#I really like tongued alchemist. . . it's funny

[saturnaous]

I never stop thinking about them.

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[danger-noodle-uwu]

hii! i really like the "is love supposed to hurt" that hurt a lot can you please write another part where the reader moved on lollol it's fine if you don't<33 -anon

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒓���𝒔

𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖; 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎; 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜;𝙺𝚊𝚎𝚢𝚊/𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚌/𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚘/𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎/𝚉𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒/𝚡𝚒𝚊𝚘

𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐; 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕/yandere themes/𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎/𝚎𝚝𝚌

"It worked..." KAEYA murmured to himself; his tongue laced with bitterness by the wine in his hand or the tears he kept swallowing as his eyes glued on the sight of you. You speaking with a certain drunkard who was clinging to your neck, decorating the skin with kisses; the skin once he kissed.

The sensation of someone he loved calling another pet names was such a funny feeling where you would call the bard "love" and he would pretend it's him. The notion was making him sick to his stomach; seeing that stupid anemo archon recieving your touch and caress was killing him. Slowly stinging his eyes more than before.

With tears, he was forced to swallow with the wine as the night was washed away with an image of what could've been his and now belonged another.

ALBEDO attained her. She loved him, he loved her and it was perfect...was it not? Despite every piece of the puzzle falling into its place, he felt hollow. His chest bore emptiness, one that haunted him at the very beginning. One that now drags him back to where he started. Back to you..?

"NO!" He shot up in cold sweat as his darling lover rose beside him to wipe away the beads off his forehead and asked him what's wrong. He couldn't dare reply or do anything as a matter of fact. He couldn't ruin what he had now...

The one who was beside him was the dream he wished to achieve, and yet he failed to realize that. And now, no words could his tongue as he cradled his lover.

DILUC never cared for how a single raindrop could ever be enough to draw endless tears from you until now when it landed upon his cheek. The burning sensation taunting his skin and sliding down his face as if a glass shard was cutting deep within.

For him, you became a melting candle; one that struggled to give light until the very end. Or much akin to a bird, one that flew hopelessly in the blue sky. But who would've known you would ever attain freedom? Fly far away from him.

It was a mistake to be gluttonous for your salty tears when he could have been receiving a pearly smile. But all was lost thanks to an Alchemist who holds you in the same manner he did and adores you just like he did. The only difference is the diamonds you cried for DILUC are now filling his own grave for him...

"Still pathetic as ever." He's lying, CHILDE is lying, whether to himself or somebody else he no longer knows. Yet his chest aches the same way he made yours hurt. So weak he is that each night he bleeds for you while you are blooming into fit of laughter; one he's particularly unfamiliar with. After all, it was only your cries that pleased him, not a clumsy smile.

It hurts him, but will he admit defeat or lay denial and the tears that never won over his ego. The shine in his eyes still diminished, but the hint of agony freshly engraved within. Your voice, the joy emanating from it, haunts him as a ghostly memory remains.

"Still pathetic as ever." a wounded reflection stares back...

A man of his word; ZHONGLI no longer found his gaze searching for glaze lilies. However, those flowers that bore your scent and distantly admired them. The promise of love he silently gave to you with another's image was the only remains of what you and him ever had.

Not a memory present in his head where he'd seen 'you' but an illusion that clouded his head; at the time, uncaring of the dullness slowly enveloping you into numbness. And one that came to your aid wasn't him. His biggest regret. It was, however, you who pulled themselves together and became much more, yet everything that was once there was lost.

A man of his word; MORAX failed to keep his word to you.

Bearing the glimmer in his eyes; one that XIAO struggled to hold, he sat upon the roof of Wangshu inn; pondering if you could see through the facade... despite him pouring his whole being into such lies that he knew they could never be true.

An emotion he could never bear for you...yet Morax, his savior, too, holds you dear; far dearer than he does. Those cursed hands of his are undesirable and undeserving of you. He is unworthy and dangerous to your fragile being who should protected and held with gentleness; one he could never offer.

Thus, from afar, he'll watch Morax wipe away your tears and tend to you in the same manner he can only dream to...

"Goodbye...my love..."

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[dushpshpsh]

Okay, okay, I took my time to tune into the right wavelength before starting to talk about our campaign here

The biggest block for me has been, and still is, the need to translate my stream of thoughts into English, which inevitably leads to cutting down my vocabulary of a back-alley bydlo. But I’ve come up with a compromise! In cases where I can’t find a sufficiently funny translation for a particular phrase, I’ll leave it in the original language and explain its meaning.

While I’m learning to structure my thoughts into coherent text, you’re learning my Russian curses. Everyone’s going to suffer.

First, let me introduce you to our party in more detail:

Tenurr-la — my character, you already know her. A young Khajiit of the Om-Rat variety. She grew up in the Mages Guild of Leyawiin from an early age, and she doesn't know her parents. Born under the sign of the Serpent, she studies the stars and dreams of entering the University of Magic. She's sharp-tongued and doesn’t filter her speech much, not really caring that her directness might offend someone. In reality, she knows when and what to say and what not to, but she doesn't care to think about her words.

Versed-in-Herbs (shortened to "Otrava") — an @aethismantis 's Argonian from Black Marsh, a talented alchemist who took everything she could from her mentor and went to Cyrodiil to study. A completely logical, mathematical being driven by practicality. Literally a true neutral. Many social rituals that we use are incomprehensible to her, but she’s learning them and refers to us as her "pack" (I’m not crying, I’m not crying)

Mistery Landau — a Dunmer and talented battle mage, Tenurr’s friend from their Guild. His past is shrouded in mystery, even to him, but despite his cold, aristocratic demeanor and destructive power in battle, he's incredibly kind and socially awkward — a sweet boy. Until he was 16, he lived in isolation in his father’s library, who mysteriously disappeared, and only recently began to explore the wider world and learn how to communicate. And his friends are a cat who doesn’t watch her speech and an autistic lizard. The bro was doomed from the start. Recently, we learned that Mistery’s father sold his soul to Vermina in exchange for his own, and that’s why Mistery has been plagued by terrible nightmares all his life. Now his father is dead and abandoned him out of shame. Father of the year, really

Alexius Diero — this is an NPC Imperial who travels with us. A former captain of the Imperial Guard with terrible bad luck in life. Bro has really been through the wringer by the time he hit forty, and he blames the Serpent sign under which he was born, just like Tenurr. Strictly speaking, the dates of his worst streaks of misfortune really did coincide with the nights when the Serpent slithered across the stone near Leyawiin, so Alexius (or as we affectionately call him, Leha) was determined to find a way to change his birth sign. He was, because Tenurr convinced him otherwise, and I’ll make a separate post about it later, hehe Leha is a simple, honest man with a strong sense of duty, but an absolute emotional log, shaped by life. And he’s also Tenurr’s love interest, which is a problem for both of them because they’re both too proud 🤗 And for Tenurr, this is her first crush 💕

[westgateoh]

Just a little something I wrote for the Roy Mustang & Maes Hughes tag on AO3….

It’s the wall of heat that yanks him from his daze, the fire so hot that the air visibly ripples, like tiny waves on a small, country pond, and they wash over him and startle him into seeing the world again. It feels like it’s the first time sound has crashed into his ears.

“Roy!”

It’s Maes, shouting frantically and stumbling over crumbled cement and glass to get to him, and his eyes are wild behind his cracked glasses until he settles on Roy. He blinks and frowns at what he sees, and Roy doesn’t really know what that is, what he looks like. He knows he’s stood amidst the rubble and his bright blue coat is singed black at the sleeves. He knows sweat drips down his face into a cut on his cheek from a window blowing out from his own flames. It stings and he wipes at it, smearing blood across his face.

“Are you hurt?” Maes says, but the noise of the battle swells, shouts and gunfire and more glass breaking and a cry from someone now buried beneath the walls of a crumbling building. Roy can’t hear anything except his heart pounding in his ears and isn’t that funny? He’s stopped the heartbeats of dozens of innocent people in the last ten minutes, but his is loud and booming, almost drowning the other sounds around him.

“Roy,” Maes repeats. “Are you hurt? We have to get out of here.”

“I’m not finished, yet,” Roy growls. He steps forward a couple of steps, Maes’s fingers slipping off his shoulder, and scans the scene for Ishvallen soldiers hiding in the mess or trying to get away. There. He aims his arm, runs a quick calculation, and snaps, feeling the flame fly from his hand, and the ripples of heat blow his hair back like a hot wind. A gunshot rings out and Maes shoves Roy off his feet, both of them crashing to the sharp stones of the ground. Maes aims and shoots, and a grunt and crash tell them that he hit. Dust fills Roy’s mouth and he coughs, trying to get it out, get it out, breathe again, but he coughs and coughs and maybe he never will. Finally, he staggers to his feet and pulls Maes up, too, and they stumble backward and weave their way through the detritus and back to their retreat position on the far side of the empty, ruined square.

Maes leans against a wall and bends over with his hands on his knees, coughing. “Fuck,” he breathes, finally. “What a mess.”

Roy leans back against the smooth stone wall and closes his eyes. Everything is suddenly quiet, except for rocks crumbling as the dust across the square settles. He can taste the fire from a minute ago, can taste the dust still on his tongue, can tastes the blood from his face and from the people who lie motionless, littered amongst the debris from the buildings Roy just burned to the ground. Maes sucks in a loud breath and stands pressed against Roy’s shoulder for a moment.

“Roy?” Maes asks, and Roy opens his eyes – he’s standing hundreds of feet away from the destruction, but he can feel every inch of it reaching to the dead bodies he can’t really see from here, but whose sightless eyes seem to bore into him even at the distance.

He nods absently, still not looking at Maas, just at the blasted area.

“Fuck, that was a big one,” Maes says of the target Roy obliterated, of the people he burned, crushed, killed. He says it with a kind of dark awe in his voice, like he can’t believe Roy managed it, this level of destruction. Roy can believe it. He knows deep down that as long as he gives more and more of himself to the battle, he can do more and more destructive things – a sick equivalence that non-alchemists would never really understand.

Except maybe Maes does understand. Maybe he looks at Roy standing against this wall and sees how bits of him have disintegrated, melted away with each snap of his fingers, how he’s losing more and more of himself with every battle. Maes knew him before all of this started, after all. He knew Roy when he was whole, when he stood with confidence that what he was doing was for a greater good. Maes had shared that justification with him, following orders along with Roy and following Roy into this hell that is Ishvall.

Maes is losing parts of himself, too, with each fight here. Roy watches how each battle steals a bit of him each time, a little of the energy, a little of the bounce. Roy reaches a gloved hand out to wipe blood from Maes’s forehead where something cut him earlier.

“I’m okay,” Maes says quietly.

Roy meets his gaze and nods. “Yeah. Me, too.”

He’s not okay, of course. Later, as he lays on his cot in the grey tent he and Maes share, he starts to tremble as he replays the battle in his head like he always does. His breath stutters, he rolls onto his side facing the flimsy wall and clenches his eyes shut. Even though they’re inside and it’s nighttime, the dust of the hot midday never really settled and he coughs into his pillow as flames dance behind his eyelids. He sucks a ragged breath in over his teeth and wishes that his body would stop reliving the afternoon. Isn’t it enough that it plays like a movie in his head? It was in the dark of the tent after a battle when he first realized that the first snap of his fingers always brings screams, the second brings rage, and the third brings silence – silence that echoes louder in his head at night.

When Maes puts his hand on Roy’s shoulder and says a quiet “Hey,” Roy flinches, hard. His cot squeaks and Maes runs his fingers through Roy’s hair saying, “Shhh. It’s okay, Roy. It’s just me. You’re gonna be okay.”

Maes’s voice is always soft, lilting, and without its usual bluster when they’re alone in their tent. It was the same in the dorms of the academy, like his voice just didn’t work the same way when they were alone. They’ve been in Ishvall two months now, and Roy is burning to ashes here. The only salve is Maes, his voice and hands soothing Roy every night, rubbing his back and whispering assurances until Roy manages to fall into a fitful sleep. When they wake in the morning, it’s Maes who always sits up first and says, “Maybe this is the last one.” He says it every day, even when they both know it’s not true, a false hope in the fiery storm of the war, but they both realize early that a false hope is better than no hope at all.

[cj-the-random-artist]

I've had thoughts about a random au I've come up with and this is the rambly post about it because it's consuming my brain, enjoy

Ok I wanna make a rambly words post because I just came up with a hermitcraft / life series / empires / whoever I could add because it's funny AU that's been sitting in my brain for several days and I've had coherent thoughts about it as of now where I feel like I can say words about it so. Gonna make a rambly post about it so I can say words about this really random idea I had that I'll probably use as an excuse to practice comics

I don't have a proper title for it yet but basically the idea is a semi-medieval fantasy world where most of the hermits / life series / empires people all live in this village / town around this castle (or outside the town) and there's marketplace and magic and all that. And there's fae folk (less evil than in a lot of folklore), and elves and dwarves and humans and ghosts and werewolves and such (notably, unlike a lot of fantasy media the dwarves and elves do not hate each other, lol). Anyways.

The entire premise of this AU is that it would follow a half-drawven Impulse, and his roommate and best friend Skizz, who was blessed by the fae folk to have a silver tongue (he's not 100% convincing but he's very convincing to most people). They live just outside of town near Gem (elf, alchemist), Pearl (human, former high priestess from the disbanded following of the Sun goddess Pearl), and the Ranchers who live on a ranch together and they take care of cows and chickens and horses and Tango tinkers in his free time and stuff. And Zed's this guy who lives in a cave not far from them and he's buddies with them and stuff. Anyways. Impulse is a blacksmith and he makes weapons / tools / parts and stuff. And he's good at it but he never goes into town, it's Skizz who goes into town and sells Impulse's wares (he's a very convincing salesman). But every now and then, Skizz manages to convince Impulse to come into town himself. And Impulse is hesitant but eventually relents and goes into town. But every time he goes into town, some kind of shenanagins go down, like dragons or monster hunters or drawing the attention of the royal guards or something. Like I have episode type stuff planned where Impulse goes into town and he gets dragged to the castle and has to spend a night in jail with travelling bard Oli Orionsound because he didn't know he had to pay taxes and was committing unintentional tax evasion or something. Idk it's just mostly random tidbits right now but I think it would be really funny to make this comedic medieval fantasy type setting with silly, lighthearted shenanagins and stuff. It's a thought I've had and I also don't have a name for this AU or anything but I think it would be funny. Anyways

I'm planning on making a couple of comics about this cuz I think it would be really funny to make something with this, and it's good comic-making practice, and also I'm posting this up here so I can hold myself to it cuz I need accountability (lol). But anyways. If y'all have questions or anything, lmk cuz this has completely consumed my brain for the past few days and enjoy this long paragraph of random semi-coherent ideas :D

[qs63]

Fullmetal Alchemist: The abducted alchemist

Time for another FMA novel review!

This one much like the previous novel, Fullmetal Alchemist: The Land of Sand, happens in early canon. That means the brothers are still searching for the stone, however this particular novel focuses on a Military case and is very Roy centric — which admittedly is what I'm here for.

Spoilers ahead!

The story follows mostly Ed and Roy as they investigate a series of seemingly random bombing on the railways by a group of terrorists. The plot is quite simple, there aren't any big surprises or particularly memorable side characters. What this has is a lot of comedy and banter, which in my opinion is its saving grace.

There are a lot of funny moments: Roy being a shameless flirt, team Mustang interrogating him about a supposed "son", Havoc terrorizing Breda and Al with a car, Ed going ballistic about his height, Ed pretending to be Roy's son. The paternal Roy-Ed angle is played A LOT throughout the novel, so if you like this you'll have plenty to enjoy. I'm personally not a fan of it, but as it's mainly played for comedic relief it didn't bother me as much as I would've expected.

The best part of this story, for me, were the small Royai moments. You have Riza bringing Roy tea, the two of them discussing strategy alone, obligatory questioning of their past and guilt, and the two of them trying to save each from the same target. It really made me smile.

The worst part of this was Roy and Ed teaming up. It's very obvious the author ran into the same issue Arakawa did while writing the Promised Day arc. Roy is too dang OP so if you leave him alone he'll steal all the thunder from Ed. No, unlike Arakawa's own elegant solution (to blind him for the final fight) the author just inexplicably powered down Roy's abilities and alchemy.

There's a whole paragraph explaining how Roy can't hit the big bad because he's carrying a gun and ammunition on his back, saying that his skills aren't good enough not to hit him without setting off the ammunition. This novel was of course written before we had seen the whole might of Roy's flame alchemy, but that explanation rings so wrong and hollow after seeing Roy burn Envy's tongue and eyes with such accuracy that it was scary…

I wish the authors had found a less bullshit way to have Ed be the one to save the day with his automail blade.

The lack of understanding of Roy's past and abilities is also very noticeable in his final punchline to the terrorist leader, where he said something that almost made me put down the book entirely: "You know the difference between us? We don't use kids and money to try to win people's hearts. We kill, but we don't hate."

Considering all the evil the military did in Ishval and later, and how Roy himself burned innocent children, women, elderly during the war, that phrase left a terrible taste in my mouth.

In conclusion, the Abducted Alchemist is a funny story, worth reading if you want some mindless banter between the brothers and team Mustang. That being said, the plot is quite weak,and the lack of understanding of the characters — especially of Roy — did put a damper on my enjoyment of the story. For all this, it gets a 6.5/10 from me.

[vannahfanfics]

Hi hi! I go by Sunny online, I use they/them, I'm 5'7, I have decently long brown hair (I'm growing it out as my years of peace and if someone provokes me to anger I'll cut it off and leave it on their doorstep as a cute reference to emperors in ancient China <3) I'm chaotic in nature, I've been described as the literal personification of a d&d bard. Which I'd say is decently true, I'm charismatic and flirty, I'm great and convincing people and I'm the hype person! My go to words/phrases are, "Slay king/queen live your truth" "Have my babies" "Naur/Hyelleur" "I'm gonna beat you up *pretend beats them up* are you dead yet?" All with a funny tone and my excellent autistic timing. I also like to do bits, and one of them includes saying no to a task that's asked of me, then proceeding to do said task. I also like to make hearts with my hands in various ways and poke my tongue out briefly at people like a frog.

This is my left eye for reference :)

I have an oval face shape with some baby fat, but not too much :P

Also I'm proven to be totally chill and super smooth around people that I find very attractive. I may get a little nervous but no one can tell until after said attractive person leaves. I'm demiromantic and demisexual so it means I don't experience those kinds of attractions without a deep bond. I don't care for gender but women and nb people tend to befriend me and get close so that skews the results some heh.

Good luck with the comissions! I hope I didn't out too little/much information, and buh-byeeeee <3333

Ahh, Sunny, I apologize for how long it took me to get to this! Between medical school shenanigans, writer's block/my ADHD squirrel-braining, and all that mess, I've just been on a rollercoaster of poor time management over here. TT.TT But, hopefully, you'll find it as having been well worth the wait! Thanks again for commissioning <3

P.S. I also do the thing where I say "no" when someone asks me to do something while immediately moving to perform said task XD

I match you with...

Ling Yao from FullMetal Alchemist!

Okay, full disclosure, I'm a little biased because Ling was one of my first great manga/anime loves... However, your personal blurb just screamed Ling to me, so I'm going with him anyways! I just think you two would be total peas in a pod—the best or worst chaotic duo, depending on who you ask, muahaha! Here's a few reasons why I think you two would be really compatible:

I think being demiromantic and demisexual works in your favor when it comes to Ling! After all, he's a guy who forms very deep and powerful bonds himself, and his devotion to those he cares about not only influences a lot of his personality but serves as the core of his motivations. I think he'd totally vibe with the idea of needing a strong, meaningful relationship in place already before any feelings beyond friendship develop. He can play at being friends with everyone and seeming like he doesn't form serious attachments, but we know that he does, and those are the relationships he puts the most value in. That being said, he is entirely personable; it would be easy to become friends with him and go from there! He's a lot like you in his extroversion, after all. People are where the party's at, and you are certainly a party people that he'd invite into his life! :)

When it comes to Ling, I feel like physical appearance is something that may be an element of catching his initial interest and cause him to take notice of someone (such as a "hot senator," wink-wink, nudge-nudge) but isn't necessarily the key factor in his decision to pursue somebody. That being said, it's not something he totally ignores, either; the more he falls for you, the more things he falls in love with about you, and that includes appearance. He'll begin to just randomly think about how luscious your hair is, how gorgeous your eyes are, how you look lovely whether you're dressed comfy or to the nines... And if you ask him why he's got a dreamy look on his face while staring at you, he's certainly not shy in telling you exactly what's on his mind! But he'd be unable to pick a favorite part about you because he just adores all of you so much, inside and outside, physical and not. And he'll tell you that, too!

Now, you did mention that you're not really keen on words of affirmation as a love language. It's not Ling's primary love language, but he's not the type to withhold compliments or be shy about his feelings, as I mentioned before. Bear in mind that, to him, they aren't words of affirmation; it's just the truth! He never says things that he doesn't genuinely believe, so it might be hard for him to stifle those urges in the beginning of navigating a relationship with you. But he will try, simply because he doesn't want to upset you or come off as disingenuous. Don't hold it against him if things slip out here and there, though! And he will more than make up for it through his primary love language, which is acts of service. I mean, we've seen what lengths Ling will go to for those he cares about and/or feels responsible for. If you asked this man to pluck the moon out of the sky for you, he'd be searching for the nearest rocketship to commandeer. He'll always try to do things to make you smile, make your day better, make your life easier... Whatever you need at the time and whatever makes you happy! Finally, he's also a lot like you when it comes to physical affection. His desire for it grows as his feelings grow; if it's a serious relationship, he can be a real cuddle monster! He won't want to go two minutes without hugging or kissing or touching you or some way. He isn't even ashamed about admitting that he's a little needy, LOL. He just adores you oh so much! If you're willing to give, why should he be shy about asking? Of course, if you're not in the mood, he can easily pick up on that and won't overstep your boundaries. He'll definitely be a little sad about it, though, and will be a little bit more of a menace when you're ready to accept physical affection from him again! >:)

A lot of the reason that I think you guys work together, as I've alluded to a bit, is that your personalities are so similar! Sometimes, this can actually be a recipe for not being able to enter a relationship with a person, but I don't that'd be the case for you and Ling. I think you two would 100% fuel each other's madness. I mean, tell me that Ling would not also cut off his hair and leave it on the doorstep of someone who provoked him. That is peak petty Ling vibes right there. To further cite your personal blurb, Ling definitely has bard energy—charismatic, shrewd, humorous, free-spirited... A lot of qualities that you also have! I can only imagine the shenanigans that the two of you would get up to. You two will definitely come up with all the chaotic/hilarious bits, witticisms, and the like. The same can be said about your sense of justice and loyalty. Those are values that Ling holds in high regard himself and immensely respects in a person. His ass will be right there with you in the jail cell. And, hello, your love of food? It totally resonates with Ling! So the fact that you like food is your ticket straight to his heart, LMAO! He loves having a good time over a nice meal, and he gets to see you super happy while he's at it? Win-win, baby! And, let's be honest, Ling can be swayed by the dollar signs... so he will definitely respect your dreams of rolling in the dough, haha!

Ling is highly observant, so if you've caught his attention in a way that makes him want to court you, then he's going to make sure to make all the right moves to win your heart <3 So, I figured I'd expound a bit on the kind of things Ling does when he finds out the things that make you happy!:

Ling, 90% of the time, does not do planned dates. This dude just calls and sometimes even shows up out of the blue hoping that you are free so he can spirit you off on an adventure, LOL! He just can't help it; the instant that he wants to talk to your or see you, he just has to, right then and there! Not only that, this guy lives his life by the rule of spontaneity; it's no fun if you plan every second of your day!

Honestly, he'll probably pick up on the fact that you like food during your first meeting. A lot of your friendship will involve food, whether it's you guys going out to eat together or ordering in or just talking about your shared gourmet interests, LOL. But once he gets it in his head that he wants to date you? Man, he kicks it into high gear.

You mention a new restaurant you wanna try? Dress up, love, because he'll be picking you up at seven. Your favorite snacks? He has them on hand anytime the situation could call for it just because he wants to see your face light up. You mention you have nothing to do this weekend? Knock-knock, here's Ling with some take-out and some movies or videogames, ready to waste the night away with you.

At first, Ling's not a guy who cooks. He's got people to do that for him, LMAO. But this man would 100% learn to cook for you. The notion of you enjoying something that he made just for you... Ah! It makes his heart go doki-doki! Like, literally, he might shed a tear of joy the first time because it makes him that happy to know you liked his food.

And if you do the same for him? First it will blow his mind, then he'll get stupid excited because food, and then he'll get all choked up because you did this just for him! It could honestly be burnt or salty or straight up inedible, but this guy will lick the plate clean because you made it and that makes it a five-star meal in his book :)

Real talk, he knows you don't like dishonesty, so he'll be tactfully honest if it wasn't good. But if you try to get him not to eat it, you'll just end up chasing him around the house while he's shoveling food in his mouth. Sometimes his principles overrule his brain, and he would rather die than waste a single bit of a meal you made for him!

Needless to say, eating with you is his favorite activity. He gets to eat some yummy food, whether one or both of your made it or it's from a restaurant, and enjoy quality time with you. And it makes you just as happy! Seriously, what's not to enjoy?

And, last but not least, here is the little drabble that comes as part of the Tier III match-up! I am kind of passionate about Ling just being a spontaneous gremlin that somehow is just so sickeningly sweet and heart-throbbing, so, here, have some super cliché and chaotic fluff!:

You should have known better than to talk to Ling about romantic clichés.

It was a trap. Of course it was a trap! You've known the guy forever, and yet he still managed to trick you right into the conversation with that silver tongue of his. You'd only been dating a month, so him bringing up the topic of cliché romantic gestures should have been the biggest warning flag ever. When you managed to miss that, you should have been tipped off by the even more obvious probing about which gestures you found too cheesy and which ones kind of got your heart fluttering. But the bastard was too damn smooth and navigated that conversation leaving you none the wiser.

So, here you are, staring out of your bedroom window with an expression that is a mixture of embarrassment and endearment. Why? Because Ling was sitting in your yard, singing a very off-key rendition of your favorite song while playing an acoustic guitar more terribly than you thought a person could.

Well, as they say: hindsight is 20/20. Still, you don't know how you missed that.

"Ling!" You're laughing as you open your window and lean out to call to him. He had started off looking all seductive-like at you, but very soon he started really feeling himself and now had his head thrown back, yowling to the moon like some deranged cat. In fact, you can hear several cats in the distance responding to his call. He doesn't hear them, nor does he hear you, not with him singing at a pitch that borders on one only dogs can hear. So, after a small fit of giggles, you shout louder, "Ling!"

"Eh?" he cuts off to stare owlishly at you. He then plasters a big, cheesy grin on your face that is so full of enthusiasm and adoration that you can't help but let your heart melt a little.

"Oh, hey! Whatcha think?" Before you can answer, he cocks a brow and flashes you a suggestive smirk. "You're looking a little off-balance there. Did I sweep ya off your feet?"

"I'm off-balance, all right, but only because your singing is so bad that it's given me vertigo!" you rib. "What the hell were you thinking? I bet the neighbors are on the phone with animal control telling them that there's a band of raccoons tearing each other to pieces over here!"

As always, Ling takes your teasing in stride, just offering you a sheepish smile and a little shrug.

"Well, at least I can say I tried. I should have gone for something else, though. I know I can't sing for shit. But I've always wanted to try it, you know? Those guys in the movies make it seem so swoon-worthy." He wastes no time in discarding the guitar in the grass to retrieve later. He walks over to a plastic bag sitting nearby, and when he hefts it up, you recognize the logo of one of your favorite takeout places. "It's a good thing I brought a contingency plan."

"You should have started with that," you laugh as he approaches the window. Dextrous and limber, it's no trouble for him to clamber his way up and perch himself in it, straddling the sill and smiling warmly while he holds out the bag of delicious-smelling food to you.

"Come on. Admit it; you liked it," he goads, playfully yanking the to-go bag out of your reach just when you go to take it. When you pout at him, he wiggles his brows and presses, "Come on. You're telling me that you didn't swoon just the teeniest, tiniest bit?"

You debate lying to him just to do it, but you can't bring yourself to. Underneath his playful expression is genuine eagerness. So, after releasing a little sigh of relent, you admit, "Okay. I did swoon." When his face lights up with happiness, you hastily add, "Just the teeniest, tiniest bit, though."

"Whatever, I'll take it," he chirps and deposits the bag of food in your waiting hands.

You waste no time in tearing it open to get at the boxes of scrumptious goodies within. Like you've often done, you eat there at the window using some nearby furniture as a makeshift table, Ling perched in the window and you in a chair next to him. You melt as soon as you take the first bite, and immediately, Ling's face softens.

"What?" you ask around your mouthful of food.

"Mmm, I'm just glad that at least one of my romantic gestures made you happy," he answers nonchalantly. You roll your eyes, but that hot flush of happiness and nervousness is rushing through you despite your cool-as-a-cucumber outward appearance. And Ling has known you long enough to see right through it, prompting him to add, "Don't care how I do it, as long as I can make you smile."

"You're such a simp," you mumble despite the fact that a stupidly happy smile is growing on your face.

"Ah, but this simp is sitting in your window, so what does that make you?" he challenges. You respond with a playful shove to his shoulder, knowing that he'll catch himself as he slips to the side. He does with a squawk, then responds with an affronted huff and a light shove to your head. "Fine! Next time I try to dazzle you with a romantic cliché, I won't bring takeout!" He even starts acting like he's climbing back out the window to leave.

"Noooooo! I'm sorry! Please don't!" you whine, throwing your arms around his middle even though you know it's an act. You feign that it's just the food you care about, but in reality, it makes you giddy that he likes you enough to embarrass himself with corny displays if only to see you smile. And he knows that, which is why he settles himself back in the window and smiles at you.

In hindsight, maybe talking with Ling about romantic clichés wasn't so bad after all.

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[angevon]

Here's an update to what I've been listening to during my daily commute.

Previous Podcast post: https://www.tumblr.com/angevon/738730790493552640/podcasts-im-listening-to-and-not

Still listening to:

Hey Riddle Riddle

Inn Between

Life with Althaar

Mission to Zyxx

No Such Thing as a Fish

Stellar Firma

Finished:

Blueberries Hill - a comedy podcast in a Peter Rabbit-like world, the actors are animals like Mr. Bear and Mrs. Rabbit. I like how there’s a coherent narrative to each episode, despite the ad-libbing. Makes the magic happen. Only 6 episodes.

DUST: Chrysalis - I found the ending a little anticlimactic, but it fit the narrative and I'm mostly satisfied with it. Recommended for anyone seeking a relatively short and self-contained sci fi narrative.

Sidequesting - Tal Minear has an enjoyable voice to listen to. I can’t say I loved this podcast, but it was wholesome and lgbt+ so I recommend it for that. My main issue is that I'm listening during my commute, and, particularly in the last episode, there are characters with hard-to-hear/ hard-to-understand voices. I just can't hear it well over the sounds of the road so it kinda frustrated me.

The Sword that Explodes - a barbarian named Clive quits the barbarian life to end up an adventurer instead, with a lady alchemist and a clever rogue. They get into various shenanigans. British style humor, only 7 episodes, seems to have been abandoned.

New!:

1865 - a dramatic reenactment of the events occurring directly after Abraham Lincoln’s assassination. The actor playing Edwin Stanton is enjoyable to listen to. Warning for coughing a lot, though.

Absolutely No Adventures - the owner of a small bakery was unfortunately born under ALL the signs. Everyone seems to think he’s the chosen one or whatever, and to him it really is “whatever” — he just wants to be left alone. Every episode he has to weasel his way out of being forced into saving the world by whoever’s found him next.

Bananas - funny news from around the world - what it says on the tin. Similar to Hey Riddle Riddle where it’s mostly a group of friends hanging out, with a focus on goofy headlines.

Death by Dying - this one is difficult to explain. The protagonist is an obituary writer for a small town, and each episode he’s explaining the death of a person in the town. But the stories are outlandishly entertaining. The narrator is fun to listen to.

Mission Rejected - when a secret agent chooses NOT to accept the mission, the mission gets passed down to, well, the B team. This is their story. It’s… okay? The humor doesn’t quite jive with me, but I keep thinking it might need more time to get better, so I haven’t dropped it.

Solutions to Problems - a human and an alien host a futuristic helpline radio show. The human is named Janet, which reminds me of The Good Place, and the alien is Loaf, short for Meatloaf, a name he chose for himself since his name in his native tongue is too difficult for Janet to pronounce. A relatively wholesome show with fun character rapport.

True Tales of the Illuminati - similar vibe to Mission Rejected. Stories about how the wacky Illuminati B team tries to accomplish Illuminati business. The first story was about them trying to get the Great Pyramids of Egypt built.

Victoriocity - in a cyberpunk New London, murder and conspiracies are afoot. Detective Fleet finds himself in the middle of the mystery and determined to solve it. This podcast has a fun narrative style, similar to Kingmaker Histories, but more humor focused, so I'm enjoying it.

Warlock - basically a magic school anime made into an audio drama, it even has a Japanese opening song. The characters are over-the-top and tropey, but that's the point. Despite the focus on combat, it's fun.

Zed 1 - a British couple and their hilarious shenanigans during the zombie apocalypse

Dropped:

Beach Too Sandy, Water Too Wet - started to get a real privileged feel from the hosts.

Tower 4 - season 2 is just plain frustrating to listen to. We know what’s going on, but the protagonist doesn’t, and he’s frankly being an asshole to the only people who can help.

The Judgies - too similar to Bananas

The Kingmaker Histories - a girl ends up with the valuable magic gem known as the Kingmaker inside her head. Now she’s on a journey to escape the people who want it from her. The world is interesting, an alternate-history-with-magic. Unfortunately, none of the characters have sold me and I decided I’m just not enjoying it.

StarTripper!! - this was fun at first, but got kinda horny…? An alien named Festin leaves his office job to travel the universe, in a style like Hitchhiker’s guide.

Tales of the Extraordinary - I honestly had a hard time following.

On hold…?:

Bridgewater - I like the mystery, but I’m not a fan of the dialogue patterns. I dislike when a dialogue has too much “character a says something, character b replies WHAT??? or repeats it again as a question” or similar. It really takes me out of the story. Put on hold due to being similar to Tower 4, but since I dropped Tower 4 I might come back to this.

Dungeons and Daddies - I’m already listening to a lot of dnd stuff via Dropout so I don’t need another one. Also, after one episode, I kinda only like the Druid haha.

Finding Pattersby - a ghost writer tries to find the guy he writes for, who went missing under mysterious circumstances. The protagonist has anxiety and the narrative generally feels real, I like him a lot. I was pretty hooked in the first couple of episodes but turns out it’s unfinished/ongoing. I don’t want to get invested haha.

Welcome to Night Vale - I do like this but it’s quite formulaic? Which is fine but after 100 episodes feels like it kinda wore out on me. I’ll come back to it at some point, I’m sure.

[monocaelia]

tending to their wounds

they cannot evade death. but with you around, they're invincible.

feat. albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, xiao

genre : headcanons, fluff, angst [for xiao and kazuha], hurt/comfort

warnings : blood and injury. death mention. minor cursing.

❀ albedo

it's to no one's surprise that albedo isn't human, meaning he doesn't have the same bodily functions as the others in mondstadt do. his body cannot bleed nor can he feel much pain. that's not to say he can't at all, but a simple prick from a piece of shattered flask can't really do the young alchemist any harm.

flasks breaking or nicking himself while conducting his own research never really phased the alchemist. despite the warnings his assistant gave him about laboratory safety, he didn't need to heed them if the injuries didn't apply to him, did he?

it's safe to say that the chief alchemist is... perplexed to say the least at seeing you worry over him. he wasn't expecting you to come rushing through his laboratory door when you heard the sound of falling glass and nearly climbed over all of his equipment to come to his aid.

"really, you shouldn't have to worry," his gentle voice reassures you, but his attempts to calm you down are futile. instead, albedo is met with your furrowed brows in concentration and your fingers brushing against his as you inspect his invisible wounds.

"yeah well, maybe if you were more careful in your laboratory i wouldn't be here worrying over you, would i?" albedo sighs at your response and decides to let you do as you please to his 'injuries.'

the alchemist's teal eyes follow your movements as you reach for the bandages in the first aid kit and begin to wrap them around his finger tips. he doesn't miss the way your tongue pokes out from between your lips as you concentrate on the task in front of you.

despite not needing to worry much about him, albedo finds it endearing that you care so much about his wellbeing. how much you care about him, how often you check up on him and make sure he never overworks himself. you truly are a caring individual, a ray of warm sunshine in his life.

you meet albedo's gaze when your name leaves his lips, eyes filled with curiosity at what he could possibly want.

"thank you for tending to me." he thanks you with tender smile on his face, his spare hand gently ruffling your hair. the flustered expression on your face is hard to miss, especially when you quickly duck your head down and away from the alchemist.

you stutter out that 'this is nothing!' and continue on wrapping albedo's faux injuries. though, the alchemist finds the way your hands shake as they brush against his skin adorable.

❀ childe

childe is a war criminal, in case you missed it. it's not uncommon to find the young man fighting an entire hoard of enemies by himself. the thrill of battle never seems to be enough for him, as he constantly seeks anything that could satiate his need for exhilaration.

finding scars or fresh injuries on the harbinger is the usual for you, regardless of whether or not they're shallow wounds or deep gashes that gush blood and stain your poor floor. not that childe minds anyways, he sees his battle scars as medals of the many fights he has won and wears them with pride.

but, despite being one of the fatui harbingers and an absolute beast on the battlefield, that doesn't stop you from worrying about his wellbeing.

your brows furrow in concern at the sight of childe in front of you; body worn from using his foul legacy form one too many times in succession and injuries sustained from his earlier fight. he shouldn't have protected you, really you could have protected yourself. and yet...

"you're going to ruin yourself if you keep going into your other form all the time, you know." childe laughs weakly at your lecturing; that's all he can do right now anyways. you catch your lip in between your teeth as you rub a cooling ointment on the harbinger's body. "this isn't funny. you can't just die. then no one would be the eleventh harbinger and you-"

"i would leave you alone?" childe smiles when you send him a glare. his rough hand finds yours, squeezing it lightly in reassurance. there's not a chance in the world that he would succumb to death just yet. childe is still young, and there are many others that he hasn't had the pleasure of fighting against.

and he sure as abyss can’t pass away without saying how he truly feels about you.

you grumble to the snezhnayan that you could've handled it all alone, that you didn't need him to go all berserk on the ruin guards that had surrounded you earlier. instead, childe laughs and places a weak hand on your forearm. "i know, but that was the perfect time to show you just how well i can fight. maybe then, you'll finally accept my feelings."

a white lie, really. even though childe knows that you could've handled it yourself, he acted on instinct back then. the thought of you being harmed in any way sends a chill down the harbinger's spine. he wouldn't forgive himself if he reacted a second too late and you ended up hurt as a consequence.

what's the point of harboring the power of the abyss if he couldn't protect the ones he loved.

you roll your eyes at his answer, choosing to quietly resume cleaning up childe's wounds in hopes that he doesn't say anything more embarrassing. as your fingers brush against the snezhnayan's freckled skin, you don't miss the way he leans towards your touch and the happy hum rumbling from his chest.

❀ diluc

the darknight hero is not one to lose his battles, let alone allow any of his enemies lay a finger on him. trained by the knights and his own father, diluc's fighting style is difficult to intercept and finding a weak spot in his defense is futile. even if his sword is too slow, his fists will be glad to meet those that oppose him.

that isn't to say he doesn't get hurt every now and then. you've caught him with bandages wrapped around his hand, blood soaked gauze around his torso. as long as the job was done, diluc didn't mind the wounds he received in battle.

he isn't used to others tending to his wounds, as nobody really knows he's the darknight hero and protects mondstadt in the middle of the night. so when you catch him in the act of cleaning his wounds and offer to help, he kind of freezes up.

diluc wants to decline your offer, sure that he could finish this up by himself. and besides, he doesn't want to burden you with his consequences so late at night. but he knows you would keep bugging him and complain later that he didn't "love you" or whatever dramatic act you'd be committing in the near future.

it's hard to look at you when you're so close to the red haired vigilante. granted, diluc has always been pretty close with you, seeing as the two of you grew up together and shared most of your memories with one another (and kaeya).

but being physically close to you... is another story. your fingers lightly touching his skin, your face so close to his as you inspect other wounds on his body, your hands roaming the expanse of his chest to remove his shirt in case it hid any other injuries you could have missed.

diluc's hands twitch when you inch even closer to him. if he wanted to, it would take one swift movement to have his lips on yours. one swift movement to hold you in his arms and feel the way your skin melts into his.

but the vigilante has self-control and would rather die than make you uncomfortable.

diluc releases a shaky breath when you finally move away from his body, though it's only a brief moment of respite since you immediately move back into your previous position after grabbing more bandages. absolutely perfect for the poor vigilante.

he clears his throat when your hands slide down his arms to reassure the pressure is enough to keep his wounds from reopening and bleeding out. it is then that you realize what you've been doing to the poor red haired man and how close you've been to him and his body.

"oh? what could you possibly be thinking about, mr. ragnvindr?" you tease, raising an eyebrow and sending diluc a playful smile. you fail to suppress your laughter when he scrunches up his face and turns his face away from you, his ears burning a wonderful shade of bright pink.

"i think it's time for you to leave." shocked, you try and apologize and get him to let you stay a little bit more. the night is still young, and he still has more injuries to be looked at! but diluc pays you no mind.

not like he'd have the heart to actually kick you out of his room anyways.

❀ kaeya

the captain of the calvary isn't one to fight, always looking for people to do his dirty work so he doesn't have to. why bother exerting more energy than you already have when you can make others do it for you? it's more fun that way, anyways.

that doesn't mean kaeya is incapable of fighting. if needed to, the blue haired captain would gladly point his sword at the enemy to keep them at bay or spar a fellow knight. scratches and shallow scrapes are what you mostly see from him.

you aren't expecting to be called into the knights of favonius headquarters and be greeted by the calvary captain battered up and bruised in the infirmary.

"you're squeezing me too hard," kaeya comments nonchalantly, as if he isn't bleeding to death on the bed right now. "you'll cut off circulation in my arm if you keep doing that." you shoot him a glare, but the blue haired captain only laughs at you. you tighten the bandage on his arm.

you refuse to get tangled up in anymore of kaeya's antics. it's all his fault you've aged ten years because of him and his stupid actions and refusing to ask for help despite the mission being bigger than anyone could handle. alone at least. it's not like you don't trust him, but a little extra help isn't bad to have.

your frown deepens when your eyes flit up to stare at the blood soaked shirt covering kaeya's chest. you order him to take it off so you can inspect his injury, which was a mistake on your part.

"oh? shouldn't you ask me on a date first before being this forward?" kaeya's laughter rings around the infirmary seeing your deadpan expression at his joke. maybe you should just leave, just leave this stupid man to bleed to death on this infirmary bed. maybe then you would finally be at peace.

"well. maybe i would have asked you on a date if you weren't so stupid to take this dumb mission alone. you could have died, asshole." kaeya only hums in response, which pisses you off even more. it's like he didn't have a care in the world.

in the midst of your grumblings and cleaning of kaeya's wounds, you miss the tender look he gives you; warm and gentle. the captain finds it nice to have someone care for someone like him after so long.

it wasn’t his fault he wanted to do this alone. well, it was, but it’s hard for kaeya to rely on others and be vulnerable to those around him despite how long he’s known them. his walls are built high, refusing to let anybody in in case he accidentally hurts them in the future.

he wonders if you'd miss him if he disappeared one day, but the way your brows furrow in concern at seeing how bad the gash in his chest confirms his answer.

kaeya’s endearing, warm smile is replaced with the usual smug smirk when you look up to meet his gaze. one day, he hopes he’ll be able to let his walls down around you.

"you know, you're really cute when you worry over me. maybe i should get injured more often." the look of shock at kaeya's comment is evident on your flustered face and it takes everything in him to not laugh and open up his wounds again.

❀ kazuha

kazuha isn't one to easily get injured, well at least seriously injured. he was raised by a prestigious family, trained in the arts of the kaedehara clan. with the help of his prior knowledge of fighting and his keen senses, it's hard to one-up the young man to the point of injury.

that isn't to say he has never sustained any injuries. there have been one too many times that the inazuman traveller has shown up at your door with a couple of scrapes and an apologetic smile on his face.

so, it's a surprise when you find kazuha at your doorstep severely injured and clutching something in his burned hand.

it's quiet between the two of you as your eyes scan kazuha's body for any more injuries and your hands quickly move to tend to his right hand. the skin is burnt, bleeding, and his fingers shake from the injuries it sustained.

you whisper an apology to the inazuman when you gently clean the wounded skin with a warm cloth. he doesn't flinch, dazed eyes still staring off in front of you. it makes you wonder what kazuha went through to be injured this badly. though, seeing as the only serious injury was his right hand, you assumed it wasn't from a fight.

"kazuha... what happened to you?" your words are gentle, afraid your voice would scare the inazuman traveller in front of you. kazuha doesn't respond and instead tightens the grip he has on your hand that's bandaging him. his hand is shaking, and you don't realize he's crying until you feel the wet teardrops on your skin.

ruby eyes glazed with tears meet your own when your eyes flick up to confirm that he was indeed crying.

"tomo..." the crack in his voice shatters your heart and you find yourself pulling kazuha into your arms. his own circle around you and his hands grip onto the back of your shirt as he buries his face into your shoulder.

kazuha's body shakes as he sobs at the loss of his friend. he must have held it in until he got to the safety of your home. you were always his safe haven; coming over so you could tend his light wounds and provide a roof over his head if he was passing by your village.

and yet all you can do now is hold him until the storm inside his heart passes by.

❀ xiao

being in pain or having many injuries litter the expanse of his skin isn't unusual for xiao. he's an adeptus whose sole purpose is to serve rex lapis and protect the citizens of liyue, even if it meant throwing his life away.

even then, sustaining larger, more painful wounds didn't make the adeptus bat an eye. despite how horrible it sounds, xiao is used to it all and takes each hit and laceration that comes his way without blinking an eye.

when karmic debt constantly takes a toll against your health and death is the only solution to reaching true peace, it's hard to care about the state of your own wellbeing.

so imagine xiao's surprise when he shows up at the wangshu inn battered and bruised from dealing with a hoard of monsters and seeing you standing in the yaksha's usual spot, waiting for him with a frown etched into your face.

nimble fingers work deftly against xiao's body, quickly cleaning up the lacerations on the adeptus' chest and the scrapes that cover his arms. xiao releases a hiss from the sting of the medicine and you apologize under your breath.

"i knew you would end up like this." your words come out harsher than you intend to. the adeptus doesn't respond. as long as he was the only casualty to come out of this, as long as the innocent lives of liyuens were protected, as long as you were safe behind the walls of the wangshuu inn, it didn't matter how badly his body was injured.

"i just... i just wished you weren't so careless, xiao." the way your voice breaks doesn't go unheard by the yaksha. his eyes snap forward, but your head is tilted down as your shaky fingers worked their way around xiao's torso. "you're always fighting as if no one cared if you died or disappeared one day."

xiao doesn't get it. he doesn't understand why you care about him so much. a being fated to suffer until his dying days are over, one cursed with karmic debt and forced to carry the burdens of the innocent lives he took in his past.

no one should care about him. a monster with blood on his hands.

but here you are, shedding tears for an adeptus who didn't deserve it. the sole yaksha who is fated to succumb to the sweet embrace of death at any given moment.

and yet, despite knowing he doesn't deserve your gentle touch brushing over his wounds, the young adeptus lifts your face with a gloved finger and brushes away the tears that flow down your cheeks. he longs to continue holding you, to feel your skin against his. you're his temporary solace from the karmic debt that hangs over his heart.

an apology slips past xiao's lips, and you cry harder, calling him 'stupid' for almost dying out there. you bury yourself in his chest and he hugs you, afraid that if he let go, you would be nothing but a dream.

[merakiui]

Apricity

yandere!albedo x (gender neutral) reader art credit - miHoYo cw: nsfw elements, yandere, captivity/restraints, unhealthy behaviors note - please come home to me and take care on the journey, albedo! :D also kindly heed the warnings. thank you!

His eyes are unnaturally pretty. Like twin crystals glittering in an expansive, dismal cave, searching for secrets unheard of within Mondstadt. Somehow you’re always in his peripheral, not too close and yet impossibly far at the same time. The distance is harrowing, terribly so, and Albedo knows it should be nothing short of a coincidence. When he shows up at your quaint stall with Sucrose, claiming to be in need of the exact wares you happen to sell, you pay it no mind. After all, you’ve met your fair share of regulars, and their support is what keeps you afloat. 

But there is more to those beautiful irises than he lets on. Whether it’s intentional or not, you can’t exactly say. You suppose you would rather run into someone as well-respected as Albedo as opposed to an unlikable stranger with ill intent. And it’s always great to see a familiar face, especially when he chooses to peruse your stall rather the others around you. It isn’t all that strange; you’ve even become friends with Sucrose during your short interactions. Albedo has indulged in stiff conversations with you before, but most of them were meaningless. Simple throwaway chatter between two acquaintances. 

Oddly enough, Albedo finds himself wanting more. He doesn’t want to talk about the weather or the transitioning seasons; he wants to listen to you explain how your day was and if you made more profit than the day before that. He wants to stand there and immerse himself in your pleasant voice, ignorant to the hustle and bustle of the people around him. And yet he just can’t. For a variety of reasons that pull him out of the haze of intrigue, you’ll always remain in the background. And he simply can’t bear the thought of that.

It’s rude to deteriorate a relationship that’s only just begun to blossom. If your meager acquaintanceship with him were to wither away into dust, he would feel obligated to keep it going—as if he were simply beating a dead cow with a stick. Although your hobbies differ from his, it’s nothing he can’t handle. A genius must familiarize himself with other areas of study if he intends to craft solutions that are outside of the box.

“Albedo?” 

Your tone is meek and small, tinged with the slightest shiver. Part of him feels bad for lying to you, but you were just so trusting. It’s almost comical how easily you fell into his trap. If he gets to see you in such a delicious way all the time, he’s more than willing to forsake the truth to meet his own desires. A selfish wish, yes, but it’s absolutely wonderful.

“What is it?” 

He eyes you from his spot behind the easel, and even though you can’t see him you can feel his piercing gaze. Like the sun shining brightly in a wintry afternoon, his eyes smolder with unbearable heat and yet his expression is cold with brilliant focus. 

“A-Are you almost done? It’s really cold.” Your bare back touches the wall and you flinch, an instinctual response that makes Albedo’s brow quirk. “And this is sort of...weird.”

“How so?” 

He says that in such a dismissive manner, acting as if your current position isn’t compromising. As if this was a normal exchange between friendly strangers. You have trouble finding your voice in this situation, especially since talking seems like such a chore. You’re worried you’ll say the wrong thing and then it’ll leave a false imprint of who you are on Albedo. But you’ve always been nice, unable to refuse those who are kind in return, and so you’re forced to endure the discomfort that comes with modeling nude for this peculiar alchemist. 

“Think about it.” You distract yourself with a ramble of an explanation—certainly more than what’s necessary, but Albedo doesn’t mind. He finds solace in your voice. “You’re looking at me and I’m...n-naked. And we don’t really know each other. I’m not trying to vilify you when I say this, but I don’t want you to do anything bad to me. N-Not that you would! It’s just—this is really weird. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Hm.”

“And do I have to be tied up like this?” You shuffle in your bindings, fingers scrabbling over the cuffs and chains that jingle like horrible sleigh bells. 

“You were moving too much earlier. I won’t be able to get your anatomy right if you’re constantly fidgeting.”

But it’s uncomfortable, you think, chewing on your lip out of habit.

“I guess I understand. It must be an artist thing, right?”

“You could say that.”

His work on the canvas offers a display that’s just as lewd as the real model, down to the way your nipples perk and harden in the cold. He’s not even close to finishing and that’s a blessing in itself. He could stare at your figure for hours on end, committing every inch of your flesh to memory, and he wouldn’t grow weary. 

“Do artists normally blindfold their models? I don’t really know anything about this stuff, but it’s okay if it helps with the process.”

“I find it to be interesting,” he answers, simple and vague as ever. “It adds a mysterious touch to the finished piece.”

“So you draw the model with the blindfold?” You’re used to gazing upon paintings of flowers and portraits of influential historical figures rather than blatant nudity. “Artists are definitely unique.”

Albedo hums in response, secretly reveling in your naïveté. At the end of the day, you’re just a normal citizen of Mondstadt, who stands behind a wooden stall every single day and happily chats with potential customers. You excel in business, but when it comes to the inner workings of art you’re at a loss. And that makes it all the more easier for Albedo to spin all sorts of wild tales. He fears that gullible nature will harm you in the future, yet there isn’t a threat in sight. Not when you’re here in front of him, no longer confined to his peripheral. And you’ll stay there for however long it takes him to finish this painting. 

It’s a twisted infatuation. Albedo knows he shouldn’t take too much of your time or else he’ll become addicted and it will be impossible to focus on his studies. But he can’t stop himself or his wandering gaze, which trails up your midriff. Higher and higher until he’s staring at your face, eyes obscured behind the soft fabric of a blindfold. Your body is a temple he wishes to worship, and perhaps that’s a sacrilegious thought that ought to have him consider the weight of his emotions. 

And yet you’re far too irresistible. His thoughts are dangerously potent, swirling within his brain like a maddening hurricane. Surely your missing presence in the market won’t be questioned if he were to keep you just a little longer. Longer than the boundaries of sanity will allow, that is. There are other vendors who sell the same things you boast; the economy won’t shatter if you’re not there to provide.

The paintbrush moves along the canvas in even strokes and suddenly Albedo’s mind is wandering between subjects. From art to alchemy, love to lust, and the wondrous crevices in your anatomy that call out to him. The brush stills in his hand. If he’s not mistaken, Sucrose will be stopping by to assist him and the last thing he needs is staining his appearance in a suspicious color. 

“Albedo?” His name rolls off of your tongue in such a delectable way; it’s almost sinful how his thoughts race and race in an endless track. “Are you almost done? My back is sore and the floor’s really uncomfortable.”

“Sorry. This will take longer than I thought.” He sets his brush and palette down, and you listen to his footsteps as they draw near. “Something has come up, but I promise I won’t be long.” 

“Wait. You’re not going to leave me, are you? I need to get back to the marketplace!”

Before you know what’s happening, the blindfold is coming off and you’re locking eyes with Albedo, who peers at you with intense scrutiny. Certainly the look of a genius studying a textbook. You grow flustered all at once, just now coming to terms with the fact that he looked at your body for longer than you’d like to admit. Shyly, you shut your legs to obscure your private parts, but it’s not like that will help the embarrassment that claws its way onto your expression like a persistent beast. 

“You’re better off waiting here.” He shrugs off his coat, draping it over your shoulders as if that’ll keep the dreadful chill away. “As much as I would like to finish this now, I have other work that must be taken care of.”

“I get that, but you can’t just leave me here! That’s practically kidnapping!” you protest, hoping he’ll heed the desperation in your trembling vocals. “At least, that’s what this feels like.”

“I wouldn’t kidnap you,” he says, amusement flashing in his eyes. “You’re too funny.”

Yet he isn’t laughing and neither are you as you helplessly watch him depart. The floor is too cold for your liking and the idea of entrapment settles under your skin like a million maggots feasting on a decaying, chilled copse. Devoid of warmth and carrying an air of measured grace, Albedo doesn’t spare you another glance.

He doesn’t need to. He’ll have all the time in the world to study your body like it’s the finest artwork, and you’ll be powerless to object.

[saturnaous]

I WANT TO SEE YOUR DRAWINGS

YEAGH OKAY!!!

ermm some of my more recent stuff :) I haven't really done any complete or finished things as of recent so there's not much </3.

ermmm. lets see. first image is among us based character; second and third are my wondertful darling oc morble. my specialist little guy. he's not always a werewolf btw I just can't fight The Thoughts. next one is becket, fifth is my silver tongued alchemist AU, then it's Coral(another oc), Kurgou(Another'NOTHER oc), Morble next to his younger Brother Bennet(for me to compare their facial features and junk), Hearth(a character in relation to Morble), Alban(more oc. necromancer cowboy the first), a trashy cyborg guy who I like, SGT Norman G Allen high off his ass, my spiderverse insert and miguel redraw(miguel. . .), a very dumb thing with Hearth and Morble because4 it's funny as hell, and doodles of Hearthorn!!! anyways

yeaghhh hhaiii haiiii HEARTHANDS EMOJI. I have more but this is just some of my more recent stuff that I haven't really posted around teehee.

[vampiresuns]

🍋 Wedding Bells

❦ WEDDING BELLS ❦

Written for day 4 of @midsummer-masquerade​, using the prompts Role Play and Sensory Depravation. In which Anatole’s parents, Vlad Radošević and Louisa De Silva, reminisce on the past. 1.5k words.

You can read the rest of City of Delights here.

It began with a chair; a chair Vlad found himself tied to with a blindfold over his eyes. In any other scenario he would’ve remarked on the chair’s comfort, or how nice it would be to have it in a reading spot. It’s back reclined enough so one could lounge comfortably, without lying on it, and had a separate piece that could be used as an ottoman. In any other scenario, Vlad would’ve been able to picture himself sitting on it, a book in hand, as Louisa sat on his lap, reading her own book. 

He hissed as Louisa adjusted the ropes that tied his arms to the back of the chair. He was wearing absolutely nothing other than his blindfold, and the fabric was dense enough so it filtered all light. It also went over his ears — while it didn’t cancel out the noise it did muffle it just enough that it made the only sense he could rely on to know where Louisa was, when she wasn’t touching him, a little more unreliable. 

Even then, he couldn’t contain a smile. 

“What?” Louisa said, voice carrying through with amusement and affection. She didn’t even know what he was smiling about, and he could already hear the laughter in her voice. He loved his wife. 

“It’s always chairs with us, isn’t it?” 

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

He heard the ottoman piece scrap against the floor before Louisa’s hands began trailing up his thighs. She slowed down when her hands reached the point his thigh met his hip, her fingers digging just enough into his skin to make his cock twitch. 

“Care to refresh my memory, my love?” She said, leaning forward to catch Vlad’s lips on her own. He tried to deepen the kiss, but Louisa pulled back quickly.

He pouted. It made her giggle. 

“A little memory refresher? No?”

“For you, my love? Anything, anywhere.”

“Careful with those words, Vlad, who knows if they have any follow up.”

“Do you want me to refresh your memory or not?” Louisa smacked his knee with a playful touch and he tried to catch her hand, forgetting he was tied up. He sighed. “Well, the first time we slept together, that was on my sofa.”

“Hm, you’d be correct. You were shirtless, and I was a little too obvious.”

“Which is fine by me, my love, because I was useless.”

Louisa paused. “By the way you made me come that day, I wouldn’t say you were useless.”

Vlad cleared his throat, trying to ignore the creeping heat on his chest. He knew he was blushing. Unlike Louisa, who seldom did, he blushed too easily. “Then there’s our chair in the library, the one at home—”

“Ah, yes. We never told Anatole he was conceived there, did we?”

“Please stop talking about our son when your hands are that close to my dick and I’m tied to a chair.”

“Do I need to explain to you, out of all people, Vlad Radošević, the Vlad Radošević, alchemist and polymath, where babies come from?” Vlad had a comeback on the tip of his tongue, something about Louisa being terrible, but nothing came out as Louisa moved her hands to his dick with a practised and familiar grip. She stroked him up and down, slowly, her thumb pressing against the slit on the head.  

“Would you prefer my hands to be here? Or away? Because I can—”

“No, please… Lulu?”

She smiled, not that he could see, but it was audible in her voice. “You’re missing an important chair.”

He tried to move his hips into Louisa’s strokes, wanting more already, but  Louisa had tied him well, so he couldn’t move them. It was never enough for him, though, so he wasn’t surprised by his own wanting. He wanted all of Louisa, he wanted to be Louisa’s, just hers, always hers. It had been that way since he met her, and after 25 years of marriage he had no plans in going back.

Speaking of marriage, that was the chair he was missing. There were more, of course, like the chair in his workshop or his office, and so many other chairs, but the wedding chair was special. It marked the beginning of a new life, the end of a war, it was important for both of them. 

Once again, he couldn’t help but to smile. “You know, this isn’t too unlike our wedding night. I think you used what was it? A garter?” Louisa hummed a confirmation. “Yes, a garter to tie my hands behind a chair. That chair went further back, though, I think. You spent a long while sitting on my face.”

“It’s a very good face, Vlad.”

“Why, thank you. I could say the same about yours, but I’ve never had the pleasure.”

“Don’t act like I haven’t offered for you to sit on it, and you have said no because you say you’re too tall.”

“I’m right.”

“My love?”

“Yes, Louisa?”

“Shut up.”

Louisa moved forward to kiss the corner of his mouth and plopped herself back on the ottoman. She removed her hand from Vlad’s dick too, making him react with an indignant sound. She laughed again, she couldn’t help it. She was a goner for this man, and always had been. Taciturn, funny man. 

“Indulge me, though, mi amor, what if this was our wedding night? What if we were both in our 30s again and had exchanged our vows not five hours ago, what then?”

“Then I would say the same thing I did when I married you, and I don’t say it just because I want you to touch me again—”

“Are you sure?”

“On my honour.”

Louisa rolled her eyes. “I think your dramatics are half your charm, but keep refreshing my memory, but I think I know what you’re going to say.”

“What am I going to say, oh, all knowing Goddess divine I happen to have married?”

“You said that you wanted me, this night and every night of your life, as long as I allowed it—”

“Just like I have since the moment I realised I was in love with you. If there were other ones before you I don’t remember, and if there’s anyone after you, I do not want them.”

Louisa began running her hands over his thighs again, but this time he could feel her, just barely, above him, her warm body making way between his legs. She took his cock in her mouth, warm and wet and drawing a groan out of him at first contact. On any day, feeling her mouth on him made him dizzy in the best way, but now that he couldn’t see, he couldn’t touch, and couldn’t move? He was so hard his cock ached. Louisa’s tongue moved around the head of his dick, pressing against his slit as her hand moved up and down around the base. 

She let him go with a wet pop, leaning her mouth with the back of her hand. She moved on top of him straddling him, putting one of her hands on his shoulders for leverage, while the other guided Vlad’s dick against her cunt. She rubbed it from her entrance to her clit, before guiding it inside her. She moaned as it went in, already searching for Vlad’s lips, kissing him and letting the kiss swallow the moan. She wasted no time and began moving, showering her husband in praise. 

If he could touch her, he would’ve drawn her close, as close as he could until there was no space between them, naked body against naked body. Knowing this, Louisa did it herself, pressing against Vlad as best as she could while she moved. Having him inside her, pressed together as they were, breathing into each other’s mouth it was almost as if they were one being. One thing made of two people. 

If they only became a little more appart, it was because Louisa slid a hand between them so her fingers could draw circles against her clit. Vlad couldn’t blame her for it. She kept moving her hand and fucking her husband until she came, nails digging against Vlad’s skin as he begged her not to stop moving, to please keep fucking him until he came too. She indulged him, kissing him again too. 

It didn’t take Vlad too long to come; while Louisa hadn’t asked him to hold his orgasm, he did it on his own accord, wanting to draw this out as much as possible, so when he did come, he came hard. Louisa kept moving, albeit progressively slower, until Vlad came down from it, kissing his neck as he regained his breath. 

She laid on top of him, pressing kisses against his clavicle as he craned his neck to kiss the top of her head, sharing the silence. 

“Vlad?” Louisa said eventually.

“Yes, my love?”

“Are you fit for another one or are you going to pull some nonsense on me? Like age?”

“When have I ever claimed to be too old to have sex with you?”

“If there’s any time to use that excuse, I thought it would be now. You’re still tied and at my mercy.”

“When have I ever thought that was a problem?”

Louisa laughed against his lips, peppering his lips with kisses. “In that case, I hope you’re ready.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[ead13]

Elder Scrolls Summer Fest Prompt: Dragons (F!Nord Dragonborn x Quintus Navale)

“I want to show you something,” she admitted, setting down the oversized knapsack on the table. It nearly collapsed the rickety wooden piece of furniture under its immense weight. Quintus couldn’t help but stare, realizing she had been hauling such a burden around Skyrim this entire time. Small wonder she was so strong…

“What in Mundus do you have in there?!” he exclaimed as he set aside the paring knife and wiped his hands. “More Dwemer loot? It looks heavy enough to be a couple of struts.”

Fjori smiled. “No, quite different. Think of something even older.”

He blinked. “Older than the Dwemer? That’s impossible, that would have to be something…Merethic. Then again, the Dwemer lived in the late Merethic era as well…”

“Did they? Well, if they did, there is no mention of them in our legends until Ysgramor arrived and drove the Snow Elves underground.”

“So before Ysgramor is what you’re telling me.” The alchemist frowned, wracking his brain. “Well, I admit, I don’t know much about Merethic history unless it involves Ayleids. What WAS happening in Skyrim before Ysgramor?”

Instead of responding, Fjori opened the knapsack and slid a massive skull onto the table, one replete with razor-sharp teeth and horns. It wasn’t difficult to imagine the gaping maw snapping off a man’s entire arm in one violent chomp. To see such an exotic sight, Quintus’s mouth gaped in shock. “Ta-da!”

“Fjori, is that a…dragon skull?!”

“That’s right.” She looked well-pleased with herself.

“Where in Oblivion did you manage to get such a thing?!”

She raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Think about it for a second, Quintus.”

He paused, then his brow furrowed in understanding. “You killed it.”

“As is the job of the Dragonborn.”

“Divines, I know it’s what you do, but…how to explain…” He paused, tapping his foot as he thought but never taking his eyes off of the skull. “It was always something abstract, I suppose. You kill dragons. I do a quick mental sketch of you lopping the head off some giant lizard. Seeing this, though…” He reached out to touch the skull, but decided against it halfway there, as if suddenly feeling it might take a finger despite being severed from the rest of the dragon. “It’s hard to imagine any human killing something this terrible.”

Fjori scratched the back of her head. “This is actually dragon number…let’s see here…eight, I believe.”

He couldn’t help it. He looked at her with something akin to awe and reverence. “It’s stupid, I know that, but seeing this puts it all in perspective for me even though I acknowledged what you do. You really are incredible, Fjori.”

“Hey now, none of that. Don’t make me regret showing you this.” Fjori was blushing as she picked up the skull. This time, it was clear just how much it weighed, because he could see the way her well-developed muscles strained. “I just figured, seeing as I’m the Dragonborn, I ought to show you a trophy. Killing them is a part of my reality after all, and you don’t really get a chance to be involved in that. When I head out for a week or two to find new shouts, I have a tendency of dispatching a dragon here and there.”

Funny, she seemed like a cat that left its human a rat on the doorstep, though on a much grander scale. As with so many things, he found this rather heavy-handed attempt at sharing to be endearing, and he felt his heart flutter. “So what will you do with it? Come to think of it, what did you do with the other seven?”

“Well, I mostly let the others that participated in battle with me keep the bones and scales as trophies. The Whiterun guard has a skull in their barracks, for example, from that first dragon we dispatched at the watchtower. Of course, Lydia also has one, a sort of badge of honor for her service. I just thought it was about time I had a trophy of my own, one just like the Jarl of Whiterun has in his keep from Olaf One-Eye’s duel with Numinex in the old tales.”

“While it would be fitting, please tell me you are NOT planning on hanging it in the bedroom?”

The very thought made the warrior burst into laughter. “Shor’s bones, no way! It would be impossible to sleep with that thing watching you all night!”

“Ah, good.” Quintus looked visibly relieved. “It is rather unsettling to look at, to be honest.”

Fjori set the skull back down. “Even more so when it still has the beady eyes, which are thankfully no longer glaring at me. It’s always such a cold look they have, as though I’m little more than an insect to them. Cruel. Filled with disdain.”

When Quintus noticed the way she shivered, he quickly moved in to wrap his arms around her. “It certainly paid the price for underestimating you, didn’t it? In fact, perhaps that arrogance hastens their downfall in general.”

“I suppose so.” She paused in thought, basking in the warmth of his embrace and letting herself relax in his arms. “Do you know the old legend about Kyne and the Voice?”

“The Voice being the way you shout words in the dragon tongue?” She nodded in affirmation. “I’m afraid all I know is that the power exists, that the Nords used it in battle long ago, and that Talos was the last one with the ability before you.”

“Mankind didn’t always have the ability to shout as the dragons do. They were dominated by the dragons, who viewed themselves as far superior beings. Humans built temples and offered sacrifices to appease the strongest of the totem animals, but they and their chosen dragon priests were cruel overlords. Finally, the people prayed to Kyne for deliverance, and the Goddess of the Storm had pity on us. She taught us how to shout as the dragons did so that we could fight back and win our freedom. An entire war was fought, with mankind emerging the victors.” In the back of her mind, she also recalled that they hadn’t actually defeated Alduin, only pushed the problem back into her era for her to deal with, but she said nothing about it. Quintus didn’t need that worry.

“That’s…wow! Why don’t more people talk about that? It seems like a very important event, on par with the overthrow of the Ayleids or the Exodus of the Chimer.”

Fjori sighed. “Without written records, people dismiss the old legends as mere stories. My own people let the memories fade, and the evidence of this era is scattered all around Skyrim! Even the bards do not sing of history that ancient, only of stories recent enough to be handed down from eyewitnesses. Now the dragons are back, and we know nothing of how our ancestors fought them or the role they used to play in our culture.”

“A cruel trick of fate, that is.”

“And worse, the only ones that do know anything about dragons are outsiders, an organization with roots in Akavir of all places! We fought an entire war against the dragons, but have no knowledge to show for it. How could we have let it all disappear?”

Quintus did not like the melancholy overtaking her features. “You should write down what you learn as you fight the dragons and defeat Alduin, or have someone transcribe your stories as you tell them. Then, there will be records for the future generations.” Assuming she survived the ordeal and the world didn’t end, rendering that a moot point. Damn, he was supposed to be cheering her up, not bringing himself down!

She didn’t give him a chance to sink too far into those pessimistic thoughts. “You really think so? I’m not much of a scholar, as you are well aware.”

“I do. You are a great storyteller. Plus…” He smirked. “You have a perfect paperweight for your documents.” Finally, feeling slightly braver, he reached out and patted the skull on the table.

Her smile reached her eyes as she hugged him tight. “Okay, I think I can do that. We fear what we do not know, so let’s weaken their grip on us with learning.”

[cookiehusky799]

                                  Something To Laugh At

            Eugene just finished helping Rapunzel with her royal duties. He felt like he’d never be free but with his girlfriend’s fast planning, they were able to be done by 7:15. He decided to see what the alchemist is up to.

The ex-thief didn’t know where Varian would be so he looked in the lab first. “Varian? Kid, you in there?” he called, stepping into the room. Eugene saw Varian hunched over at one of the tables, looking very worried. He didn’t seem to hear him call his name. Eugene raised an eyebrow. “Uh, Varian?”

Varian jolted in alarm, nearly dropping the vial in his hand. He made a noise while doing so. Eugene chuckled. “Sorry, kid. I didn’t mean to scare you. Just came to see what your up to.”  The alchemist stared at him nervously. “What? What’s the matter?” Varian’s eyes darted to and fro like he’s trying to figure out what to say.

Eugene was puzzled. “Cat got your tongue?” He half joked, not knowing what is going on.

The alchemist gave a sheepish grin. “Heh, heh....uh.”

“Why are you acting weird?”

With a groan, Varian put down the vial then took out some paper and a quill and started to write something down. Eugene noticed the raccoon, Ruddiger sitting on the floor. He looked very concerned for his boy, his tail twitching. 

Ok, something bad happened in here.

A knocking sound prompted the ex-thief to look back at the alchemist. He was holding the paper he wrote down out to Eugene. “You want me to read it?” asked Eugene.

Varian nodded, laughing sheepishly again. Grabbing the paper from him, he read what Varian wrote.

It said:

Eugene, I was working on a serum from one of the books I grabbed in the library, Got really curious so I tested it on myself and now I can’t speak. I can only communicate by laughing. So yeah, I need help.

When he finished, Eugene gave a weird look to the alchemist who is standing with his hands behind his back very embarrassed for what he did.

“So...you can only....laugh?”

“Heh. Uh-huh.”

Eugene handed the paper back to him, still trying to process the situation. “We need to make an antidote for...uh, the laughing serum. Right?”

Varian nodded, looking through the book where he got the serum from. Eugene came over to look at the book with him.

“Chuckha?” He saw the name of this serum.

Eugene raised his eyebrow at Varian. “That’s what it’s called?”

Another nod.

Varian found the instructions for the antidote. He pointed it out to Eugene. The ex-thief glanced at the ingredients while Varian wrote what to tell him. The alchemist grunted to get his attention. The ex-thief couldn’t help but laugh.

“Varian, I’m sorry but you can just knock on the table. You don’t have to do all that.” he told him.

The alchemist’s face turned red. He really hope this antidote worked so he can stop playing charades. Varian held up what he wrote to Eugene:

I need you to list off the ingredients so I know if I have them in order to make it.

“But what if I get an name wrong?” Varian shot him a deadpanned glare. “What? Have you look at this?” Eugene persuaded, showing the book to him. The alchemist didn’t change his expression. 

It’s not that hard, Eugene. his face says to Eugene. 

Eugene sighed. “Alright, kid. I’ll help you.” Varian put on his goggles over his eyes, ready to get started. 

The ex-thief started reading the ingredients to Varian to which the alchemist went to grab from the cabinets in the lab. When Eugene came on an name he can’t pronouce, Varian would laugh then go to see what name Eugene is stuck on.

The antidote was almost done, it just need one more thing. Eugene narrow his eyes at the ingredient listed in the book. Varian looked over at him, confused.

“Hm?”

“It says....you need....a fruit?”

The alchemist made another noise. Varian turned off the bunsen burner that had the flask contained the liquids he poured in. Eugene held out the book so he could see. The ex-thief thought this is a strange ingredient .”Yeah, your gonna need to get a banana. Which is weird, but accurate considering this is a laugh serum.”

Varian wrote what to say next:

Can you get the banana for me?

“Of course, Varian. You don’t want people to know your state, right?” Varian rubbed his arm, looking ashamed. Eugene suspect something else is bothering him that probably lead the teenager into trying this serum. He placed his hand on Varian’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s ok. Everyone sometimes let their curiosity get the best of them. I’ll go to the kitchen for you, ok?”

Varian smiled, giving a soft laugh. Eugene went to the kitchen to get a banana. When he got there, he spot Rapunzel cooking. Eugene knocked on the door frame to alert her. Rapunzel turned around, noticing him standing by the door. “Hi, Eugene!” she greeted, giving her beaming smile. Pascal on her shoulder chirped his own greeting.

“Hi, Sunshine, Pascal. Is there any bananas?”

Rapunzel nodded. She went over to the counter and grab a banana from the rack where their kept.

“Here you go.” she said, handing it to him. Eugene sighed in relief. “Thanks.”

“Have you seen Varian? He said he’s going to be in the library.” The ex-thief chuckled nervously. “ Oh, uh. He’sinthe labsomethinghappenedandI’mhelpinghimexplainlaterbye!” Eugene dashed out the kitchen.

Rapunzel and Pascal exchanged confused looks.

Eugene got back to the lab. The alchemist was happy to him with the last ingredient. He smashed the banana on the table with his hand, making sure it’s mushy. Varian took the dropper to use to collect some in it.

Varian looked at Eugene, tapping on his goggles. Eugene went to get a spare set of goggles and strap them over his eyes. The alchemist carefully put in the amount of pulp into the flask. The color of the chemical changed to a blueish yellow. Thankfully, it didn’t explode.

Varian picked up the flask after turning off the bunsen burner again. He cast a nervous look at Eugene. The ex- thief encouraged him with his hand. Varian took a deep breath and drank the antidote. The alchemist’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Bleh! This has an awful taste.”

Eugene gasped. “Varian, you can speak again!”

“Really?” Varian gasped, realizing the antidote worked. “Yes! It worked!” He pumped his fist in the air.

Eugene took off the goggles. He was glad Varian is back to normal. “For now on, don’t try out any serum-potion whatever your not familiar with.” he said.

Varian let out a sad sigh as he pushed his goggles back on his head. “Yeah. That was stupid anyway.” Eugene watched him walked over to the side of the room, pressing his body against the wall then slide down into a sitting position. Ruddiger rushed over to his friend as Varian hugged his knees, he looked so upset. The ex-thief came over to him, kneeling on the floor. “Is there something wrong?”

Ruddiger climbed on his boy, wrapping his body around him. He comfort him by softly chittering. “It’s just...the last couple of weeks have been stressful for me. I’m having a bit of an science block. I normally have ideas for experiments but nothing’s coming to mind.” Varian sighed. “I dunno. It’s never happened to me before, you know? I’m kinda feeling down too. So...”

“That’s why you tried the laughing serum.” Eugene finished. He was right.

The alchemist nodded. “Now I know that was a dumb idea.”

“You know, Rapunzel has did the exact same to make her happy.” Eugene pointed out, remembering that idol on the island while they were traveling to the Dark Kingdom.

Varian looked at him, surprised. “She...She did?”

“Yup. You two are quite similar. You’ll get through it, kid. Just take it easy until a really great idea-” Eugene reached out and tapped Varian on his head.

“-will come in that big brain of yours.”

Varian chuckled at the gesture. “You think so?”

The ex-thief put on a mischievous smirk. “I know so. Your the smartest kid in Corona. Heh, in my opinion that is.” Varian blushed. “Heh. Thanks, Eugene.”

Ruddiger chattered happily, glad his boy is smiling. Eugene gave the alchemist a pat on the shoulder. “You’ll think of something, kid.” He got up, walking back to the table. “Now how about we clean up and then we go get something to eat? I don’t know about you, I worked up an appe-whoa!”

Eugene accidentally slipped on a banana peel on the floor. Varian didn’t know he dropped it while he was working. Both teenager and raccoon grimaced when he hit the floor.

“You ok, Eugene?”

“Ow. Yeah. This is normal.”

Varian saw the peel on his head. And....he looked really, really funny right now.

Varian snickers. “The peel is on your head!” Eugene reached up and felt it. His face went red with embarrassment. “Oh....gross.”

The alchemist stand up trying to hold back laughter, his shoulders shaking. Eugene frowned at him. “It’s not funny, Varian.”

“Pft! Ha! Ha! Ha!” Ruddiger was also laughing, he thinks it’s funny too.

This made Eugene mad. He took the peel off his head. “Hey, shut up! No one laughs at Eugene Fitzherbert!”

Varian didn’t stop. He laughed and laughed until he snorted every now and then. The ex-thief noticed how happy Varian is when he’s laughing. Despite everything he’s been through, Varian is still the same smart, compassionate, happy kid from when he met him. Now he’s older and more mature but kept that nerdy attitude.

Eugene smiled, allowing himself to laugh along with the alchemist. Varian had fallen on the floor from laughing so much.

Finally, the laughter died down. Eugene saw Varian trying to catch his breath. The alchemist got back up, Ruddiger jumped down. Eugene will let this one slide. “Ok, that was funny. You ok there, kid?”

Varian nodded, still catching his breath. “I.....I never...laugh this much....ever! Thank you.....I needed that....Oh!....Rapunzel was....right...you are funny.”

“Well, I don’t know that counts as funny, but either way I’m flattered.”

Varian rubbed the back of his neck with his hand sheepishly. “I can be a bit clumsy too. It comes and goes. Are you sure your ok? That looked like a nasty fall.”

The ex-thief got up, rubbing his rear end. “No, I’m fine. Like I said this is normal. What about you?”

“My face hurts from laughing. But other than that, I’m ok.” Eugene cleaned up the leftover banana while Varian cleaned the flask.

“Right. Now that’s all done, How ‘bout some lunch?”

“Oh, sorry, Eugene. I’m not hungry right now.” Varian jolted when he heard his stomach rumbling. He blushed, averting his gaze.

“Are you sure about that? Cause your stomach is saying something different.” Eugene said, smirking.

“Heh, heh. Ok. Y-You convinced me. Let’s go eat.”

This is my first Team Awesome one-shot fic! This was inspired by the scene in Lion King where Ed teases Banzai for his injuries. I sometimes imagined Rapunzel, Eugene and Varian as the hyena trio. I mean look at how they act, when their not being evil. They act like siblings. I hope I wrote Eugene ok. Just thought of what he’d say and gone with it.

[ghostsdontcry]

About me + my blog

I don’t know how to start this things so hi, welcome to my blog!

I’m Sofía (she/her), I’m 22 and I’m from Argentina. I’m a Taurus, in case anyone cares. I speak Spanish and English. I’m studying graphic design (but I’m not sure what i want to do with my life, lol). I do art, not as often as I’d like to though. I used to write, I’m trying to get back into that. I write in Spanish only, I feel like in English I’m a different person than in my mother tongue, so I don’t know if I’ll be posting that stuff here. (Igual tengo mutuals que hablan en español, hola gente). I like cute stuff in general but also horror/dark stuff, and when these two things are combined, beautiful. 

Some content warnings about the blog: 

I try to keep this +13, but I don’t promise some stuff here won’t be +18 (never porn or way too graphic stuff, but maybe some mature humor). 

I post about my mental heatlh sometimes, mostly about my panick attacks and that stuff. 

I try to reblog donation posts and one day one note posts. 

I use trigger warning hashtags, so let me know if there’s anything that makes you uncomfortable so I tag it correctly. Please be patient with me, I might miss a post once in a while but I’m trying my best. 

Here’s a link masterlist for stuff

And here’s a list of my interests. I may reblog stuff related to this, but I mostly reblog things that I find funny, interesting or _aesthetic_.

Before I start talking about the things I like, I’m not a dedicated fan to any of these. I like these things but I don’t know every bit of information, every song, every fact and I’m not an active fan, maybe some fanart from time to time or buying official stuff to support them, but that’s it. I obsess over things for a week, then forget about them and if they resurface then I like it.

Bands/Artists i like: MCR, BMTH, The 1975, TØP, Billie Eilish, Ed Sheeran, Saint Motel, The Neighbourhood, Billie Eilish, Olivia Rodriguez, MARINA, Glass Animals, Wallows, Caravan Palace, WOS, Dillom, Gauchito Club, Buenos Vampiros, Coldplay, The Smashing Pumpkins, Foster The People, Gorillaz, The Strokes, Arctic Monkeys, Luis Miguel (ironically and unironically, bc señor), Mother Mother, Nicki Nicole, María Becerra, Lali and Miranda.

Games I’m into: Stardew Valley, Cult of The Lamb, Legend of Zelda: Tears of The Kingdom, The Sims (1, 2, 3 and 4), Night in the Woods, Monster Prom (and Camp), Ooblets, DDLC, Minecraft, Pastel Girl, Animal Crossing, Hades, Pokemon (I played Fire Red, Emerald -though i couldn’t finish it- and Pokemon Go) and Mario Kart (tho i feel it’s a bit obvious to clarify). 

Shows I’m still into: 

Animation: ATLA, VLD, The Owl House, Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts, Hilda, Star vs The Forces of Evil, Tuca and Bertie, Over The Garden Walls, Summer Camp Island*, Close Enough, Final Space, The Amazing World of Gumball*, Midnight Gospel, Gravity Falls, Regular Show*, Total Drama*, Love, Death and Robots and Adventure Time*

Live-Action: The Umbrella Academy, The Good Place*, That 70s Show (I have a lot to say about it tho), Never Have I Ever, Freaks and Geeks, Derry Girls, Community, Ghost Files, Supernatural (I watched it up to the 9th season I think and actually liked up to de 5th) and The Haunting of Hill House/Bly Manor 

Anime I’m still into: Japan Sinks 2020, Romantic Killer, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, Magi, Noragami, Horimiya, Toradora, The Promised Neverland, Parasyte, Devilman Crybaby, Violet Evergarden, Aggretsuko*, Free*, Ouran High School Host Club and One Punch Man. 

Favorite movies: The Darjeeling Limited, Spirited Away, Midsommar, Heathers. Other movies that I really like but aren’t my faves: Isle of Dogs, Paranorman, Loving Vincent, Ponyo, Road to El Dorado and Atlantis: The Lost Empire. I also love films that feel _odd_ like mother!, Vivarium, I’m Thinking of Ending Things. I have a letterboxd account, the link is in the link masterlist. 

Books I’ve read that I feel that they’re still relevant on who I am: The Hunger Games, Maze Runner (the trilogy only), Cien años de soledad, El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Julio Cortázar’s short stories, Perks of being a Wallflower, Vampire Chronicles (Anne Rice)*, Fight Club, Cadaver Exquisito, Miles de Ojos.

Manga I’ve read that I feel that they’re still relevant on who I am (or that I just really liked): Orange (Takano Ichigo), Ao No Flag, Akatsuki No Yona*, Beastars*, Blue Exorcist**, Ao Haru Ride, Tonari No Kaibutsu-Kun, 7Seeds*, Tokyo Ghoul*, Koe no Katachi, Kimi ni Todoke, Nijiiro Days.

Comics/Graphic Novels: Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, Seconds

Aanyway, if we share interests (or not), my asks and messages are always open if you feel like talking! (Specially about movies or manga, I love debating about them)

* The ones that have this means that I’m not up to date with these things

** In the case of Blue Exorcist, I’m reading it exclusively from the physical volumes in Spanish, so I’ll always be a bit behind, at least until the series finishes.

[goldenworldsabound]

Consider The Morax

Wendy and Zhongli end up discussing Rex Lapis. Zhongli has to be careful not to accidentally reveal that he is Rex Lapis. Mild shenanigans occur :3c

word count: 1148

content warning: none

"What do you suppose Rex Lapis does in his free time?" Wendy asked, as Zhongli finished a story about a historical battle fought by the Geo Archon.

"What do you mean?" Zhongli asked, tilting his head at her.

"Er, I just...well he comes down once a year and that's all anyone ever sees of him, right? What's he get up to?" She elbowed him with a grin. "I bet you have some theories even if you don't know."

Zhongli kept his face carefully expressionless. "I don't have any theories." He wasn't lying, exactly. He didn't have any theories, because he knew down to the detail. Rex Lapis masqueraded as a human named Zhongli the rest of the year, funeral director at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and proud boyfriend of Wendy the foreign adventurer, alchemist, and tinkerer.

But Wendy didn't know the truth about him.

"Really? None? That's surprising." Wendy leaned back to lay down in the grass, hands behind her head. "Well, it's probably nothing interesting. He's probably just hoarding gold somewhere reliving his own epic tales of battle."

Zhongli smiled a hint at that. That was somewhat correct, given that he had just finished telling a story about such things.

"I take it you don't think much of Rex Lapis, then?" He asked, remaining sitting up. Wendy propped herself up on her elbows to look at him a bit better as she answered.

"Well, it's not that, exactly..." She frowned. "The first year I was in Liyue Harbor, I attended the Rite of Descension. Rex Lapis was...well, beautiful. The memory sticks with me well, even now. An adepti, in the form of a dragon...what immense power along with that beauty." She seemed lost in thought for a moment. "But I never attended again. The thing is, Zhongli," She sat up completely now, stretching her arms over her head for a moment. She hazarded a glance at him and the words fell silent on her lips. He was staring at her, with a sharpness to his gaze that suggested he was listening very intently. 

"Go on." He said softly. She swallowed, looking away for a moment, taken aback.

"W-well I, I know Rex Lapis is very important to Liyue, so I don't- I don't want to offend you by saying something...improper." She rubbed at one of her arms.

Zhongli shook his head. "You won't offend me. You don't have to tread on eggshells with me."

"Mm...okay. I mean, it's...really neat that he comes down to see his people once a year or whatever I guess, but like...it's so pretentious. And all he talked about was money! Why does a god even care about money? Isn't that weird?!" Wendy gesticulated with one hand, making a face of disbelief.

Zhongli snorted, unable to stop himself. He put a hand over his mouth, getting his quiet laughter under control. Wendy blushed.

"Wh- you said I didn't have to walk on eggshells!"

"Sorry," Zhongli said, still snickering a bit. Wendy let out a puff of air, pouting at him, but her expression softened at the way his laughter was reaching his eyes.

"What's so damn funny anyway?" Wendy asked, poking Zhongli's arm with a finger.

"I couldn't say." Zhongli smiled at her, gently taking the hand that was poking him and bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss. "You'd never hear someone who grew up here say all of that, you know."

"I know! But you said-"

"I know, I know. I'm not laughing at you. I promise."

"...then who are you laughing at?"

Zhongli put his hand back over his mouth thoughtfully. "...Rex Lapis?" His mouth curved upwards in what was almost a smirk. Wendy felt like she was missing the nuance of his response.

"Alright, fine." Wendy laid back down on the grass, sighing. "I say all that, but the truth is...I think I realized that day that Rex Lapis...the god of Liyue wouldn't give a singular shit about me. What he said didn't apply to me. A poor, Mora-less foreigner...nothing he did that day helped me in any way." She swallowed, before sighing again. "To something like him, I must be fairly worthless."

A whole slew of thoughts passed through Zhongli's mind. To something like him, I must be fairly worthless. Zhongli's heart ached at those words. He burned to correct them immediately, to tell her how wrong she was. He cared so much about her. And even though she viewed Rex Lapis as someone else, he hated to let the incorrect information sit in the air between, and even worse within her.

But he couldn't do that without revealing too much.

And in a manner of speaking...she had been right. He hadn't known of her existence, as he did not know of most humans' existences. But a foreigner in particular was something he had given little thought to.

"I...suppose Rex Lapis likely focuses more on his own citizens," Zhongli admitted. "But what you have done since coming here, particularly in recent months, speaks to the values Rex Lapis embodies. Taking your unique talents, and bringing them to market." He allowed himself to glance at her face, his eartips feeling warm as he meandered. "You're at the beginning of a successful business. The god of commerce is no doubt pleased with that."

Wendy rolled her eyes. "I mean, sure, but...that's not...where my value is. And if so, was I worthless before then?"

"You have never been worthless to me." Zhongli couldn't stop the words from spilling out. "You're not worthless to me..." He corrected the statement, leaning over her with worry etched on his face, feeling the blush spreading down his ears to his cheeks just a bit.

She smiled. "Well, I appreciate that. Even if you're no Rex Lapis." She winked, and Zhongli bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood. He coughed quietly and looked away, feeling the blush spread fully to his cheeks now. He pulled back before laying on his back next to her, hands clasped over his stomach, closing his eyes and willing the blush to go away. He heard Wendy shift next to him.

She used a hand to brush back his bangs, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Thanks for letting me slander your archon." She said with a quiet laugh. "I hope I didn't say anything too offensive."

"Hm." He opened his eyes, meeting her gaze as she loomed over him. "Anytime." He joked. "I'm not bothered. Even as tradition is important to me...hearing your thoughts is...more important."

The softness his gaze had taken on made Wendy melt in turn. She laid back down again, curling up against his side, her head resting on his chest. He shifted his arm to wrap around her.

He wondered what she would think if she knew the truth.