#Have a bit of world building thank you for the ask!

[fangdokja]

Yoo, can I ask a question? - yandere (of course) tartaglia, wanderer (or scaramouche) and kazuha, with a reader who has.. a slightly interesting temper, that is, the reader has an unconventional, sarcastic, extremely cynical sense of humor) humor is the reader's protective reflex, maybe.. The reader is constantly trying to turn everything into humor,often makes sarcastic little comments even if at the wrong moment.. (but reader still manages to make people laugh) Maybe this is a bit of a strange request, but why not? (I just often see how in yandere fics the reader is assigned almost the same behavior, I would like to read something new, and besides, you are one of my favorite yandere writers!) I hope my request complied with your rules, because there are SO MANY OF THEM.. I don't even remember some of them lol.. I'll be glad if you accept my request! thank you 💋

Too many thoughts, not enough brain cells. Let’s see what happens.

❤︎ Synopsis. A chaotic whirlwind of sarcasm and unfiltered humor, you—channeling the energy of Gojo Satoru—navigates life like it's a comedy show. Nothing is too serious, and everything’s an opportunity for a joke—even when the world’s falling apart.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Genshin Impact Males (Tartaglia, Wanderer, Kazuha) x Fem. Gojo (?)! Reader (separate?)

♡ Headcanon. Humor First, Consequences Later - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 12,339

♡ TW. dom + top + older yandere, general non-con + manipulation, angst + tragedy, sexual themes

♡ Note. Due to Tumblr policy, all characters are all of age.

♡ A/N #1. This turned out longer than it was supposed to be......... but it was necessary for the build-up. So waha. And, this definitely has a different formatting and plot development style from all my other works (especially formatting), but that was done on purpose. And, yes, I'm putting this story in WITD, despite it's length, because of the formatting. Well, either way, hope you all enjoy :))

♡ A/N #2. Thank you for the support and reading so far, I appreciate it and also for taking the time to read the RULES. But, I have to inform you all on some important rules especially. As mentioned in my rules, requesters aren’t allowed to assign behavior towards the reader. For only MY works particularly, I agree that most of the behavior of reader is generally the same. Why? Well, simple, I hardly encounter self inserts with apathetic, actually not emotional readers. I lack book food. There are SO MANY emotional readers inserts. And even sarcastic sassy ones. I have no food. So I cooked my own food instead. I’ve read so many over the years, that honestly? The ones close to my personality are ALWAYS original novels with male characters. Literally Fang Yuan from Reverend Insanity cooks hardest, and even then there was that stupid part in almost Chapter 3k mark that I hated. Because they added emotions and shiz. And here I thought I found a true villain character. Small rant. But even then only he cooks really, both intelligence wise and even personality wise. No one has even beaten Fang Yuan in terms of strategy and intelligence from books that I haven’t created.

♡ A/N #3. I get it. Females are emotionally built, even biologically. But, I’m not overly emotional. I can act it, but feeling it? No. I can create other personality readers. I’ve literally written a lot of OC’s from thinkers to feelers so I can. But. Guys. I also self-insert myself in these stories whahaha. It’s not exactly my personality, but it’s still part of me. However, I’ll make an exception this time since I just released a new book, “Whispers In The Dark” for short stories. Since I’m actually a person who dislikes reading self inserts with mean readers of any kinds. This does not sound humble at all, but I’m not a mean person at all if it comes to commentary. I just keep to myself or keep my mouth shut. And I also HATE reading main characters with tempers. Probably because, I have a very mellow personality in reality. And emotions? Hardly feel anything tbh.

♡ A/N #4. Anyways so I won’t get mad when writing this, here’s basically a Gojo inspired Reader. Most ENTP’s (especially 8w7 and 7w8) are relatable to me, and I relate to Gojo a lot. Never simped, but I relate. But, next time, to anyone. I will NEVER be writing content that assigns a personality to reader. It’s one of the few things I have freedom in to just enjoy writing. I would honestly just get really irritated if I had to follow a set personality to reader. Yeah, I may write consistently the same reader, but that like genuinely makes me happy to write a reader that I can finally relate to. I hardly find stories like that. Much more in reader inserts. I hope you all understand. Kind of pathetic to say “I just wanna have fun”. But, it’s true and foundational to me. I have a difficult time writing if I’m not having fun.

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia (Childe) who first noticed you in the midst of a chaotic battlefield, blades clashing and blood splattering in all directions. He was there for his own mission, but your laughter—loud, sardonic, and downright inappropriate—caught his attention.

You’d just disarmed one of his men with a sarcastic comment and a flashy spin move, only to remark, “Well, that’s one way to make him stop talking.” Tartaglia’s first thought was: This one gets it.

The two of you had crossed paths before, but this was different. You fought with a ferocity he hadn’t seen in a long time, and the fact that you seemed entirely unfazed by the danger surrounding you only intrigued him further.

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia who you clashed blades with in the middle of a chaotic battlefield. The air was thick with violence and the sound of metal, but there you were, laughing through the chaos.

"Well, this is fun! Is this your idea of a date, or should I try harder?" you joked, dodging his ruthless strikes with a grin that could only be described as wicked. Tartaglia couldn’t stop himself from grinning back, impressed by your chaotic energy and your apparent lack of fear.

"You're bold, I'll give you that," he quipped, flipping his spear expertly. "But I gotta ask—are you always this insufferable, or am I just lucky?"

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia who first noticed you during a chaotic battlefield where chaos was your language, and you spoke it fluently. You both crashed into each other mid-fight, swords clashing in a brutal rhythm, but the moment his eyes locked with yours—amidst the blood, the screams, and the madness—he felt a jolt of recognition.

Not of fear, no, but of pure chaotic understanding. "Well, well, well, looks like you're not just another pretty face—you're a disaster in the best way possible."

You didn't miss a beat, "Flattery will get you nowhere, buddy. But I’ll take it. You really should work on your aim though."

Despite being enemies in that instant, he couldn’t help but enjoy the way you threw yourself into battle—your sarcasm as sharp as your blade. Every strike was a witty remark wrapped in bloodshed. You were an unfiltered storm of energy, and he couldn’t help but think, “This is the kind of chaos I want in my life.”

After the battle, despite the blood and sweat, you both shared a laugh as if you had just finished a light sparring session, not a life-or-death duel.

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia who being the chaotic soul he was, immediately clicked with you, and your shared irreverence made it impossible for him to hate you, even if you were technically enemies.

Tartaglia spoke with a handsome boyish grin, "I’m gonna need a drink after that, how about you?"

"Nah, you’ll need a bottle, pal. But we both know you’re a lightweight."

"You wound me."

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♡ Yandere! Wanderer (Scaramouche) who hated you immediately. The moment he met you, you gave him the most obnoxious smirk and made some comment about how “intense” he looked, like a lost kitten trying to be menacing. You couldn't help it—his dramatic aura was begging for a punchline.

“Oh, look. A robot with an existential crisis. What’s next, a lecture on how you’re misunderstood by the world?” The sheer audacity of your sarcasm sent a shockwave through him, one that made him freeze for a split second.

“I’d ask you to smile, but I’m pretty sure that would crack your face,” you quipped, and the cold, calculating expression he wore only made it worse. He stared at you with thinly veiled contempt, his distaste for your flippant attitude and sarcasm immediate.

♡ Yandere! Wanderer who hated you even more when you opened your mouth. During a tense moment of political intrigue, Wanderer was deep in a conversation with some high-ranking officials, trying to manipulate them for his own advantage, when you interrupted with a perfectly timed comment.

"Wow, these people talk more than my grandmother at Christmas dinner. Do they even hear themselves?"

The room went dead silent. Wanderer’s eyes narrowed as he turned to look at you, trying to figure out who this... jester was. Your irreverent attitude was a sharp contrast to his own cold, calculating nature.

"Are you always this... unbearable?" he asked, his voice laced with disdain.

"Well, only when I’m surrounded by such charming people like you," you replied, not a hint of fear in your voice.

♡ Yandere! Wanderer who didn’t know how to handle your complete lack of respect. He saw you as an irritating fly—one he couldn’t just swat away because of your sharp tongue and unpredictable nature. But that didn’t stop the twisted curiosity that started to bloom in him. Maybe he hated you, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy watching you twist every interaction into a dark comedy sketch.

“Do you always treat people like this?” he sneered, but you only shrugged.

“Nah, just you,” you replied with a wink, “but don’t feel too special. I hate everyone equally.”

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♡ Yandere! Kazuha who, unlike the others, didn’t immediately form an opinion about you. You met him on a peaceful evening, sitting by the fire as you shared a drink.

"Nice music, but tell me—do you ever sing songs about decapitations or revenge? You know, the classics," you asked, leaning against a tree with a mischievous grin. Kazuha blinked, momentarily thrown off balance by your unexpected question.

He chuckled, albeit nervously. "Ah, well, I do tend to favor more peaceful melodies. The world has enough violence, don’t you think?"

You shrugged dramatically. "Sure, but I think it’s just a matter of perspective. You’ve never heard a good ‘revenge ballad,’ have you? Something with blood, guts, and a sweet vengeance story?"

♡ Yandere! Kazuha who was calm, collected, and in no hurry to make judgments about people.

"You’ve got a sharp tongue," Kazuha remarked with a soft laugh, sensing the tension you carried beneath your humor.

"Sharp enough to cut through all the nonsense in the world," you replied with a smirk. "It’s a survival tactic, you know? Get too serious, and people start thinking you’re a threat."

Kazuha chuckled, but there was a quiet understanding in his eyes. Unlike Wanderer, who despised your sarcasm, Kazuha found a strange comfort in it.

♡ Yandere! Kazuha who spent hours talking with you—half serious, half joking—and by the end of the night, you couldn’t quite tell if Kazuha had warmed to you or simply found your humor amusing. He was neutral, calm, but there was something about your cynicism that tugged at his heart. Not in a romantic way—more like a curiosity about the darkness behind your jokes.

Despite everything, Kazuha found himself oddly protective of you, even if you were too much of a loose cannon for his liking.

"You really know how to push people’s buttons," Kazuha mused with a faint smile, sipping his drink.

"It's a gift," you replied with a grin, letting the conversation fade into the night.

♡ Yandere! Kazuha who didn't dislike you. It was more that he didn’t quite understand you. He found your humor bizarre—borderline morbid, really—but at the same time, it made him appreciate the way you could maintain your composure in the face of things that would send anyone else into a frenzy. He didn’t want to admit it, but there was something magnetic about your wit, your sharp tongue, and the way you saw the world.

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♡ Yandere! Tartaglia who couldn’t get you out of his head after that battlefield encounter.

At first, it was your audacity that stood out—who cracks jokes while fighting for their life? But as you two clashed more often, he found himself genuinely entertained by your wit. Each fight became less about winning and more about trading barbs.

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia purposefully pick fights with you just to hear your comebacks. One time, mid-battle, you yelled, “You gonna twirl that spear all day, or are we actually fighting?” He almost dropped it because he was laughing so hard.

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia who invites you for drinks post-battle as if you’re not enemies. “Come on, you’ve earned it,” he’d say with a grin. “I’ll even let you pick the bar. But if you poison my drink, we’re gonna have a problem.”

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia becomes your unofficial sparring partner. The battles become a game of who can outwit the other with sarcastic comments.

“You call that a strike? My kid brother could hit harder,” you’d say, dodging his attack.

“Oh yeah?” he’d reply, smirking.

“Maybe I’ll let him fight you next time.”

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia when he eventually starts treating you like one of his comrades. He shares stories about his family, asks about your past (you deflect with humor), and even brings you snacks during downtime. “You fight better when you’re not hangry,” he claims.

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♡ Yandere! Wanderer despises your existence but can’t seem to avoid you. Every time he’s working on some secretive plan, you pop up with a sarcastic comment.

“Wow, plotting world domination again? Don’t forget the evil laugh—it really sells it.”

♡ Yandere! Wanderer tries to ignore you, but your presence grates on his nerves. “Do you ever shut up?” he snaps one day, glaring at you.

“Not if I can help it,” you reply with a smirk. “What’s the point of silence when your misery is so much fun?”

♡ Yandere! Wanderer reluctantly teams up with you during a mission. It’s strictly business, but you make it nearly impossible for him to stay professional.

“You know,” you say, “if you smiled more, people might actually like you.” He glares, but the faintest twitch of amusement betrays him.

♡ Yandere! Wanderer when for the first time he lets his guard down, it’s accidental. After a long, grueling day, you find him staring at the stars.

“So, what’s the brooding about tonight?” you ask, sitting beside him. He doesn’t answer immediately, but eventually, he mutters, “Nothing you’d understand.”

“Try me,” you challenge, and for once, he indulges you.

♡ Yandere! Wanderer begrudgingly respects your intelligence. Despite your flippant attitude, you have a knack for solving problems in ways he wouldn’t consider. He won’t admit it, but he’s impressed.

“You’re not as useless as you look,” he says one day.

“Thanks, I’ll embroider that on a pillow,” you reply.

♡ Yandere! Wanderer when your sarcasm starts to grow on him.

When someone else insults him, you’re the first to step in with a cutting remark. “Hey, I’m the only one allowed to call him insufferable, okay?”

———

♡ Yandere! Kazuha meets you on a quiet evening, and your energy is a stark contrast to his calm demeanor.

“Do you ever stop being so mellow?” you ask after he recites a haiku. “What’s life without a little chaos?”

He smiles faintly and replies, “Perhaps you bring enough for both of us.”

Traveling with Kazuha feels like a comedy routine. You constantly try to bait him into arguing, but he just humors you.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you enjoy this,” you tease.

“Perhaps I do,” he replies, eyes twinkling.

♡ Yandere! Kazuha is the only one who sees the cracks in your humor.

Late one night, you sit by the fire, unusually quiet. “Even storms have calm moments,” he says softly, offering you a drink.

“Don’t get used to it,” you reply, smirking, but there’s gratitude in your eyes.

Your dark humor doesn’t faze him; if anything, he finds it endearing. When you jokingly suggest writing a song about a gruesome battle, he actually considers it.

“A ballad of bloodshed and bravery?” he muses. “Sounds poetic.”

♡ Yandere! Kazuha subtly encourages you to open up. He never pries, but his quiet patience makes it easier for you to let your guard down.

“You’re oddly calming, you know that?” you admit one day. “Like a weirdly wise fortune cookie.”

He laughs and says, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

♡ Yandere! Kazuha, despite his gentle nature, doesn’t hesitate to protect you. When a fight breaks out during your travels, he steps in without hesitation.

“Don’t worry,” he says, drawing his blade. “You’re not facing this alone.”

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♡ Yandere! Tartaglia who realizes he’s falling for you during one of your sparring sessions. You’d taken a hit—nothing serious—but enough for him to notice. After the match, he grabbed your arm, inspecting the wound with an uncharacteristically serious expression.

“Relax, Childe, it’s just a scratch,” you said, smirking through the wince.

“Stop joking for one second,” he replied, a little sharper than usual. As he wrapped the bandage around your arm, his hands were surprisingly gentle.

You tried to lighten the mood. “What, worried you’d have to explain this to my ghost?”

He didn’t laugh this time. “No, I just—” He stopped himself, his usual cocky grin faltering.

“You’re reckless, you know that? I can’t always be around to patch you up.”

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia who finds himself watching you more carefully after that, his playful facade slipping every time you brush off an injury or laugh in the face of danger. It’s in those moments he realizes your humor hides something deeper—a pain he’s desperate to understand.

When you finally catch him staring, you raise an eyebrow. “What’s with the puppy-dog eyes? You’re not getting sentimental on me, are you?”

His grin returns, but there’s a softness behind it. “Maybe I just like looking at you.”

For once, your usual quip dies on your lips, and the silence between you is louder than the battlefield.

———

♡ Yandere! Wanderer who starts noticing your distant stares during quiet moments. He catches you gazing into the horizon, your usual smirk replaced by an uncharacteristically serious expression.

“What’s wrong? Forgot your punchline?” he asks, his tone biting but not cruel.

“Just thinking,” you reply, your voice softer than he’s used to.

“That’s new,” he mutters, sitting beside you. When you don’t snap back with a retort, he frowns. “What’s going on with you?”

You shrug, deflecting with humor. “Guess I’m out of jokes for the day. Mark your calendar—it’s a historic moment.”

But he doesn’t let it go. “You can’t fool me with that act. Whatever it is, you don’t have to carry it alone.”

♡ Yandere! Wanderer who doesn’t push you to open up but finds himself frustrated by your reluctance to trust him. He hates that you make him care this much, but the thought of you being hurt—physically or emotionally—makes his chest tighten.

When you finally let out a small, dry laugh and say, “You really don’t know when to quit, huh?” he feels an odd sense of victory.

“Someone has to keep you in line,” he replies, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

———

♡ Yandere! Kazuha who finds you one evening, hunched over a journal he gifted you long ago. You’re scribbling furiously, completely absorbed, and he can’t help but smile softly at the sight.

“You’re quite the writer,” he comments, startling you.

“Geez, give a person a warning next time,” you grumble, closing the journal instinctively.

Kazuha tilts his head, amused. “What are you hiding in there? Plans for world domination?”

You smirk. “Nah, just embarrassing poetry about how much I love chaos.”

But when he gently reaches for the journal, you hesitate before handing it over. Inside, he finds sketches of places you’ve traveled together, snippets of conversations, and little notes about your adventures.

“You kept all of this?” he asks, his voice quieter now.

“Yeah, well, don’t get a big head about it,” you reply, trying to downplay the sentiment.

♡ Yandere! Kazuha who notices the way your humor becomes softer, almost shy, when you talk about the memories you’ve shared. It’s in those moments he realizes how much you’ve let him into your life—even if you don’t fully trust him yet.

“You’re more sentimental than you let on,” he says with a gentle smile.

“Don’t spread that around,” you reply, but there’s a flicker of vulnerability in your eyes that he treasures.

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♡ Yandere! Tartaglia who catches you off guard one evening after a particularly intense sparring session. You’re both sitting on the ground, exhausted but grinning. He hands you a flask of water, and as you take it, your fingers brush.

“Careful, Childe,” you tease. “I might think you’re getting soft on me.”

He chuckles, but his eyes are serious. “Maybe I am. Around you, anyway.”

You pause, your usual smirk faltering as you look at him. “Don’t joke about that,” you say, your tone unusually soft.

“I’m not joking,” he replies, his voice steady. “You’re more than just a good fight to me. I care about you.”

For once, you don’t deflect. Instead, you lean back, staring up at the stars, and mutter, “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

But the way your lips twitch into a small, genuine smile doesn’t escape his notice.

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia, as he’s walking you back to your camp, and you stop abruptly. “Hey, Childe?”

“Yeah?”

You turn to face him, your grin replaced by something softer, almost vulnerable. “Thanks. For putting up with me.”

The warmth in your eyes is something he’s never seen before, and for the first time, you seem completely unguarded. Before you can say anything else, he cups your face with his hand, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“You’re worth it,” he murmurs, leaning in slightly. And when you don’t pull away, he closes the distance, his kiss surprisingly tender.

———

♡ Yandere! Wanderer who finds you sitting alone under a tree, the sun setting behind you. There’s an unusual stillness in your demeanor, and he approaches cautiously.

“What’s with the brooding hero act?” he asks, sitting down beside you.

You snort. “Maybe I just like the dramatic lighting.”

But he notices the way your fingers fidget with the hem of your sleeve, a telltale sign of your unease. “You’re terrible at lying,” he mutters.

“Only to people who can’t take a joke,” you quip, but your usual bravado lacks its usual spark.

♡ Yandere! Wanderer who doesn’t say anything, just sits beside you until the silence becomes comfortable. Eventually, you speak again. “Do you ever feel like… no matter what you do, you’re just waiting for the other shoe to drop?”

The question surprises him, and for a moment, he doesn’t know how to respond. “All the time,” he admits, his voice quieter than usual.

You glance at him, your eyes searching his for something you can’t quite name. Then, with a small sigh, you rest your head on his shoulder. “Guess that makes two of us.”

♡ Yandere! Wanderer when the gesture catches him completely off guard, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he shifts slightly to make you more comfortable, his hand twitching at his side as though debating whether to touch you.

“You’re warm,” you murmur, your voice tinged with amusement.

“And you’re annoying,” he replies, but there’s no bite in his tone.

For the first time, there’s a genuine warmth in your smile, and he can’t help but feel like he’s finally starting to understand you.

———

♡ Yandere! Kazuha who notices the change in you during a quiet evening by the campfire. You’re holding the journal he gave you, flipping through its pages with a soft expression.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his voice low and gentle.

You glance up, startled, and then shrug. “Just… how far we’ve come, I guess.”

♡ Yandere! Kazuha who smiles, sitting beside you. “It’s been quite the journey, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you reply, your voice unusually quiet. Then, after a pause, you add, “You’ve been… really patient with me. I don’t think I ever said thanks.”

“You don’t need to,” he replies, his eyes searching yours.

“No, I do,” you insist, looking at him with an intensity that takes him by surprise. “I’m not… easy to deal with. But you stayed anyway. That means something.”

♡ Yandere! Kazuha when the vulnerability in your tone is something he’s never heard before, and he feels his chest tighten.

Without thinking, he reaches for your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. “You mean more to me than you realize,” he says softly.

You stare at him for a long moment before lacing your fingers with his. “Maybe I’m starting to get that,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

For the first time, your smile is free of sarcasm or deflection. It’s warm, genuine, and utterly disarming.

“I’ll take that as a victory,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“Don’t get used to it,” you tease, but there’s no bite in your words.

♡ Yandere! Kazuha, when the firelight dances in your eyes, and he looks at you, he knows he’d follow you anywhere.

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♡ Yandere! Tartaglia who surprises you one evening with a quiet dinner set up near a cliff overlooking the ocean. When you see the setup, complete with lanterns and freshly caught seafood, you raise an eyebrow.

“This is new,” you say, smirking. “What’s the occasion? Did someone die?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Can’t I just do something nice for you?”

“You? Nice?” you tease, plopping down onto the blanket. “You’re setting a dangerous precedent, Childe.”

As the evening wears on, the atmosphere becomes more intimate. The way he looks at you, with a rare softness in his expression, makes your usual bravado falter.

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia, at one point, he leans closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You snort, your cheeks warming. “You need to work on your pickup lines.”

But when he cups your face and kisses you, slow and deliberate, your witty comeback dies on your lips. His touch is both tender and possessive, a silent reminder that he’s already decided you’re his.

———

♡ Yandere! Wanderer drags you out of bed one morning, much to your annoyance. “I promise, if this isn’t life-threatening, I’m going back to sleep,” you grumble, rubbing your eyes.

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t let go of your wrist. “Just shut up and follow me.”

♡ Yandere! Wanderer where he leads you to a secluded hilltop just as the sun begins to rise. The view is breathtaking, but you’re still half-asleep and unimpressed.

“You woke me up for this?” you ask, stifling a yawn.

“Ungrateful as always,” he mutters, crossing his arms. “I thought you’d appreciate the effort.”

Despite your sarcasm, you sit down beside him, the warmth of his shoulder brushing against yours. After a moment, you glance at him and say, “Thanks. For this, I mean.”

♡ Yandere! Wanderer smirks, but there’s a faint blush on his cheeks. “Don’t get used to it.”

Later, when you’re lying back in the grass, the silence between you is surprisingly comfortable. He leans over, his fingers brushing against your jaw as he tilts your face toward his.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmurs, his lips hovering just above yours.

“Good,” you reply, grinning. And then he closes the distance, his kiss as intense and consuming as his feelings for you.

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♡ Yandere! Kazuha invites you on a late-night stroll, the two of you wandering through a quiet forest illuminated by moonlight. He stops at a clearing where fireflies dance in the air, their glow reflecting in his crimson eyes.

“You sure know how to set a mood,” you say, half-joking.

He chuckles, stepping closer. “It’s not the fireflies setting the mood.”

You raise an eyebrow, your trademark smirk in place. “Kazuha, are you flirting with me?”

“Maybe,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

♡ Yandere! Kazuha, when he takes your hand and pulls you closer, the teasing remark you were about to make dies in your throat. His hands rest on your waist, his touch featherlight yet grounding.

“You’re the most captivating person I’ve ever met,” he says, his voice filled with sincerity.

For once, you’re at a loss for words. Instead of replying, you pull him down into a kiss, slow and deep, the world around you fading away.

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♡ Yandere! Tartaglia when It’s been a year since he first confessed, and while you’ve spent most of it poking fun at his intensity, tonight feels… different. He’s pacing around your shared campsite after a mission, looking oddly nervous.

“Spit it out already,” you say, lounging on a log and stretching like you don’t have a care in the world. “You’re giving me secondhand anxiety.”

He stops, runs a hand through his hair, and takes a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking… maybe it’s time we made this official.”

You blink, sitting up. “Official?”

“You know,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “Us. Together. Permanently.”

“Oh, that kind of official,” you reply, your smirk widening. “You really know how to charm a person, Ajax.”

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia, before he can get defensive, you saunter over, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Relax,” you murmur, your voice dropping an octave. “I’d be stupid to say no, wouldn’t I?”

The relief in his eyes is quickly replaced by something darker, more possessive. “You really mean that?”

Your grin is wicked. “Why don’t you make me prove it?”

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia who doesn’t need to be told twice. Before you know it, you’re backed against a tree, his hands roaming your body with an urgency that sends shivers down your spine.

“You’re mine now,” he growls against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Completely, utterly mine.”

“Bold of you to assume I wasn’t already,” you quip, though your voice trembles as his hands slip under your shirt.

His laugh is low, almost dangerous. “Oh, I’m going to make sure there’s no doubt left.”

The next thing you know, you’re stripped bare, pinned between him and the rough bark of the tree. His mouth is everywhere—your neck, your collarbone, the curve of your hip—leaving marks that scream possession.

“You look so perfect like this,” he mutters, his voice thick with need. “Completely at my mercy.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” you manage to say, though the tremor in your voice betrays your bravado.

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia when he finally slides into you, slow and deliberate, your sharp intake of breath is all the encouragement he needs. His pace is relentless, each thrust driving you closer to the edge as he whispers possessive promises against your skin.

“You’re mine,” he repeats, over and over, his grip on your hips bruising. “No one else will ever have you.”

And as your nails rake down his back, pulling him impossibly closer, you realize you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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♡ Yandere! Wanderer, when It’s late, and you’re lying together in his makeshift tent. The air between you feels heavy, charged with something unsaid. Finally, he sighs and sits up.

“You know,” he says, his tone uncharacteristically soft, “it’s been a year.”

You hum, not bothering to open your eyes. “And?”

“And I think… maybe it’s time we stop pretending this is casual,” he says, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

Your eyes snap open, and you prop yourself up on your elbows. “Wanderer, are you seriously confessing again?”

He glares, but there’s no real bite to it. “I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” you reply, sitting up fully. “I didn’t think you were the type to get sentimental.”

“Only for you,” he mutters, his cheeks flushing.

You laugh, leaning in to kiss him. “Fine, fine. I’ll stop teasing—for tonight.”

♡ Yandere! Wanderer when he pulls you onto his lap, his hands gripping your waist as his lips crash against yours. There’s nothing gentle about the way he kisses you—it’s desperate, hungry, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“You’re infuriating,” he growls, his hands sliding under your shirt to explore your bare skin.

“Good,” you breathe, grinding against him. “Wouldn’t want to make things too easy for you.”

His response is a low groan as he flips you onto your back, his body pressing you into the soft fabric of the bedroll. His eyes are dark, his expression utterly unguarded as he looks down at you.

“You’re not getting away tonight,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” you reply, smirking.

♡ Yandere! Wanderer when he enters you, it’s with a roughness that steals your breath, his movements erratic as he chases both your pleasure and his. His hands pin your wrists above your head, his lips tracing a heated path down your neck.

“You belong to me,” he whispers, his voice trembling with intensity. “No one else.”

And as your moans fill the air, his grip on you tightening, you realize there’s no point in denying it.

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♡ Yandere! Kazuha, where he's sitting beside you by the fire, the two of you wrapped in a comfortable silence. Kazuha leans toward you, his gaze soft yet intense.

“You’ve stayed with me for a year,” he says quietly. “I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have someone like you by my side.”

You roll your eyes, though your smile is genuine. “Are you trying to propose or something?”

His expression doesn’t change. “Maybe I am.”

The teasing remark dies on your lips as he reaches for your hand, his touch featherlight. “I want this. Us. Forever.”

You stare at him for a moment before breaking into a grin. “Well, I’m not exactly in the habit of saying no to you, am I?”

♡ Yandere! Kazuha who kisses you then, slow and deliberate, his hands cradling your face like you’re something precious.

When he lays you down by the fire, his movements are unhurried, each touch a silent declaration of his devotion. His hands roam your body, mapping every curve as his lips press heated kisses along your skin.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispers, his voice trembling with emotion.

“Show me,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

And he does.

♡ Yandere! Kazuha when he finally joins with you, it’s slow, almost reverent, his movements guided by the need to make you feel every ounce of his love. His hands never leave your body, his lips pressing soft kisses against your neck, your shoulder, your lips.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his voice raw with sincerity.

And as the firelight dances across your intertwined bodies, you realize you’ve never felt more adored—or more his.

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♡ Yandere! Tartaglia, as he stands on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the vast expanse of the ocean, his mind races. He’s been with you for over a year, and it’s been nothing short of perfect, even if you’re still your usual teasing self. But he knows, deep down, that he can’t wait any longer. He’s made up his mind.

Marry me, he thinks, the words swirling in his mind. It’s not a question, not really. It’s an inevitable conclusion. You’re his. You’ll always be his. The only thing left is to make sure you understand that—completely.

“You’d be the perfect wife,” he mutters to himself, a small smile tugging at his lips. He envisions you, sitting next to him by the fire, laughing, living, thriving beside him. He imagines it all, and it feels… right. It’s what he deserves.

But the question is: How?

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia, as his eyes scan the horizon, searching for inspiration. The right setting, he thinks. It has to be memorable. Something personal, something only the two of you can share. Not just some grand spectacle that’ll make you feel overwhelmed—something that’ll make you want to say yes without hesitation.

Or maybe I should take you by surprise, he contemplates, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. A more intimate, private moment. No distractions. Just the two of you, alone, with nothing but his love wrapping around you.

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia, where his mind races through countless scenarios—by the water, under the moonlight, with nothing but the sound of the waves crashing at your feet. Or maybe in the heat of the moment, when you’re both caught up in your passion, when the connection between you two is raw and undeniable.

But one thing is clear: Tartaglia knows you’ll say yes. You’ll have to. You’re already his.

He just has to make sure you see it, too. That you realize how deep his love goes. That you understand the intensity of what he’s offering. This isn’t just a ring. It’s a lifetime of devotion and passion.

After a long silence, his eyes harden with resolve. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you mine forever.”

The plan is set. Now all he has to do is wait for the right moment to make you his wife.

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♡ Yandere! Wanderer, where two months have passed since that night in the tent, and Wanderer can’t stop thinking about how perfect it is between you two. It’s a strange thing, this feeling in his chest that grows stronger with each passing day.

You’re mine, he thinks, but now, it’s not enough to just claim you. He wants more. He wants you by his side forever. He wants you to carry his name, to have no other but him in your life.

There’s something about you, the way you challenge him, the way you fight him. It stirs something inside him, something primal, something that says, this is the person you’ve been waiting for.

“Marriage,” he mutters to himself. The thought comes to him like a sudden revelation, like the answer to a question he didn’t know he was asking. He doesn’t even blink. It just feels right.

But how? How can he make sure you understand that this isn’t just a casual decision? That he’s serious?

♡ Yandere! Wanderer rolls over in bed, staring at the ceiling. A ring? A symbol of ownership, of course. Something that marks you as his. But how does he make it clear to you that he wants this—wants you—forever?

His thoughts are a whirlwind. He knows that he can’t just come out and ask you. Not like that. You’re too clever, too observant for something so simple. No, he’ll have to make it special.

Perhaps somewhere secluded, just the two of you, far from anyone who could interrupt. He’ll show you his commitment, and then, in the silence of your shared space, he’ll make his declaration. A vow, a promise.

The problem is, he doesn’t trust himself not to just take you right then and there. The idea of you in a white dress, standing beside him, gives him a rush of desire so intense it nearly overwhelms him. But he knows that’s not what he wants.

♡ Yandere! Wanderer wants you to want this, too. Not out of obligation, but because you feel it, because you understand the gravity of what he’s offering.

But how can he make you feel that way? How can he show you that, even though he’s never been one for sentimentality, with you… he’s willing to change?

Wanderer sits up, his eyes narrowed as he thinks it over. He’ll need to be patient, let the moment come naturally, and then when it does…

He’ll claim you forever.

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♡ Yandere! Kazuha, where it's been two months after that night by the fire, his feelings for you have only deepened. He’s spent hours thinking about how to make the moment special, wondering how best to express his love. The idea of forever with you fills him with a warmth he can’t quite put into words.

You’ve been his muse for so long, and now, he wants to make you his in the most meaningful way he can think of.

The problem is… he’s never been good at this. How does one ask for someone’s hand in marriage without sounding cliché or desperate? How can he ask you to be with him forever when everything about him feels so transient?

♡ Yandere! Kazuha watches the wind rustle through the trees, lost in thought. The answer isn’t obvious, but it’s there, in the quiet moments he shares with you. He needs it to be personal, a reflection of the time you’ve spent together, of the bond you’ve created.

A small, intimate setting—a secluded beach at sunset, perhaps. The two of you alone, just like the first night you truly opened up to each other. He’ll ask you when the moment feels right, when the connection between you is so palpable it fills the air.

A simple question, but with everything he is.

♡ Yandere! Kazuha chuckles to himself softly. It doesn’t need to be grand. What matters is that you’ll be his, and he’ll be yours, forever.

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♡ Yandere! Tartaglia when the world slows, and his heart stops for just a moment, realizing that the blow meant for him has fallen upon you instead. You stand between him and the Abyss, your eyes wide in pain as the deadly weapon pierces your body. His breath catches in his throat.

"No..." he whispers, his voice broken as he crawls toward you, blood seeping from your wound.

Your lips curve into a sad, knowing smile, but it’s sharp. "Go," you command, every ounce of strength focused on keeping him safe, even as the life begins to drain from you. "Get out of here. I’ll hold them off. You have to survive. It’s not your time yet."

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia where his entire world crumbles. He can’t think. He can’t breathe. "I won’t leave you," he growls, trying to rise, but the weight of his own failure pulls him back down.

"You will," you say, your voice steady, but you can feel the darkness creeping in. "You will, Ajax. I love you... I always have." Your eyes lock, your gaze filled with such quiet resolve that it nearly breaks him. "I’m yours... but you have to keep fighting... For us."

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia before he can protest, before he can beg, you make your move. With every ounce of your strength, you grab the closest enemy and pull them down with you into the depths of the Abyss, dragging their weapons into the chasm alongside you. You force them all to fall, ensuring they can’t escape with you, ensuring that Tartaglia gets the chance to survive.

"Go!" you scream one last time. "Now!"

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia, with every fiber of his being, refuses. His body trembles, his heart splintering into pieces as he watches you disappear into the darkness. He screams your name, his voice thick with despair and rage.

♡ Yandere! Tartaglia, when you’re gone, when you’ve been consumed by the Abyss and he’s left behind, alone with the silence, he’s never felt more hollow. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since you vanished—days, weeks, or mere minutes. Time has no meaning when you’ve lost the only thing that has ever mattered to you.

But he will find you.

His eyes darken with madness as he stands, his entire body burning with fury. He will never stop searching for you. You think you can escape him? He will tear apart the world, the Abyss, and everything between him and you. If it takes years, if it takes an eternity, he will find you.

The ring in his pocket feels like a weight he can’t carry without you, but he will find a way to make the promise real. The promise he made to you. To love you, forever.

He stands, his fists clenched. The hunt begins.

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♡ Yandere! Wanderer, as his eyes narrow. "Stay close," he commands. The two of you fight side by side, effortlessly synchronizing your movements as you’ve done countless times before. You’re unstoppable—until today.

Suddenly, the world tilts. A strange force pulls at the very air around you. The weapons they wield are like nothing you’ve seen before. A barrage of magical projectiles rains down from every direction, each one more powerful than the last, each one seemingly tailored to exploit your weaknesses.

You’re fast, but not fast enough. Your energy wanes. Wanderer's face flickers with concern as he fights to protect you, but the odds are overwhelming. Then, one of them moves too quickly, too precisely. They strike at Wanderer with a vicious blow that sends him flying back. His body crashes to the ground, and you’re the first to rush to him to take the killing blow.

♡ Yandere! Wanderer, where you’ve fallen, your body slipping into the darkness to protect him—Wanderer watches in disbelief, his heart pounding in his chest as you’re consumed by the Abyss. His voice is raw, lost. “No… no, this can’t be happening.”

He rushes toward you, but the wave of enemies, their weapons tearing at the air, blocks him. His hands are shaking as he tries to reach you, but the moment is slipping away, too fast, too cruel. His mind is screaming for him to do something, anything, but the power of the Abyss pulls you further from him.

As the last of the darkness claims you, you look back. Your eyes are filled with pain, but also love, and the last words you whisper are enough to break him.

"Live, Wanderer," you say. "Live for us…"

♡ Yandere! Wanderer where his knees buckle, his world imploding in on itself as he screams your name. There’s no escaping the agony that claws at his heart. His mind turns dark, fueled by rage and desperation. How dare they? How dare they take you from him?

He grits his teeth, his hands shaking as he rises to his feet. “I’ll kill them all,” he growls, his voice hoarse with rage. “You won’t be forgotten. I swear on everything… I will make them pay.”

♡ Yandere! Wanderer stands, a man possessed, and the hunt for vengeance begins.

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♡ Yandere! Kazuha, where, just as he’s about to finally put his plans into motion, to ask you the question that’s been burning in his mind for months, everything shatters. The campfire crackles behind him as he watches you, your eyes catching the last light of the setting sun. He’s so sure, so certain. The ring hidden in his pocket, the words ready to spill from his lips—but then the ground shakes.

A flash of darkness tears through the sky, and Kazuha's instincts scream that something’s wrong. He turns to find you, standing beside him, your hand brushing against his as if fate has already decided. But the moment is shattered, ripped away by the sound of swords clashing, the sudden pressure of cold, calculated death.

A figure in the shadows, their weapon gleaming with deadly precision, lunges at Kazuha. A dozen more emerge, surrounding you both, their weapons crackling with malicious energy. Their presence feels wrong. Their faces are hidden behind cold metal masks, and their movements are unnatural, almost mechanical.

Everything goes wrong too fast, too quickly. You don't hesitate to protect him with your very life, shielding him from a fatal blow, from an injury that could've killed him.

♡ Yandere! Kazuha, where the moment he sees you fall—your body consumed by the Abyss—he’s frozen, unable to move. He’s never felt fear like this before, the way it twists his insides, cold and sharp. You, the one who’s been his light in the darkness, the one who’s made him believe in something worth fighting for, are now gone.

His eyes are wide as he reaches for you, his heart breaking in his chest. “No… No, this can’t be real. You… you promised…”

But the Abyss has claimed you, and he’s left standing in the dark, the world crumbling around him. His hands tremble as he drops to his knees, his voice barely a whisper.

“I’ll find you,” he vows. “I swear I will. I will bring you back. I will make them pay for this.”

♡ Yandere! Kazuha stands, a storm brewing within him, his resolve hardening into something unbreakable. He will find you. And when he does, there will be no place that will ever be able to hide you from him again.

The hunt has begun.

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The world feels like it’s crumbling around him. His heart pounds in his chest, and his hands tremble as he moves through the shadows, eyes searching desperately for any trace of you. He’s been hunting for days—no, weeks—losing himself in the search for the only person who’s ever truly mattered to him. The Abyss took you. They took his light, his love.

He’s driven, possessed by the desire to find you, to bring you back to him, to make everything right again. No obstacle is too great. No danger too perilous. Every step, every breath, every heartbeat is a reminder that he’ll stop at nothing to have you back.

And then, there he is. The Abyss Prince.

His blood runs cold, as he sees Aether standing there, his icy gaze locked onto the battlefield. And in the distance, he sees you—slumped, bloodied, barely conscious. His heart skips a beat.

“No,” He growls, his voice low and dangerous. His every instinct screams to run to you, to hold you, to protect you, but there’s a force that stops him. Something deeper, darker, something unnatural. He knows who’s responsible. It’s him. The Abyss Prince.

His hands curl into fists. His fury surges, but before he can make a move, a chilling, unbearable presence stops him. The world seems to slow.

Suddenly, a blade pierces his chest from behind.

He gasps, his breath catching in his throat as pain explodes through him. His hands shake as he tries to reach for the hilt, but his vision blurs. He looks over his shoulder and sees a familiar face—a face he never thought he’d see in this moment.

It’s you.

A mad gleam in your eyes, a cruel twist to your lips. Your posture, your expression, everything about you has changed. You’re no longer the playful, teasing soul he once knew. You’re cold, calculating, your emotions absent, as though the person he fell in love with is gone. All that remains is someone dangerous.

His heart shatters. His voice trembles as he gasps, “No… No, you—”

But before he can finish, the Abyss Prince steps forward, his cold gaze locking onto him. “You’re not allowed to kill him,” Aether says softly, the command in his voice undeniable. “Not yet.”

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♡ Yandere! Tartaglia, where his confusion swirls into a storm. He stumbles back, watching as you step away from him, the blade still lodged in his chest, before the Abyss Prince gestures for something to happen. You don’t just leave him wounded—you restrain him, binding him with chains, powerful and unyielding, until he can’t move, can’t even see. His head is tilted back, his vision completely restrained completely by the thick, suffocating darkness of the chains.

He struggles, his breaths shallow, his heart racing. He can feel the cold weight of his situation—the desperation, the helplessness that’s taken root inside him.

“You…” Tartaglia’s voice is raw with fury, with disbelief, and with pain. “What did you do to her? What have you done to my wife?”

But you say nothing. You only scoff, as though the situation is beneath you, as though the man you once knew no longer matters. There’s no playfulness, no warmth, just a chilling, vacant emptiness where your love once was.

Tartaglia’s mind races. This can’t be happening. His wife—his wife—has been manipulated. He knows it. This is all the Abyss’ doing. You’re not like this. They’ve broken you, twisted you, made you into something else. They’ve taken you from him.

His frustration boils over, but he’s helpless. “I’ll kill him,” he growls through clenched teeth. “I’ll kill the Abyss Prince for what he’s done to you.”

But even as the words leave his mouth, he can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong—everything is wrong. He can’t focus. His mind is too clouded, too confused. All he wants is you back. And he’ll stop at nothing to have you again. Even if it means destroying everything in his path.

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♡ Yandere! Wanderer, where the madness is overwhelming. It’s all so much—the pain, the frustration, the confusion—as he watches you in front of him, cold and emotionless, blade in hand, ready to kill. His thoughts spiral in a frenzy. This can’t be real. He refuses to believe it. You… you’re supposed to be his. You’re supposed to be with him. Yet here you are, ready to snuff his life out.

The Abyss did this to you, he knows it. They’ve taken his love and turned her into something else—something cruel, something empty. Something unrecognizable.

His hand shakes as he tries to reach for you, but the chains binding him keep him stuck. His vision is obscured. Every move he tries to make is futile, a cruel reminder of how powerless he is in this moment.

“Why?” he chokes, his voice thick with emotion. “Why are you doing this? I know they’ve manipulated you. I know you’re not like this.”

But you don’t speak. You just look at him, your eyes cold, devoid of any warmth. He can’t reach you, can’t get through to you.

The Abyss Prince stands by, silent, his eyes as cold as ice. He’s watching this—he’s letting this happen. The rage within Wanderer swells to a point where he can hardly breathe.

“No,” he snarls, pulling against the chains. “I will kill you. You will answer for this.”

But you just smile at him, that same cold, emotionless smile. And all Wanderer can do is watch as his love slips further from his grasp, bound by the chains of the Abyss.

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♡ Yandere! Kazuha, where the world shatters around him as he watches you fall, as he watches you change into something that he no longer recognizes. The blade that once threatened his enemies is now raised to him, your eyes cold, indifferent to the pain he’s in. He’s unable to stop you, even as he feels the weight of the chains binding him, constricting him. You’re too far gone.

“Kazuha…” you murmur, but the words don’t feel right. They sound empty, distant. His heart cracks as he watches you, the woman he loves, standing before him, her emotions stripped away. You are a stranger now.

He gasps, trying to break free, trying to make sense of the situation. “What happened to you?” he whispers hoarsely. “Please, just… just come back. This isn’t you. This isn’t who I fell in love with.”

But you don’t answer. You only watch him, the gleam in your eyes nothing like the playful light he once knew. It’s cold, calculating, and it freezes him to his core.

And then Aether steps forward, his voice a soft command that stills Kazuha’s frantic mind. “You’re not allowed to kill him, not yet,” Aether reminds once more, his presence suffocating.

Kazuha’s breath catches, and his thoughts spin wildly. This can’t be real. You—you—you’ve been twisted. But Aether has the control here. The chains bind Kazuha tighter, his vision clouded by darkness, and all he can do is sit in silence, trapped, powerless.

“Why?” Kazuha chokes, frustration and fear flooding him. “Why are you doing this?”

Still, you don’t answer. You only step back, leaving him to face the Abyss alone, the chains around him tightening with every heartbeat.

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♡ Yandere! Tartaglia — The Fool's Heart

The battlefield is chaos, Tartaglia’s vision locked onto you. Aether stands at your side, the Abyss Prince exuding an otherworldly menace. Yet, Tartaglia doesn’t care. He’ll cut through anything and anyone to save you, his beloved, from the darkness that has ensnared you.

“Let her go!” Tartaglia snarls, voice cracking with desperation. His body screams from the injuries sustained in his relentless pursuit, but his heart burns hotter. His eyes flick to you—the source of his pain and salvation. “You don’t belong here! Come back to me!”

For a moment, his words seem to falter against your icy gaze. He knows you hear him, knows that somewhere in your heart, the person he loves still exists. But instead of the warmth he longs for, a cruel, mocking smile spreads across your lips.

“Come back?” you repeat, your tone dripping with false innocence. “Oh, Tartaglia, you poor, stupid fool.”

His breath hitches, confusion flashing across his face. Aether glances at you, silent but visibly amused, as though he’s watching a particularly entertaining performance. You turn to the Abyss Prince, patting his shoulder with an air of camaraderie that shatters Tartaglia’s world.

“He’s SO dumb,” you say with a cackle, tilting your head back to laugh. “Did he really think he was that special? That I cared? Oh, this is too good.”

Tartaglia stumbles back as if struck. “What… what are you saying?” he whispers, voice trembling.

“Everything, from the very beginning…” you start, pacing in front of him like a predator toying with its prey. “The teasing, the affection, the nights we spent together, the ‘sacrifices’ I made to protect you. All of it. A lie.”

He shakes his head violently, refusing to believe it. “No! You… you almost died for me! You saved me!”

You roll your eyes, brandishing the very blade you once used to fight by his side. “Please, Childe. That was just part of the plan. You were so much fun to manipulate, though. I’ll give you credit for that. Getting through your walls wasn’t easy.”

Tartaglia’s hands clench into trembling fists. His heart feels as if it’s being ripped apart. “You’re lying. This isn’t you. This is the Abyss! They’ve done something to you!”

“Oh, darling,” you croon, stepping closer to him. Your blade tilts his chin up, forcing him to look into your eyes. “I’ve always been like this. You were just too blind to see it.”

Aether’s voice cuts through the tension. “Enough.” The Prince’s command is calm, almost bored. “He’s served his purpose.”

You sigh, turning back to Aether. “Fine, fine. But can we please kill him now? This melodrama is getting tedious.”

Tartaglia’s vision blurs as the weight of betrayal crashes over him. He can’t reconcile the love he felt with the monster before him. Even as his body fails, his heart stubbornly clings to the hope that this is some cruel illusion.

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♡ Yandere! Wanderer — Shackles of Betrayal

Wanderer’s indigo eyes are wide with disbelief, fixed on you as you stand beside Aether. The Abyss Prince’s presence is oppressive, but it’s your cold smirk that steals the breath from his lungs.

“Why are you doing this?” Wanderer’s voice cracks, his usual sharp wit replaced by a trembling vulnerability. “I trusted you. I… loved you.”

You tilt your head, feigning surprise. “Loved me? That’s sweet. But did you really think someone like me could love someone like you?”

The words hit him like a blow, but you’re not finished. You twirl a dagger in your hand, your movements lazy and confident. “Let me guess. You thought we were kindred spirits, two broken souls finding solace in each other? How… adorable.”

Wanderer’s rage flares, his chains rattling as he strains against them. “You liar! I’ll kill him! I’ll kill the Abyss Prince and get you back, no matter what it takes!”

Aether chuckles softly, and you laugh along with him, the sound grating against Wanderer’s raw nerves. “Kill him?” you echo. “Oh, darling, you couldn’t even touch him. And you think I want to be ‘saved’ by you? Don’t make me laugh.”

Wanderer freezes, the weight of your words sinking in. He studies your face, searching for any trace of the person he thought he knew, but all he finds is a stranger wearing your skin.

“Why?” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “Why would you do this?”

You shrug, tossing the dagger into the air and catching it effortlessly. “Because it’s fun. And because Aether needed a little help with a certain someone.” Your gaze sharpens, and for a moment, Wanderer sees the madness in your eyes. “You were just a pawn, dear. A very entertaining pawn, but a pawn nonetheless.”

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♡ Yandere! Kazuha — The Storm’s Deceit

Kazuha kneels, his hands bound by unyielding chains, his soft crimson eyes filled with betrayal as he looks up at you. The gentle breeze that usually follows him is eerily still, as though the world itself mourns his heartbreak.

“I don’t understand,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “How could you… why would you do this?”

You sigh, as if exasperated by his naivety. “Oh, Kazuha. Always so poetic, so trusting. It’s almost endearing how much faith you put in people. Almost.”

He flinches at the derision in your tone. “You saved me. You risked your life for me. Was all of that a lie?”

You kneel before him, cupping his face with a mocking tenderness. “Not all of it,” you admit. “Some of it was necessary. After all, how else was I supposed to gain your trust?”

Kazuha’s breath hitches, his heart shattering into pieces he can hardly comprehend. “You used me,” he says, more to himself than to you. “You’ve been using me this whole time.”

“Bingo!” you chirp, pulling back and spinning on your heel. “Took you long enough to figure it out. Honestly, I was starting to think you’d never catch on.”

Aether steps forward, his presence a cold shadow that looms over Kazuha. “Are we done here?” he asks, his tone bored.

You glance at him with a pout. “Almost. Just let me have this moment. Watching him break is the best part.”

Kazuha’s head hangs low, his spirit crushed beneath the weight of your betrayal. Yet, even as despair overtakes him, a small ember of hope remains. He vows, silently and fiercely, to free you from the Abyss’ clutches—no matter what it takes.

You, however, have other plans. As you turn away, a cruel smile graces your lips. The game has only just begun, and you’re already thinking of your next move.

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♡ Yandere! Tartaglia — The Fool's Heart

The battlefield reeks of blood and fire, the aftermath of Tartaglia’s relentless pursuit of you. His breaths come ragged, his body battered, yet his gaze remains locked on you. Aether stands beside you, radiating the chilling authority of the Abyss Prince.

“You think this is over?” Tartaglia spits, his voice raw with determination. “I’ll tear apart this entire Abyss if I have to—just to bring you back.”

You laugh—a sound that is anything but warm. It’s a sharp, maniacal cackle, filled with scornful glee. “Back? To what, exactly? Your pathetic little life of lies and delusions?”

He flinches, but you’re already closing the distance between you. Your hand shoots out, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him off the ground with unnatural strength. His vision swims, yet he refuses to look away from you.

“You’re nothing without me,” you hiss, your grip tightening as his struggles grow weaker. “Do you honestly believe your love could save anyone, Childe? That I needed saving? How quaint.”

He gurgles something incoherent, but you only tighten your hold, leaning in close enough for him to feel your breath against his ear. “The only thing you’re good for is bleeding. Look at you, all this power, all this loyalty, and for what? For me to spit in your face?”

You release him suddenly, letting him collapse in a heap at your feet. He clutches at his throat, gasping for air, but you’re not done. Your boot presses against his chest, pinning him down.

“Don’t look so shocked,” you sneer, tilting your head like a predator savoring the kill. “Did you think I was some damsel in need of rescuing? No, darling. I’m the monster your nightmares warned you about.”

Tartaglia’s eyes blaze with despair and determination as he chokes out, “I’ll… I’ll kill him… take you back…”

Your laughter erupts again, wild and unhinged. “Kill him? Oh, sweetheart, you can’t even stand. You’re nothing but a pitiful fool—a fool who thought love could conquer someone like me.”

———

♡ Yandere! Wanderer — Shackles of Betrayal

Wanderer thrashes against the chains binding him, his indigo eyes burning with fury and disbelief. His usual sharp tongue fails him as he stares at you, standing beside Aether, a wicked grin plastered across your face.

“You’re insane,” Wanderer growls, venom dripping from every word. “Let me go, and I’ll make you regret this.”

You clap your hands mockingly, the sound echoing in the cavernous Abyss chamber. “Regret? Oh, sweetheart, regret is for people who make mistakes. I’m having too much fun watching you squirm.”

He lunges against the chains, his strength formidable but useless against the Abyssal restraints. “You lied to me!” he snarls. “Everything—you lied about everything!”

“Of course I did,” you say with a sing-song lilt, stepping closer. Your hands trail lazily over his face, your nails scraping just enough to hurt. “Did you really think someone like me could ever care about someone like you? A discarded puppet, a useless little doll?”

His expression twists with rage, but the vulnerability behind it is unmistakable. “You’re wrong,” he bites out. “You cared. I saw it. I felt it.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” you coo mockingly, before your voice drops, sharp as a blade. “Feel this.”

Your knee slams into his gut, forcing a pained gasp from his lips. You grab his hair, yanking his head back so he’s forced to look at you. “I never cared about you. You were just a stepping stone, a toy for me to break when I got bored. And guess what? I’m bored now.”

Aether chuckles behind you, his voice cold and amused. “You’re cruel,” he observes.

You flash him a wicked grin. “Why, thank you, my prince. I do aim to please.”

Wanderer’s voice is hoarse, filled with hatred and anguish. “I’ll kill him. I’ll kill you. You’ll regret this.”

Your laughter is pure insanity, ringing out like a bell of doom. “Try, little puppet. Try and fail, again and again. It’s the only thing you’re good for.”

———

♡ Yandere! Kazuha — The Storm’s Deceit

Kazuha kneels in chains, his crimson eyes filled with sorrow as he gazes up at you. The stillness of the air is suffocating, the calm before a storm that will never come.

“You…” he begins, his voice a broken whisper. “You were my compass. My home. How could you betray me like this?”

You crouch in front of him, your eyes alight with malevolent joy. “Betray you?” you echo, your tone mockingly sweet. “Oh, Kazuha, don’t flatter yourself. You were never that important to me.”

His breath hitches, but you don’t stop. You lean in, your lips brushing his ear as you murmur, “You were just a convenient tool, a way to pass the time. A pretty little plaything for me to use and discard.”

Kazuha flinches as if struck, his spirit cracking under the weight of your words. “You don’t mean that,” he says, but the tremor in his voice betrays his doubt.

You laugh, the sound a haunting melody of madness. “Oh, but I do. Every word. And do you know the best part? Watching you break, piece by piece.”

Your hand grips his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. “You thought you could save me, didn’t you? That your love could heal whatever darkness you saw in me. How utterly pathetic.”

He trembles under your touch, his chains rattling as his hands ball into fists. “I’ll find a way,” he vows, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll free you from this darkness.”

You burst into laughter, throwing your head back in pure delight. “Free me? Oh, Kazuha, I am the darkness. There’s nothing to free me from.”

Aether steps forward, his presence a cold shadow beside you. “He’s done,” the Abyss Prince says. “Let him wallow in his failure.”

You stand, casting one last mocking glance at Kazuha. “Goodbye, my little storm. Try not to drown in your tears.”

As you walk away, Kazuha’s head hangs low, his heart shattered—but the fire of his resolve burns on.

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♡ Yandere! Tartaglia — The Fool's Heart

The kiss you share with Aether is cruelly deliberate, a deep, searing display of mockery meant for the man crumpled at your feet. Tartaglia’s battered body trembles, his fists digging into the scorched ground as he watches, his chest heaving with a suffocating cocktail of pain and rage.

“Don’t look away,” you taunt, your lips still wet with the evidence of your betrayal. “This is the truth, Childe. This is all you ever were to me—something to laugh at.”

Aether scoffs, shoving you away, irritation flashing in his Abyssal gaze. But you only laugh, twirling back to face Tartaglia, your grin stretching wider as your gaze locks with his. Gone is the warmth he clung to, the person he thought he loved. In its place is a madness so stark, so twisted, it shatters whatever hope remained in his heart.

The realization crashes into him like a tidal wave—you never cared for him. Not once. Not even in the smallest, fleeting moment. His breath hitches, a dry, humorless laugh escaping his lips.

“I see it now,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse but laced with a dangerous calm. “You don’t deserve kindness. And I’ve been far too kind to you.”

Your grin falters, if only for a second, as he rises to his knees, his gaze blazing with something new—something unhinged.

“It’s too late to turn back,” he says, his tone eerily even. “I don’t need your love, or your lies, anymore. You’ll be mine, no matter what I have to destroy to make it happen.”

As Abyss subordinates drag him away, his eyes never leave yours, his smirk dark and foreboding. “Run, hide, laugh while you can. I’ll be coming for you. And when I do, you’ll regret every breath you ever stole from me.”

———

♡ Yandere! Wanderer — Shackles of Betrayal

Your lips crash against Aether’s, an act of derision that sends a violent shudder through Wanderer’s restrained form. His chains rattle as his whole body tenses, the burning in his eyes consuming what little humanity he’d clung to.

“You’re a fool,” you whisper against Aether’s lips before pulling away, your laughter slicing through the silence. The Abyss Prince wipes his mouth with a look of disdain, but your amusement only grows. You whirl around to face Wanderer, your grin a feral slash across your face.

“You never saw it, did you?” you sneer, your voice dripping with venom. “All that time, all those stolen moments—and you never noticed the madness in my eyes. You’re not a victim, Wanderer. You’re just another broken thing for me to play with.”

For a moment, he’s silent. Then, the corners of his lips twitch upward, forming a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Is that so?” he murmurs, his tone soft yet laced with something chilling. “You think this is over, don’t you?”

You tilt your head, intrigued by the shift in his demeanor.

“Go ahead,” he continues, his voice gaining strength. “Laugh, mock me, pretend you’ve won. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

The Abyss soldiers begin to drag him away, but his eyes stay fixed on yours, unyielding and terrifying.

“You’ve taken everything from me,” he says, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. “So now, I’ll do the same to you. Love? Hate? It doesn’t matter anymore. I’ll strip you bare, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but me.”

And as he’s pulled into the shadows, his final words echo like a curse: “You’ll never escape me, not even in death.”

———

♡ Yandere! Kazuha — The Storm’s Deceit

Your kiss with Aether is theatrical, exaggerated, designed to carve deeper into Kazuha’s shattered heart. The Abyss Prince shoves you away, muttering something under his breath, but you laugh, spinning to meet Kazuha’s gaze.

“Did you think you were special?” you ask, your voice lilting with mockery. “That your poetry and promises could bind me to you? Oh, Kazuha, you were always chasing a storm you could never tame.”

Kazuha doesn’t respond, his crimson eyes fixed on yours with a quiet intensity. But the light in them has changed, twisted into something unrecognizable.

“You’ve lost,” you declare, turning away, but his voice stops you cold.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, his tone so calm it sends a chill down your spine.

You glance back, and the sight of him—the once-gentle warrior now smirking with a darkness that rivals your own—sends your pulse skittering.

“You think you’ve won,” he continues, his voice soft but deadly. “But this isn’t the end. It’s only the beginning.”

The Abyss guards move to haul him away, yet he doesn’t resist. His gaze remains locked on you, his smile growing as he speaks his final words.

“I’ll break you,” he says, his voice like a whispered promise carried on the wind. “Not with anger, not with hatred—but with love twisted into something you can’t escape. And when you’re mine, when you’re begging for the freedom you so carelessly destroyed, I’ll remind you of this moment. I’ll remind you who truly holds the chains.”

And as the shadows swallow him, his presence lingers, a storm on the horizon waiting to strike.

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megumi fushiguro x fem-reader

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AN: very very very sorry for the late post! I do have a clear ending in mind for this (typed up my outlines and everything) and I'm hoping to wrap it up soon--thank you for your love and support! and my cute anons asking for updates. it really had been encouraging even when i'm not feeling great. I hope this chapter is up to par, been feeing a bit of a block and a bit shy with posting. sometimes I focus on the negative and forget i'm doing this as a hobby. (get a bit self conscious and wonder if i'm even good at writing haha) so thank you again for the love and support. If this sounds disorganized please tolerate me ♥️ i'm ranting now, so please--

warnings: this story may cover sensitive and uncomfortable topics. please read at your own risk, violence, lashings, blood, mental breakdowns, yandere, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, mommy kinks, mommy issues, arranged marriages, forced marriages, angst, eventual smut, clan politics, age gap (5 years from meg, and a little over 10 with toji), toji aint the best dad, mentions of child abuse, slowww build.

Short summary: Your arranged marriage to Toji Fushiguro had been sudden and unexpected, but now you found yourself living under his roof alongside your moody stepson. Your only directive from your clan head before moving in was clear: keep a close eye on Toji, the notorious Sorcerer Killer, and his son, a potential sorcerer prodigy.

anons, anons, anons (if i say it three times will you appear?♥️)

Your eyes locked onto it immediately.

He’d forgotten his school bag at home, which was so uncharacteristic for the always-on-top-of-it Megumi. The fact that he's gone off without it was a surprise in and of itself.

And being the good, responsible figure you were, you decided you needed to get it back to him. Sure, you could’ve just texted him, but the nagging curiosity ate away in the back of your mind.

You deserved that much…right? 

Over the past few years, both you and Megumi had grown, though in ways that felt fundamentally different. It seemed like only yesterday when you towered over him by at least a foot, but now, at 22, standing on the edge of what felt like both everything and nothing, you began to pick up on more around you. Each time he came back, it was as though he had learned something new, gained some insight or skill that added to the ever-growing distance between the person he was and the person he was becoming.

And with those changes came those unwelcome feelings that gnawed at the back of your mind. Jealousy—Admiration. A sense of responsibility that weighed heavier than it had any right to. Overwhelming affection that felt almost instinctive, but no less unsettling. A little too...much for deep thought. And astonishment at the person who regularly sat in front of you at the dinner table—so far removed from the boy you once knew. 

Meanwhile, your life felt stuck in place, confined to the monotony of daily errands and long hours indoors. Days blurred together, weeks slipped by unnoticed, and yet that nagging ache in the back of your mind never left. So desperate to go off the beaten path. 

And the trail leading to Jujutsu High was gorgeous. Thick trees lined the path, their leafy branches casting intricate shadows on the pavement. The sunlight peeked through in golden streaks, making the entire scene feel almost surreal. The warmth on your face nearly euphoric. You’d only ever seen pictures of this place when you looked it up online, but they didn’t do it justice. 

“Woah. And who might you be?” 

The sudden voice shattered your focus, making you spin around so fast you nearly lost your footing. Your pulse spiked, heart pounding in your chest as you stumbled back a step, clutching the two bags in your hands like a damn lifeline. For a brief moment, the world around you blurred, leaving only a splotch of leaves in your line of sight.

Your gaze snapped to a face far too close for comfort—definitely too close.

White, unruly hair, gleamed in the sunlight, but it was his eyes, so unnervingly blue, that froze you in place. He was undeniably handsome. But the smirk that graced his face and the look in his eye as his head tilted slightly, was unnerving. As if you were some curious puzzle he’d stumbled upon.

“Lost?” he asked, his tone light and teasing, but there was an undeniable weight in his presence that sent a shiver down your spine. Then it hit you—the suffocating wave of cursed energy radiating off him. It was staggering, an oppressive force pressing down on your chest and making it hard to breathe. How had you not felt it before? It rolled off him in unrelenting waves, so overwhelming it left you momentarily speechless, rooted to the spot.

“What? You shy?”

His voice broke the silence, dripping with that insufferable amusement. He was just as bad as Toji it seemed. He tilted his head a bit more, his eyes glinting mischievously, as if your reaction was the highlight of his day. Your irritation felt obvious, but it was quickly drowned out by the lingering unease that his cursed energy evoked. Stranger danger. stranger danger.

You instinctively stepped back, trying to create some distance, but he didn’t budge. If anything, he leaned in closer, his presence invading your space with an air of lazy confidence, like he had all the time in the world to unravel whatever it was he found so intriguing about you.

You hadn’t even realized you were staring until he spoke again, the lilt in his tone making your cheeks heat with something closer to indignation. Still, you weren’t about to be rude—not with someone who exudes this kind of power. Not when he was the only one walking down this path with you. Not another soul in sight.

“Sorry,” your voice wavering slightly. “Do you… work here?” The hesitation in your tone was unmistakable, and his response was immediate—a wide grin stretching across his face. Fitting.

“That depends… who’s asking?” 

Before you could respond, your name rang out, a deep voice, heavy and familiar, cutting through the air from behind you. The grin faltered on the man’s face for the briefest of moments, replaced by a flicker of surprise as his eyes shifted past you to the source. You turned instinctively, already recognizing who it belonged to, even before you saw him.

Of course, it was Megumi.

“What’re you doing here?” His voice was blunt, almost tense, as he closed the distance between you in a few long, purposeful strides. There was no warmth, no casual greeting—just that demanding tone that made your chest tighten.

Why did he look so upset?

Oh, did you... mess up?

You barely had a chance to open your mouth before he was standing right in front of you, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly. His eyes scanned over you as if he was checking for some kind of damage you hadn’t even realized might be there.

“You... left your bag at home,” you voice was soft, quiet. He didn't seem to acknowledge your words as you attempt to hold up the bag. Proof of your...innocence? Why would you even need a reason to be here? You weren't doing anything wrong.

His expression never wavered, the clench of his jaw making it clear that your answer hadn’t fully soothed whatever was bothering him. His grip on your shoulders softened slightly, though he gave them a small squeeze, almost reassuring. But his attention shifted.

Gaze moving past you, and you felt the change immediately. His posture stiffened, his whole demeanor shifting into something colder, more guarded. Without a word, he stepped in front of you, his body casually yet deliberately placing itself between you and the white-haired man. His shoulders completely blocking you from view. The movement was subtle, but the message was clear. Just how did Megumi know a man like this?

“Gojo-sensei,” —Ah.

“What’re you doing here? I thought you were on a mission.”

The man—Gojo—let out a heavily dramatic sigh, looking completely unbothered by Megumi’s tone. “Finished early,” he replied with a casual shrug, hands crossing behind his head, far too relaxed. “But who’s this you’re hiding?”

His voice gave you chills, and you shifted uncomfortably, not able to see him, but no doubt that creepy grin was still slapped across his face. Gojo didn’t wait for an answer. He leaned slightly, trying to catch a better look at you around Megumi’s frame. “She’s not your girlfriend, is she?”

“No,” Megumi shot back, the word flat and final, his tone leaving no room for interpretation. Gojo raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Alright, alright. Touchy, huh?” His voice was playful, almost sing-song, but the way his gaze lingered on you felt a little too probing, a little too long for comfort had Megumi clenching his fists.

You swallowed hard, heat rising to your cheeks. Whether it was from embarrassment, unease, or the palpable tension between him and Megumi, you couldn’t quite tell. You hadn’t interacted with Gojo much, but the way Megumi’s entire presence had shifted told you everything you needed to know—Gojo wasn’t exactly a welcome sight. Whatever lightness existed in the air before was gone, replaced by an invisible but tangible weight pressing between the three of you.

Gojo might not have been dangerous, but he definitely gave the impression of someone who liked to push boundaries just to see how far he could go. His teasing nature seemed to thrive on reactions, and you could tell Megumi wasn’t in the mood to indulge him.

A stray thought crept into your mind....maybe Megumi had never mentioned you to anyone here... The idea hit harder than you expected, a dull ache settling in your chest. You banished it before it could take root—now wasn’t the time.

“Yo! There you guys are!”

A bright and cheery voice shattered the lingering tension. You turned to see a pink-haired boy jogging toward the group, a huge grin plastered across his face. His eyes were wide and warm, his energy unmistakable—this had to be the friend from the photo Megumi sent. There was something undeniably magnetic about him, a friendliness so genuine it seemed to pour off him in waves, reminding you immediately of an overexcited puppy.

Megumi stiffened beside you, muttering something under his breath you couldn’t quite catch before reluctantly offering a grumbled greeting. Yuji skidded to a stop just in front of you, planting his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. He straightened quickly, his grin softening into something almost shy when his eyes landed on you.

“Oh, hi!” he said, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, his smile still firmly in place. “Sorry—I’m Yuji Itadori! You must be… uh…” His voice trailed off as his brow furrowed, the wheels in his head clearly turning as he tried to piece together who you might be.

Megumi let out a long sigh, his irritation practically radiating off him. “She’s with me,” he said flatly, stepping just slightly closer to you, his tone making it clear he wasn’t in the mood for explanations.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, his presence a much needed distraction. “Nice to meet you, Yuji,” you said warmly. Yuji’s face lit up even more at your friendly response. “Wow, Fushiguro never said anything about—”THWACK!

Before he could finish, Megumi stepped forward and smacked Yuji on the back of the head with a loud thunk that echoed down the trail, making you jump.

“Megumi!” surprise flooding your tone, trying to sound somewhat scolding. This had to be a first. You'd never seen Megumi so...

Yuji barely flinched, rubbing the back of his head for a second before laughing. “Jeez, Fushiguro! What’s with you today?” His grin stayed intact, though you couldn’t miss the slight wince that suggested the hit hadn’t exactly been gentle.

He raised his hands in mock surrender, still chuckling. “It’s fine! I’ve got an extra-thick skull anyway,” he added with a playful wink in your direction. You noticed Megumi seemed even more frustrated with the additional member, but he didn't comment on it. You wondered how long he'd hold out until he just left.

“Well, Megumi,” Gojo emphasized the name with a teasing lilt, his eyes flicking to you as if testing the waters. “This is…interesting. Didn’t mention you’d have company today.”

Megumi’s scowl deepened, his eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s none of your business,” he shot back without hesitation. He hadn't even known you were coming. A mistake on your part obviously.

“Whoa, Fushiguro, didn’t know you were the overprotective type,” Yuji joked, though his curiosity was evident beneath the teasing tone.

Gojo leaned slightly. "She a friend or something?"

This all but confirmed your earlier suspicions. Megumi doesn't talk about you. You drew in a breath. “I’m his—” 

Megumi’s hand shot out, his grip firm but not harsh as it wrapped around your wrist. “We’re done here,” he muttered, his tone low and decisive. Without sparing a glance back, he began steering you away with purposeful steps, leaving no room for protest.

“Wait—what?” Yuji’s voice followed after you, completely baffled. But neither tried to stop him. Gojo chuckled quietly and gave a lazy wave. “See you around… whoever you are,” he called out, lighthearted, his eyes trailing you.

Why the hell was he so curious about you.

Megumi kept his grip on your wrist, practically dragging you along until the two of you reached a more private spot—a quiet little area tucked beneath an overgrowth of trees. Thick bushes surrounded the bench, adding a sense of seclusion that felt both calming and suffocating all at once. You recognized the place from earlier on your walk. It wasn’t far from the front entrance, and the realization sent a small pang through your chest. How many times would he make it obvious he didn't want you here until you'd get it? The self conscious part of you brain was screaming at you. feeling oddly shy with being here.

You stole a glance at him, catching sight of his face. His jaw, clenched, his gaze sharp and tunneled, like he was too lost in his own frustration to notice anything else. The tension in his features was unmistakable, and that tightness in your gut only grew.

When he finally let go of your wrist, you felt the cool air replace the warmth of his touch, though it didn’t ease the knot forming in your stomach. He sighed, his shoulders sinking slightly as some of the tension eased from his posture.

“What’re you doing here?” his voice, low but softer than before.

You could easily cry. Despite being the older one here, you felt more like a scolded toddler, small and out of place. But when your eyes met his, something shifted. The hard glare he’d been wearing was gone, replaced by a calmer expression, maybe even a little tired. His hands moved to his face, rubbing across his eyes as if trying to wipe away the remnants of his frustration.

You really needed to get ahold of yourself. Since when did it matter if he wanted you there? You were there to drop off something he forgot. Maybe it was just the embarrassment teens get when their overly affectionate parent comes to dote on them in front of their friends. Maybe theyd tease him about this later....

When he looked at you again, there was that particular softness in his gaze, the kind that made your chest ache. Your thoughts immediately cleared. Maybe he wasn't so upset with you...

“You embarrassed of me?” you joked weakly, forcing out a laugh that didn’t quite land. You prayed the faint hurt in your tone wasn’t as obvious as it felt.

Megumi’s eyes widened, caught off guard. Like he hadn't anticipated you actually being hurt by his actions. He could sense the tension in your voice, much like how you could sense his. He stared at you for what felt like forever, his mouth opening slightly as though he wanted to respond, only to close again as the words faltered. His head tilted just a fraction, his brows furrowing in thought, like he was scrambling for an excuse but coming up empty. The silence stretched between you, and for a moment, it seemed like he wasn’t sure what to say—or if he even could.

You chuckled, stepping forward to pinch his cheek lightly. “Relax,” you teased, quickly shoving down the lingering sting of your own feelings as you swung the strap off your shoulder and held the bag out to him. He wasn't mad at you. “I told you—I brought your bag. How can someone as responsible as you forget something like this, hmm?”

For a moment, Megumi just stared at the bag, like he couldn’t quite believe you’d gone out of your way for something so trivial. Slowly, he reached out to take it, his fingers brushing yours in the process. The brief contact wasn’t much, but you caught the faintest flush creeping into his cheeks.

“Thanks… mom,” he muttered, his voice quieter than usual, almost shy.

He eyed the second bag slung around your shoulder.

"Oh! And this is for you." He took the bag quizzically, peeking inside only for his eyes to light up. "Thought I'd at least bring your favorite." The packed dinner was a good choice. The awkward tension from earlier melted away as a warm smile spread across his face.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at how cute he was, the tense atmosphere already fading away. A small lull settled between you, the kind of silence that felt comfortable rather than strained. The overgrown trees swayed gently overhead, their leaves whispered softly in the breeze, wrapping the moment in an almost serene stillness. It was starting to get cold out. Soon enough, he would be due for another birthday. Yours had already passed a few weeks back.

Without warning, Megumi stepped forward, pulling you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped securely around you, holding you close as his chin came to rest lightly on top of your head. The embrace was firm, not overbearing, and for a moment, you froze in surprise before leaning into it. He was always one for affectionate gestures... but....

“You should head back,” he said quietly, though there was a faint reluctance in his tone that made you nearly hesitate. You didnt want to leave just yet.

You nodded, your hands brushing his arms briefly before you pulled back. “Alright,” you replied softly, offering him another small smile before turning to leave.

As you walked back toward the path, you spotted Gojo and Yuji nearby, standing a little too still to pass as innocent. You were sure they were supposed to have left already, but there they were—watching. Not that you had anything you were particularly secretive about.

But Yuji’s gaze seemed to dart to anywhere but you, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, while Gojo leaned casually against a tree, the ever-present grin on his face somehow managing to look even more smug.

The second your eyes met theirs, Yuji’s face flushed bright red. He muttered something under his breath, quickly averting his gaze as though he could disappear by sheer will. Gojo, on the other hand, stood there shamelessly. All cocky and arrogant. Immediately irritating you again.

Megumi stepped out from behind you, their eyes shifting over immediately. Gojo’s grin turned absolutely wicked, his quirked brow seeming ready to tease him endlessly. Yuji’s mouth twitched, as though he was trying—and failing—not to laugh, his wide eyes flicking between the two of you. 

Megumi, however, barely acknowledged them. He strode past you without a word, but as he did, you felt the faintest brush of his hand against your back. The touch was light, almost imperceptible, but deliberate enough to send a jolt through you. Your cheeks warmed instantly, and before you could even process the moment, Gojo gave an exaggerated cough. 

By the time Megumi reached their sides, Gojo and Yuji were all over him, poking his cheeks and teasing him relentlessly. You couldn’t help but wonder if they’d ever let him live down whatever they thought they’d seen. For someone as stoic as Megumi, seeing him soften must’ve been quite the sight for them.

You sighed quietly, feeling a little secondhand embarrassment for him.

The walk home was pretty silent.

It was hard to find much to do when the house was as silent as it was. Time seemed to crawl as you went through the motions of your routine, everything blurring together in the same, boring monotony.

You and Megumi exchanged texts here and there, but as always, he was evasive about certain topics. He avoided talking about his friends, that teacher, and especially his missions. No matter how many ways you tried to bring it up, he always managed to steer the conversation elsewhere.

But he seemed more comfortable sharing through photos—pictures of the meals he was eating, scenic views, and even the occasional selfie with a classmate or two. It seemed he was trying to include you more in his day to day life, maybe sensing your growing urge for something different. You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about it.

He wasn’t supposed to be worrying about you like this—but when had Megumi ever not been thoughtful when it came to you?

He was always helping around the house, bringing home things you needed. He’d carry the heavier bags without being asked, and when he was home, he never went out much. Instead, he’d linger in your presence, watching the same TV shows you liked, or even sitting in complete silence, or even sun napping on the couch. A second shadow.

And if you were forced to admit it, he made the loneliness and monotony a lot easier to bear. His presence had a way of filling the empty spaces, making the house feel less like a silent box and more like a home.

When it came to you, Megumi seemed to have a sixth sense. He was always away at school when you were called out to your clan house, yet, without fail, he’d send you a message the second you got back, asking how you were. He always seemed to know when you were stressed or needed something—sometimes even before you realized it yourself. Megumi wasn’t just thoughtful. No, he was in tune with you in a way that felt almost uncanny.

And now that he was older… you couldn’t help but wonder. Did he still harbor that same puppy crush he had when he was younger? The thought made your head spin. Was he still seeing you in that light, or had it faded? He’d never fully confirmed it back then, never said anything outright. But he’d always been affectionate—hadn’t he?

Wasn’t he always like that? 

And yet… how would you feel about that?

No.

These weren’t the right questions to be asking. You still had a place here. You were still his stepmother. These weren’t the thoughts you should even be entertaining, not for a second. But the thought made you freeze in your tracks, the shirt you were folding suddenly feeling heavier in your hands. It was nearing his graduation—just a week away—and you didn't have the faintest idea what came after.

Would he be moving out? Would he stay home for a while to plan his next steps? Would he be doing Jujutsu work? 

And then there was the question you didn’t want to ask, the one that made your stomach twist. Would you still be allowed to stay here? Or would your clan come calling, pulling you out of the life you’d carefully built over the years? The main reason for you being here was Megumi and Toji. Forming those relationships and feeding small bits of information. But if neither of them were even going to be home....

No, surely they wouldn’t. Not after all this time. If they were going to do that, they would’ve already done it… wouldn’t they? Surely....They hadn't mentioned it before at least.

Toji had come home briefly the week before Megumi’s graduation, but it didn’t take long to learn he’d already taken on yet another mission. Despite the two of you growing closer over time, it never seemed to slow him down when it came to picking up those lengthy assignments that kept him away for days at a time.

This time was no different. He mentioned it was a high-profile case, one with the potential to drag on longer than expected. “Two weeks minimum,” and he wouldn’t be back in between.

It wasn’t anything new. Toji’s comings and goings had always been unpredictable, and you’d grown used to the empty spaces he left behind. But something about this mission left you uneasy. 

But for now, all you could do was wait.

come home

[helen-with-an-a]

beautiful girl:

can we get domestic Ale and Amor. Like waking up or day off? also do Ale and Amor ever try to hide their relationship? (Like when it’s new)

love the building of this world/series. Thank you for your work and care with it.

Ok ok, so I've split this ask into 2 so here is the answer to the question:

Do Ale and Amor ever try to hide their relationship?

Around their friends, it was basically impossible to hide it. Ale was just so in love from the moment she set eyes on Amor that everyone knew before they even got together. Amor was new, so the team didn't really understand what Amor In Love looked like, but to Ingrid and Frido, it was so obvious that Amor was head over heels for someone on the team (even if they didn't officially know who)

The day after their first official date, they just kept blushing and smiling at each other, and Mapí just walked straight in and was like ew, get a room.

They did hide it from their family for a little bit. Alexia mentioned to her family that she was seeing someone and she really liked them but she wanted to see where it went before she introduced them to Eli and Alba officially.

For Amor, it was easier to get away with it since she's in Spain and her family isn't, but she was open with telling her family (particularly her parents) that she was in a relationship and was hoping it would last, etc.

Amor officially met Eli and Alba after the UWCL semi-final home leg (via Facetime because covid) and met them in person (in Eli's back garden - again covid) a few days before Barça flew out to Gothenburg for the UWCL final.

Ale met Amor's parents on Facetime after the UWCL final and officially met them in person during Christmas 2021 when Amor's family finally came out to Barcelona to see her over the holidays. Amor's family was instantly in love with our awkward Ale, and they didn't even have to do the "if you hurt her" speech because it was just so bloody obvious that Ale would do anything for Amor, and Amor was just as in love.

On social media, they did a mix of soft and hard launch. There was a lot of post-match footage that showed Ale and Amor touching and hugging, but it was definitely a case of 'Spanish or dating?' (for the non-Spanish fans anyway). They definitely teased fans on Instagram and in their stories. They officially hard launched by posting a photo of them kissing behind the UWCL trophy.

[victoryarchive]

Ok. I’ll bite. Hermit! Tommy? Because that looks an awful lot like a really cool Watcher au something? Please share!

Omg if you insist lmao

Buckle up this is gonna be a lot.

This all started when I was thinking about Greek mythology (a common occurrence I fear) and I was thinking how even though Helios is the sun and the god of the sun many people these days assign that role to Apollo (the god of light). And that got me thinking more and more about how as time progresses stories change and gods become gods of things they never were before. New gods exist. Old ones are completely forgotten. Their names change. Look at Roman mythology for a great example of this.

And because I’m one hell of a nerd this immediately translated to ‘how can I use this in fan fiction’

Another thing you must know about me is I hate to fall back on Minecraft mechanics, it feels lazy for me to do it (it’s fine to read I just hate writing it) and must always find a way to make things like respawn and different worlds fit into the lore of the story.

Thus began the world building:

Every watcher is a god of something, Xelqua/Grian: the sun, Pearl: the moon, Kristin: The underworld, XD: [redacted], etc. Each watcher has the ability to create a world (or multiple depending on their power) for their people to live (Grian: hermitcraft, Pearl: Empires, Kristin: the Antarctic Empire, XD: the DSMP, etc) Within these worlds it is very common practice for the Watchers to choose a devoted follower to give a small portion of their power to oversee their world, to make rules and keep everyone safe, an Admin. (Grian: Xisuma, Pearl: fWhip, Kristin: Philza, XD: Dream, etc.)

Now none of these watchers just spawned as watchers, no they became watchers through people worshipping them and writing stories about them as gods. These stories held power so the person held power and became essentially immortal and can do pretty much anything with that power, at least until they are forgotten.

So far the story begins with Xelqua brining his players back from their silly death game and being intercepted by a very very old goddess, one who had almost been completely forgotten. This primordial goddess is peace, not just the goddess of peace, she is peace. She is called Prime. She asks Grian and Xisuma to take her last worshipper and devotee, Tommy, and protect him from another Watcher. And with a little bit of convincing Grian’s like ‘yeah fine ig I’ll take the kid. How difficult can one child be.’

Now that’s as far as I’ve written aside from the beginning backstory stuff, but I’ve got a lot of stuff planned, including an entire few chapters inspired by ‘god games’ from epic the musical, where Grian has to go fight for some mortals life. One of them. I know which one. Yall don’t :)

There’s also a lot of Grian and Pearl back story from when they were kids and still mortal like thousands and thousands of years ago and how they eventually became literal gods.

Tommy learns how friends are supposed to work and gets mentored by none other than Mumbo Jumbo, or Impulse i haven’t decided yet. The only thing I know about Minecraft is redstone so he’s learning redstone.

Also it would be a damn shame for me to not include False and Tommy flying together a bunch bc they’re the only to avians that can match each others speed.

There’s some stuff going on with techno being an admin on an anarchy server. He comes in later in an absolute rage.

Also Joel is a demigod… it makes sense I swear.

I’m having a lot of fun playing around with the world building and each individual characters back story so I will expand on anything if people ask about it :))))

Thank you for asking this has been fun

[winchesterdreamgirl88]

Birthday Confessions

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: It's Dean's birthday and the reader throws him a party:)

Word Count: 1000

Warnings: None

A/n: In honor of Dean's birthday here's a little imagine I wanted to write. Hope you guys like it:)

It had been another grueling hunt, but that was nothing new for you, Sam, and Dean. You'd been living and hunting with the Winchester brothers for what felt like ages now, becoming part of the strange family they’d built for themselves. It wasn’t always easy—life on the road, constantly fighting monsters and demons—but there was an unspoken bond between the three of you. The kind of friendship that made everything a little more bearable.

The unspoken part, though, was the secret that you and Dean had been carrying around. Both of you had developed feelings for the other, but neither of you had said a word about it. You were friends, and it felt like risking that closeness would be dangerous. So, you kept things buried, hiding the soft glances and lingering touches that neither of you could quite explain.

But then, Dean’s birthday was coming up, and you had the perfect plan in mind. You knew he hated making a big deal about it, but you wanted to do something special. Sam, ever the planner, was all in.

“Dean is not going to see this coming,” Sam said with a mischievous grin when you shared your idea. You’d been secretly organizing everything: decorating the bunker, ordering food, and even planning a little surprise cake. It was going to be perfect, and you hoped it would be enough to make Dean smile, maybe even get him to forget about the weight of the world for just a little while.

Dean came in late that evening, looking more tired than usual. He had just finished dealing with some local creatures—nothing too major, but enough to drain him. When he entered the main room of the bunker, he froze.

“What is all this?” he asked, his tone half-surprised, half-amused.

You were standing by the large table you’d set up, trying to hide your excitement. “Happy birthday, you big lug,” you said, trying to sound casual, though your heart was hammering in your chest.

Dean blinked, his lips curling into a smile as he took in the decorations—banners, balloons, a few cheesy “Happy Birthday” signs that Sam had insisted on. There were pizzas on the table and a homemade cake that you had definitely put your heart into making.

“No way…” Dean chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in disbelief. “You actually threw me a party?”

Sam, leaning against the wall with a smug grin, shrugged. “What can I say? We know you’re too stubborn to admit you like a good celebration.”

Dean shook his head, smiling like he didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or impressed. “You guys are nuts.”

You all spent the evening together—eating, drinking, and playing a few rounds of cards. For a few hours, there were no monsters, no demons, just the three of you enjoying each other’s company. It felt normal. It felt like home. But as the night wore on, the laughter faded, and soon enough, it was just you and Dean left in the room.

He was sitting on the couch, his beer in hand, looking at the cake you had carefully decorated. You took a deep breath, unsure of what to say. The weight of everything—of how you’d never told him how you felt, of how he might never feel the same way—hung in the air like a cloud.

“Hey, Dean,” you started, hesitating. “I’m really glad you liked it. I wanted to do something special for you.”

He looked over at you, his eyes softening. “You didn’t have to do all this, you know. But... I appreciate it. A lot. It’s been a long time since anyone’s thrown me a birthday party.”

You nodded, your throat tight. It felt like the right moment to say what had been building up inside of you for so long. “Yeah, well… I think you deserve it. You do a lot for everyone else, and you don’t always get the credit for it.”

Dean’s smile faltered, and he looked at you more seriously. “I don’t need credit. But… thanks.”

You bit your lip, unsure how to continue. But before you could second-guess yourself, you blurted it out. “I like you, Dean.”

His eyes widened in surprise, and for a second, everything went quiet. The words hung between you like a delicate thread, both of you too scared to say anything else. But Dean didn’t look away. Instead, he looked at you like he was searching for something—something he’d known but hadn’t been able to admit.

“I like you too,” he said quietly, his voice low and almost hesitant.

For a long moment, you both just sat there, the weight of the unspoken finally lifted. Dean put his beer down on the table, his expression softening, and then he reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your hand.

“I didn’t want to mess things up,” he admitted. “This… whatever this is between us.”

You smiled softly, your heart swelling with relief. “Yeah. Me neither.”

And then, before either of you could second-guess it, you closed the space between you, your lips meeting in a kiss that felt both exhilarating and familiar. It was slow, lingering, like you both had been waiting for this moment for so long. When you finally pulled back, you could feel the warmth of the moment in your chest.

Dean grinned, a little shy now, but there was a new light in his eyes. “Well, that’s one hell of a birthday gift.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I guess I can’t top that, huh?”

“Not unless you’ve got another surprise up your sleeve,” Dean said with a smirk, his hand still resting near yours.

“I think that was the best surprise I could give,” you replied, your heart full as you leaned back into the couch beside him.

And for the first time, you both knew it wasn’t just about hunting or surviving anymore. It was about being together—no longer hiding behind the walls you’d built around each other.

It was finally real.

[fashionteahouse]

Can you pretty please please please make a Paul x reader but reader has the powers that Benjamin has where she can like control or manipulate the elements but she doesn’t find out about it until after Paul shifts for the first time (like a while after) and the first time she really like uses it without knowing is when there at a bond fire and it js keeps getting stronger and stronger but reader is like zoning out and can the reason for the bond fire be like old quil talking about the supernatural people (besides wolfs and vampires) and how they don’t exist anymore (side requests:I don’t really want her to be a vampire or related to Benjamin 😭😭) but if you could make this I would be so happy lol I love ur “out of your league” series sm honestly a lil sad it ended 😭but I love your stuff sm 💕💕💕💕if you write this ill be so happy❤️❤️

yes yes yes btw the out of your league series didn’t end bb im making a new part that’s coming out super soon ;) super glad you liked it lol 💜 thanks for the kind words ! much love to you hope you enjoy :)

hold that heat - paul x reader

The door closes with a slight click. You nod at Sam and Sam nods at you as Old Quil speaks in his ancient tone. Books of old handwriting were in display on the wooden table.

“It’s something we should talk about, Samuel.”

Sam nods.

You move past the dining room table and go further into the living room and run your fingers through Paul’s hair. He was sleeping.

You then grace his cheek with your finger. He blinks awake, his eyes bloodshot red.

“Oh, hey.” he says tiredly. He pulls you in closer and he’s trying to make you sit on his lap but you suggest, “Get some sleep.”

“I was awake.” he says, still making you sit snug on his lap.

“Yeah, sure. And I grew wings.” you say with a chuckle. He smiled a bit.

“What are they talking about in there?” you ask Paul in a hushed tone.

“I don’t know…I guess I was asleep.” he says.

You held tightly to Paul’s hand as you both make your way to the beach.

“Who shifted?”

“Nobody…”

“So, why are we having a private bonfire?” you ask.

“I don’t even know. Something about newfound journals or something. Sam didn’t really get into details.”

“You couldn’t peak in his mind?”

“He told us while we weren’t shifted.”

“Oh.” you say as the logs became closer in your view.

“Are you cold?” he asks as you both sat down. You weren’t but it was an excuse for him to touch you. You smile and nod. He pulled you close.

Old Quil and the elders were watching the fire as Old Quil’s soothing voice speaks to all of the imprints and wolves circling the fire.

“We discovered that our ancestors had came across beings who had lived amongst them. Beings who were not just shifters and cold ones.”

People hummed responses and noises of confusion. That’s all that they have known to hear about. Even as children.

“We found the old journals that were hidden, that captured the beings who lurked.”

“Are they still alive, grandpa?” Quil asks.

The elder man slowly shakes his head.

“No, they cease to exist, grandson. Now, it turns out mythical creatures aren’t limited at least in our world.”

You watched the fire. Your mind started to question what creatures could have existed.

The thought of them not existing anymore and how much of a relief it was. If any of them were to come back, you didn’t want Paul to be in danger. Just the thought of Paul being in danger made you upset inside. A rage began to build. You didn’t like the thought of Paul being hurt. If Paul was hurt, that meant that you would be hurt.

Paul shakes you, “Y/N!”

“Hm?” you say as you blink at him.

His face looked almost horrified.

“Are…Are you alright?” he asks.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t…” you start and your lighthearted smile faded when you realized that nobody was sitting down. They were all watching the flame of the fire simmer down. They stole glances at you and the fire.

“…I be..?” you trail to finish.

“You mean to tell me you didn’t notice the fire? You never moved even when it was growing.” Paul says to you.

“The fire grew?” you ask. Paul sighs a bit to himself before he nods at you.

“You were zoned out. You wouldn’t even respond to any of us calling your name.”

You raise a hand to your head, “Maybe….Maybe I was just tired.” you say but you had gotten your full rest the night before. Paul slowly shakes his head as he knew that wasn’t what it was.

Paul walks you both back to the car. The car ride home was quiet. He didn’t want to leave you alone, scared of what would happen.

Paul eventually had to leave, he kissed your forehead before he left out for patrol.

“Hello?” you answer the phone. Old Quil barely called you, you felt he must’ve been checking up on you.

“We need to talk.”

He hangs up and you stare at the phone.

You make your way to Old Quil’s home. You knock on his heavy door.

“Enter.”

You open the door and his house is dark.

“Old Quil?”

“In here, child.”

You come to where he’s sitting at the table. The only think that’s accompanying him besides the cane that was next to him, was an unlit candle.

“Yes?”

“Have a seat.” he invites.

You slowly sit down.

“Do you know what happened last night?”

“I have an idea…”

He silently encourages you to go on.

“All I knew was when you were talking about the mythical creatures that were documented in the old journals you have found, I started thinking hard. Next thing I know, Paul told me I zoned and..We went home.”

“What were you thinking about?” he questioned carefully.

You shrug a bit as you think back, “Just…Just how upset I would be if something were to happen with Paul.”

“Did you feel these emotions…Strongly?”

You mused as you were about to say your answer before finally nodding.

Old Quil then brings out a lighter, he clicks it on and lights the candle. A small flame dances steadily on the candle.

“Now, Paul being hurt? What would you have done?”

“I don’t want to imagine him being hurt.”

“But, you were thinking about it. Paul is a shifter. There isn’t much you can do.”

“There is.” you say and the flame in front of you acted as if you were trying to blow it out, but it still flames up strong.

“Why could a human like yourself, help Paul who is a shifter? Hm?”

“I would do something! Alright?!” you say getting irritated and the flame grew bigger than it was. You’re in shock as you never seen something like that before.

Old Quil blows it out.

“That’s what happened at the bonfire.” he says, there wasn’t any taunting in his words.

“Wha..?” you ask in stupor.

“We thought people were going to catch on fire. It kept growing and growing.” he says.

“So…What are you saying?”

“You zoning out as the fire grew, could’ve been you..Controlling it.”

“Me controlling fire?” you shake your head in disbelief, “No way.”

“Me and my grandson are going fishing tomorrow. You should join.”

“Ugh, fishing is boring.” you tell him.

Old Quil chuckles deeply, “I’m sure after tomorrow, you will disagree with your claim now.”

“See you tomorrow.” you tell him as you’re leaving out the door.

You let Paul do most of the talking, taking your time to eat your food.

That next morning, Quil knocks and Paul looked at you both.

“Since when do you fish?” he asks you with one eyebrow raised.

“Now.” you say with a slight shrug.

You help Quil help Old Quil get on Billy Black’s boat. Quil tells you to get on and he pushed you both into the water before hopping in himself.

You all row in the water and you notice that there’s no fishing equipment.

“I thought we were going fishing?” you say as the boat rocked softly.

Old Quil grins.

“So, we just came out to the water for no reason?” you ask in boredom.

“It’s for a reason.”

“What’s the reason grandpa?”

“Because of Y/N.”

“What?” you look to him.

“You told him we were going fishing?” Quil asks you.

“No.” you shake your head, “Tell him I didn’t.”

Old Quil only lets out a soft grin.

“Ugh.” you groan with a frown.

The boat rocks slightly and Quil gripped the boat. Old Quil sat steady.

“There isn’t even wind.” Quil says.

“It’s Y/N.” Old Quil says.

“Would you quit it?” you say getting frustrated. Mini waves rocked the boat which made Quil say, “Whoa. This is really weird now.”

“You controlled the fire. Now, it’s time to hold that heat and control the sea.” Old Quil says.

“What’s wrong with me?” you whisper.

“Wait…The fire was you?!” Quil asks in exclamation.

“I guess? I don’t know!” you say in panic and the boat rocked harder and you gripped on the boat.

“Control it Y/N.” Old Quil says.

“You’re saying it like I know how to! I don’t know how!”

The wind was starting to whirl.

“Y/N, make it stop!” Quil tells you.

“I don’t know how!!” you yell.

A large wave was coming in your direction, you and Quil widened your eyes and Old Quil was sitting in an eerily calm position.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you chant.

“I’m in control. I’m in control. I’m in control.” you let out a slow breath.

“Dammit, it’s getting closer!” Quil says.

You squeeze your eyes harder before blinking them back open and think back to the fire. It didn’t get bigger until you became upset. You think it’s the same for the wind and water.

You think of Paul and only Paul. The fun times together. You think what would’ve happened had Paul came. He would’ve cracked jokes. He would’ve-

“Y/N. Look.”

You snap out of your head, the water was still. The wind was still. It was as if nothing ever happened.

Old Quil sat there with a smirk.

“Let’s go back to the land grandson.”

“A-Alright”. Quil says and he taps you to let you know to help him row the boat.

You help Old Quil off of the boat as you all reach the shore.

“Well, that was fun.” Old Quil says.

“Well, that was freaky.”

“You turn into a wolf. Let’s not talk about freaky.” you tell Quil.

You had to strain to hear, but you heard the quiet chuckles of Old Quil.

[rumeysawrites]

CHARACTER PROFILES #1: HUI XIE / UDELA THERMIN (from Team Space)

Hi everyone! I FINALLY finished Hui's profile! I know it took long but you'll see why it took this long, hopefully!

DISCLAIMER: I made the profile template myself, so if you like it and want to use for your OCs / characters as well, please either ask first or credit me. Thank you so much for understanding already!💙

TRIGGER WARNING: This character profile contains kidnapping, severe trauma due to it, implied child abuse, vaguely implied racism, and possibly more that I'm missing.

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BASICS:

Real Name: Udela Castemera Thermin

Preferred Name: Hui Xie (Xie Hui in Chinese tradition)

Alias(es) & Title(s): Legendary Spirit Of Space

Nicknames: Lightning Bolt, Little Grumpster, Scary Ghost Girl, Hu-Hu, Shortie, Box-O Thunder

Age (At First Appearance): 11

Age (When First Joined Team Space): 15-16

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Probably Pan

Species: Human-Based-Living-Spirit (one of Eleven Legendary Spirits)

Alignment: Chaotic-Good, a bit leaning towards Chaotic-Neutral

Date Of Birth: Biha 4th, 977 AL (equals to April 4th 2007 CE)

Homeland: Thamir (in Yugenri)

Lived In: Rinfalme (Yugenri), Ba City (Yugenri), Spirit Depths (Umbraer), Ningzhou (Tiria), Nihynia's Realm (Greater Cosmos)

Organizations: 

A member of BSA. Though she's not a fan of Miraculum or Mr. Winfield.

Hates Dark Crystal wholeheartedly. It's like a trigger for her.

Despises the Theorists for their actions and what she heard from Hiroki.

Occupations: Trainee in BSA, Team Space member

Appearances In The Books: Hui is first mentioned in Shan's thoughts during chapter 5 of book 1 "Search For The Legendaries", but she first appears on page as a minor side character in book 2 "Revival Of The Legend", as a prisoner, when Frank visits the Spirit Depths. From Year Three (Eternal Winter Arc) onwards, she becomes a constant member of the main cast even if she doesn't have POV chapters until the second half of the Solium Arc.

Living Status: Floating between alive and dead

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

General Description: With her small, light-footed frame and sharp yet child-like features; Hui gives off a distant and immature vibe from afar, though those who see her face or expression could often be intimidated.

Height: 4'10

Build: Scrawny but somehow still agile

Skin Tone: Pale, turns translucent when she reflects strong emotions

Hair: Messy, curly orange-brown hair that looks like it hasn't been combed in the past five years

Eyes: Golden-brown, similar to the Asian eyes

Distinguishing Features: 

Her wrists and ankles are extra-thin from having magic chains around them for years.

Has pierced ears.

Has a bite mark on her lower lip due to constantly biting it when she was alive.

Her hair has sort of a life of its own.

Clothing Style: Practical and light. Often likes to wear short, thin tunics (often with short sleeves) in bright colors like vibrant orange, yellow, or lime green, with a pair of comfortable shorts that are often shorter than knee-length; and likes to wear sandals even during rainy or snowy days, likely to completely ditch shoes on warm days without missions. She wears this kind of clothing even if she can materialize and change her style, in an attempt to "feel" everything that the outside world has to offer.

Accessories: Wears small, colorful earrings, a handmade pendant that's a gift from Shan, and if someone attempts to style her hair, they often tie it with bright colored ribbons.

Extra: 

Has a sharp nose and thick eyebrows.

Looks like she has no muscles but indeed she has been training.

When she has to dress in a specific way, she often doesn't go by the dress code / culture (either by accident or out of annoyance).

PERSONALITY:

General Description: Reserved, distant, watchful, distrustful, wary, and grumpy; Hui's exterior has a hard shell guarding the deeper aspects of her, which she tries too hard to keep private but secretly wants to be open about it.

First Layer: On surface level, Hui appears as a distant, blunt, disillusioned, irritable, stubborn, fiery, short tempered, snappy, somewhat brash and gruff, and very closed off, making sure every other person knows to keep their distance from her as well. She tries to be serious and threatening, but can appear as an angsty teenager or an irritable little girl instead. She also has a "weird" and strange way of interacting with people, realizing their annoyances and intentionally adapting them into her behavior just to test them.

Second Layer: Underneath her layer of dramatic-angsty-teenager-meets-grumpy-weird-old-lady-with-anger-issues attitude, Hui holds a deep-rooted sense of precaution, distrust, and fear of bring tricked or betrayed again. Hui tries to put up walls, in an attempt to hide these deeply fearful, uneasy, insecure, and vulnerable sides of her. She feels like letting her guard down for even the slightest moment, will cause her to be tricked, betrayed, or to fall back to the depths she had to endure for so long. These fears might surface in various ways, sometimes even acting paranoid.

Third Layer: Locked even behind these worries and fears, lies a girl with an unapologetically free-spirit. Hui thrives in action, in exploration, and all around new experiences. Having missed a significant portion of her childhood, she tries to compensate for it and experience freedom as much as possible. She loves the sensation of spontaneity, the feeling of the blowing winds on her face, the rush of water over her body, the taste of all types of food (even ones that might possibly kill her). Even running through an open field or climbing up sharp mountains, having picnics under a bright blue sky, or colorful, even (as much as she doesn't want to admit to herself) crowded places. Basically, anything vibrant, anything freeing, anything new: All of them fascinate her. She loves the thrill and the rush, but her fears and distrust in others make her put up walls to hide this side of her from other people. Her attempts of independence also are halted by her lack of life skills.

Fourth Layer: Along with her free-spirit and attempts of independence, Hui holds an even deeper side to her once you manage to get past her walls of distrust. Once she trusts a person (a very rare occasion), she becomes fiercely loyal and protective of them. She almost feels like she can find trust in them, determined to remain by their side and valuing them greatly. This can lead to Hui developing tendency of clinginess and worries of "what if they change?" though. She'll stick with her trustworthy people, acting as both a fiercely protective guardian, and a scared young girl newly learning to feel at ease thanks to them. She'll try to control herself, out of the worry that she'll eventually either scare them away or exhaust them to the point they wouldn't want her around. She expects them to return the loyalty she offers, but doesn't say it out loud. Though around these people, she also tends to be more talkative and expressive about things. She has a silent way to express how much she treasures them and is willing to go extra lengths to ensure they're well. This is a reason why (besides her striving for freedom), she wants to be strong and independent.

Fifth Layer: At her core, Hui longs for connection, safety, and self-expression, but has a heart full of doubts, worries, and fears. Due to having been left alone in a cell for five years, and only rescued by someone trying to save their friend, and helped her "as an afterthought", she deep down feels like she's been lost, forgotten and uncared for before, and she might be completely lost and forgotten again at any moment of weakness. She doesn't see how she might even matter besides her status as a "Legendary Spirit" (which she despises being by the way). She's in desperate need of reassurance: of the fact that she's worth being remembered and cared for. Not because she's "The Legendary Spirit of Space", but because she's herself, Hui. She most wants to feel safe and understood being herself.

Demeanor: Distant, wary, intimidating, ready for a fight, definitely has some issues

Refused Traits: Hui isn't exactly "refusing" her parts of personality, but she tries to hide her deeper sides of her, like her loyalty, protectiveness, free-spirited and loving of life, as well as many of her deeper fears. Hui knows who she is and wants to keep it to herself.

Seemingly Uncharacteristic Traits:  Hui has a boundless enthusiasm to experience life, and often gets excited and curious when trying something new or traveling to a new place. This might seem uncharacteristic for those who don't know her well enough. Also her emotional side, can surprise people who don't know her much. Finally, her friggin' aesthetic choices!

When Alone: It depends on whether she's outside, in her room, or an unfamiliar closed place. For the first one, she'll first check everywhere to make sure no one is watching her, then either run around like an excited puppy, or sit on a high spot and enjoy the scenery. If in her room, she'll open the window (doesn't really matter the weather), lay on her bed, and watch outside while getting lost in thought, uncharacteristically peaceful. If an enemy, especially in a closed space, uhhhhhh...

When Angry: Tends to launch herself directly at the person or thing, probably either her spear or something sharp in hand, filled with enough electricity to at least leave permanent injuries.

When Annoyed: Tends to throw the closest throwable object at the source / person.

When Receiving / Showing Affection: Hui is not good at showing affection. She's likely to stare awkwardly at the person and try to say something she assumes to be kind or soothing, still with a weirdly blunt attitude and clear lack of communication. It causes the person to give her a strange look, trying to understand what in Multiverse she meant. She often refuses to show physical affection, however with people she absolutely trusts, she'll cling to them as if glued (surprisingly okay with hugs in that case). Though she struggles even more with receiving affection as she'll most likely find the person suspicious and in a freak-out, will try to get out of the situation as quickly as possible.

What Keeps Her Up At Night: Where do I even start? Worries? Her need for constant noise to feel safe? Intruding thoughts telling her to do things like "throwing pies at your teammates' faces, particularly Ruxir and Wendolena, sounds good", or "what would it be like to leave the team and become a rogue space bandit?". 

Habits & Quirks:

Tends to bite her lower lip when uneasy or uncomfortable.

Lets out an uncharacteristically strong laughter and proceeds to stare straight into a person's soul, when nervous, trying to put on a confident demeanor.

Tends to drum on a table, window, or any available solid surface with her fingers if there's no noise around.

Tends to use glittered color pencils in her drawings instead of regular ones.

Likes: 

Open places 

Travelling

Bright & fiery colors

Trying new things

Training

Food

Thunderstorms & sunny days

Camping

Hiking 

Adventuring

Windy or snowy places

Fluffy and colorful trinkets

Snacking while watching chaos (if she isn't apart of it)

Also sometimes enjoys drawing with Shan or learning to cook from Hematia (even though she has little talent in either of them-).

Dislikes:

Dark Crystal (the organization)

Too quiet places

Dull food

Formal occasions

Being pranked or made fun of

Forced romance (looking at ya the Matchmaker stories-)

Shapeshifters

Uncomfortable clothes

Overprotective people who might try to limit her

Not being taken seriously

Liars & traitors

Darkness

Currency conversion (it confuses her in every world they visit-)

Fears:

Enclosed & tight spaces

Being betrayed

Being kidnapped again

Being forgotten

Being completely alone

Losing those she comes to trust & care for

Sound of a door being locked

Being seen as useless or unimportant

Pet Peeves:

Pranks directed at her

People trying to tie her hair

People telling her what to do

The "godly cryptic speech" that Nihynia and other gods use.

Having to do a bunch of calculations for currency conversions.

Do shapeshifters count?

Motivations: She originally didn't want to be in Team Space and instead continue her training in BSA, but later, she found reasons to stay after realizing these missions might be an easier way for her to get stronger while also granting her a chance to explore places she otherwise would never even have heard of. As she warms up to the team, protecting them becomes one of her motivations as well.

Weirdnesses: 

Sleeps hugging a fluffy bright orange travel pillow.

Lowkey finds it funny when the jokesters (Ruxir, Wendolena, Eurus, and Kassin) prank someone other than her.

Draws with the glittered color pencils and doesn't use a regular pen or pencil.

In the kitchen, uses the knife like she's using it in combat - scaring everyone else.

Can't tie her shoes or style her hair in any way (yeah not even a ponytail), but refuses to have someone else do it for her either.

Has the worst communication skills a person can have and often interprets words, sentences, & conversations differently than intended. Her interpretations are often too literal.

Beliefs & Superstitions:

Believes the world is best experienced head-on, with little protection, except from people.

Believes drawing bright circles on a surface nearby brings good, cheerful energy to that area.

Believes most people are inherently evil, but with a few exceptions like Shan, possibly Barin, and later down the line - her teammates.

Believes magic should be easier to learn instead of a bunch of studying and concentrating. It's supposed to be more whimsical and fantastical than anything in Tiria.

Believes weapons are a necessity for someone to carry with.

Has no concept of "levels of proximity" and thinks trust and willingness are the only criteria for how close you can act towards someone.

Believes Dark Crystal is inherently evil, while the other organizations are suspicious at best.

Almost Always Refuses To: 

Cry or otherwise act emotional in front of someone else.

Let someone she doesn't fully trust, touch her.

Stay in completely quiet places.

Mannerisms & Speech: Direct and blunt, with zero sugarcoating, often not even caring about whether she's being rude or not.

Sense Of Humor: Dry, with a mix of bluntness and sarcasm.

Collects / Always Keeps With Her: 

Always keeps: her spear; a small, soft and fluffy blanket from her childhood before the capture, a few snacks for just in case, a Corestone, a pair of small knives, and a bunch of rope-like ribbons.

Collects: Tiny drawings from her teammates and trinkets from worlds she visits

Guilty Pleasures:

Coloring books when drawing can be too hard.

Lowkey enjoys watching others get pranked.

Is actually a huge food lover.

Music Taste: Can differ depending on her mood, but often likes rock and alternative; as well as the folk songs from places they travel to which she's fascinated by. She likes the Radiance's songs but is kind of tired of listening to their preparings.

Voice: Higher-pitched than expected, oftentimes sounding like she's yelling or screaming when she isn't.

Languages:

Fluent in: Thamirian

Can Hold A Conversation In: Rinfalese, Mandarin Chinese, Ba-Ri

A Little: Elirish, English, Celestial

Thoughts & Interpretations on:

The World: Both a cruel place when you let your guard down, and a place full of things worth experiencing.

Life: Life means thrill and movement for her, full of senses and emotions.

Freedom: Basically doing whatever she wants, without worry or fear.

Friendship: Friendship is based on trust and loyalty, someone who has your back no matter what, even after your "business" is done, is the ideal friend for her.

Love: Love is both selfless and selfish in her opinion. To love someone is to let them feel free to be themselves around you, and provide unwavering trust and loyalty; while expecting the same in return.

Hate: The definition of "hate" to her, is basically Dark Crystal. Or anyone / anything along that line.

Peace: For Hui, peace = freedom, especially feeling unthreatened and unlimited with it. "Peace" as in "harmony" seems meaningless to her.

Distress: The feeling of entrapment equals distress for her. Being unable to move or choose anything as well.

Fun: For Hui, fun equals thrill, excitement, or even some more relaxing stuff. It's more like doing whatever she feels like doing.

Fear: Fear is the feeling of entrapment, and a weight of hopelessness dawning on her. She often starts to act frantic, trying her absolute hardest to find a way out.

Trust: It means basically the most crucial thing she expects from life and people. It's a sense of safety and certainty she thinks she can only feel around certain people or places, that has to, has to earn it for her.

Happiness: Happiness = freedom to do whatever she dreams. She has a deep feeling of lacking this.

Concept Of A Team: It's new to her. She's suspicious of every single one of her new teammates and feels like they only work with her because they have to, and is willing to test their patience to the max.

Magic: Hui loves using her lightning magic in particular, but she doesn't like the process of learning magic. It feels way too stifling.

Technology: Compared to most members of Team Space, Hui actually has a better handling of technology thanks to her childhood years in Tiria and current training in BSA. Probably wouldn't like super high-tech or complicated devices, but feels more comfortable with most modern tech, viewing them as necessary.

The Gods: Nihynia and Ruxir aside, she's suspicious of all of the gods. For Nihynia, she's spiteful for being chosen as a Legendary Spirit by her, while she's annoyed to pieces by Ruxir for often being the target of his pranks and clashing with him in missions.

Chaos Factor In The Team: Hui is one of the more chaotic members on the team. Although quiet, her bluntness and short temper often make her more irritable and "fun to mess with", while her reactions can range from humorous to terrifying. On the other hand, Hui's desire for freedom, independence, and thrilling experiences often cause her to either temporarily leave, get into trouble, or, most commonly - both.

Changes & Arc: Hui's arc deals with the concepts of trust and freedom. In the beginning, she's a very guarded and distant figure whose distrust in her teammates causes her to restrain and restrict herself around them. She's also more defensive and impulsive in this point in time. However, as time goes by, she changes drastically during her arc. The walls she put between herself and others start to come crashing down, and she starts to express herself more easily and form deeper connections. As she forms these bonds and experience life, she also learns the value of tolerance and patience as well.

Extra: Although she does it when she's annoyed or angry, throwing small objects makes her feel sort of relieved, making others even more wary around her. Also when she's in "fight or flight" mode, she'll fight, like crazy, until she spends every remaining ounce of her energy. Though she also becomes extra clingy when scared, she doesn't admit to acting that way once she has her courage back.

ABILITIES & COMBAT:

Power(s): Storm Conjuration

Magic (Trick) Elements: Lightning / Electricity, Wind, Space

Magic (Other): Like most Legendary Spirits, she has access to "Spirit Magic", which lets her draw magical energy from the spirit world for her use.

Specialty / Natural Talent: Lightfoot (very quick and light on her feet)

Other Talents:

Skilled with close and mid-range weapons

Has a tendency to not give up until her opponent is unconscious enough to stop fighting (high stamina).

Not easily (non-magically) charmed by people with higher charisma due to her increased trust issues.

Skills with the spear

When feeling a strong emotion, she can accidentally become a rapper of sorts.

Strengths:

Fierce determination

Always alert

Loyalty for those who earn it.

Doesn't beat around the bush.

Quick on her feet.

Quick-thinking

Physically strong for her appearance.

Weaknesses:

Short tempered

Trust issues bordering on paranoia

Intense fear of closed spaces

Too blunt

Lack of survival skills

Lack of life skills in general

Has no communication skills

Too judgmental of people

Has little patience

Focuses too much on the experiences for herself rather her actions' effects on others. 

Lack of physical growth

Has RECKLESS spending habit claiming "It helps her do what she wants, so it's a part of her freedom" (owes money to at least five other characters)

Weapons: Her spear and (mostly lightning) magic. Also uses whatever throwable object she finds but isn't great at it

Items:

A satchel bag

A sketchbook Shan gifted

A pencil set

Ribbons

Trinkets

A water bottle even though she technically doesn't need it

Some sort of small, hard, throwable objects

Disabilities / Mental Illnesses: PTSD, Anxiety, and physical undergrowth

Stat Percentages (This has been a habit since Middleverse):

Speed: 85%

Strength: 58%

Stamina: 80%

Stealth: 85%

Agility: 65%

Endurance: 80%

Recovery: 84%

Balance: 40%

Accuracy: 78%

Close Combat: 58%

Distanced Combat: 60%

Survival Skills: 3%

Intuition: 35%

Magic: 60%

Luck: 25%

Intelligence: 64%

Emotional Intelligence: 18%

Wisdom: 35%

Strategy: 70%

Leadership: 45%

Cooperation: 15%

Charisma: 55%

Communication: 1%

Empathy: 41%

Memory: 75%

Hidden Abilities: Spirit abilities (intangibility at will, immortality, etc), Space magic connection

Improvements: Learns to control her trust issues and anger issues, learns to improve her lightning magic and space magic more efficiently, learns to face challenges more calmly.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Family:

Cerisna Thermin (birth mother)

Zyran Thermin (birth father)

Catelle Grimwood / Shufei Liu (adoptive mother)

Guyon Grimwood / Yuze Xie (adopted father)

Wendolena Witxen (caretaker, acts like Hui's older sister which is both annoying and endearing for Hui)

Friends / Allies:

Shan Lin (Childhood best friend and the only person Hui actually trusts.)

Shuang Lin (Shan's older sister who acts as a friend for Hui and deals with her nonsense more easily, while also being a caretaker for her.)

Payden Laerirn (Hui's friend and fellow spirit who was also captured by Dark Crystal. She's a bit suspicious of him due to his past with Dark Crystal, but tolerates him more than most people.)

Hiroki Nishimura (Another fellow spirit who was captured by Dark Crystal like her. She's alright with him especially since he's her companion in suffering.)

Erebus Nasethar (Fellow spirit even if he's given under the service of the Legendaries. Hui doesn't trust Erebus expectantly, but she has sympathy for him in her own way and can connect with him.)

Eirlys Umerina (Another fellow spirit but one Hui likes the least, or second least, among them due to her past of being raised as a spy and hiding her identity. She's basically the things Hui hates most in people.)

Arwyn Iluthmil (Fellow Team Space member, Hui has some respect for Arwyn for saving Shan's life, but can't trust him knowing he's like a brother to Frank (the person who tricked her when she was kidnapped). These suspicions only increased when she realized about his past in diplomacy and politics.)

Meissa Mocilla (Fellow Team Space member; Hui finds Meissa's intelligence intriguing but also finds her unwillingness and quietness to be insufferable.)

Ruxir Polarstar (Fellow Team Space member and the one Hui likes to call "The Bane of My Existence". Their interactions are some of the most chaotic out there.)

Libet Lamarre (Probably Hui's least favorite member of Team Space. Their values and perspectives of life are the polar opposite in possibly the worst way possible. They're only working together because a near-omnipotent goddess wants it.)

Myrkut (Fellow spirit and Team Space member; Hui finds Myrkut pleasant to be around but seeing his strategic mind keeps her on edge, knowing everything he does could also be a plan. Yeah she's paranoid even about this immortal twelve year old who's too shy to even talk.)

Hematia Rohtin (Fellow Team Space member; Hui thinks Hematia's fiery attitude can be fun but her maternal behavior makes Hui feel stifled. She feels mixed about it, wishing Hematia could tone it down and let her be, but also lowkey appreciates that someone is looking out for her.)

Tipus Icicle (Fellow Team Space member; Hui appreciates his quietness and relates to his lack of trust in others, but is irritated by his attempts of "playing the leader," and if he tries to make a slightly offensive remark about hers or Shan's membership in BSA.)

Eurus Storm (Fellow Team Space member and the other bane of Hui's existence. He's possibly even worse than Ruxir since Hui sees Eurus' chaos as more deliberate, but also due to his past as a thief known for his trickery. Yeah, it'll be hard for her to trust him.)

Kassin Silverwave (Technically a member of Team Space, but Hui prefers to consider Kassin to be "Arwyn's personal annoyance" instead. She knows the fairies like him can't be trusted in general, especially considering this little dude convinced her team's "diplomat" member within a single conversation to let him tag along cross-universe. But she's gained some respect for him after Kassin started to annoy Frank most.)

Tyttia Trace (Fellow Team Space member and the weird mentor figure for both Hui and Shan. Hui's annoyed by her overly bright and cheerful attitude and style, but has a weird respect and fondness for her.)

Vesta Merula & Vlad Ziskind (Both fellow Team Space members and former leading figures of Dark Crystal. So she only works with them because she has to, while turning the two's time in the team to hell, or aiming to do so.)

Chromos Acritas (Also a Team Space member that's a former leading figure of Dark Crystal, so she doesn't trust him either. But is more tolerant of him after learning he helped Arwyn save Shan (her closest friend) and that he also despises Frank, like she does.)

Tom Nels (He's a friend of Shan so indirectly an ally of Hui. She isn't really fond of him but thinks he isn't annoying at least, and since they both have trust issues, they rarely talk anyways. But she teases him and Shuang's romance.)

Rosena Freze (She's a friend of Shan so an ally of her too. Hui doesn't really like neither her nor Tom, but she thinks Rosena specifically can be too emotional which makes her more annoying to her. Though she likes teasing Rosena about her relationship with Payden.)

Nihynia (Technically Nihynia is the one who chose her to be the Legendary Spirit of Space and invited her to Team Space as a core member. Hui acknowledges Nihynia for giving her a purpose and her attempts to keep the greater balance. But she also loathes her for choosing her to be a Legendary Spirit.)

Rivals:

Eirlys Umerina (As a fellow spirit, they have connections, but they're both equally bitter about things that hold them back from their own potential. Hui and Eirlys were in the Spirit Realm together, facing the same challenges.)

Libet Lamarre (Inside Team Space, she's her main rival. They both are quick fighters who often have to work together, combining their lightning and water magic for example. However, their completely opposite beliefs make them constantly at odds with each other, causing them to often compete in situations where they need to cooperate.)

Niketria Hogan (While Niketria and her team might've ended up rescuing her while rescuing Payden, Hui feels a strong sense of both repellence and respect towards Niketria's stubborn, but caring "unbreakable wall of steel for the team" attitude, and finds her unexpected strength interesting. Hui does want to challenge Niketria one day and show that she's just as strong (also to see who's the true small but tough nut to crack of the Eight Alters.))

Jake Springlet (Jake is one of the students of BSA who doesn't like students from Tiria in general, and as Hui considers herself more Tirian than Thamirian, she takes things personally and tries to do better than Jake at everything to prove her point.)

Enemies:

Frank Theodore Milford (As her kidnapper, Hui holds a big grudge against Frank and doesn't trust him at all. She is always cautious around him after he kept her imprisoned in Dark Crystal, remembering those horrible memories.)

Beislar / Lorkness (As the main villain of the series and the one who ordered Frank to kidnap Hui, she naturally holds a strong grudge against him, determined to defeat him not just for good, but also for herself.)

Botolfe Cornelius (He is a leader of Dark Crystal who always took pleasure in messing with his victims, including Hui. She resents him for it and is wary of him too.)

Vanora Ziskind (Hui knows Vanora to be one of Dark Crystal's leaders as well, and the most bloodthirsty one (in the literal sense). She remembers her first days in Dark Crystal when she still wasn't a spirit, and how Vanora came after her. Like Frank and Botolfe, she holds a massive grudge against her.)

Tristia (While she doesn't have any personal connections to Tristia, Hui knows that she became a cursed spirit willingly and betrayed her family's and friends' trust in her. This is enough for Hui to absolutely despise Tristia.)

Ignacius Fiamel (Another leader of Dark Crystal, so naturally she sees him as an enemy, but isn't as big of an enemy to him as some of the other Team Space members (Tipus-).

Pets: Three small creatures she keeps as hers from the Tirian tour she participated in after first escaping captivity (a ladybug called Cherry, a pet spider called Hunter, and a black beetle called Spirit. Of course she tries to make sure Hunter doesn't catch the other two.)

Love Interest / Love Life:

Barin Igarashi (He is a ninja she couldn't trust at first, who was just as closed off as her. However, the two connected and understood each other better than expected, her guard falling as time passed (she is sometimes bashful about expressing her feelings). (Barin is Hui's main partner / love interest in the series, having met in Team Space stories.)

Wei Zhang (Wei was a childhood friend of Shan and Hui, who had a crush on her when they were kids. Hui did have brief feelings for him as a child, before being captured, but after returning, she was disappointed in him. She no longer holds any romantic feelings for him.)

Other Relationships:

Alondra Busker-Nels (Well, she's technically the house leader of the house (the Busker Mansion) Hui lives in with them (and a whole bunch of others), even though Hui herself isn't related to any of the Busker or Nels families and neither pays room rent, nor does any chores in the house. Instead, she annoys Alondra a bit, especially with the fact that she calls Radiance's music (the band Alondra leads) just alright too. But well, they're still allies and Alondra is trying to be patient with her.)

The Flying Café Crew (Besides Payden, Hui's just alright with the Flying Café Crew, though she finds Elvis and Miyuki to be too annoying and flirty with each other, and thinks Mr. Venor's level of knowledge on everyone else is too eerie for her to trust.)

Legendary 10 (Already mentioned the first half (Rosena, Shan, Tom, Elvis, and Miyuki), and as for the other half (Kent, Faren, Nour-Jawhara, Mert, and Marcelino), she sees them as allies in a way, but she doesn't really trust them as much as expected from her.)

Miraculum Karril (of all the leaders in BSA, she's the one Hui can't stand the most. She realizes Miraculum does plenty for BSA and against Dark Crystal, which she supports. But how far Miraculum can go for these purposes irks Hui, if not scares her a bit.)

STORY:

Role:

In The Main Story: In the Interdimensional main series, Hui is an important secondary character. Besides her role as the Legendary Spirit of Space and a close friend of Shan, she also acts as a strong ally of the Legendary Carriers and an antagonistic figure for Frank all throughout the series.

In Team Space: Hui is one of the most main members of Team Space, being a crucial figure in Nihynia's eyes in the battle against Beislar and more. She's also the youngest member of the team until Shan and Myrkut become constant members too.

Backstory: Hui Xie, or, Udela Castemera Thermin, was born in the stormy kingdom of Thamir - in the world of Yugenri, as the only child of Lord Zyran and Lady Cerisna, a mid-scale noble family. However, soon after her birth, some oddities about her were noticed: she was too quiet as a baby, she was learning to move (and then moving) far too quickly, and was too light that it felt like she was intangible. All of this, combined with her random bursts of magic, made her parents worry. They took baby Hui to a healer, who noticed that she was a living spirit (which is extremely rare compared to other types of spirits, most likely being tied to the Legend of Karril).

This made her parents ask for advice from the higher-ups, and a BSA official suggested hiding her in Tiria (as Tiria is considered by Yugenrins to be the safest of the worlds in Eight Alters, due to not having direct connections to any other world besides Yugenri and having little to no magic). This idea was accepted, and little Udela was sent to Tiria, after being given to the guardianship of two BSA officials who're also partially Thamirian (Guyon and Catelle Grimwood). The pair already had three children, who they had to leave to Guyon's sister as they left for their mission in Tiria. As Guyon was good friends with Lin Kun / Kun Lin (Shan's father), and Catelle was still lecturing Shouren Sen / Sen Shouren (future Potionsion professor) on medicine making, they settled in Ningzhou. There, Udela was given the name Xie Hui - as the daughter of Xie Yuze and Liu Shufei.

In her childhood, Hui went to the same school as Shan and became close friends with him (along with Zhang Wei but she won't talk about him). However, when she was eight, close to nine, her powers of storm creation surfaced and were more clear and worrisome than Shan's, who had also newly discovered his teleportation. For this reason, BSA instructed Guyon and Catelle to bring Hui back to Yugenri for training. And a few weeks after she turned nine, they were going to set out. But when they were about to, Hui was distracted by some colorful hairpins and called by a woman who looked and sounded like Catelle / Shufei. Hui followed her until she felt dizzy and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she was in a dark room, alone. Frank, Botolfe, and Vanora came and explained what happened, hearing her call for her parents. They tricked her and she was their prisoner now, and that her parents wouldn't come for her. After a check-up by Vanora and Itzal (for different reasons), Botolfe threw Hui into the Spirit Depths with help from Frank (who as a shapeshifter was the one who brought her there).

Hui stayed locked in a cell inside the Spirit Depths for almost five years, as she only escaped about a week before she turned fourteen. She was completely broken by that point, as she had been all alone for almost five years in complete darkness, people only coming once a month to check if she was there. However, they visited the Spirit Depths twice in total to lock Hiroki and Payden up too, who Hui tried to contact but was too scared to. She felt like she was nobody, nothing, something to be forgotten in this abyss.

In year three (during the Eternal Winter Arc); Ellenie, Zabar, and Niketria found the Spirit Depths as they were searching for Payden, but saved Hui and Hiroki along with him. Hui felt grateful but realized they didn't come for her either. They'd come for their friend, and she was an afterthought. She accepted it and as Payden and Ellenie left Dark Crystal, she ran away with them and learned the truths. She then joined the Legendaries (at that point only Rosena, Kent, Shan, and Faren were around) in their Tirian-Tour quest to prevent the Eternal Winter. She formed her friendship with Shan again there, but learned to not trust the others as she also faced Frank and Botolfe knowing who they truly were, and learn that the people who she knew as her parents were just guardians. She tried to react like how any teenager would react then, but BSA offered to start her training now. She accepted and in Year Four (when everyone else was suffering in the Solium War), Hui stayed in Yugenri and learned basic combat skills (which she was too enthusiastic about to be considered healthy). When Team Space was established in Year Five, Hui was one of the first people Nihynia picked to send on missions across the Multiverse for herself, as she was already chosen by Nihynia to be the "Legendary Spirit of Space." Hui didn't like the idea of being with all these "random weirdos" at first, not trusting a single one in the beginning.

Themes & Character Arc: Hui's arc mainly centers around the themes of trust, freedom, fear, self-worth and connections. The first time we see Hui, she's a scared child trapped in the Spirit Depths. When she first escapes, she's too afraid to trust even the people she's closest to and she acts extremely impulsive and unpredictable in her attempts to not feel like a captive or prisoner anymore. Over time, she slowly lowers her guard towards those she forms connections with, experiencing what the words "family", "friendship", "love", "trust", and "freedom" mean to her. As she begins to trust, she also begins to act more freely, slowly but surely letting her fears leave as she grows into a stronger person.

Extra / Fun Facts:

Among the Team Space members, Hui is seen as the "grumpy younger sister of the family" which she despises at first but starts to not mind it in time.

Hui is banned by Hematia from going shopping alone.

Hui sings in the shower or when alone, but will yell at any person trying to eavesdrop.

Hui loves ribbons but doesn't like tying them.

Hui won her "spirit yelling" contest against Eirlys simply by being more angry.

Hui is one of the few, rare characters who didn't participate in the Solium War. She would have participated but it ended on her first year of training.

Hui is a huge foodie and wants to try all sorts of food, as long as they won't be poisonous.

Hui tackles and wrestles people either playfully or angrily. It doesn't matter if the person is a 6'7 tall celestial (Ruxir), she won't give up until she wins.

Hui has a collection of small trinkets from places she visits, many of these being tiny plushies or keychains.

Hui's favorite place to visit was Eliri, with its open skies, peaceful atmosphere, and cloudmobiles to drive around.

Due to the people in Dark Crystal calling her "Udela", she hates being called by her birth name. It's like a trigger for her now.

Hui first met Barin in the "Matchmaker Event" short stories, specifically, the one with Valentine's Day "Triple Spins".

Due to the fact that Frank (a shapeshifter) had turned to the person she knew as her mother, to deceive and kidnap her, Hui has developed extra wariness and fear towards shapeshifters, that can come off as offensive to them.

Questions For YOU (readers):

Which one(s) of your characters / OCs do you think Hui would get along best with? Why?

What song(s) do you think would fit her best?

Would you have any headcanons for her?

What would you do if you met her irl?

In general, what do you think about the character?

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(Tagging everyone: @seastarblue @illarian-rambling @dearunreliablenarrator @avalordream @the-ellia-west @leahnardo-da-veggie @azz-writes @satohqbanana @storyteller-kara @daishitheprofessionalfool @thecomfywriter @the-letterbox-archives @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife @writeblrfantasy @author-a-holmes @heycerulean @ominous-faechild @kaylinalexanderbooks @willtheweaver @paeliae-occasionally @elritze @vesanal @wheres-all-the-tea-gone @lb-archives-atlas-department @onixieisawriterrr @glassfrogforest @write-with-will @the-golden-comet @distantflickering @distortedsense @thebadphilosopher and everyone else who I couldn't add but would appreciate the views & reading of! Thank you for reading it all and stay tuned for chapter 2 of "Search For The Legendaries", and the character profile for Arwyn, as soon as I can finish them!)

[oliolioxenfreewrites]

author ask tag

i'm a bit late but i wanted to make sure i did this one for everyone to get to know me better so thank you, @aalinaaaaaa @the-golden-comet, @goldfinchwrites @theink-stainedfolk, and @the-inkwell-variable for the tag!

i’ll be using novaxiom as a reference for some specific questions!

1️⃣ what’s the main lesson of your story?

existence is not passive. sound, motion, creation—none of it happens without a cost. novaxiom is about what it means to refuse erasure, to leave something behind even when silence is inevitable. syrin isn’t a hero, he’s not a chosen one—he’s a disruption. and that’s the point. because this isn’t a story about winning. it’s about what remains.

2️⃣ what did you use as inspiration for your world-building?

novaxiom started with research on sound—its physics, its impossibility to truly disappear, the way it lingers. i stripped the science down to its rawest form and rebuilt it as something alive. the frequencium became the foundation: sound as a force, a history, a living record of everything that’s ever moved.

psinorism is the opposite—not just silence, but stillness. not absence, but control. a locked world, preserved in place. sonoric sorcery moves, psinorism severs motion. they don’t just oppose each other—they define each other.

3️⃣ what’s your MC trying to prove?

syrin isn’t trying to be right. he’s trying to prove that movement is worth the risk. that sound—chaotic, unpredictable, relentless—is better than a world frozen in preservation. psinorians want to keep what remains. syrin wants to prove that a world afraid to change isn’t a world at all.

but… unrelenting motion is dangerous. sound consumes. and the deeper he goes into the frequencium, the harder it is to ignore why so many have chosen stillness instead.

4️⃣ chapter count so far?

novaxiom isn’t a single novel, it’s a chronicle. a layered, shifting history told through interwoven narratives. it’s still evolving, like frequencies colliding and separating across time. the chapter count will be whatever it needs to be.

5️⃣ fanfic or original? where are you posting?

original. novaxiom is entirely its own entity at this point. no borrowed worlds, no pre-existing frameworks. where it’s going? tbd. substack is an option. tumblr will always be home. but it’ll be posted where i feel the most comfortable, it definitely will be on ao3, but i want to make sure i try wattpad. but if anyone has any other suggestions for where to post my writing, don't hesitate to let me know in the replies or my dms!

6️⃣ when did you start writing this?

novaxiom has been an idea of mine for years, i could never figure out where to start! but the version that exists now? the one built on its own physics, cultures, plus its rejection of traditional fantasy?

that’s been solidifying all through 2024 and now 2025. what started as an idea about sound as magic turned into an entire system of existence and i’ve never been prouder of myself :)

7️⃣ words of encouragement for fellow writers?

creation is defiance. writing is resistance. every word we put down is our refusal to be silent. you don’t ever need permission or anyone’s validation. just write, make noise; and leave something personal and creative behind. you never know who you will touch with your words, and we owe it to ourselves as writers to see our thoughts through to fruition!!

this will be an open tag for anyone wanting to join, but i want to hear from these writers! so i will be tagging @slenders1ckn3ss @kaylinalexanderbooks @wyked-ao3 @leahpardo-da-veggie @ominous-faechild @dyrewrites @mjparkerwriting @seastarblue @glassfrogforest @unlivresanstitre @boosterseat3 and @radioregine !!

[askthecosmicprince]

(@ask-dawnanddusk) Maskviah leaned forward, taking care not to accidentally knock over the little snowman the mew had made. "Greetings, little light. I am a maker of stars and galaxies similar to yourself, and I was most curious about your culture and traditions. I have not heard of many others like I within mine own realm, and therefore I wonder how it is you all differ from I. What is your culture like? Does all of your family reside on one planet, or roam the stars, constantly travelling?"

“Father is the King of the Cosmos. He’s in charge of this universe and all the stuff in it. Mommas the Queen but she doesn’t do much ‘ruling’ but I think that’s cause she’d rather do other stuff while father handles it. They both live in the palace offworld.

Father is the one who actually makes the stars I just help by collecting the stuff for it. But when I’m older I’ll get to do it all by myself! Sometimes my cousins help collect stuff too but it’s usually my job.”

”Home planets are really small compared to normal ones, usually just big enough for a couple of houses and they orbit within adult territory. Once you’re an adult your free to choose a new home! It can be somewhere on Earth or a whole new planet.

“Earth is more fun to play on though so we all come here often,” the small mew continues to flip through the pages showing off cousin after cousin as he rambled. He soon slows down, his smile slipping a little as he mumbles, “oh uh sorry for rambling. I probably could have shortened that.”

“What about you?” The mew suddenly asked in return, “I haven’t met a star maker that wasn’t a cosmic from this universe.”

[coldercreation]

latty being subby has me thinking of dom!isac in general and i wonder if he's ever dommed kit 🤔 ik their dynamic is more isac being bratty usually but i feel like kit being taken care of and also made to work for it could be hm. very interesting if you do have any thoughts on that skdhsk

(love your work btw i am hyped for the wip!)

I have TOO MANY thoughts actually ghghhh! This is something I've legit puzzled over before, it's a bit of a complex one so I haven't been sure how to include or test that sort of dynamic from them in any of the works.

Like, Isac the person could absolutely dom Kit the person, especially when Kit's in his mushy soft boy moods. However... I don't know if it'd work for them like that because of the instinctual side? I can't really see Kit's A letting go in that way, being the head of the pack and so in control and all that.

The most control Izzy has over Kit's A is probably during Kit's ruts (and maybe during Nathan's heats... hmmm...), but even then it's like... Kit's instincts knowing that if he pushes too much and fucks it up, then he risks Isac getting fed up and kicking him out? (Yes the instincts can kinda be manipulative lil dicks to get what they want lol)

On a regular day, all I can imagine is that Kit's instincts would just see it as a game; probably would let Izzy 'try' being the one in control (making Kit wait, not touch, tie him up, whatever Iz wants) but it'd just be more indulgent from Kit's A than anything? Isac could try his best to get a rise out of Kit's instincts, but I just see it turning around on Isac and make him the one who's frustrated instead. I feel like Kit's A would just wait Isac out, let him tire himself, and then just finish Izzy off once Iz's worked up O folds :')

Maybe if Kit's A is having an extra chill and lazy-tired day, they'd get pretty close to a place where Isac can feel like he had the upper hand through and through (even though they'd both still know that Kit's A just let him play).

But! Even if they didn't have that kind of instinct deep dom/sub dynamic, Kit absolutely still is Isac's baby and he gets babied and taken care of just as much as the others. Like, Isac will complain about forced cuddles from the As and Lit being too mushy, but he does love all the attention and gives it back in his own ways. (He'd probably get mad if they suddenly stopped pawing at him or trying to force him into daytime cuddles. He'd 100% demand to have all that back, just to then say no again when offered.) Also, Isac knows how soft and sensitive Kit the person can be, so even though he loves bullying and aggravating Kit and his A, he also knows when the softer touch is needed. Lad's a demon but he's a very emotionally intelligent demon. He also loves Kit to bits so, there's that too.

Like I said, it's a complex one. There's many possibilities with their dynamic, but it's not as clear-cut as with the others so I haven't gotten around writing anything for this yet.

The instincts stuff is always very clear in my head in the way it works for them, but I don't know how well I've managed to translate it into text, here or in the series, so I hope this all made sense?? :')

Do you guys have thoughts on this? Likeee d'you get what I mean with it not feeling as simple with Kizzy? I'd love to hear if you think there's a different way of looking at their dynamic that could work for this though! xx

[sysig]

Physical media is forever (Patreon)

[frazelforever]

i see you going through all my open frequencies posts and judging by the frankenlump tags youve read it and i am digitally kissing you on the forehead and would die for you ok bye

hhgrrrnnn your fic is so beautiful so amazign so augh! your brain is absolutely beautiful!!!!

the feelings this fic has made my brain do loop de loops I had to take brakes in between paragraphs to stim

and then i infodumped for like ten solid minutes about it last night to my partner (who has not consumed any star trek however im working on rectifying that) bc i was having entirely too many feelings about the Maru debate bc it mirrors so many of our conversations and aggghhhh! thank you so so so so so much for writing this it has given me so much genuine joy i had to cut like 30 minutes off my infodump so it wouldn't get lost

[icewindandboringhorror]

Other Misc. Rambling Thoughts on the topic:

(~ !!!!!!!!! if you're just reblogging this post for the Poll section, please reblog the original post without this addition* lol. ~)

(*not that there's anything super personal or weird about the addition, just that it's meant to be kind of casual Side Commentary, not really part of the Main Point Of The Poll, so it would feel kind of weird for it to be emphasized by being included in reblogs unless the reblogs were explicitly about the side commentary, etc..... if that makes sense.. ANYWAY!)

It's neat to read the written descriptions that people are mentioning in the tags, since it's almost like I can see or conceptualize the idea as well, but it's just.. I'm not SEEING it.

Like for example: I can imagine a vase, it's a muted mint green and slightly translucent, elaborate golden birds sprawled down the side in streaks of thin rough watery paint, the base material shimmers gently in the light, there's a small chip where it's cracked on the handle, etc, etc. .. But as I'm thinking about this I see literally nothing.

It seems like perhaps some people can visualize an object first, and THEN describe what they see. But I sort of work backwards. I am building the object in my mind, I can never see it, but it's a collection of concepts. Rather than visualizing all details as a whole at once, I am adding each detail one by one, building onto the IDEA of the thing.

The vase doesn't have a crack on the handle because I just automatically visualized a vase with a crack. It was more that I cognitively understand the concept of a vase, what they tend to be made out of, how they tend to look and feel, the properties they have. So based purely on that knowledge, I can imagine "a chip is something that a vase could have, it would look this way and behave this way" - more like... I'm constructing a bullet point Fact List about the object rather than seeing it.

So if you tell me to imagine an object, I can, in a way, imagine that object in great detail, but it's just.. I'm not SEEING those details, more just knowing it's qualities in a purely conceptual way. Sometimes in the tags when people are like "yeah I can see the skin of the apple, texture, little dots on the surface" it's like… I can imagine that too, I can know it's there, but just with no visual attached.

I guess rather than SEEING something and going ''ah. I know what this looks like because I have seen it''. I more just skip that visual step entirely and go ''I know what this looks like, I just randomly have a list of information about the concept in my mind.'' etc. Maybe similar to how sometimes in dreams, even though a house may look completely different and be in an entirely fake 'dreamlike' environment, you just somehow KNOW intuitively that it's meant to be your childhood home or something. Even when it looks nothing like it in reality. There's a built-in base knowledge of the properties or information of some things within a dreaming mind, etc.

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This also makes me wonder about like.. how storytelling and myth is so important to cultures all across time. Or how this could tie also into concepts of religion.. etc. etc. If so many people really can kind of conjure these vivid images in their mind, then maybe that's part of why certain things are so meaningful to them? Like a "religious experience" being something you can actually really SEE/feel/lingering with you in your head, rather than just abstract words on a page, detached purely theoretical ideas, etc... hmmm

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Plus also just for average emotional stuff too, even outside of broader cultural conceptual attachments..

Like, I don't think there's a direct 1 to 1 link (obviously not all people with mental illnesses that significantly reduce their emotional or expressive capacity also MUST have aphantasia or vice versa), but it's interesting as someone who DOES also have a much more lessened emotional range/pretty flat affect/etc. etc. to think like.. Maybe I WOULD be more emotional, in a way, if I could have these vivid experiences..?

Perhaps memories would hold deeper significance if they could really stay with me vividly. Or storytelling would evoke more of a deep emotional reaction to me if I could really picture and feel the things that are going on. If things were more TANGIBLE in my brain, rather than always merely conceptual highly abstracted ideas.

Kind of like, it's probably easier to get over the death of a pet or something, if after not seeing them for an hour you already don't remember what they looked like (beyond just a vague fact list of traits), and you have no vivid memories or mental reminders of them (beyond just factual information stores). COGNTIVIELY you can appreciate the idea of their absence, of course, you still miss them, but there's just no remaining visceral sensory ties. A very "out of sight, out of mind" sort of thing in terms of attachments, memories, emotions, etc. Maybe certain things are easier to "get over", when you're not having constant mental sensory reminders that occasionally rekindle your feelings about the event or etc.??

(like for example, maybe someone could remain angry about an argument longer if they could vividly replay it in their head over and over again. VS just like.. 'Yes I can factually recall the fact I had an argument, and I do have knowledge stored about what precisely was said, but any sort of sensory data such as sights/smells/feelings, etc. from the actual moment of the event are long gone and can never be conjured again in my mind." etc.)

Which again, I think lessened emotional permanence and image permanence in the mind are NOT inherently linked, can all be caused by different things for different people. And, since I can't visualize anything in my head, maybe I'm misunderstanding how it happens and the effect it may have on stuff like remembering things you miss or replaying arguments, etc. etc. But it's still a little interesting to think about, if they could influence each other to some degree.... :0c --

Lastly, It's also weird because I'm actually pretty good at estimating distance and spaces? I can quickly assemble furniture without an instruction manual, pretty easily have a concept of how much space a chair may take up in a room, how two mechanical parts might fit together - BUT, I am literally not actually visualizing anything. I cannot see 3D objects in my mind at ALL. It's like.. just based on the pure List Of Facts About Things Which I Have Observed.. I can intuitively go "oh this works like this/this is this size" just because.. I know it's that size. I don't have to see anything to know..?

But then on the other hand, I'm terrible at directions without a map (I guess because a 3d outdoor environment has WAY more complexity than like.. "Will this square fit into another square?"etc. lol ).

BUT, I also draw/sculpt/etc. entirely without references, and seem to do mostly okay at that..? Like.. I can't even remember the last time I actually used a reference or looked at anything whilst drawing. It's all muscle memory, and me just adjusting as I go until something "looks right" on paper, I never have a set image in my head (or external reference) before hand.. Hrmm....

AND.. I used to say that I had a photographic memory when I was younger, which I know NOW is not true (I always thought it was just an expression, not that people could literally see things in a photographic way). But what I was describing is, I do often associate information with imagery, just... without imagery....

Like "Oh, I know that I took my medicine earlier today because I have a distinct memory, a snapshot of a moment in time, of me rattling the pill bottle in my hands as I looked up at a stop sign while in the back seat of a car". When I say this, I can't ACTUALLY see/feel/hear a pill bottle, or vividly picture a stop sign, but it's more just a factual recall, of. Even though I don't see these things, I know they happened, the information of them happening (me hearing a sound and also looking at a stop sign at the same time) has been stored in my brain as a memory, a collection of linked facts. --

As for other senses, I cannot taste or feel anything in my head AT ALL.. wild that some people mention that. I mean, again, I can have a purely factual recall as if reading a textbook, knowing the information of 'X item typically has X texture, therefore I can imagine what it may be like to feel it' or 'X usually has this taste' etc. - but I can never actually experience those senses in any capacity in my mind alone. I would say audio is my strongest mental sense (maybe a 2.5 or 3 (if it were translated onto the above scale where 1 is most vivid and 5 is nothing)), then visual (4.5 at most, usually 5), and then taste and smell and such are just complete 5, absolutely nothing, I didn't even know people could experience taste or feeling just in their mind alone.. lol...

I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :

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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )

[blackpearlblast]

[ID: drawings of a golem animated by a palestinian flag painted on its forehead. it is seen: holding out its arms protectively in front of a crowd of children, the children also hold each other supportively; catching an air strike missile from the air and throwing it away or crushing it in its fist; turning its back so that a child can warm her hands by the earth oven built into its back, food in a pot is cooking on the fire and a boy holds a cup of steaming tea to his face and enjoys the aroma; clearing away rubble so a man can help up his wife who was buried underneath, she is clutching a baby to her chest; stooping down to look at a kitten a young boy is holding up to show it; and dissolving small flakes of clay from its finger into a glass of water, purifying it. end ID]

@fairuzfan asked people to create and share art for the strike. i wrote an artist statement and then set about trying to draw what i envisioned. artist statement below.

This golem is a protector that I wish I could gift to the children and adults in Gaza. The flag on its forehead is to show that love for the Palestinian people is an animating force for people fighting for a free Palestine all over the world, especially for those in Palestine who are trying to free themselves and their people. Love is the motivation for the call for a free Palestine, not hatred like people try to claim. It is very strong and fast and can catch air strikes out of midair and crush them to dust or throw them back in the direction they came from. It can lift all the rubble of a collapsed building very quickly so nobody can get trapped underneath. It has an earth oven in its back with an ever-burning flame that people can use to warm themselves and cook food and heat water to use to bathe themselves or make tea. Pieces of its clay can be crumbled up and mixed into water to make even the most brackish and unclean water pure and safe to drink.

The golem is always a bit of a tragic figure so I don't imagine it staying around forever once Palestine is free and it is no longer needed. I think it would use its great strength to help rebuild the destroyed houses, churches, schools, universities, hospitals, and mosques and then dive into the Jordan river and dissolve. It would clean the river of all pollution and make the water splash up over all the newly replanted fruit trees, causing them to grow big and strong. Its love for Palestine and its people can be tasted in the fruit they grow for generations.

I choose a specifically Jewish icon of protection because of how it feels to witness such horrors done in the supposed name of Judaism and the Jewish people. For many anti-zionist Jews, we feel like we are acting directly within the teachings of our stories and communities by opposing this genocide. It is difficult to understand how the very people and institutions who taught us these values now fight against them so fiercely. While obviously I would still oppose Israel were I not Jewish, the way I oppose Israel is directly informed by my Jewishness. I hope that someday, somehow, Judaism can bring as much joy and support to the Palestinian people as it has brought grief and destruction. That Jewish symbols used in the name of love and justice will bear more significance than the ones used in shows of hatred. Knowing the depth of the harm caused, I do not know if this is possible. But this artwork and everything I have dedicated myself to these past few months and continue to dedicate myself to in the future is born from this hope. I love you. Thank you for being on this planet with me. From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free! And it will be beautiful.

[afterglowsainz]

Hey can I get a jealous Jude x female reader. Nothing too toxic lol l, it’s just some guys hitting y/n up on social media and somehow Jude sees the DMs and gets a little jealous. Then his petty self goes and posts a picture of him and his girlfriend on her ig or something petty like responds back with a “she’s busy bro”. Thanks 🫶🏻

jealousy | jude bellingham

obsessed with this concept already !!

summary: while you're getting ready to go out on a date with your boyfriend, he accidentally sees some dms he doesn't like and decides to do something about it

warnings: none

word count: 738

a/n: boring title booo i know i know i couldn't think of anything better :( i do hope you like the one shot tho it was fun to write about jealous jude <3

you were getting ready to go out on a date with jude while he was laying on your bed waiting for you. his phone was charging somewhere in the living room so you gave him yours to play a game so he doesn’t get bored. you were putting on your makeup while singing along to your playlist while he was building some villages or whatever it was that they do on clash royale. however, jude got distracted when an instagram dm pop up at the top of your phone, it was from this formula 1 driver that he knew was always liking your pictures, he didn’t knew he was dming you as well. he thought about opening the message, but he didn’t want to invade your privacy like that, so he simply looked at you.

“someone dm you.” he says.

his voice took you out of your little world and you place your gaze on him thought the mirror you were applying your makeup on.

“who?”

“lando norris.” he reads the name like he didn’t knew already.

“what does it say?” you hide a laugh and continue with your makeup routine.

jude opens the message and reads it out loud. it was obvious he was hitting on you by replying to a story you had posted earlier that day when you went to brunch with your friends and you felt cute.

“are you gonna answer?” he asks again, hints of jealousy on voice.

“not really, no.” you answer and go back to singing along and applying mascara on.

when jude goes back to the screen on your phone his thumb accidentally swipes left and your whole inbox is completely exposed to him. he didn’t meant to do that, but it really was an accident and he couldn’t help but see now that it was there, only he wished he didn’t have.

some of your dms were just conversations with your friends, but a lot of them were just guys replying to your stories and hitting on you, which made him even more jealous than before. you never replied to them, going as far as deleting some of the messages you received, but since you hadn’t checked your instagram since that afternoon a lot of dms from different guys complimenting you on your story were there for jude to find.

he frowns at the phone and takes a look at you, completely oblivious while doing your eyeliner. his eyes go back to the screen and he starts looking up some pictures that you took the week before of you two.

“do you mind if i post one of those pictures you took of us last week?” he asks out of nowhere. “so i can repost it on my story.” he clarifies.

you frown a bit confused because this is the first time he has asked you something like this, but after him seeing the other guy’s dm and feeling a bit jealous you connected the dots and smile amused.

“sure.” you say.

he nods and went to post a story with the two of you looking definitely like the couple you were. he spend a few seconds thinking about a good caption, landing on a simple “my boyfriend❤️”, very straight to the point. he also tagged himself big enough for everyone to see and posted the picture, a satisfied smile on his face.

when you were done with your makeup and ready to go, you approached him and sat on his lap, your phone still in his hand.

“let me see the picture.” you smiled. he shows you the story and you rolled your eyes, a bit amused at his possessiveness. “was that really necessary?” you point at the text and he just shrugs.

“i just feel like there’s a lot of people that don't know we’re together, you know? just wanna put it out there.” you nod, fighting the smile on your face and putting your arms around him.

“is that so?” you tease him, getting closer to him if that was even possible.

“yeah, lots of guys on your dms.” he confess. “they liked your selfie earlier.”

“hmm.” you answer. “i wouldn’t know about that, i only like one guy.” a treacherous smile takes over his lips and you take the opportunity to kiss him. “wanna go? we’ll be late to dinner.”

jude just nods and gets out of bed, never dropping your hand for a second.

[moechies]

you literally cannot tell me that kaiser doesn't love period sex... hear me out okie!

he's not the biggest fan at first glance. like any other normal being, he thinks it's rather gross and unhygenic -- i mean the period is literally the lining of your uterus being shed, so he's not the biggest fanatic right off the bat.

it's only when he sees you writhing painfully atop of your shared bed, sniffling into the soft sheets with soft groans. he snoops up behind you, pushing your hair back behind your ear before pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek, asking you what's wrong.

he only coos sadly when you tell him it's your period, and it's hurting real bad. he brings a big, warm hand and clasp it over your tummy, asking if there's anything he can do to help. you only shake your head, the least bit frustrated at his ministrations having being worn from the pain all day, and wanting nothing more but to bask in your pain for a bit.

it's only when he's sitting in your guy's living room, waiting on a pack of pads and some sweets he ordered to be delivered to the home, when he comes across a video that claims: having sex on your period makes your cramps hurt less! he quirks a brow and scoffs, in what world would that even make sense? he's quick to scroll on, but can't deny his suspicion on whether the spewing man was right or not. so he opens a searching browser, and upon further research, and scrolls through r/periodsex on reddit, he deemed the man's claim to be strangely correct.

so he titters himself back into the bedroom where you lay, now scrolling on your computer with an abundance of pillows and sheets surrounding each side of your body, and kaiser chuckles at the sight.

"maus.. you've heard that havin' sex on y'r period can rid your cramps?"

you scoff, on par to his reaction but yours expends a little more anger. "that's so stupid, miche." you scowl a bit, face lightening when he reveals a couple chocolate bars and little sweets from his back.

"i dunno, 'id some research 'nd i think it might be true." he whistles, strolling his way over to you and handing you a bar of chocolate, placing the rest onto your bedside table.

"thank you, miche!" you grin, taking a nibble from the sweet, "but, i don't think your little period thing is true. sounds stupid." you're the same as him. no wonder you guys are so perfect for one another.

"hm," kaiser hums, rubbing his chin, "wha'dya say we test it out, maus?"

and that's how he got you here -- arched evilly as his heavy cock head sides back and forth through your aching slit. it spills with tinted slick, coating his pale-pink shaft red.

"micha," you cry out, terribly embarrassed as his slowed actions. you thought he'd be quick to get it over with for your sake, but he seemed to be enjoying this little 'try-out' way too much. "hurry, s--so embarrassed." you cover your face and whine as he taps his cock against your wet cunt, loud, sloppy noises eliciting from the mess. "embarrassed? how come?" kaiser grins, "nothin' t'be embarrassed about, lovie. 's just me."

"i know b--but... don't want y'to think ‘m gross." you whine, handling at the white sheets.

"nothin' you do is gross, maus." kaiser hums. "you understand?" you nod quickly, knowing just how mean he could get if you even bother trying to talk down on his efforts to love you. "hase, i'll put it in now, yeah? tell if it hurts, swear."

"i will! f--fuck me, miche, pleasee," you whine, shaking your ass up against his erection.

"you're shameless, hase." kaiser laughs, wasting no time before he thumbs at the front of his cock, pressing the crown against your weeping slit. you two gasp simultaneously when he fucks only the tip into your cunt -- fuck.

your pussy is so much hotter, and much more tender than it usually is -- and he knows this fact well enough from the amount of times he's made love to this very pussy. you whine when you feel your tummy churn from another cramp, tears building against your lashline. "oh, fuck, hase." kaiser whines, inching himself bit by bit into your sensitive cunt, a gentle thumb coming down to massage at your swollen, pearly clit. "y'alright, maus? need me to stop? or slow?" kaiser asks considerately despite his urge to not listen even if you do tell him to. god, it feels so damn good.

"no! miche, m--more!" you whine,

"haaah," a soft murmur of 'so hot,' is all he can manage as he shuffles himself further and further into your pussy, coming to a halt when he hears a rather pitched yelp.

"hase? y'alright?" you're breathing heavily, paired up with loud breathy moans. he's never seen you in this state with just his cock shoved into you -- without even moving or any other felt on your body. "'s sensitive, yeah? the ladies online said so, too." kaiser hums, thrusting slightly.

"shu--shut up, micha, just fuck me, 'kay? slowly!"

"y'got it, hase, calm down, 'righ? just enjoy it, miche'll make you feel s'good. so fuckin’ pretty hase.”

and god -- when he looks down after pulling out a slight and sees his cock coated in a deep crimson, he groans so unbelievably loud unlike you've ever heard before. the pretty scarlet in contrast to his white skin is throwing him in a loop, unable to help himself as he humps back inside with little remorse. he whimpers and whines each and every time your quivering pussy clenches his cock over and over -- and he's not even sure if you're aware of what you're doing.

"fuck, maus. f--feels good?" he finally cracks, bringing his hand down again to massage at your clit.

"u--uhuh, good.." you mumble, drooling against the sheets with a bit of tongue poking out. fuck, you're cute."

"cum now, baby, c'mon." kaiser leans over, pressing your body further into the sheets with his chest pressed against your bare back. "you can do it." he whispers, watching you unravel and shudder around his cock with a mean pinch to your clit. "m--miche..!" your thighs shiver, crying as you cum meanly on his cock and messing his shaft with a mixture of your creamy nut and rufous blood.

kaiser groans, fucking you gently to ride out your orgasm. his strokes are slow and deep, making you gasp at each initial thrust. "i'll cum inside." not a question, just a statement, a warning if you will.

and he does just that, unraveling just a mere couple seconds after yours and shooting white ropes of thick spent into your poor pussy. he groans and pants all at once, pulling out with a soft plop and pressing a kiss to your asscheek before pulling at it to admire his artwork.

he whistles in awe, watching his load spill out of you and mix with your blood to create a peony pink -- and although feeling a sense of flailing pride having to see his nut spill out of you, he won't chastise his sweet girl for it this time.

"m--miche..."

"yes, baby. let me clean you up." kaiser grunts with a grin, arms wrapping you into his embrace and taking you to the bathroom. "lets shower, yeah? i'll wash y'r hair f'you."

you press a weak hand against his chest, "b--but did you like it? was it g--gross?" you ask nervously, tiredly, unable to meet the man's eyes.

"no, i told you, i'd never find any part of you gross, maus. i loved it." kaiser chuckles, holding no hint of recline in his cerulean eyes. "you sure?"

kaiser scoffs. the one thing about kaiser is that he never lies. he'll tell you straightforward when he oughts, and you know this much. but you can't seem to hide the impending doom of embarrassment that haunts you in the back of your head, even if he affirms you over and over. "like i'd lie, lovie. don't doubt my honesty now. it was fun, ‘nd yer so pretty everywhere." he pinches at your cheek, earning a playful slap to his chest. "how's your tummy? still hurts?"

you shake your head, "no, doesn't hurt anymore, swear." and kaiser only grins, kissing your forehead gently.

"good, lovie. let me warm the water."