (most commonly shaped into a whip), or soften his landing. As well as this he can breathe underwater and heal (mostly himself, although it can help others even if it is much weaker) people
In fights he tends to do his best to stay away from his teammates, his power while not necessarily destructive is definitely hindering to them. Most often he’s up against Bad, and it’s mostly a goal of keeping him contained. However he’s always close enough in case his friends need help, because he can pretty efficiently heal them or just wash them away down a separate alley. He’s very, very controlled with his powers. Foolish has the issue of being a bit too op, and so he has to dial back all the time, or else he risks destroying the entire city's plumbing system. However this does not stop him from being a feral destructive bastard, as seen with Owen and his fights with Bad.
If we’re talking fighting style he’s very reckless and brash. He’s aware he can just heal himself so he tends not to care about how much he gets hit. He’s also very good at running. One of his favourite tactics is to goad someone into fighting him and then just being a total nuisance by swimming away. Or alternatively, if someone is running away from him he’ll just create a wave of water to send them back towards him.
If he’s fighting in a team then he’s almost entirely relying on them to protect him. Most of his friends are geared towards being very good protection, so often enough if he’s fighting with someone then he’ll be on the offense while they’re on the defense. He most often fights with Ros (she can keep up with him the best, and just straight up block hits without putting herself in danger) and Zam (him and Zam are a killer team because Foolish can do so much bullshit with water, and then Zam just makes it worse by freezing it. You thought getting smacked by a whip was bad? Well now there’s shard of ice in it too).
Ros Cumber: Architect | Guardian’s Fist - Can use her hands to mime and summon two massive (roughly the size of a single bed) invisible hands, which she can use to pick things up (disregarding gravity) and shield things.
Ros always acts as support. She can basically fly, so she tends to flit around and help whoever needs helping. One thing to note, whatever she wants her hand to do, she has to9 make the same motion with her real hand. Her power at first glance doesn’t seem that intimidating, because all she can really do is pick stuff up and block blows, but then you think about the fact that it’s a hand and that it can crush things. So, yes, Ros has absolutely just grabbed someone and killed them by crushing all the bones in their body. She’s the third best fighter in the group (Clown is first and Sneeg is second) but she’s not necessarily on the attack. Most of their enemies are pretty friendly with her anyways. So usually she’s there to drag someone who’s hurt out of the way, or to defend her friends. It works out great because she doesn’t have to be close to people either to help.
Usually her fighting style is to keep people away from her. She can't really take too many hits, but she has the pros of an invisible shield to protect her as well as the ability to pick up whoever is coming at her and just throw them away. If she’s forced into close combat she has a spear that Sneeg made her, and she’s very fast and nimble with it. It can also create a shockwave that temporarily paralyzes everyone within a ten foot radius of her, so if she’s in a real pickle that can help her.
Clownpierce: Archmage | Ability: Half a Cat - Can borrow people's physical (as in cannot be a mental effect) powers, this splits the ability between the both of them, essentially making it a weaker diluted version. Clown must touch the person for the effect to start, and can focus more of their power towards himself the more contact he has.
Clown gets very laser focused, so he doesn’t really notice his teammates.He doesn’t tend to mess around or play, when he fights his goal is to win and that’s it. Typically his strategy is to pick someone and stay on them. His power is very dependent on whoever is around him, and if they even have a power he can steal, so he arguably relies on his ability the least out of the group. Usually though, he’ll try to stay close to his friends, so that in case he needs it he can borrow one of their powers. Alternatively, stealing whoever he’s fighting’s power even’s the playing field a lot.
Clown is a bit of a noodle. He put all his fighting points into speed and stamina. His strategy is to just not get hit. And he succeeds very well with that. He can run and run and nothing will stop him. He also has his scythe (which Sneeg also built :) ), which helps a lot, its main use is to hook onto people and keep them where he wants them. This guy is like a border collie, he’s just out here guiding sheep.
In a team he focuses on covering his teammates weaknesses. He most often fights with Sneeg and Ros, and those are two people he inherently trusts to protect him. So he stops moving around so much and instead will go on the defensive. If he’s fighting with someone it’s because A) he needs the support. B) They need the support, or C) They’ve been backed into a corner, and so his main goal is to win the fight with help, and if that doesn;’t work, be in a position where he can easily escape with his friend.
Sneegsnag: Warden | Ability: Ant Sized Whale - Can shrink and grow to any size, keeping the same proportions relative to his size. His strength and speed also depends on his size.
This man is SO annoying to fight. Oh, you want to hit him? Too bad, he’s actually microscopic right now. Oh, you want to run away? Sorry, giant man is giant and will step on you. You have to understand that Sneeg can grow and shrink to ANY size. So yes, he will cling onto his enemies, and yes, he will be the size of a skyscraper. And also guess what? Everything is proportional. That includes injuries. So if Sneeg is giant and you stab him? Wow, that splinter sucks, and when he shrinks back down it remains a splinter. He’s very disorienting to fight because he’s just everywhere, one minute he’s giant, the next he’s tiny.
Alone he’s goddamn terrifying, because guess what? He only has one concern, and that’s the person he’s fighting. So you have a man who can easily crush you coming after you, and to add onto that he has so many horrible little gadgets. His trident not only stands but also electrocutes, it’s like a pointy stun batton. He has rocket boots and his cape can be a parachute, this man can essentially fly. He doesn’t really care about getting hit, he’s goddamn tanky, and also stupid fast and sneaky. It doesn’t matter if he misses half his hits when he’s still going with no sign of stopping.
Team-wise, he’s a meat shield. He knows and loves this position, and will gladly shield his friends with his body. He’s always keeping an eye out and is ready to go help his friends. And if things are truly dire he’ll turn giant and just pick them up. There’s no one he specifically fights with the most, he’s kind of in charge of making sure everyone’s okay.
Zam: Prince/ Princess | Ice’s Touch - Can create and control ice. Can just put a small layer of snow over things, or create massive spikes to skate on (this ice does not melt). Is immune to the cold and can often make the temperature drop around her.
Zam is fairly new to the group and so doesn’t have an exact placement, but he’s one of the heavy hitters and tends to rely on teamwork. Usually her power is used to move quick, get to a higher altitude, and stab people with ice. She’s slippery, and can also very easily just create a wall of ice to protect himself.
Usually he gets paired up with Foolish and Sneeg, this is mostly because he's Sneeg’s apprentice, and she and Foolish just really fit well together. Zam’s main purpose with people who aren’t Foolish is his speed, because he can pretty much just skate everywhere. So she tends to give her teammates boosts that way, and will help Ros carry people to safety.
Tango Frags: Squire | Telephone Game - Can inherently know what people are feeling, as well as manipulate their emotions to some extent. This allows him to anger or calm people, as well as tells him their general intention and whether they are lying.
Tango doesn’t usually fight. The most use his power is is to make someone sad. Admittedly, he is not home often and isn’t trained in fighting and if he is there then he’s falling behind his teammates and letting them protect him. Instead he’s on the computer and works as their eyes in the sky. He tells them of any upcoming danger and news. Or, if the Fools need to interrogate someone, then he’s their guy.
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thinking about these screenshots again and i need to show other people
#i have more of other characters they're so funny to me#i love you gnome gemulets dialogue#haven't even gotten an hour into the game because i am emulating it on my laptop#and i overwrote my save on accident#and i have to hook up a controller if i want to have any fun#gravity falls#old man mcgucket
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thinking about how deeply lucanis' life has been defined by a lack of control of that life -- as he himself points out, even before the ossuary went and carved the headline out again with big bloody letters. of course he reacts badly to losing what little control he did manage to construct for himself even within those circumstances.
(namely: experience has taught him that things (caterina, loss, pain, love, all horribly and indelibly intermingled) will happen to him whether he wants them to or not and there's nothing he can do about that... but he gets to decide what's let in or out of his soul as it happens, even if he has to close it all down and deaden and numb himself out in the process. (even if that means he drifts further and further away from illario, who's been desperately reaching out and trying to keep hold of him until he finally gives up completely and tries to cut the bond all at once when lucanis doesn't seem to reach back anymore.) it's such rare well-observed freeze logic solidly constructed from the bottom up, I'm still so impressed with it.
the way illario seeks constant external means to cope with caterina's abuse and importance in his life -- he can't win her admiration or acceptance or warmth (or like. acknowledgement even, at times :') ), no matter what, so he goes out and finds those things in others and then disdains and dismisses it for how easily and falsely it's won from them. he plots, he conspires, he tries to beat her at her own game however clumsily, he tries. lucanis doesn't try things that way. he's not about 'how do I improve my situation' by nature, he's 'how can I stop this from getting worse'. he avoids, he internalizes, he hunkers down and makes himself nothing until the pain maybe ends. he's fundamentally not a plotter, he's a reacter. an expert assassin pantser, if you will, to illario's clear and stated exasperation fhsak. man I love them. illario says 'get us out of here!!! if you loved me as I love you you'd help me get us out of here before it kills us both', lucanis says 'there is no other place, there's nowhere to go, all we can do is endure. and if it kills us... well, that's just family. that's what love is (the way things are headed I'll die first anyway so it's fine I won't have to face losing you)', and they're equally baffled and hurt by each other's POV. but they're both right, and they're both wrong. there's no 'right' way to deal with caterina's treatment of them, or their situation. the house always wins, if you pardon the expression. house dellamorte still stands and that is what matters to caterina in the end more than anything.
it also fits so well b/c like... their core wounds are that illario is the least favourite and is constantly dismissed, so he has to prove to caterina again and again that he matters. not even that he's worth love or respect or warm regard, but that he's here at all and as such should be considered. he has to shout 'in case u forgot I EXIST!!' at the top of his lungs or else be rendered nothing within the family structure (and himself, because it's all about family, that's all that really matters. in some weird twisted way I think caterina openly declaring him before all the other crows to still be of house dellamorte -- and no one from house dellamorte kneels -- is kind of a victory for him, as much as it's also a furthering of a prison sentence and public humiliation. house dellamorte brainfuckery goes hard.). lucanis is the favourite, and it's the double-edged sword that he gets all the affection and attention but also all the control and impossible expectations. drowning under all of that constant stress and close evaluation, his brain whispers 'I don't exist' to try to escape, to hide and hold on to the deep parts of himself that are crucial to life but not part of the perfect grandson caterina demands of him as the price of her love.)
I think a lot about how what seems to disquiet lucanis the most post-ossuary (as it would anyone with that psychological makeup) is the dissolving of internal boundaries and control he's been relying on, which is part of what spite symbolizes. his anger and reactivity has seceded from the union to the point of personification as a little guy (a little guy he resents and fears for his unpredictability and invasions into regions of his psyche he wishes to stay frozen and barren, and yet cares about deeply, loves! and also constantly dismisses and frequently helplessly lets down unless he's helped to learn to do otherwise. does this remind you of another relationship in his life, perhaps. it makes me feel nuts to think about the illario/spite parallels thanks for asking), and now that little guy is out there running the show freely the moment he glances away or closes his eyes. literal nightmare scenario I feel for him so deeply. so much of his coping is predicated on being able to Not do or feel or want certain things, and that's out the window now, Spite has Opinions. Spite refuses to stay wisely in place even if that place is hell on the logic that if you move you could find yourself in a place that's even worse, somehow. Spite actually wants to experience the world, however fucked up and scarring the way he arrived here, not just endure it. Spite means he has to face that maybe illario wasn't wrong all those years, at the same time as having to admit and face what illario has done to him, and figure out what to do about any of it.
anyway. mary kirby ma'am that's some good fucking metaphor work. thank you, and sorry about all the shit that happened
#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#lucanis dellamorte#illario dellamorte#dragon age meta#back in the dellamorte boys posting mines. feels good to cry about them it's all so fucked and they love each other#very stupidly and badly but they do. lucanis would rather die than lose his cousin and he'd never make it happen by his own hands#anyway. shoutout to the worst take I ever saw in the tag that lucanis reacts worse to the city choice#because he's 'used to thinking he's important and that what he cares about will be prioritized'. I have. a microgram of understanding#because I think it was a post from someone who likes neve a lot and was tired of people shitting on her over the city thing (understandable#but wow. ok. I don't think you could have gotten that one more wrong buddy that's almost impressive.#that's the worst anyone has ever wilfully missed the point possibly. that not even subtext can't stop you 'cause you can't read#when someone is so wrong you're insulted you have to continue through life with their idea registered in your neurons#I didn't vagueblog about it then b/c I don't find that productive most of the time but here we are. hopefully the sands of time#have settled enough that the person never sees me tag rant about them even though their take was dogshit#I just need to let the annoyance out of my brain where it's been seething for like five months now lol#long post#anyway. mary kirby hit on something with this character I've never seen done before. and i love him#I literally wrote all this out from the moment I got out of bed. I haven't even had breakfast yet.#truly I have no control of my brain at any time it just. does shit and I have to live with it. why yes. there might be some.#personal resonance for me in this subject matter. do not look at me or perceive me please
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hmm. not sure if i should be more or less scared about vel’s fate given all the parallels between her and cassian. on one hand, maybe she’s the version of him that lives. the version of him that gives it all to the rebellion but also gets to see that sunrise. on the other hand. perhaps all the parallels are because they will share the same fate. And well….don’t like that.
#on the other OTHER hand....what if she's not even in s2 that much. like why main character in s1 if not main character in s2?#why parallels to cassian if not main character in s2?#(i say this knowing absolutely nothing about her screentime in s2 only that we haven't gotten much from our potato footage)#vel sartha#cassian andor#andor series
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DNI if you believe Kuaidul is some irredeemable monster. Not saying this in a "he did nothing wrong" way just to clarify. He blatantly did bad things I don't defend him for. I'm just very tired of seeing Kuaidul reduced to some pure evil monster when he was a complex character (and victim of the Creator's twisted "game") from day 1. So I just don't want to see it anymore is all.
#yugioh go rush#go rush#kuaidul velgear#not calling anyone out in particular#I haven't even seen this on Tumblr specifically?#I'm just at the end of my rope when it comes to this fandom for a variety of reasons and I wanted to say at least something#it's the main reason I haven't posted anything for it in a while#and have even pulled back on reblogging content of it#I'll always love Kuaidul though#I still roleplay him and he's even gonna be a main character in an upcoming fic I'm writing#and I think I'll continue using his frames as reaction images while I talk about the other anime I've been watching lately#which rn it's mainly Fruits Basket#just finished season 1 a couple days ago but haven't gotten around to season 2 yet since I've been writing that fic I mentioned#long ramble in the tags#I'd just rather talk about happy stuff on this blog#and go rush has not been making me happy outside of my small circle of trusted friends
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I started listening to the backlog of the Kill James Bond podcast (...thanks to @shapelytimber mentioning it on a Man from U.N.C.L.E. post I think)
I decided to look up the one guy the hosts kind of ~liked in From Russia With Love (it's Kronsteen. I *think* I once saw FRwL but it's been over a decade ago. So I did not remember people) and some of the pictures had Rosa Klebb in them and...
if Wikipedia is to be believed the character in the novel is "in her late 40s" but the actress Lotte Lenye was likely 64 or so during filming and if the date on the photo on her Wikipedia page is accurate, I think she was likely still made up to look particularly older/~ugly than the actress normally did!
talk about the misogyny in these films...
like, the one woman (at least in older Bond; idk about newer stuff) who is not there to be A Bond Girl™ and they made extra effort to make her look unappealing
(and, as mentioned on the podcast, Klebb is portrayed, subtly in the film, as a predatory lesbian :P )
#also. on the topic of the rare Bond lesbians (allegedly there are or at least were just two)#personally I think real person and Fleming love interest Blanche Blackwell from her Wikipedia photo#is more attractive and interesting looking than Honor Blackman#but I haven't gotten to the KJB episode on Goldfinger yet#...hi shapelytimbers it is a weird coincidence honestly that I ended up inspired to post about Bond lesbians#(I am aroace and nonbinary and inasmuch as I experience other attraction more or less bi so not myself really a lesbian)#(the instigating post was either about TMFU or Diabolik but I think it was TMFU ... even though I have only seen the OT3licious 2015 movie#but. i did kind of adore old David McAllum & his character's friendship with young goth forensic scientist on that 4 letter copaganda show)#...i think Rosa Klebb should get to be part of old woman yuri. as a treat.
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pet peeve: video games that give you dialogue options but they have absolutely no effect on the story whatsoever (and even the other characters' responses to your choice are the same either way)
#playing twst and it's driving me insane because#even the way the characters respond to my dialogue choice is carefully crafted so that it could work with either option#twst#twisted wonderland#don't get me wrong i love the game it's just#why bother?#the illusion of choice ig?#update: i recalled more examples#pokemon legends arceus#arceus#pokemon#shin megami tensei#shin megami tensei v#<- i haven't gotten that far in smt5 yet#but so far all of the dialogue choices had no effect whatsoever#i know bc i restarted the game to see what would happen if i clicked the other options#like trying refuse the guy walking me home#whether you say yes or no he's gonna make you come regardless#smtv#smt5#though i *have* heard that that changes later in the game#persona
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Hello, I just glimpsed your tags on a post and no pressure (I myself am. So anxious about this ask rip) but if you would like to talk about your trooper and bounty hunter cousins I would love to hear about them, that sounds like a delightful recipe for a character dynamic (like. Is one essentially betraying the other? Did they come up in a situation where they just went their separate ways? How do they feel about the demands of their jobs putting them at odds/how close were they???)
DO NOT BE ANXIOUS I CRAVE ENCOURAGEMENT TO YAK ABOUT MY STORIES 🥰🥰🥰
Okay SO my Ordo cousins are kind of a mess in the best way family can be, with the added heap of Mandalorian Family Drama on top. A good portion of the story for them came from me being really fascinated by all the lore around the Mandalorians of this era and kinda disappointed with how little we actually know, and then me realizing "hey I accidentally made my Mando cousins look a LOT* like the Ordo brothers completely unintentionally" and then my brain went a-plot-bunnying away and came up with More Lore for my stories that I really need to put down in a coherent form/document. But I had maybe three hours of sleep, I know if I nap that I'm gonna murder my sleep schedule, and my dog is chewing on my desk chair again, so that is not happening here today. 🤣😭
*I'm not kidding, I've changed Jaiga's hair and Devika's makeup/tattoos since I made this, but I mean look:

Accidental cousins go BRRRRRRRR
Aaaaaaand I gotta put this under a wall of text because I have Cannot Summarize in a Brief Succinct Manner Whatsoever Because Infodumping Is Fun problems and I don't wanna take over the dash. If this makes no sense, again, three hours of sleep. 🤣😭
Basic barebones (i say like a liar 🤣😭) backstory: Devika and Jaiga grew up as two of six of the Ordo chieftain's grandkids together and are basically siblings. So Artus Lok becomes Mandalore the Vindicated then turns around and reinvests Mandalore's loyalty to the Sith Empire, Jicoln Cadera falls out with him over it and starts rallying clans. By that point Jek and Rass' part of the family split to do their own thing on Makeb for Reasons I Have Not Determined (I try to be a little canon compliant) so it's just Dev, Jai and Jaiga's older brother Korvun left with their respective parents, and Jicoln shows up to talk Clan Ordo into joining up with his uprising against Vindicated. Their grandpa Kinkaid doesn't like being loyal to the Empire either but doesn't want to turn on Lok, but Devika, who is being groomed as a future successor to the chieftaincy, rallies the clan into supporting Cadera because they're all sick of being used and abused by the Empire—they're Clan Ordo! Their forefather was Mandalore the Preserver, close ally to Revan! He and Clan Ordo helped bring down Darth Nihilus! So why are they bowing and scraping for the Sith when all the Sith have ever done for the Mando'ade is use them as cannon fodder? Speech is awesome, Ordo joins Cadera's rebellion, and when Clan Ordo does something like that, a whole bunch of other clans follow them because of Canderous' continuing legacy of loyalty and honor. They're gonna start a revolution and get them the kriff away from the Empire once and for all!
Which. Obviously. Doesn't happen. And goes very... very... very badly.
Jaiga and Korvun end up the only ones in the chieftain's family to survive the Schism—Jaiga fought, Korvun was born for clan politics but has some mobility issues that make him prefer to stay out of the actual fighting, both have some intense PTSD from losing most of their family. At that point they're sixteen and eighteen and technically traitors, so Clan Ordo gets appointed an "advisor" (read: Lok-approved supervisor) to ensure reparations go smoothly. Korvun takes over the clan chieftaincy but is pretty powerless to affect much without the advisor's approval. Jaiga is "volunteered" as an ijaat-sur'eyir, an honor-seeker, to basically wander the galaxy as an exile, no aid whatsoever from her family or clan, and find a way to regain Clan Ordo's honor and her own. Basically, she gets Zuko'd into a quest to find the Avatar, but the closest thing she gets to an Uncle Iroh is Braden, who gets killed only like six months into her bounty hunter apprenticeship to him, so she has to figure all this stuff out on her own (well, and with her crew). All that time out there alone makes her really bitter, disillusioned with her chances, and resentful of Devika for rallying them into the Schism, though. Because what do they have to show for all that loyalty to Mandalore the Preserver's legacy? Everyone's dead!
...except Devika did not get killed in the Schism.
She managed to get away with only a few scars. She tried to get back and fight for Clan Ordo in the aftermath, but she got betrayed by someone in the clan who felt betrayed by her actions in turn, and ended up in a Zygerrian slave camp for two years until she managed to jerry-rig a transmitter and reported their activities to the nearest Republic army base. SpecForce shows up to clear them out, since they'd been using the post-Treaty of Coruscant chaos to expand their enterprise into Republic territory with Republic citizens, and Dev's efforts in helping fight back get noticed. The leader of Cyclone Squad (made it up for fic purposes!) catches on that she's a Mandalorian who escaped the Schism real fast, but she's a dang good fighter and she went out of her way to save innocent lives, and points her in the direction of Special Forces since she has nowhere else to go and clearly wants to fight. Dev picks up the name Mav Darmani out of worry that if Mand'alor notices her fighting for the Republic that he'll bring the hammer down on whoever is left alive back home, graduates top of her class from Carida, serves a few outer rim tours with Cyclone, then gets transferred to Havoc just in time for All of That Business.
Neither Devika or Jaiga know the other survived the Schism until they both start making the galactic news (for vastly different reasons 😬) and recognize each other. Devika is overjoyed that Jai and Korvun survived. Jaiga wants to kill her for everything that happened. I haven't worked out how the reunion goes but it goes Badly. They're fine as of KotFE (and happily reunited with their other cousins! I can't remember which one but one of the Ordo bros' codex blurbs mentions they were at Darvannis), but it takes a long, long, long time for them to work things out. They're a mess that loves heckling/teasing/driving each other up the kriffin' wall, but I love my mess.
#K8 Rambles about SWTOR#K8 Answers Asks#swtor#I FORGOT TO PUT THE SWTOR TAG ON THIS#WAIT I FORGOT JEKIAH AND RASS TAGS TOO#I TOLD YOU 3 HOURS OF SLEEP 😭😭😭#swtor oc: devika ordo#swtor oc: jaiga ordo#jekiah ordo#rass ordo#ooh i should do one for korvun too he's not a main character but he's important on the same level as quil is to my smuggler so#swtor oc: korvun ordo#i am so sorry this turned into LORE DUMP#if you think it's bad now wait until i start loredumping about aja or my agent chrysali 🤣😭#aja takes up so many of the brain cells but i love writing these two and their slow reconnection with their surviving family#and it gives me a chance to write stuff for jekiah & rass i'm definitely gonna take it. i love the ordo bros give me all the lore broadswor#(i loved them anyway & then aja decided to do a 180 on me by falling head over heels for rass so now i love them even more 🤣)#i was gonna try to post my agent's bio next since she's my imperial main/kinda-sorta second protagonist#but hmm. desire to post dev and jai's bios is strong#the problem with wanting to post these bios is i only have like a handful of year-old screenshots#because they're either all on the harddrive we STILL haven't gotten out of kronk the potato laptop (may he rest in peace o7)#or because i haven't played very far into their respective stories#because aja is PUSHY and SPOILED and INSISTS on me doing the ENTIRE STORY with her NOW#i don't have a favorite oc problem *whistles innocently at the tiny piles of art/writing for the others compared to aja's mountain*
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If there is at least one thing I can credit FE for doing better than Tales in localization, it's not trying to actively go out of their way for an entire game to avoid subtext or direct text between two men that is romantic or implied romantic. Funny when it's so present that the attempt doesn't even work; infuriating that it was attempted to begin with.
So as much as I often have issues with some of FE's localizations, at least they have a leg up on loc Tales for that.
#DCB Comments#imagine changing entire sentences and vocal tones just to try to avoid it#if anything I'd say at least in FE the locs just... keep what's there like#they could've toned Soren and Houses Yuri down and they didn't. they just kept their lines or in some cases#especially with Houses Yuri I'd say leaned into them#have to specify bc Houses Yuri got to keep his bi agenda. Vesperia Yuri had the unfortunate issue of#the loc not wanting to keep his gay and trying reeeeally hard to avoid it#including altering entire sentences to avoid any woe is them misunderstandings about men having feelings for each other#meanwhile Houses Yuri is free to call men cute and lo and behold everyone loved that for him#they removed and altered a LOT of Vesperia Yuri's personality traits#(including any ability to express real sadness or fear bc woe is them if he's not a cool edgy man)#but they also really changed his tone toward Flynn PLUS some of what they say to each other#and twisted it to make it sound like Yuri was either angry or wasn't actually emotional abt him#forget the way they brought Grant George in for the DE release and made him sound just completely DEAD with zero personality#like. I can tolerate playing Houses dubbed despite my gripes with it (story based stuff)#it didn't feel like they were trying to alter LBGT+ aspects and they even for some rly leaned into it#basically if you haven't played Vesperia Yuri is... really gay coded. the loc pretended not to notice#in fact he's queer + gay coded bc and doesn't fit male gender norms and the gacha games LOVE that with his hair/outfits#Rays mind you is JP only bc it was shut down very quickly in the west and Vesp Yuri's story in Rays is uh#basically it centers around Flynn he loses his shit to protect Flynn and they do the usual like#don't-admit-it's-gay-outright in fictional media by using the ''Yuri's important person'' shtick#but he activates a special power in the middle of utterly raging to get Flynn back from their enemies#funny thing? that game never made it to that arc. I was told in about five months the western ver would've gotten that#but in some way I'm glad it didn't bc who knows how they would've tried to spin that#It's BAFFLING to me how you can get characters in Tales like JAY but the locs shake in their boots at the idea of queer gays#but given how allergic fictional media is to admitting a male character is gay -gestures to Ike and Vesp Yuri-#I'm not surprised I'm just actually angry that the locs try to censor homosexual relationships as much as possible even when they barely ca#if anyone does know Vesp Yuri and is confused on why I'm calling him gay coded despite what the dub did with Judith feel free to ask#bc I do ship them a little bit myself! but I just recognize that canon wise I really can't see him as anything but gay-demiromantic#but again at least FE locs don't shake in their boots anymore abt same sex pairs including men (side eyes Lucius/Raven)
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I was thinking about reverse Batgirls some more and I think my solution to put Cass into a new position would be to stick Charlie onto the end, so the reversed order is Charlie -> Steph -> Cass -> Babs...
#dc#batgirls#charlie gage-radcliffe#i haven't gotten to that part in bop yet this is just a hypothetical#then again charlie's not as well known and she’s more a bop character than a bat character#on the other hand i think it makes more sense to consider her in there as batgirl even if it was transient#i'm not tagging the rest of the batgirls. only people who know who charlie is can find this post ajgsjgskggks
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so cruel to be stricken with blorbotions for a character in a mediocre source material. i love u ma'am but ur covered in bad writing grime!! idk if there's anything i can do for u....
#this is about honoria from the buccaneers and i'm in pain#i just need someone to tell me why this show parses like it's fully missing episodes' worth of plot and character development.#why do characters constantly reference events that never happened on screen#why do they think they've earned their jane austen angsty confessions when we haven't done enough building on any relationships here#honoria and mabel are quietly having the x500 speedrun of every lesbian period piece's plot without any of the emotional logic#like the writers really think they can have characters have fights and storm off and then.... without doing any scenes that show developmen#..... jump right to a ' i'm so sorry for the things i said. i've totally changed my perspective and gotten over this conflict. offscreen <3#guys.... guys u need to show characters interacting with conflict and mind-changing stimuli they cannot just whiplash between vibes#with absolutely no apparent motivation other than 'this is what has to happen next for the plot'#killing me over here. honoria sweetie i'm so sorry that an ugly ass writer's room like this would even say that oh my god#i don't even read edith wharton's works but i KNOW she has to deserve better than this adaptation is doing to her writing#||x sheer calculated silliness [ ooc ]
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Now that we're officially 2 chapters in and hitting The Meat of the problems in Howled, I have to restrain myself from babbling in circles abt the character analysis-es I've been doing on/using for Fjord, Jester and Eadwulf bc it has been a LOT of "I know [they] would not fucking say that but what are the exact circumstances that i can put them in to make them fucking say that" and especially in relation to tossing this grenade into FJ's rock solid relationship
And also I'm so happy bc like everyone in the comments is picking up on the fact of "oh no if Fjord would just be honest about his fears this would be fine, except there's NO way he would be honest in this situation bc of who he is". My heart is so warm rn.
#i love writing Characters and im always so happy when the situation is caused By Characters#and when people see the characters Being Themselves for good or for bad#dem speaks#this is kind of a nonsensical post#but I've been holding back the fact that Howled is not only about Eadwulf's growth#but also about FJ going through the wringer (of their own making)#and also how HARD it was to come at their relationship in a way that didn't feel stupid#and honored both of them as characters and people who love each other#and...yeah#i have a lot of thoughts and i want to say them all now#even though we haven't even gotten to Jester's pov lol#a heart that howled fic#for future ref: this post is after fjords first pov part 2 went live
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