#I have one more ask to answer. but send me more anyway

[mochinek0]

Daminette December: 19-Asking Advice

INSPIRED BY THIS COMIC BY  @penn-dragon on tumblr

<The other day I was dying laughing at the thought of Zoro (first time feeling attraction) talking to Luffy (never felt attraction in his life) about his feelings for Sanji and them coming up with a wildly incorrect assumption about what's happening>

As six year old Damian looked over the books, his mother had brought him, he reread a part of the book. After three times, he had made his decision.

"Mother, I cannot be around my servant anymore." Damian declared.

'The servant girl?'

"Why not?" Talia questioned, "You are far more powerful than her. If she acts out of line, punish her."

"I'm allergic to her." her son responded.

'What?'

"Explain." she demanded.

"According to this medical book, my palm perspire, nausea, difficulty speaking or breathing momentarily, and tightness in my chest." Damian explained, "All of these symptoms are listen under allergies. There are severe symptoms as well, but I have yet to be that effected."

"I see." Talia replied, then smiled, "I shall have her removed."

"Thank you, Mother." Damian spoke.

Talia stormed over to the servant quarters.

'That little bitch thinks she can seduce my son. She thinks she can replace me? One of the older ladies must have put her up to it! They will learn to bow to us and they will learn to never disrespect us, again!'

Talia watched as the girl gasped for air, dragging her body out of the pit. It was the second time she crawled out. Talia watched as she walked over and sat in position again.

"Talia, enough!" Ra's commanded, suddenly.

"She is causing conflict with your heir!" Talia growled out, "She is weakening him! He-"

"Damian is a child. If you wish to be rid of her that badly, send her away." Ra spoke, "He will liekly forget she existed."

Talia looked down at the child and backhanded her once more.

'Lucky brat.'

When she woke up, she was in a hospital, hooked up to wires. She couldn't communicate with the staff until later. All she told them was her master hit her because she was wrong. She was unnamed and had no parents. A year later, she was adopted and given the name Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

"God, I really like this guy, Damian." Jon spoke, floating in his best friend's room, "He makes my heart flutter and my stomach gets into knots. Just looking at him, my breath hitches."

Damian rolled his eyes, "You're allergic to him. Stay away from him."

Jon laughed for a moment, but the look on Damian's face told him he was serious. Jon landed on his bed.

"No." Jon spoke.

"Yes." Damian corrected him, "You're experiencing-"

"Damian have you never had a crush?" Jon asked, "Well, I guess you haven't but-"

"Crush?" Damian questioned.

"Uh, attraction for another person. That is what I have been describing." Jon answered, "You just want to be near them or know what they are doing. You want to show off to them; you want to make them happy. The butterflies in your stomach feeling!"

Jon could read the confusion on his best friend's face.

"Shortness of breath just from looking at them." Damian spoke, "That's' not an allergy? You like them."

"Yep." Jon smiled.

"Mother, I cannot be around my servant anymore." Damian declared.

"Why not?" Talia questioned, "You are far more powerful than her. If she acts out of line, punish her."

"I'm allergic to her." her son responded.

"Explain." she demanded.

"According to this medical book, my palm perspire, nausea, difficulty speaking or breathing momentarily, and tightness in my chest." Damian explained, "All of these symptoms are listen under allergies. There are severe symptoms as well, but I have yet to be that effected."

"I see." Talia replied, then smiled, "I shall have her removed."

"Thank you, Mother." Damian spoke.

"You really need to work on your people skills." Jon declared, "I know assassins are suppose to be emotionless, but they can also read people and body languages; at least in the movies, anyways."

Damian nodded.

'I think I got my first crush killed.'

Damian sighed as they waited for the Parisian class that was coming to Wayne Enterprises. His father had don another ridiculous contest. One glance at his brothers told him they didn't want to be there either. He was seventeen and had finals to study for; he didn't want to play babysitter.

"Welcome to Wayne Enterprises." Bruce spoke, as they lined up in the entrance.

"Wait!" a voice called out, "Sorry! I'm here!"

They all turned and saw a girl carrying a lot of bags. Damian quickly recognized her and rushed over to hug her.

"I am sorry, Habibiti." he whispered in Arabic.

"Master Damian?" she questioned back.

"I did not know." he continued to whisper in Arabic, "I assumed you to be deceased."

Everyone froze in shock as the youngest Wayne hugged a girl. Quickly his brothers sprung into action and demanded the class to carry their own bags. Once that was all settled, Bruce walked up to his son and the young lady.

"Hello, I'm Bruce Wayne; Damian's father." He announced, holding out his hand.

"Oh!" Mari quickly shook his hand, "I always thought he looked like his mother, but I can see the resemblance."

Damian glared at his brothers, seeing them tense up.

"Uh, what is your name?" Dick prodded.

Mari smiled, "Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"You can call me Damian Wayne." His son spoke.

Mari blushed and shrugged, "Seems your important everywhere you go, huh?"

"Doesn't make you any less important to me." Damian replied.

Marinette felt her face flame up, making the Waynes smile.

"How do you know Marinette?" Rose asked.

"Marinette and I grew up together." Damian answered, "The last time I saw her, she was five years old."

"So, you knew Mari before you met Lila?" Nathaniel prodded.

"Who?" he questioned.

"Lila!" shouted Alya, "She played at Wayne Manor-"

"I am to assume you are speaking of Ms. Rossi, in his scenario." Damian pushed back.

"Uh...yeah?" scoffed Kim.

"Ms. Rossi, step forward." Bruce spoke.

The class quickly shoved her to the front to give the childhood sweethearts a reunion. Damian gently pushed Marinette behind him.

"Hi." Lila blushed, attempting to look shy, "Damian."

"Ms. Rossi." spoke Bruce, "My son won't hesitate to sue you for slander and defamation of his character."

"Huh?" she spoke, "But."

She looked over to see Damian Wayne glaring at her.

"I never met my son, let alone knew about his existence, until his mother dropped him off with me at ten years old." Bruce declared, "My son never 'played'."

"Lila doesn't lie!" Alya pushed.

"If you had looked up about Damian, at all, most articles are about Bruce getting him at age ten. There has never been a mention of his mother." Tim announced, "Damian doesn't even go to galas because of how anti-social he is."

"Not anti-social, Timmy" Jason interjected, "Violent. Some girl hit on him at school, so he punched her."

Tim continued, "All evidence of this fabricated lie, could have been found through the simple use of Google. Even papers like the Gotham Gazette or the Daily Planet talk about Damian."

Dick grabbed Tim's coffee mug and sniffed it. He quickly handed it back and leaned towards Jason.

"Decaf." he whispered.

"So he'll be snippy for two more hours, then pass out." Jason whispered back.

'Go Alfred.'

Alya turned to look at Lila, "Why would you lie to us? We're your friends. You-You said he took you out to dinner. You told us you guys had steak and lobster."

"I would never eat steak; I'm a vegetarian." Damian growled, "I own a cow as a pet."

"You do?" Marinette asked.

Damian quickly pulled out his phone and showed her a picture.

"They look so soft! Do you have any other pets?" she questioned.

"Five. You must come see them." Damian declared.

"How about the tour first." Bruce interrupted, "We can get permission from your adopted parents about coming over or finding spare time so you may visit her."

"Adopted?" Adrien asked.

"Mother didn't do too much, did she?" Damian questioned, ignoring the question from the model.

Marinette simply looked down.

"Marinette?" Damian prodded.

"I woke up, twice, in the pools." she confessed with a sad smile, "Your grandfather told her to let me go. Next thing I knew, I was in a hospital in Paris."

"We can discuss the past in a more private section later." Bruce spoke in Arabic.

"Yes, Father." Damian answered in the same language.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne." Mari followed.

Bruce smiled, "You can call me Bruce."

Damian grabbed Marinette's hand and pulled her towards the start of the tour. The class followed, silently. They were unsure what to do. Marinette was smiling and had connections to the Wayne family. Lila was in the far back, embarrassed. She hadn't expected the Waynes to call her out, in front of everyone, or threaten her with a lawsuit. She could already hear the whispers.

"We should look up what Lila's been saying."

"I'm sure it wasn't....that many lies."

"Obviously we can't rely on our journalist blogger anymore."

"Yeah."

"Marinette's been calling her a liar for years."

"Do you think we messed up?"

"I hope not."

That night, Damian looked down at the phone in his hand. His father was waiting to hear back from Tom and Sabine about Marinette's new supervision adjustment. His finger hovered over Jon's name. He took a deep breath, knowing the only outcome that would be possible from him.

"Damian?" answered Jon.

"How do you ask out your crush?" the youngest Wayne questioned.

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[lyn31]

Your writing is so wholesome and sweet of Zayne. Can you write one of where reader has a toxic, narcissistic, and cruel mom. Reader barely contacts her mom. Mom calls reader ofc cuz she needs something from reader and reader gets into an argument with her over the phone because she knows moms true intentions. Zayne gets home from work and sees reader upset and quiet. She then eventually breaks down to Zayne when he ask her what’s going on. Zayne comforts reader tells her she will be ok and that he will always be there for her. I have a narcissistic mom who is really mean so I think Zayne would be so comforting, understanding, and safe to always be around. Thank you and if you don’t want to write this I completely understand.

Thank you for the req! Hopefully I did it justice and Zayne's comfort give you one as well 💕 I try to make the mom's manipulative subtle, so fingercrossed it come across, wait that sound bad 😭 I'm sorry, please enjoy the fluffy part!

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Comfort

Summary

You confronts the emotional manipulation of you past while finding healing and unconditional love with your patient partner, Zayne, in a quiet moment of understanding and comfort.

My Masterlist ✨

Notes

Pairing: Zayne x MC/Reader As you know, I usually make my characters can fit both MC or Non-MC characters, so this can fit both way, with MC in AU or with Non-MC in general! (I like to think her as MC but don't want to restrict the reader, my brain is weird that way)

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The phone buzzes on the counter, and the name that makes your stomach churn flashes on the screen. You don’t have to check—you already know. Your mom. You try to ignore it, but the buzzing doesn’t stop. When you finally answer, there’s no "hello," no "how are you." Just that sharp, needy tone she’s perfected.

"Hey, I need you to do something for me."

You don’t have the energy to pretend today. "What is it this time?"

Her voice hardens. "You’re being dramatic. I’m asking for help, not a lecture. Just send the money, and we can move on."

You roll your eyes, but keep your voice level. "I can’t. I told you that last time. I’m not sending you any more money. I can’t keep doing this."

Silence on the other end. Then her voice lowers, cutting through the tension like a blade. “You know, I raised you. I gave you everything I could…” She trails off, as if the words are meant to strike a chord.

But you sense there’s more to her tone than just guilt. It’s almost like she’s regretting the distance between you two, but not enough to admit it. “The least you could do is help me when I need it. It’s not like I’m asking for much."

A tight knot forms in your chest. You can feel the shame she’s trying to twist around you. But you refuse to let it take hold. Not today.

"Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you—" You cut yourself off with a sigh.

You almost go there. Almost. But what’s the point? She never listens anyway.

"I can’t keep being your backup when you mess up. I have my own life, and you’ve made it clear you don’t care about that."

You hear her scoff. "You’re just like your father—selfish. Fine, don’t help. I’ll manage somehow, like I always do." You don’t even flinch. You’ve heard it all before. The line goes dead then.

You stare at the phone in your hand, screen gone dark. The buzzing silence that follows rings louder than the call ever did. Your pulse echoes in your ears, fingers trembling before you even realize it.

It always happens like this—she calls, asks for something, makes you feel guilty, then ends with some insult, like it’s your fault you’ve become a person with boundaries.

There's a tightness behind your eyes that you fight not to blink away.

You feel a lump in your throat, but you swallow it down. You’re not going to cry over this again.

You hate how easy it is for her voice to unravel you. How a few words drag years of hurt back to the surface, and how even now, part of you wonders if you’re the bad one.

The guilt creeping up like an old, familiar friend. Maybe I should’ve helped? You fight the thought down. No. You can’t keep giving in. But the weight presses on your chest—maybe you are selfish.

Maybe this is why she calls. To remind you that, no matter what you do, it’s never enough. It’s twisted, but part of you wonders—if you did cave, if you just sent the money, would the call have lasted longer? Would she have asked how you were? Said she missed you?

You shove that voice away, swallowing the guilt and hope down, but it leaves a bruise.

When Zayne walks through the door, for a split second, your body tenses, as if expecting another blow. But it’s Zayne. And the air shifts. He doesn’t immediately say anything. He’s always quiet when he notices you’re off, sensing it before you even say a word.

The soft click of the door behind him is enough to make you glance over your shoulder. He notices immediately—your posture, the way your eyes seem distant, almost like you're shutting down.

His gaze softens as he takes a step closer, his voice gentle. "Hey, what's going on?"

You try to smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. You shake your head, barely holding it together. "It’s nothing."

He doesn’t buy it. He knows you too well, and he knows that tone. He sits next to you, close enough for your shoulders to touch, but not enough to invade your space. He waits. Silent. Patient. He doesn’t need you to speak right away. When you finally do, your voice cracks.

"Well," you murmur, voice small. "She called again. Just asking for something. Like she always does."

Zayne finds your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles—and somehow, that simple pressure slowly quiets the storm you didn’t realize was still raging. He doesn’t interrupt as you continue, the frustration and hurt breaking through. "She doesn’t care. Doesn’t even say hi anymore—just jumps straight to, ‘I need money,’ like I owe her everything."

He pulls you into him, lets you rest against his chest. He smells like home. The kind you never had growing up, but somehow ended up finding anyway. It’s steadying. It’s safe. It’s everything your mother never was.

You press your face into him, feeling the pressure you’ve been holding in. "I hate it," you whisper, barely above a breath. “I hate that she can still make me feel like I’m ten years old and worthless. Like I’m the one who did something wrong.”

Zayne’s arms wrap around you, comforting and strong. His voice is steady, low, like he’s speaking directly to the heart of the matter. "You’re not wrong," he says firmly.

“You’re not selfish for setting boundaries,” Zayne adds, a note of conviction in his voice. “I’ve seen you stand your ground before. Like with work. You told your boss no when they tried to overwork you last month. You’ve always been the one who stands up for yourself, even when it’s hard. You’ve got this.”

You want to believe him. You want to feel strong again. But it’s hard, so hard, to shake the voice she’s left in your head. “It’s always like this. Every call ends in guilt or screaming.”

You bury yourself deeper in his embrace, letting his warmth surround you, the tension in your chest slowly starting to fade away. You let out a shaky breath, but you still feel fragile. The battle between wanting to stay strong and feeling small from all the hurt she’s caused swirls inside of you.

Zayne shifts, his hand firm but gentle, anchoring you in the present. His presence is grounding, a reminder that he’s here, that he sees you. "I know," he says softly, like he understands the weight of it all, the toll it’s taken on you. "I can’t change what she does, but I can promise you this—you’re not alone in this. Not now, not ever."

"I’m so proud of you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "For standing your ground. Love shouldn’t feel like a transaction. And yours isn’t. Not to me.”

You nod against his chest, your tears finally falling, but this time, it feels different. You’re not alone anymore. Zayne’s right here, with you, holding you through it all.

The silence between you stretches comfortably, only the quiet sound of his breathing and your own filling the space. Zayne doesn’t rush you, just lets you be. He doesn’t ask any more questions, sensing you need the calm more than anything else.

After a moment, he shifts slightly, his voice calm and steady as he speaks again. "Do you want some tea?" he asks, the suggestion simple but thoughtful. "Or maybe... we could watch something. Whatever you need."

You lift your head slightly, eyes meeting his. There’s a certain ease to his presence, one that doesn’t demand anything from you, just allows you to take whatever you need in your own time. He gently wipes the trail of your tears from your cheeks. You close your eyes, leaning into his hand.

“Honestly? I think I just want to be here," you admit, eyes still closed. The words come out with a slight shake to your voice, but the sincerity is clear.

Zayne gives a small nod, his fingers brushing your cheek, then your back, in a soft, almost absent gesture, but it’s enough to reassure you. "Alright. We can just stay here."

You rest your head back against his chest, the warmth of his body grounding you in the stillness of the moment. Zayne isn’t the type to fill the silence with words unless they’re necessary.

You sniffle, brushing at your cheeks, and for the first time in a while, a faint chuckle escapes you—unexpected, but real, a little breathless from the weight that’s slowly lifting off you. “You’re really not going to say anything, huh?”

“No need to,” he replies, his tone dry but with a subtle warmth. "What’s there to say?"

You nudge him lightly, a teasing smile on your lips. “Guess it’s up to me to keep the silence from getting boring, huh?”

Zayne tilts his head, lips twitching into a small smile. "I’m just here for the professional silence. It’s not my fault you can’t sit still without talking.”

You roll your eyes playfully, leaning into him a little more, his hand steady and soothing against your back. “Hey, I’m just keeping things interesting. Someone’s got to do it.”

“That goes without saying,” he says quietly, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He pauses, then adds with quiet honesty. “But you don’t always have to talk to fill the space.”

You pause, his words sinking in, and a soft laugh escapes you. “Yeah, I guess I talk too much, huh?”

Without saying another word, he leans down, brushing his lips against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. You didn’t realize how much you needed the kiss until it happens—soft and unhurried, like he’s reminding you you’re still here. Still loved. Still worthy of gentleness.

His voice wraps around you like a blanket. “I like hearing you talk. As long as you feel like talking. It’s comforting, in its own way,” he murmurs against you, as if that choice is yours, just as it always is with him.

You smile against his lips, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the words. His simple affection, his quiet understanding sink in deeper than you expected, bringing a softness to the moment.

You lean into his touch as the tension you’ve been holding onto slowly begins to melt away, resting more comfortably against him, and start talking. “I haven’t really had time to just relax lately,” you begin, the words spilling out naturally now. “I mean, between work and everything else...”

Zayne listens, his fingers gently tracing circles on your back, his attention fully on you. You keep going, rambling a bit, the small, mundane things—the little worries and observations about your day. It’s not anything deep, but it feels good to just talk without the weight of everything else pressing on you.

For the first time all evening, you feel the knot in your chest finally loosen.

You realize how easy it is to simply exist in this moment with him—no expectations, no need to explain. Zayne doesn’t interrupt, just listens, and you find comfort in the space he holds for you without asking anything in return.

As your words trail off, you lean back into his arms, the weight on your chest finally lifted. The room is quiet, filled only with the steady rhythm of shared breaths.

It’s peaceful. Steadying. And it feels like enough.

Just the two of you, wrapped in the kind of presence that doesn’t need to prove anything—talking about nothing and everything.

You don’t say it out loud, but the thought is there, steady and quiet: how grateful you are that love—real love—doesn’t demand your suffering. It isn’t sharp or conditional like the kind you were raised with.

Zayne’s love is soft. Steady. Not loud, but clear enough to hear in every unspoken moment.

There’s no pressure here. No guilt. Just the quiet kind of care that lets you breathe.

And that, finally, is exactly what you need.

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Notes

I actually write this while imagining my mom turn this way, and it mess up with my brain... Good lord you guys that experience this are strong af... I mean it's not always just realizing that your parents actually just manipulating you right? It's also the fact that you might think deep down they can still love you or love you at all, not just themselves, alright okay, I need to chill or I'm gonna make myself cry 😭 Either way, you're all amazing! Stand your ground, there's nothing wrong about focusing on yourself first! 🫶🏻🥳 That's my motto anyway and I'm somewhat has a proper family 😂 I swear to god, sometimes I read what I say and then regret it but then I'll be like fuck it! They'll understand 😭 P.S. I was editing this while playing ToT, I need that fluff in between man...

[ganondoodle]

okay, bc i have seen this argument alot now (and it also seems to be the view point of aonuma himself..) is that "zelda cant do everything link does bc whats the point then"

and i take personal offense on that bc its a stupid argument (in. my. very. personal. opinion.- not judging people for liking it. its a ME thing)

whats the point? its that its her. its still a different character, different in story, background, personality, but i WANT to play zelda and she can do everything link does, why does she have to be so restricted and be bend over backwards to find some new way to make her 'useful' when link gets to do basically everything no questions asked (the only thing thats hers is like .. sealing power and sacrificial maiden, which i find a little underwhelming to say the least), if theres no point to it why are there always modders that model swap link with someone else, and in that case it has even less impact bc its an artificial model swap with no changes to the story (which can and should still be different when its the vanilla game with a different protagonist... its still a different character), clearly theres joy in just the model being a different one- and that isnt even to mention the story possibilities, since, again, its stil a different character

if we ever (never ... i know who we are talking about here) get to play as ganondorf i want to him to be just as versatile and active as link is, if we got a point and click adventure game for him instead bc 'whats the point' id be disappointed too- you can find any sort of excuse/explanation for zelda to be singled out but the fact remains it tracks with how female characters are often treated, and that hits a very sore spot for me

i guess i am unfortunately one of those annoying people that want to see female characters be treated exactly the same as male characters, possibly bc i am myself afab but identify as agender and have a deeply personal dislike for anything 'traditional' feminine bc i cannot and never will be able to truly live as myself in real life, it influences all of my work, my work is as just as much as my opinion on this, very personal

and in line with my point about modding, i see theres joy in just beign able to play as her even if its like this, i get that, i also get it for the creative aspect (though that mechanic worries me even more for the future bc it really seems to be the path now that -freedom = good, linear anything = bad-) it is a different idea and its not like i cant see that value- im not trying be "right" either, just bc i have that opinion doesnt mean i need everyone to agree, its a very personal thing, if you like it good for you! not for me though, and i think both of that is equally valid

i just personally wish she was allowed to be just like link, fight just like him but be different bc its still her and not him in the end- to be physically/playstyle like jsut like him, but you know ... as her, i dont think shed stop being zelda if she could wield a sword just like him

i dont really know how to get my point/feelings across, i dont want to step too much into personal stuff nor spam people with something that ultimately doesnt interest me alot, im just saddened by it really

(EDIT: bc i forgot to add this on here again; this isnt as much of a problem as it might sound like here, just the main topic i wanted to talk about; why im so uninterested in it is MAINLY bc i dont trust them to write anything interesting/care about lore anymore after totk, im always on the more pessimistic side that thinks its most likely worse than id hope and i know even the past games arent perfect or super interestingly written, but now its much more just a general distrust, together with everything like the price ... im just much less hopeful and cant get excited until i see more of it, like im waiting for the game to get out and reveal that its just as much of a mess and money i regret spending- kind of fear)

[luimagines]

Soooo… with you putting this blog on hiatus, should we stop sending in asks, stories, and stuff? Just to respect your wishes of putting this blog aside?

Of course keep sending them in!!

I don't know if you read my post explaining my decision buuuuut

"Don't get me wrong, I don't want to bring this blog to a full stop. I still want to talk to people. I still want to hear your ideas and your stories as well."

^^Link to post^^

Just gotta say that louder for the people in the back and those who came a bit late to the party.

I was just saying that I wouldn't work on requests for the foreseeable future and that requests were indefinitely closed.

It's why I kept answering the little asks that I had even after I posted the hiatus. I thought that would have been enough to encourage the engagement to keep coming but uhhh.... guess not.

[somegrumpynerd]

Had a cool idea for an askblog type thing, might do that someday if I'm less scared

[crescentfool]

I noticed you're a Ryomina!!! How did you get into it? And do you have any good fanfics/doujinshi you can advice me to read? ANYTHING on Ryomina actually? I'm dying for anything about them!!! Thanks!!

yes!!! it's me!!! i'm ryomina fan (one of many)!!! thank you for visiting my askbox, i'll do my best to answer all of the questions because it always makes me happy to see that ryomina sparks joy for people! :D

...this got really long because i like linking to things, so i'm putting it under a read more (IM VERY NORMAL ABOUT THEM)

how did i get into it? i got into persona 3 around august 2021 through the movies- at the time my only experience with the persona series was with P5R / P5S / P5D. p3 was the one that interested me the most (i thought minato was very pretty + i caught wind that the themes of the game were very resonant with people). i picked the movies over the game because i'm a guy who plays games at a snails pace, haha.

admittedly, i did latch onto ryomina because of the scenes in the third and fourth movie (i have mentioned in the tags of this art i drew how much i felt like i was exploding and blasting off to the moon watching it).

but what really dug me into the ryomina hole (and what has kept me there) was thinking about how much ryoji encapsulates the themes of p3- and how interconnected his fate is with minato. i wrote some musings about their dynamic here, if you're interested!

tl;dr: what if we were both boys and we were mirror images of each other and i inherited your kindness and looks but god doomed our narrative even though we're soulmates

on ryomina fanworks recommendations:

regarding fics: i'm going to assume that you've probably read the fics that have the highest kudo ratings on them, so i won't really be listing those.

a personal favorite fic that i always hold close to my heart is Eurydice's Vow by crescentmoontea, which explores the idea of ryomina in p5r's third semester. this was the first fic i read about ryomina and it made me tear up lots...

i also think a lot about I Alone Await You by Nail_gun, literally scrumptious writing that captures the ryomina dynamic so so well. actually check out Nail_gun's other ryomina fics while you're at it too!

other fun fic i'm fond of: can't get my mind out of those memories (what were they?) by foxmulder_whereartthou. ryoji being homeless lives rent free in my head and it's all because of this fic. there's a bunch of other fun ryominas from the same author too (i still need to read them)

BkZa555 also has some fun AU scenarios if you're into that too, notably with Zagreus (P5-Setting, Ryoji focus) and The Definition of Insanity (TIME LOOP fuckery!), but they're currently ongoing.

these were some ones that came to my mind first- as i have the strongest recollection reading them. admittedly i haven't really been reading fic this year, so i don't have many recommendations from fic that came out this year. but if you're so inclined to let ryomina consume your soul, i definitely recommend giving the newer works in the ryomina tag a look-see and see if it strikes your fancy!

as a side note, i do have a few ryomina fics that i've bookmarked on my ao3 here, though i have to say that i'm not sure how well they hold up in terms of like... what i would seek out of a fic these days. but they made past me happy so i bookmarked them, LOL. it's kind of outdated (my collection of fic recs has my old username *disintegrates*).

regarding doujinshi: i have not read all the ryomina doujinshi available, but as a starting point, please take a look at this list from pandora-scans from livejournal!

notably, this is where you can find the strawberry-chan say good bye doujin- which features a small and cute comic from shuji sogabe (the p3/p4 manga artist), as well as other artists. the existence of this doujinshi is the funniest thing to me because it's like "HEY if you're wondering what the volume 8 cover is really gay it's because sogabe contributed to a ryomina doujin." this fact makes my head spin (positive). it explains a lot about the manga.

regarding persona side material:

i know you didn't ask for these but i thought that i mine as well list these too, since i feel that the side materials have some fun expansions on ryoji and minato's interactions. i haven't... watched/read all of these but, hey, i like to share these things!

for comic anthologies for the persona series (some of which have ryoji!). if you're interested in reading them, here's a scanlation index from maboroshi-no on tumblr. i don't think this is a comprehensive list, but i think it will be a great starting point!

for some translations of the persona 3 drama cds, check out imaginary-numbers on dreamwidth! ryoji and minato interactions can specifically be found in the persona 3 character drama cd vol. 1, and for the audio + english subs, you can watch this video on youtube:

and ohh the musical. ryoji singing and dancing gives me so much joy. i haven't watched the musical in it's entirety (only fragments), but here are some links that may be of interest to you:

Ao no Kakusei (The Blue Awakening), Sakuya version - playlist for the first p3 musical, translated by Phoenix Maiika.

Ao no Kakusei (The Blue Awakening), Kotone version - playlist for the femc version!! also translated by Phoenix Maiika on YouTube.

Persona 3: The Weird Masquerade (English Subtitles) - playlist by rumio!

P3 Weird Musical DVD & Soundtrack Booklet Scans by rumio_k - twitter thread that links to these funsies, if you don't have twitter, here's the publicly shared drive link.

god. these sure are a lot of links, huh? i hope you enjoy them- pick and choose whatever sounds most appealing! (if this overwhelmed you im sorry GKLHLDH i just like being very comprehensive in my answers about things so i got carried away).

and as a reminder, you (and anyone else reading) are always welcome to browse my tags/archive and reblog things from there anytime! i have... nearly 300 ryomina posts which, while mostly consists of art, has a few fics, meta, hcs, gifs, memes, and whatnot scattered about.

or browse the minato and ryoji tags too! there's.. nearly 1k minato. and 500 ish ryoji. and they're going to keep on growing because i can't stop being obsessed with archiving these things. god help me i am so deep in this hole called ryomina hell and now you're here too. welcome aboard!

there's always going to be a lot of fun ways to enjoy rotating ryomina around in one's brain, i think- they're a pairing with such fun symbolic imagery that is So Deep (to me) but ALSO they're immensely hilarious and weird guys (affectionate). so i love to share these things in hopes that it gives you joy too! they are the most couple ever (to me) (i'm biased)

thank you again for the ask! i hope it can satiate your need for more ryomina, and be a nice aide in exploring the p3 fanspace :)

[puppppppppy]

MAN your art, but especially the latest pieces of Walking Fire Friend and Sparkle Dog really have the vibes of like, sanrio?? I want stickers and half a dozen accessories with them plastered all over so bad

!!! thank u for the kind words!! im playing around with the halftone effect, i like how it makes it look like a newspaper comic ^_^

[leviiackrman]

Okay yall, pls enjoy Chika’s full story now up on her page: read here

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[piningpercussionist]

(ooc)

Fellas. What if I just. Replied to shit completely out of order? How would we feel abt that?

(I'm still having blockage of the writer's variety... but I want to try to respond to things. So badly. But also my inherent desire to be as chronological as possible...... sgchdhhdjcshdj)

[silverskye13]

and death shall have no dominion by dylan thomas

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

By Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

And death shall have no dominion.

Dead men naked they shall be one

With the man in the wind and the west moon;

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,

They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

Under the windings of the sea

They lying long shall not die windily;

Twisting on racks when sinews give way,

Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;

Faith in their hands shall snap in two,

And the unicorn evils run them through;

Split all ends up they shan't crack;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

No more may gulls cry at their ears

Or waves break loud on the seashores;

Where blew a flower may a flower no more

Lift its head to the blows of the rain;

Though they be mad and dead as nails,

Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;

Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,

And death shall have no dominion.

[thatfaerieprincess]

if one more well meaning relative asks me if i have done any drawing recently i will start screaming and flip a table 🤪🙃

[gu6chan]

99% just my autism speaking here but something ive been noticing lately that im sorta kinda 😶 about is when ppl are like "I think you'll like this" but not bc they ACTUALLY think you'll like it, rather they just got into it and want you to also get into it so "I think you'll like this" is a nice personal hook. i love chill stuff as much as any other person ofc but given i don't divulge that EVER, what makes you think my berserk reading, made in abyss watching, drakengard playing ass would like YURU CAMP????

[moonwreathe]

being 15 in the fairy tail rp community and running a Cana blog was such an interesting time. I was blissfully unaware of inflation anons. People would kill your muse in a thread with no warning. I didn’t even have a rules page.

[quietwingsinthesky]

🌹:O

:3c

Lucifer doesn't care how the labcoats say it works; he knows there's no such thing as a clean break from a drift the minute the plug is pulled. Instead, Michael goes from a second consciousness beside his own to being dragged out of Lucifer the further Lucifer gets from him, both of them gripping tight to the connection until it slips, until it snaps, with a violent recoil that knocks Lucifer's brain out of alignment and reminds his legs that they don't work. His next step falls too fast, too heavily, and refuses to take his weight. It's only Michael, now only a voice outside of Lucifer's head yelling his name, catching him from behind that allows Lucifer to collapse to the floor with his dignity intact.

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

hiiii really enjoyed your chenglingposting i was thinking about how sometimes the kids in adult stories function as a sort of barometer for optimism about the future in their views and options in life... obviously the alliance wants to continue the cycle of antagonizing and vengeance and conflict with the veneer of "honor" but. zcl gets to choose not to. its been a while since I either read or watched, do you know if zcl was ever onboard with actually wanting vengeance or if that was just being pushed on him? Obv its not super in line w his personality but grief could be a factor. i just thought it'd make a lot of sense if he changed his mind on that due to the influence of wenzhou and how they prioritize enjoying life w your people and following your own path over expectations. priest really took one more chance to emphasize breaking cycles/"if it sucks hit the bricks"

hi!! omg!!! thank you and im glad you enjoyed it! honestly this is a question i have been thinking about since at least two rereads ago. the show and the novel are handling this issue of zcl picking up his legacy / giving in to external expectations / finding out what he really wants in life a little differently, i think, as befitting of what they both focus on. ive said in my chenglingpost that the show is about legacy and inheritance in my eyes, while the novel is about martial arts and freedom of choice. obvs freedom of choice is a high priority in word of honor as well, but word of honor seems to have an overarching look, kind of focusing on the big picture and what a generation / a community needs rather than a few individuals, while the novel focuses exclusively on wenzhou and their little group and seems to handle the rest of the themes in priest's usual style. the show is about something "grand", the novel is about the mundane, almost boring human experience. martial arts play a bigger role in the latter too because they are a stand-in for many things that are hard to grasp, like autonomy. in chengling's context, martial arts are irrevocably linked with seeking revenge. i think that is specifically in the novel the case, not so much in the show. in the show seeking revenge is pushed onto him by others as well as inheriting his sect's legacy and becoming worthy of being his father's son. in the novel, the idea of seeking revenge is first presented to him by gu xiang, and it is actually this huge contrast to how others treat him because others "generously" offer to take revenge for him, while gu xiang tells him he can do that himself. we see with wen kexing that getting revenge does not make u happy. it gives u closure but it does not make u happy. i think that is something chengling learns during the novel. he gets closure in the end but it does not look the way he had imagined it would. i think he imagined himself to get super strong and then single-handedly slay his foes. yknow, as u often see in wuxia and as wen kexing literally does. then he starts learning martial arts and realizes getting super strong is actually not that easy, and this chasm between what he expects of himself and what he is able to achieve gets wider and wider and he falls into depression spirals, because to chengling, seeking revenge was taking ownership of his life and his trauma, and what use does he have when he cant even do that? that is the path wen kexing walks and it hollowed him out and it would have him kill himself if he hadnt met zhou zishu; wen kexing viewed himself as an instrument for a very long time rather than as someone deserving of having his own life. so obvs, that path is rubbish by itself (wkx gets his revenge and his closure and his life, good for him!) and its far too much for a kid. and i think, that is what chengling learns here: he only needs to do as much as he can, only bite off what he can chew, and the rest should not be his concern. and there really turns out to be a way to get everything he needs without walking the same path as wen kexing, as the novel proves, because wen kexing had nobody when he was in the same situation while trying to survive the valley, while chengling has wenzhou who guide him and shield him and love him. (crying myself into a huddle over wen kexing and chengling and them being foils of each other.) so in that sense youre already putting it into words. chengling seems to have changed his mind over the course of the novel, he doesnt have that same outlook on vengeance as he as in the start. i think thats different for the show. in the show, there is this weighing of the concept of revenge against the concept of getting justice, and what both these things do and require of a person and what they can offer u as an individual, but also u as a collective, in the long run. they are seen as two different things and are explored and qestioned individually. i think that can be seen in the conflict with chengling and all these expectations everyone has of him and how he handles that.