#I wish there was more Lumine art out there

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Lumine for Teyvat President 2023. She does too much.

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Green Slumber

— "Ah, look! Is Alhaitham taking a nap?" "Shh...You're too loud, Paimon." "Th-That's not true…Paimon was definitely whispering-wait, who is that beside him?"

— Alhaitham

Ayato Ver: Pale Blue Slumber Traveller & Paimon lines are taken from the official Genshin Twitter post. [Masterlist]

Congrats Alhaitham, your birthday postpones the fic where I tear you apart for scamming me. I usually don't write birthday fics but pretty art. Can you tell I'm not used to writing second pov and rushed again :)) I don't know how to end fics.

"Ah, look! Is Alhaitham taking a nap?"

Lumine looks in the direction of Paimon's voice, her floating companion peeking through a room with a giddy face. No doubt hatching some sort of plan to get back at the scribe for his words during their quest to rescue Lesser Lord Kusanali. On one hand, she should probably scold Paimon for immediately jumping to payback since the reason both of them are here is to wish the man a happy birthday before departing to the next region. But on the other hand...

“Shh…You’re too loud Paimon,” Lumine whispers as she tip-toes towards the door and gently pushes it open further. She's pointedly ignoring the face Paimon is throwing her for acting just as bad as she is. If anyone asks, she'll make an excuse that she was just being a polite guest and if Alhaitham was sleeping, she would excuse herself quietly. In no way is it her curiosity to see the ever-serious Alhaitham in any mode that's defenseless and relaxed. So with Paimon’s head hovering above hers, they both poke their heads into the room. Alhaitham doesn’t look any different from the last time they met, although asleep, he looks far less intimidating. He’s leaned back in the wooden chair, arm propped up to hold his lolling head in place. Calculating amber and teal eyes are closed as his chest falls up and down slowly with each breath while the gentle sun paints him in warm yellows and soothing whites. If Lumine had never met Alhaitham before, she would have thought he may have been the Dendro archon with how serene the scene itself is. Something that almost makes her want to reach out and touch him just to check if he’s real or not.

"Th-That's not true…Paimon was definitely whispering-wait, who is that beside him?" Paimon’s voice tapers off at the end, eyes alight with confusion. Lumine tears her eyes away from Alhaitham to look at where Paimon is pointing. Seated on the desk right in front of Alhaitham’s sleeping figure, a stranger hums softly with their ankles locked as they swing their legs ideally in the air. In their hands appears to be the beige book Alhaitham usually carries around, the one about physics and motion if she remembers correctly. Now that she’s looking - she can't believe she missed an entire person because she got distracted by the image of a sleeping Alhaitham - the stranger looks far more comfortable in the room than she is. Maybe they're another roommate? Although Alhaitham doesn't seem like the type to have an extensive list of friends and she's positive she's met most if not all of the people Alhaitham could call close enough to have them in his home. She shares a look with Paimon who returns it with a shrug of the shoulders. Neither one of them has ever seen this mysterious person before.

"Haitham, this section here about..." the stranger's voice brings blue and yellow eyes back to the room. Lumine watches intrigued as the stranger finally looks up from the book to see Alhaitham fast asleep. A soft sigh escapes their lips as they close the book, shoulders dropping into something more relaxed, and they just sit and look at the man. They have the same look in their eye but instead, their hand slowly reaches out until their fingertips meet the tips of soft silver hair. Pushing strands away from his face before waltzing down to caress his cheek. It's an intimate touch and Lumine isn't sure whether she should be here interrupting the moment. The stranger surely seems to be having fun as they return to playing with silver strands. Through it all, Alhaitham remains asleep yet, his body seems to lean into the touch naturally. As if these practiced movements have happened before.

Oh. Oh, she understands now.

“Hey, Paimon…” Lumine starts as she slowly picks herself off the floor as quietly as possible lest she disturbs the peace. "We should leave."

"Huh? But why? We've never seen this person before right? What if they're one of those bad guys that are after Alhaitham because he's the acting grand sage!" Paimon adamantly nods, small hands clutched into little fists. It would be cute if it weren't for the fact that Paimon has no sense of volume. Before Lumine can reach out and press her palm against Paimon's mouth to stop her from shouting again, a light chuckle rings out. They both freeze in place, flicking their heads back inside the room.

"You know...if you talk any louder you will actually wake him up," the stranger drops their hand as they turn to face the duo. There's mirth dancing in their eyes and Lumine has enough decency to look embarrassed at getting caught red-handed. Paimon on the other hand has no such reservations.

"Ah, sorry! We didn't mean to! Wait-Hey! Don't turn this on Paimon. Who are you and what are you doing in Alhaitham's house?!" Paimon stomps her feet in the air, crossing her arms as she pouts at the stranger. Her frown further increased by the stranger laughing harder.

"I basically live here. There's no need to be so on edge. I doubt Haitham could sleep so easily if a stranger was in his home," they say, gesturing to the still peacefully unaware scribe who hasn't moved a muscle since they arrived.

"Ohh, so you're like that blond guy from before! Ka-Ka something? But wait, why were you touc-"

"Ahem, sorry for barging in. We just wanted to say Happy Birthday to Alhaitham. We'll visit again some other time when he's awake," Lumine cuts Paimon off, successfully managing to slap her hand against Paimon's mouth. She can feel the back of her ears turning red as she bows and practically sprints away and out of the house. She'll just write a note to the scribe instead.

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You blink a few times before chuckling again. Wow, that girl sure can run fast. You've heard stories about the Traveller and this "Paimon" character, patiently waiting for your turn to stumble into their journey. Although you wish you had met them with better first impressions, they seem like a lively bunch. Your eyes slide over back onto the sleeping figure in front of you, and there's a slight nudge of his lips. The smallest of smiles threaten to burst before it placates into something more neutral. A small detail that hasn't escaped you.

"I know you're awake Alhaitham," you state blankly, your gentle hands reaching back up before suddenly turning harsh and tugging at his cheek. Pulling the skin so he has a lopsided smile. True to your words, teal and amber eyes open without an ounce of shame. "Weren't those your friends? Don't be rude and ignore them when they came all this way to say happy birthday."

He offers a half-hearted shrug before the hand supporting his head moves to take your fingers still tugging at his cheek. Intertwining them together until his face is free. His smile is still small but his eyes shine with fondness that you're forced to look away. Sometimes you forget just how pretty Alhaitham can be.

"Weren't you the one that said I should indulge on my special day? Is it so wrong that I want to spend it with you and you alone?" He adds to his point by brushing his lips against your fingertips before pressing a kiss to your palm. There's a small smile as he extends his other hand out, eyes taking in how pink your ears become. "So let's indulge."

“For such a pretty face, you sure are…” you trail off but you take his hand and let him move you onto his lap. It's unfair how fast he can turn the tables on you and how easily you let him do so. It was fun being able to poke and prod the man to your heart's content since he had to hold the disguise of being asleep, even if you do feel a bit bad that the Traveller had to postpone their greeting, but now it's his hands that roam over your body. Slipping under your - his - shirt and rubbing small circles into your hip before growing bored and moving onto another patch of untouched skin until there's nothing left to take. Lip hungry as he kisses away your words because every breath that isn't mixed with his is worthless. Perhaps it's a blessing that you need to take a proper breath because you're sure that Alhaitham would keep taking until there's nothing left. Disregarding how tightly your hands cling to him and refuse to let him stray too far away.

"Greedy."

"Pot meet kettle."

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HOW HATERS ARE BORN (HHAB)

♡ chapter thirty-eight — why couldn't it be mini-golf? (💋)

[[ALL WRITTEN CHAPTER]]

The dinner party was quiet for the first part.

But not the kind of quiet that would have made anyone into a bad type of uncomfortable. No, it was the kind of quiet that usually hangs heavy in the air with a clear path to stop it. But that path mentioned was definitely not going to be brought up anytime soon, nor even uttered.

The "path" being the eventual contemplation of both your and Kuni's relationship. Or..."relationship"? You had no idea. And frankly? You were too annoyed by Venti's chewing to even think about it right now.

There sat the bodies of Hu Tao, Thoma, Aether, Lumine, Heizou, Yanfei, Ayaka, Xiao, Kazuha, Venti, Kuni, and you at a very long table with what felt like it had no end in sight. Only sounds were the soft clinking of silverware against the china and the eventual murmur of someone to another. It was similar to faint ripples disturbing the surface of the pond.

Venti, seated next to you, was eating away with an unbothered look, feasting at his second dish of the hot pot with numerous amounts of meat. "Oh my god," He said with his mouth full, exaggerated smacks and crunches that seemed to echo louder than the previous ones, grating irritably on your nerves. "Brilliant. I mean, who came up with this?!"

"Been a thing for...forever, actually." Kuni's eyes dulled as he replied with the most unamused tone imaginable, swirling his chopsticks in the soup stock.

"Do you live under a rock?" Hu Tao's eyes narrowed, ever the lively one as she plopped a piece of well marinated pork in her mouth. "It's a common thing, not very new, dumbass."

"Ohhh, no. Don't go and try and make me look like the dumbass." Venti pointed. "Scara~ I know that you were too lazy to try and think of an actual dinner for us out of your busy schedule, but it really reminds me of how creative you can be anyway. I mean, a steamboat?! Your mind! Can I still call you Scara?"

"No." He replied flatly, not even looking up from his bowl.

"Where did you find this?" Venti marveled. "Genius invention, if I do say so myself. Like, watch this." And with that, he put the raw piece of beef inside of the boiling hot broth.

The beef had bubbled inside of the broth, cooking the meat almost instantly. The rich aroma was wafting throughout all of the visitor's nostrils, leaving a tempting bubble of juice that lightly coated the beef he pulled out, making your own mouth water despite your annoyance.

"You wanted to show us... you cooking meat?" Ayaka asked, her voice tinged in a genuine and curious way, wondering if there was an end confirmation to this. Unfortunately, there wasn't, and the rest of the table sighed.

"You know what guys, the art of cooking is lost on a lot of people, don't expect you to know about it. I wish that you could see how philosophical every thin slice that goes into your mouth is, but I'm not your own eyes." Venti threw his hands up in defense.

"Venti...when the pot is at a very high temperature, the meat inside of it usually tends to cook after a few seconds. That's how it works." Aether slowly told him, to which Hu Tao narrowed her eyes in a death-like stare.

"But what about the journey of that high temperature cooked meat?" Venti continued, his tone almost as philosophical as his aggravating chewing. "The laughs, the memories, the stories, preparing this meal together. That's...what makes this dinner more special than others. Our first."

"And our last." Kuni rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. "I didn't let you guys into my house just for him to give us a TED Talk on the importance of family time. Just eat the fucking food and save us the theatrics."

"There's no point, he's just going to keep at it." Yanfei sighed in defeat. "He knows what he did. This will never end as long as we're all alive."

"Yeh? What did I do that was that awful?" Venti raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a pout. "Because what I did do was put those two together at a dinner table right now. You're welcome, by the way." He poked the direction towards you and Kuni.

"He's got a point..." Thoma let out a small chuckle, gaze flicking to the both of you. "You're both being civil right now. Most times you'd just try to bite your tongue whenever you were around each other."

"That's so not true." You scoffed. "I'd say I was very civil. Me, at least. Can’t say the same about others."

"Yeah? Throwing me under the bus now?" Kuni shot you a withering glare. "You asked me out first, don't think I don't remember when we were about to get in the car."

"Hey, quick tip for when you're stuck in conversations you don't want to be in: being proactive helps. Being a fake flirt helps. Someone had to break the ice, and it wasn't going to be you." You shrugged.

"By flirting with me?"

"I mean, it got your attention, didn't it?" Hu Tao replied, leaning back in her chair. "You're smitten."

"I am not smitten. I have intense feelings that should be mutual." His eyebrow quirked up, a hint of amusement softening his features. No matter how defensive his tone was, he knew he couldn't believe anything he said. "You shouldn't be chastising me anyway. I already made myself clear before you got here that I hate the shady shit."

"And I made myself clearer that I didn’t want anything from you right now, no?" You retorted immediately, head shooting towards him with a glare, tone clipped and snippy. "You'd be smart not to bring it here."

Tension rose to a great extent as your words began to make everyone uncomfortable, with the exceeding silence and awkwardness that ruminated between you and Kuni. It was pretty much just the two of you that were giving off an aura like no other. Safe to say that even Venti's attempt of getting the both of them to ease up from what they eventually have to do was a failure.

You glanced at Venti after he began to start moaning despite this, and sighed inwardly. Only he of all people could manage to make eating a piece of meat sound like something else. You threw your chopsticks back on the table, it causing a metallic thud. "Alright. I think I'm done."

"I'm sorry that I'm trying to bring liveliness that you all lack right now. Why is so quiet anyway?" Venti asked, his eyes looking around at everyone's suddenly shifted demeanor.

"You shouldn't be encouraging Venti to be loud, Thoma." Lumine hesitated in her words, trying to disengage the situation. "Let's just do an exercise. We'll say something really nice about the person next to us, and if you have nothing to say, you're going to stay here and help Kuni pick apples as a summer job."

Heizou shot up immediately, slamming his hands down on the table. "I have nothing nice to say about anyone here. Fuck all of you."

"Fat fucking chance. Sit your ass back down." Kuni snarled.

Kazuha frowned, furrowed brow betraying his own confusion. "What did we do...?"

Lumine squinted at him, taken aback by his words before pressing her lips together. "You have to play the game first to decide that, jackass."

“Well, this game already isn’t very fun.” Heizou blurted, saltily sitting back down. “Easy enough for nobody to jump me here though, I’ll take all the compliments I can get.”

"I’m glad that Kazuha and Thoma are sitting next to you and not me.” Hu Tao’s eyes dulled. “I’d blow my brains out before I ever compliment a child trafficker.”

“Okay, good thing we’re not starting with you, then.” Lumine argued with the both of them. “Fuck,” She muttered under her breath, composing herself before she had to speak again. “Then, since you’re one of the last letters of the alphabet, You go first, Xiao.”

Xiao picked his head up, his sharp eyes scanning for the person next to him who just so happened to be Venti. “Oh,” He paused, the rest of the table waiting for his response as Venti excitedly bounced in his seat. “I don’t want to play.”

Venti’s shoulders dropped. “Are you kidding? C’mon, you can’t think of anything?”

“Said he doesn’t want to play, this is our group therapy dinner where consent is the Hail Mary. No compliments for you, too bad, so sad.” Hu Tao stuck her tongue out playfully.

“Your attitude right now is the main reason that one of these days you’re going to get scammed so bad by a pyramid scheme that you’re actually going to start believing the Tupperware you’re selling is valuable. It’s not. It never will be.” Venti squinted.

Hu Tao sat there for a minute, looking into the other’s eyes before scrunching her nose up. “Are you okay? That was extremely specific.”

The rest of the table was silent, until Lumine sighed quietly. “Okay…Xiao, can you at least try to come up with something so we can move on? You don’t have to do it again, this is just a one time thing.”

“I’m grateful,” Yanfei gritted her teeth inwardly. “Never thought I’d have to be genuine anytime soon. Why couldn’t it be mini golf?”

He let out a slow breath, clearly reluctant to even participate in this obviously forced exercise. The more he stalled, though, the longer it was going to take to ebb how uncomfortable it is. “Venti,” He began, voice steady but devoid of emotion. “Your music is very refined.”

Venti clutched at his own heart, making a sound like he just got punched in the gut. “I’ll take it. That’s so cute of you.”

“Yeah! This is a really good exercise for us! We haven’t gotten the time to really appreciate each other as friends.” Thoma smiled. “Go ahead, Venti! Say something nice about (Y/N)!”

“Right.” Venti turned his head to you, trying to fully grasp what he wanted to say. It left eye contact with him very unsettling. “Hm…no matter what happens to you, you’ve still proven that you deserve what you have. Keeping that energy lead you to many people wanting to be around you in result. You should be grateful for that.”

You couldn’t help but stiffen at his words, letting out a small smile tug at your mouth in return. “That really means a lot, Venti. Thank you.”

You took a minute to sink in Venti’s words before you slowly turned to the person who you dreaded giving a compliment to right now— Kuni sat there perfectly. His head rested gently on his head as he leaned against the table with his elbow.

“You…” You stammered on your words, trying to look in your mind for something, anything, you could say that wouldn’t compromise your position. But you knew that despite everything, you liked him a lot. He did prove that he was into you a long time ago, you just didn’t want to admit it. “I like…uh…”

You were unsure how to respond. And Kuni knew that too, so he took the lead. “I think you’re the only person who’s brought me joy in more than just a platonic situation. Being around you is something special to me, I’d rather it not go to waste fighting.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, wanting to look agitated, but his words were so genuine that you were put on the spot. You felt tears brimming up in your eyes in return, trying to hold your eyes open to shun them away, only resulting in them returning tenfold.

You quickly stood up from your seat, bitterness running down like waterfalls. “Excuse me.” You murmured, before rushing off to an undisclosed room.

The rest of the table was silent after that, looking around at each other awkwardly. From what was supposed to be a comfortable exercise turned into something entirely worse than expected. Especially since they all had a feeling that it would go wrong with you sitting next to him.

Kuni groaned, his head hanging and his back pressed firmly against the chair. “Fuck,” He drawled, feeling his patience wear thing. “So fucking annoying.”

“Go after them.” Thoma said amongst the quiet, a warm smile on his face. He knew that even though he wanted to go himself, there was someone who was planning to be with you for a very long time. “You’re good. We’ll all be here when you come back.”

Kuni hesitated, to which Kazuha smiled and nodded. “You said you had Mario Kart, right? We can just play that if you don’t mind.”

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Hu Tao was one of the first people to stand up, shooing Kuni off with her manicured hand. “Go. Bye! We’re going trashing on your expensive equipment for three hours.”

No matter how much he wanted to kick everyone out, he was given a small reminder as to how they’re the main reason why you haven’t given up on him. Unfortunately. So he didn’t say anything, leaving towards his bedroom, the same room he heard you lightly sobbing in.

The room both of you found yourselves in were dimly lit and a complete contrast from the kitchen. It was quiet, but the quiet here was different and heavy and thick— almost suffocating him. You sank down into a plush armchair sat in the corner of his room, sitting in silence with yourself until now.

You didn’t bother looking up to see who it was, you knew who it was. Kuni’s footsteps were light and soft enough to tell you that, he took the seat opposite you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. You were forced to look at him.

He looked beautiful from up close, his features naturally pairing together with the rest of his face. His jawline a perfect structure, his eyes soft enough for you to stare into his violet pools. His hair light and feathery, strands of it sticking in small clusters.

“Tell me what’s going on.” He sat back, mustering up a mix of concern and patience on his face. “I already told you I’m not going to fight with you anymore.”

You wiped your eyes candidly, the back of your hand leaving residue of your tears. A hiccup broke your speech, “That’s the problem, isn’t it?” Your wetted eyelashes brushed against your cheeks as your eyes squeezed shut. “You’re too patient now.”

“Didn’t learn it in a night.” He absorbed your words like they were all that he was able to get in that moment. “I mean, I still have no idea why you came around even this quick. You don’t have a reason to stay by my side as much as I do for you.”

“Oh, of course. Because it’s always different for you. You’re still trying, just like you did when you hated me, it’s confusing. You’re so…fucking confusing.” You looked up again, meeting his eyes with defeat. He was going to be in your life whether it was a friend or a lover, and with the more days that pass with him in it, you start to feel yourself teeter back and forth. “You’re not going to give up, are you?” Your voice was weak.

His eyes never left your face, tentatively taking your hand in his. “I had to get used to the idea of potentially never seeing or talking to you again when I left.” He paused, sincerity striking his face, more of an intense look than usual. “I never want to go through that again so long as I owe it to you. It’s cowardice, and I’d rather face you myself.”

“When will you not owe it to me?” Your heart was hurting, beating faster than it could ever. “I never wanted you to be indebted to me, you did that because you felt guilty, so just squash it already.”

At every second he stayed quiet, the brighter it dawned on you his intentions. He wanted to be by your side as long as possible. “Then it’s all done,” You stared at the hand holding yours, his warmth and steady hands with his skin slightly bulging with his veins, a black ring on his middle finger. “No more games. No more pretenses,” He said calmly. “I want you. More than I wanted anything.”

“Yeah.” You said slowly, a sense of cautious hope blooming in your chest. “I think I kind of do too.”

Swallowing hard, you tried to gather your own sense of resolve here. But all that you were able to even think about was how close he was to you…and the fact that you wanted to suck his face off.

The silence this time was a comforting one, understanding of each other that was unspoken for. He leaned in close to your face, the heat of his breath slowly lingering on your skin, making you ache in a passion you’ve never felt before even when Childe was trying to pursue you.

“Can I?” He whispered.

The breath you had was swept away by his tantalizing voice, nodding slowly at his request. It wasn’t like the last time where the anger and frustration was taken out on the love they pressed into the kiss. No, this one felt a lot better than you ever would have imagined.

The kiss that followed with your words was fluffy at first, the meeting of lips that quickly grew deeper as the months and months of progress they put into their entire history together was no longer at its standstill anymore. His hands snaked across your body, also with an aching desire nestled in his chest.

He tasted amazing on your lips, and you pressed yourself against him in a swift movement, swapping seats gradually. You were dazed, if your eyes could have hearts in them, they would have already.

You didn’t recoil, or protest, or fight him every step of the way anymore. Your tongues danced together in a passionate tango, its foreign-like actions to you making your eyes bleary with love. You were melting into him, no matter how much you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.

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You're my favourite Austin writer on here I think you're amazing!

Please can I ask you to write an Austin x fem reader smut based on False God by Taylor Swift? It's one of my favourite songs and i think its so Austin coded 😭

False God

Label Mature 18+

Summary

Based on the lyrics ‘False God’ by Talylor Swift

Established relationship girlfriend

💝Romantic Smut 💝

passionate foreplay • oral receiving fem•clit play•p in v • orgasms •cream pies

Special thank to the requester. This is the first time I’ve written this style it was very difficult thank you for your patience . 🙏🏻

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False God

Above the bustling streets of vibrant downtown town New York city, you sit in the window of the high rise penthouse apartment you share with Austin. He landed over an hour ago at JFK international and you were frequently checking your phone to see when he would be arriving home to you.

He used to fly you with him to public events but as he became more famous he thought it better you remain out of sight. As his pay increased with his movies he moved you from your shared one bedroom loft to a five bedroom penthouse downtown. When the shopping sprees, vacations and lavish dinners began, so did your insecurities.

You would stare over at him, your once shy timid boyfriend now engaging a table full of his famous costars. He was confident and brilliant, even more beautiful than before.

His charming smile, dazzling blue eyes and perfect features were only enhanced by his new jewelry, clothing, and stylish haircuts of his sandy brown hair.

You tried to stop yourself but you couldn’t help it, you became insecure as his girlfriend. The more he left town the more you checked his name on social media, the later he would stay out for premieres the later you would stay up until he returned.

When he was in town and he was able to spend time with you amidst the chaos of everyday life, you two found solace in each other's embrace.

But deep down you were terrified he would leave you now. He had everything he ever wished for from having nothing when you two first met.

You were a free spirited artist with a passion for painting who worked as a secretary for a famous art studio. You gained notoriety on Instagram as soon as you posted your first official piece which is how you still gain many of your clients. today.

Your job and artwork paid the bills while Austin attended acting classes then. You knew he was special, though he was extremely shy as himself, he blossomed when he was in character. You witnessed his raw talent many nights when he would read scripts in your living room.

You knew without a doubt he would be famous and helped him in every way possible to reach his goal. With his charismatic personality, unwavering love, and passion for sex combined you were head over heels in love with him.

You two met one fateful evening under the glow of neon lights at one of your studios art exhibits in the West Village.

All of the artists were instructed to incorporate clear luminous paint into their work so their creations would glow once the exhibit switched to black light above them for a big reveal.

Austin was there with his friends from theater class because he was a lover of the arts. As soon as the black lights were switched on Austin was drawn to your painting with an unwavering attraction.

He asked immediately if it was possible to meet the artist and your manager called you over. The connection was instant like a magnetic pull drawing you two together as if it were destiny. He was tall, handsome, and shy, his smile flashed when his blue eyes lit up seeing you for the first time and you knew it was love at first sight.

He had long blonde hair then and wore a baggy plaid shirt with a black tee beneath. His skinny jeans and vans giving away he was either an aspiring actor or a musician. As you two delved deeper into each other's worlds, you discovered a shared love for the unconventional, the unspoken, and the untamed.

You brought him back to your apartment immediately after the show. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you; in the cab, the elevator, and even at your front door. Once you fumbled into your apartment he began taking of his clothing.

You waited and watched as he revealed he was hiding the fittest muscled body you’d ever seen beneath his modest clothing. When he mentioned he would be flying to New Zealand to film a show as an elf you were not expecting his body to be the most sexually desirable one you’d ever seen. You were extremely turned on by him.

As he stood fully naked in your living room with his shoulder length blonde hair and his large cock you began to strip off your clothing too.

He smiled and came closer helping you pull off your shoulder straps to drop your dress, then he kneeled down pulling your panties off as you stepped out of them. As he rose to stand taller than you he placed his hand beneath your hair and held the nape of your neck pulling you to him and sinking his lips onto yours in a deeply powerful kiss.

The world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment of pure, unbridled emotion. Austin kissed you passionately as you both felt the sparks igniting between you two. He enjoyed the feeling so much he smiled and began to open his lips onto yours lingering on your kisses with an extreme warmth that turned you on so much you became wet.

“I have …a condom.”he said between kisses “I’m on …birth control.” You whispered back against his lips. Hearing your verbal consent he easily picked you up into his strong arms taking his hands cupping them one at a time under your thighs making you wrap your legs around his waist

He was so strong and the moment was so intense you shivered as he stared into yours eyes. He confidently smiled and you knew he was going to make you his. “Where’s you bedroom “ he asked staring at your lips. Looking closely at his angelic face as he easily carried you made you lose all of your resolve you couldn’t even speak you just pointed the way and he smiled. He knew you were his.

He gently tossed you down on your bed and kneeled between your legs pulling you to the edge. “Can I taste you? “ he asked permission and you nodded eagerly.

With a gentle yet confident touch, he reached his hands up and spread your thighs apart. Your core was already throbbing when he placed his tongue to your folds. He grazed it up and down your sensitive wet folds until it sent a shiver up your spine. Your hands immediately flew to his long hair pulling and tugging it as you praised him.

He leaned in pressing his mouth onto your folds trying to reach the depths of your core with his tongue lapping which sent shockwaves throughout your entire body. His tongue was relentless and electrifying, while his mouth sucked your folds tenderly. With each skilled lick and suck from his mouth you felt yourself surrendering to the overwhelming desire that consumed you.

You tried to calm your imminent orgasm but it was too late. Your legs began to quiver lost in the intoxicating sensation of him eating you out. When he pressed his thumb into your clit and swirled it you gasped. Overcome by the sheer intensity of the moment you orgasmed for him melting into a pool of ecstasy as your core uncoiled. He licked your folds of your cum and trailed kisses as he climbed your body.

Starting from the soft skin of your navel, his kisses moved with a feather light touch, tracing the contours of your waist. With each press of his lips, your skin came alive, electrified by the intimacy.

As he journeyed upward, his kisses grew bolder, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. The warmth of his breath against your skin between kisses sent a rush of heat coursing through your veins, reigniting the fire deep within your core.

His hands cupped your breasts pressing each one with a tender kiss before he rested his chest onto yours. It seemed like time stood still as you stared into each others eyes feeling your hearts beating in perfect rhythm. His lips finally met yours again, and you both knew that this was the beginning of your relationship. Your heart was pounding in anticipation of what was to come

His fingers Intertwined with yours on the sheets before he lifted his hips and gently thrust into you. The pleasure of his large cock was exquisite. You arced your back as he stretched you out and filled you with his passion. Each of his thrusts carried the promise of so much more as he hit depths you never knew existed . It dulled the ache of your sexual desire and refilled it with an overwhelming sense of longing for him, only he could fill you this way.

With each thrust your bodies mingled together feeling your connection growing stronger with the sounds of your moans filling the air. As you reached your peak he looked into your eyes filled with a warmth that mirrored the same affection you had for him. Without a word he cupped your face in his hands wanting to gaze into your eyes knowing you he felt the same.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the weight of his gaze, a silent admission between you two. And in that moment, you knew that you wanted nothing more than to lean in and lose yourself in the depths of his desires.

With a soft moan your walls fluttered as Austin thrust into your body and you came for him closing the distance between you two. His lips met yours with a tender kiss that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. In that fleeting moment time stood still and the world around you faded into obscurity as he came in you too and you melted into each other's embrace.

Wrapped in the warmth of each other's arms after you both orgasmed, you surrendered to the enchantment of the night. Your fresh new love painting the canvas of the universe with hues of passion and promise.

You lay naked and cuddling together whispering and sweet nothings into the night, knowing that this was just the beginning of your fated love story written by the universe.

But this love story was not without its challenges. Insecurities and doubts always lingered in the shadows, threatening to overshadow your bliss.

Austin thought you would leave him for a wealthy patron from your gallery in the beginning when he was struggling to find work. The arguments were like hell and you almost quit your job.

Now you feel that he will leave you for a famous actress or model having seen the more extravagant side of life. Seeing him on more than one occasion lingering and hugging females to closely at events you dared him to leave you.

But just like the calm after a storm on an ocean separating you two, the tensions dissolved and peace reigned once again. One of you would always bring the wine out which would start the flow of tender reconciliation, where words were replaced by gentle touches and heartfelt apologies.

Hearing Austins key turning in the lock surprises you, he didn’t text he had arrived before entering, but as he opens the door you rush to greet him. He is holding a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. He looks ravishing with his short sandy blonde lightly layered in waves.

Your lips meet as you embrace and your kisses are filled with passion and longing. He brings his hand to gently cradle your face and just his simple touch sends waves of warmth coursing through your body. “I missed you so much baby” he says finally breaking the kiss .”I missed you too austin.“ you say smiling.

Austin hands you your beautiful flowers. “I’m so sorry I’m late I had to get these for you I know they’re your favorite. Will you put them away while I shower then come into the bedroom.” He says pulling your head to his lips planting another kiss as he smiles “Yes of course Austin.” You say sweetly.

You do as he says washing them and finding a vase filling it with water. Next you carry the flowers in the vase and place them on the dining room table.

You enter the bedroom and Austin is still in the shower, you can hear his melodic voice singing and it makes you smile.

You hear his singing stop as he turns off the water and you strip down to your bra and panties in anticipation for him to come out of the shower.

The master bathroom door opens and you look at Austins body with a towel wrapped snugly around his waist. Each muscle is defined and sculpted like a work of art. His broad shoulders taper down to his narrow waist, creating a silhouette that exudes confidence and athleticism. Droplets of water glisten on his skin and his hair, with the scent of his soap and shampoo lingering in the air.

The corners of his lips curve upward in a mischievous grin as he looks at you with playful intent. You both have the same idea.

His lips part ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of his teeth, adding an air of allure to his devilish smile. “ did you miss me baby?” He says with a subtle tilt of his head. He drops his towel and your eyes immediately fall to his hardened cock. He exudes so much confidence and charm, as he stands naked in your bedroom that he’s practically daring you.

You immediately unhook your bra and pull off your panties and slowly approach each other.

Your arms wrap around each others bodies, pulling close as your lips meet in a sweet lingering kiss that turns electrifying.

Austin lays you down on the bed and trails kisses down your body. It’s a slow, deliberate descent, igniting a trail of sensation along your skin. With each kiss your breath quickens and your pulse races with escalating passion. He kisses every curve and dip making you a canvas for his lips to cover. You exert a gentle yet firm grasp into his hair conveying your desire for him that can no longer wait and he smiles looking up at you taking his cue.

He climbs your body and aligns himself between your legs sliding his large cock into the warmth of your wet entrance. He fills you completely when his tip meeting your core.

He thrusts his cock into you repeatedly in a rhythm of precision and determination. With each thrust, your coil tightens until, it springs free. There is a satisfying release of tensions as Austin grinds against your throbbing core creating a symphony of sounds and motions from you both in ecstasy. With each thrust you both feel a sense of accomplishment, knowing you are getting lost in the highs of each other’s orgasms.

As Austin fills you with his passions on the expensive duvet covers of the king sized bed It ignites the fires within you both that burns the brightest when you are together. A promise of devotion that transcends words.

As you finally pull away, your breaths mingle in the space between as you gaze into each other’s eyes knowing you both found something rare and precious, a love that would weather any storm and stand the test of time.

Together, you navigated the maze of modern romance unafraid to confront your fears and embrace each others flaws. For in each other's arms, you found your truest selves, imperfect yet perfectly matched.

You and Austin put on robes to enjoy each others company after the intimate encounter. You wanted to view the city that you loved out on the balcony. Austin brought a bottle of wine to pour you both glasses to enjoy before bed.

As you stood hand in hand, gazing into each others eyes above the city lights in your New York City high rise drinking wine together you knew that your love was your sanctuary, your false god, and your salvation all rolled into one.

🩷End 🩷

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[crissiebaby]

Crissie's Messy Origin Story [REWRITE]

Heyyo! This updated version of my first CrissieBaby short story is a part of The Crissie Anthology Collection! Hardcover and eBook copies are available now on Kickstarter!

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/crissiebaby/the-crissie-anthology-collection

DISCLAIMER: This updated story contains humiliation, diaper usage, a super cute protagonist, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Sitting down at her desk, Crissie's lip quivered as her butt sank into the fluffy, soft, and slightly squishy diaper taped to her hips. The temptation to mush her hand into the base of her plush pamper was strong but she couldn’t give in yet. Not when her head was filled with so many creative and exciting story ideas that she couldn’t wait to get them out to make room for more! Sadly, those ideas were rarely accompanied by the motivation required to actually put words to paper. Gawking apathetically at her blank Word document for the better part of an hour, that temptation slowly became harder to ignore.

Unable to wiggle out from under the heavy writer’s block she was under, Crissie turned to the internet for some reprieve of the erotic variety. Unbeknownst to anyone else was her massive fetish for all things ABDL. She couldn’t explain what about this specific kink drew her to this fetish, but she had long since stopped caring. Different strokes for different folks, she liked to say.

Tabbing over to Xwitter, Crissie swiped through her lewd feed and smiled crudely at the artistic and horny expertise on display. “I wish I could make stuff like this,” she thought, lamenting that her art skills had never progressed beyond stick figures. However, that excuse fell flat when it came to writing, something that she was more than capable of creating if she wanted to. And yet, she always decided against it, as if it somehow made her fetish any less present in her daily life. A stilted sigh escaped her lips as she continued scrolling, attempting to cast aside her idle thoughts in favor of some libidinous recreation.

However, before Crissie could find the perfect art piece or messing video to kick off her nightly masturbation session, she happened upon a Xweet unlike any other she had ever seen. The post was from an account she’d recently followed. It said:

Have you ever wished you could write like a real Adult Baby?! Your new Master is here to help. DM me to get started 💕

Crissie was certainly skeptical as she examined the poster’s account, having followed multiple RP accounts in the past with mixed results. Beyond this one Xweet, the account had primarily been used for reblogging, giving her little to go off of. Returning to the post, she shrugged, figuring at best, she would find a new play partner, and at worst, she would waste a few minutes of her time messaging some bot. “Heyyo Master,” she typed, playing along with the original post.

Moments later, a set of three dots appeared beneath Crissie’s message. She waited for a response, only to raise a confused eyebrow as her computer screen instantly went blank. “Ah, frick,” she said, preparing to shuffle out of her cozy computer chair to reset her tower.

FLASH!

“GAH!” cried Crissie blinded by light emitted from the computer screen in front of her. She gasped, unable to pull her eyes away from the enchanting display. Within seconds, her chocolatey, brown irises changed color to a vibrant shade of magenta. Then, with no explanation, everything went black. She squinted her eyes, trying to adjust to her surroundings. Part of her wondered if she passed out somehow and hadn’t realized it yet, though she immediately dismissed this idea thanks to the familiar sounds and smells that her diaper emitted.

Given no chance to recover, a second, spectacular barrage of color swarmed Crissie’s vision. Only this time, it wasn’t the light of a computer screen but the luminous world around her that forced her to rub her strained eyes. To her surprise, the room she found herself in the center was much different than the shabby studio apartment she was used to. Gone were her bed, TV, and the vast majority of her Earthly possessions, finding a crib, changing table, and more diapers than she could begin to count in their place. And all of it was sized just for her.

RUFFLE!

All of a sudden, Crissie’s attention was dragged downward as her boring gray pajamas exploded into a pink satin babydoll dress with puffy sleeves and a skirt that came nowhere remotely close to covering up her diaper. Beneath her new dress was a diaper far bulkier than the one she’d changed herself into. This diaper felt like it was almost twice as thick and by far the softest she had ever worn. It was like her butt was perched on a cloud. She couldn’t stop it from forcing her legs apart, causing her to waddle childishly with every step. Speaking of steps, her feet were now clad in a pair of bright blue bed heels, reducing her mobility even more.

Despite not knowing where she was, how she got here, or who had dressed her up in such adorable attire, Crissie could barely contain her excitement. From the frilly dress to the bulbous diapers, this was everything she’d ever hoped to experience. Her excitement was short-lived, however, as she quickly noticed that her new and unexplained nursery was missing something very important. Namely, a door. All around her were pastel-painted walls with furniture to match, but not a single door in sight.

DING!

Right as Crissie was about to start panicking, a message alert drew her attention toward the pink, sticker-covered desktop set-up that had taken the place of her previous rig. The message read: “Hello, CrissieBaby. I’m sure your childish mind is very confused with all the changes I’ve made…”

Scoffing at the condescending tone the message was starting with, Crissie rolled her eyes and continued reading, “...Well, there’s no need to think about things like that anymore. Any thoughts that you still have in that silly head of yours should be dedicated to writing. Hop to it! The less time you spend writing, the faster your mind will regress. So, it looks like you’d better get started.”

Crissie couldn’t believe the words she was reading. This had to be a dream, or maybe some sort of elaborate joke. Backing away from the computer, she was beyond overwhelmed by her mind-bending new reality. It was terrifying to contemplate the idea of never returning to her old life. At the same time, it was hard to admit this wasn’t exactly the worst-case scenario for her. She’d always wanted more time to write, and now she technically had it. She’d always wanted to wear diapers full-time and now she could. Moreover, she’d always needed something to motivate her, and permanent regression certainly was a scary concept for a writer with too many stories left to tell. Maybe this wasn’t something she was supposed to question.

GRUUUUUUMBLE!

Without warning, Crissie’s internal debate was abruptly halted by the strongest urge to eject her bowels that she had ever experienced. Doubling over, she clutched her tummy tight as another message popped up on the computer, “Oh, I almost forgot to mention. I took away your potty training, so now you’ll never have to worry about bathroom breaks. Enjoy your new life, CrissieBaby.”

SPLOOOOORRCH!

Crissie’s face went pale as she found herself no longer able to hold the massive mess that had welled up inside of her. Her once slightly yellowed diaper now bulged with a distinct shade of brown as she unloaded her guts into the hungry diaper. Wave after wave of sticky, semi-soft poop hit her nappy so hard that she fell backward onto the ground, squishing the newly filled contents of her expanded diaper.

It was at this point that Crissie began to urinate...or maybe she was already urinating? She couldn’t even tell anymore. All she knew was that the diaper continued to swell as a swirl of embarrassment, frustration, and undeniable horniness descended upon her. She had never filled a diaper this much before, and it weighed her down like an anchor. And the smell! It was ripe and unmistakable.

There was little argument to be had at this point. Crissie was officially the baby that she always wanted to be, for better or worse. She looked down at her well-used padding with contented glee as she gave her plump padding a lustful shove. Every fiber of her being was telling her to drop everything and hump her doughy diaper right then and there. However, she resisted, yanking her hands away much like she had earlier that evening. She had far more pressing matters to deal with, after all.

With all the strength she could muster, Crissie lifted herself from her mushy throne and waddled over to the computer, planting herself down in the seat with a mighty SQUELCH! The mess beneath her wasted no time spreading itself up and around to the front of her diaper, only serving to increase her unending horniness.

Settling into her squishy seat, Crissie sighed contently as she looked toward the blank Word document. The white void that once filled her with dread now left her feeling reinvigorated by countless possibilities. She smiled warmly, knowing lack of motivation would never be a problem for her again.

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74 Better luck next time

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With your boyfriend and friends touring around the world, you are all alone. You kept yourself busy with college work and the art competition. You even went to hang with Lumine like olds times. However, it didn’t feel right. You miss the boys, you miss Scaramouche.

You let out a long sigh and laid your head on the table. You’re at the twins place and eating dinner with Lumine. The blonde raises a brow, “Now what?” “I miss my boyfriend…” You pout and she hits your head with her fist. “You’ll see him soon! Now eat or I’ll feed it to the rats outside!” You rubbed your head before taking a nibble of your food.

“Why don’t you call him?” She suggests but that just makes you even more sad. “I’ve tried like a hundred times but he’s busy. I’ve left him almost a 100 voicemails!” Lumine shakes her head. “Yn, you’re miserable.” You frown, “It’s true love!” Lumine gives you a look of sympathy. “I know this might sound mean but if you can’t handle being away from Scaramouche then maybe you should take some time away from him.” You sit up properly with a confused expression.

“Take some time away? You mean I should break up with him?” Lumina nods slowly and your brows furrowed. “I’m not going to do that! I’ll be okay. WE’RE okay! Everything’s perfect. He’s just…really super…duper….busy…….” Your voice fades and Lumine sighs, “I don’t know, Yn. I’m worried for you. You’re always so sad. Long distance isn’t for everyone you know so don’t force yourself to do this. I’m sure Scaramouche will understand.” You abruptly stand up causing her to flinch.

“Thank you for the food, Lumine but I’m going to head home.” “Yn-“ You grab your coat and dash out the door in tears. ‘She doesn’t get it. She’s never been in love.’ You get in your car and sit there for awhile. The thought of breaking up with Scaramouche makes you shiver. You can’t do that. He needs you, he needs you a lot. You begin to drive back to your apartment. Once arriving, you enter your home, and head straight to your bedroom.

You kick your shoes off and plopped right onto your bed. You lay there, staring at your ceiling. “I love you, Scaramouche.” You say out loud. How can you break up with him when he’s already told you he loves you? So what, you guys are a million ways apart? You’re in love! You wiped your eyes, ‘Does Scara think the same?’

You take out your phone and scroll through your Twitter feed. So many fancams of the guys that it’s kind of making you uncomfortable. There’s one thing you didn’t like and it was seeing Xiao with his broken leg. You’re still pissed he was forced to perform but there is nothing you can do. You liked almost all of Scaramouche’s fancams but not so much that it’s suspicious. Your heart flutters seeing his pretty face and you smile. You couldn’t wait to see them live.

Unfortunately, you don’t have enough to buy a ticket. You’re kind of poor and tours are expensive. You barely made it on their last one and it ended up a shit show. You lay your phone on your chest and sigh. “I’m tired.” Your phone starts to vibrate and you see the caller ID. “Albedo? He must’ve ran out of paint.” You stay in your position and answer, “Hello?” But you were met with panic coming from the man’s voice. “Yn, please come. Right now.” You sit up, “Okay, I’ll be there.”

Hurriedly, you left your home again and decided you’d run to the building where the art competition is at. You didn’t know what happened but hearing Albedos frighten voice made you worry. You see the building and sped up a bit more. You were out of breathe but you didn’t stop running. You slam the door open, “Albedo! What’s wrong-“ You froze. You stand there in disbelief and anguish. Albedo stood next to you in sorrow. “I’m sorry, Yn. I-“ You started to walk slowly to your painting, pushing pass the crowd that huddled over it.

You wished this was a dream but it wasn’t. Your painting that you’ve worked hard on, that you wanted to surprise Scaramouche with was ruined. It was covered with black ink and different colored splotches of cool colors. You noticed water was dripping down as well with pencil scratches on…

You grit your teeth and, in a flash, grab hold of your canvas and smash it into the ground. You begin to stomp on the painting, breaking it entirely. Albedo rushes to you, pulling your arms. “Yn! Please stop!” You shake him off and cried, falling to your knees. “Why?! Why would someone do this?!” You screamed and covered your face. Albedo kneels right next to you and places a hand on your back. “I don’t know. I’m so so sorry.” He wanted to cry too.

“Ln.” You lift your head up and look behind you. It was the instructor, the one behind this competition. “I’m sorry this has happened. Unfortunately, we can’t really catch the culprit since we don’t have any cameras.” “Bullshit! This is all bullshit!” You replied. “I was almost done! This ain’t fair!” The lady raises her hand. “I understand but there’s nothing we can do. I highly doubt you can create a piece in just a few days before the deadline.” Your eyes widen, “W-Wha-“ “I advise you step down from the competition. It’s for the best.” Your whole world shatters.

You shove Albedo out of your hold and run out of the building, hearing everyone’s whispers about you. You ran and ran and ran with tears flowing. You shakily open the apartment door and head in, running to your room. The first thing you do is sit on your bed and take out your phone, dialing your boyfriends number. “Please leave a message after-“ You bit your lip and dial again. “Please leave-“ You scream and harshly press the numbers once more. “Yn?” You gasp, “Scara! Finally! Listen I-“ “Yn, can you call me another time?” Instantly, you shut your mouth. “I’m sorry but I really have to go. Nows not a good time but I’ll call you when I’m free, okay?”

You grip your phone. “Yn? Yn, can you hear-“ You hang up and throw your phone to your bedroom door. You cry even harder and hide under your covers. “This can’t be happening!” You shout in between tears. You never hated yourself even more than now.

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[dandelion-wings]

Aether and Lumine? Paimon too.

Thank you for the ask! :> I am going to split this not on Aether/Lumine lines but on Traveler/Abyss Prince(ss) lines, because, well, canon did set it up that way, and while if absolutely pushed, Lumine is my Traveler, I mostly prefer to be agnostic in my meta and fic about who is who.

TRAVELER

How I feel about this character

Ah, yes, Traveler von Protagonist Disease.

The thing that complicates the Traveler for me is that I absolutely loathe the kind of semi-self-insert-but-semi-independent-character protagonist that seems to be getting popular in video games these days. Byleth in FE3H is another good example. I wish they didn't exist! I wish that it was either a full self-insert, character-builder and all, or that they gave us a protagonist with a personality in the style of Tales Of and Final Fantasy games in the first place. I really enjoy roleplaying a character as I play a video game, whether given to me as a fully-realized character or as one I made up myself, and this in-between kind of robs me of that because I can't go full "this OC of mine believes this" and I also can't try for accuracy to the character I'm presented on-screen.

That said, they have been getting better about this with the Traveler over the last few nations, and I like the increasing sense of actual, independent personality that we've gotten for them! Obviously a protagonist of this kind of game, where all the others have to like the player character to make the gacha appealing, is going to want to help others, so I actually particularly like the occasional thread we get where they're like "no, I don't actually care half as much for Teyvat as I do for my sibling, I don't not care but my main mission is still to get to them" because it's very refreshing to me.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Childe with the Lumine version, as two people who can and will absolutely fuck each other up in a play-battle, post-fight sex optional but fun. (Also I once read a Childe/Lumine AU fic where Childe was attempting to pursue The Greatest Game with Lumine and she turned the tables and pinned him down with knives through his hands, and it was incredibly hot.) Ayaka, as a one-sided crush on Ayaka's part. That's... really about it.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Paimon! My bestest and beloved friend. :>

My unpopular opinion about this character

With a handful of exceptions, I... do not particularly enjoy Traveler-centered fic/art/meta. I don't know how unpopular that is but it's all I've got.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I know why Hoyo can't do this with their gacha game full of waifus and husbandos, but I wish we had at least one major/playable character who just did not get along with them. All their voicelines are along the lines of "you think I'm fucking telling you that?" I just want to see how it would play out.

THE ABYSS PRINCE(SS)

How I feel about this character

Honestly much more fascinating to me, in part because they've been a lot more allowed to have some kind of personality from the beginning! I want to know all about what's happened to them, why they hold the positions they do, why they give their twin so few crumbs, etc.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I mean. Dain. XD

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Aside from their twin, also Dain! Love their history.

My unpopular opinion about this character

This sort of overlaps with the second, but while I don't know how plausible or how unpopular it is, the mirror in the Caribert quest where the Traveler saw them in it combined with some minor previous stuff to unlock a Theory for me that the Traveler and the Abyss Prince(ss) aren't twins, but a single person with, for the Traveler, altered memories, whom the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles broke apart in order to nerf their power and/or for other reasons related to the whole "Fourth Descender broken up for parts" thing. Fascinating to me.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Related to the above: Hoyo, please give me this. For all the game's deliberate sibling analogies and their pleasing narrative resonance, this theory honestly has way more appeal to me overall.

PAIMON

How I feel about this character

My buddy! My bestest friend! :> I get mad when people are mean to her (in-game or people who choose those options in play). I get sad when she talks about being scared without us (@chrysoula has a theory that this is all foreshadowing a quest/arc where she's taken away and I think this is reasonably likely but I'm also dreading it). I refuse to believe the theories that she's evil, but I do love the theories that she's a reduced/de-powered version of Something/Someone in Teyvat's lore, that would be very fun. I want to give her so many hugs.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I do not. XD

My non-romantic OTP for this character

The Traveler, of course! :> I also love her rivalry with Itto. I love when characters treat her as a separate person from the Traveler and have their own relationships with her.

My unpopular opinion about this character

From what I've seen in the fandom... that I like her at all? XD;;

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Hoyo stop giving us options to be mean to her. She doesn't deserve it. >:( Appreciating and loving Paimon hours ONLY.

[genshin-silliness]

I like seeing other people's takes on Lumine and Aether's personality, so here's mine-

(keep in mind that these are completely self-indulgent interpretations and not based on any canon whatsoever) (<- okay maybe that's a lie, I did somewhat base their personalities on a few pieces of birthday art, that's pretty much it though)

Lumine:

-I see Lumine as being slightly older than Aether, but not by much. But even so, she still acts as his older sister of sorts.

-She's super high energy and extroverted, and is typically the one to do most of the talking while they're traveling worlds. She's also an incredibly kind and compassionate person, who is overall easy to get along with.

-She would be the mc to willingly help around Teyvat because she's enjoys helping people!

-She adores her brother with all her heart (obviously) thinking he's the cutest thing in the world. ("Look at my baby brother!!" "We're the same age though..?")

-Despite her sweet and sugary girl-next-door energy, if you mess with her brother or her friends she will NOT hesitate to fuck you up. And she can be scary when in combat mode.

-She gets really uneasy whenever her brother isn't around (which isn't often since he almost always stays close to her) and starts thinking of every worst case scenario.

-I feel like most people see her as this strict and stern and girlboss, and I like that take too! I personally just see her as just a really nice girl who'll kick your ass if provoked lol.

-I also unironically think she would get along with Paimon (that and silently swoons over how adorable she can be)

Aether:

-Aether is pretty much the exact opposite of Lumine lol

-He's quiet, reserved, and overall doesn't enjoy talking to people aside from his sister. This mostly stems from the fact that he some issues with trusting people.

-Typically he'll stand behind his sister as she does the talking (if anyone asks about it Lumine just goes: "oh he's just shy!")

-He's the mc who's honestly just trying to get his sister and get the hell out lol (though he always gets caught up in side quests somehow) (*cough* paimon *cough*)

-He's not much of a talker. Like at all. He only speaks if he really needs to at the moment, or if he's with someone he considers trustworthy and as a friend. And it takes a little while for someone to gain his trust like that.

-However, he's not a mean person by any means, and truly cares for those he's close to. And he wouldn't wish any sort of ill will onto anyone (unless he doesn't like them or they've tried to hurt him in the past)

-He is somewhat clingy, always staying close to his sister. Although he's antisocial, he doesn't like the feeling of being alone since he's so used to his sister being with him :(

It's also worth noting that I do see Aether as the one having to travel Teyvat to find his sister, and Lumine as the abyss sibling for three reasons:

I'm in love with abyss Lumine.

I find Aether to be more of a compelling mc than Lumine. Not because I dislike peppy characters by any means, I just find an mc with more selfish tendencies a lot more interesting. With Lumine, of course she's gonna help people, it's in her nature! With Aether however, he'll only help someone if he gets something in return that he needs, such as information on where to find his sibling. And the only other reason is because Paimon always drags him into this shit unwillingly (I do see him becoming a little more willing to help on his own terms as the story progresses).

The overarching question of why Lumine, a sweet, compassionate girl, would join the abyss. With Aether, I feel as though with his personality, you could kind of see it. But with Lumine? It's completely out of character for her! It provokes a lot of questions!! What happened to make her choose this??

As you can see, I kind of look at things through a story writing lense most of the time. Like I said, this is honestly just me being self indulgent.

I did kind of base Aether's personality on his dead expression in most chibi official art. I love him so much.

[witchofthesouls]

AYO! Listen, Cyber!Earth where the old appearance of humans become supernatural, paranormal, and/or creatures of folklore? As well as some examples of the monstronsites upon this new/old/reborn Earth/Gaea.

The world may had decreed that Cybertronians may live on its surface, but whether or not the offworlders, these so-called conquerors and saviors, shall thrive is up to their own actions. The oceans are still water; not a massive source of Energon that the Decepticons had hoped. The atmosphere still exists and far more wild and temperamental: scorching heat, killer humdity, random blizzards, and violent storms. The fauna mimics their old forms, full of vitality and various fuels… and quite toxic and venomous without the proper preparation.

Humans throughout the ages attempted to describe the nature of the planet and its relationship, exploring by alchemical, scientific, religious, and philosophical means. They had coined the phrase: survival of the fittest and it describes well Earth’s demands of resilience to its provided environments. Just they discovered the means to harness deadly wildlife for their own uses: consumption, industry, and medical.

Earth did not hail from Primus. Sleeping and distant and barren after so long. Unable to rejuvenate itself. No. Earth is born from Unicron. The Void sleeps deep within its very essence. Even with a cataclysmic event, it shall continue to roll on (and on and on and-)

It is, however, a reflection. It seen these exhausted wandering souls, strangely foreign and bizarrely familiar, and their longing for home and it recalls blazing Megatronus Prime -its claimed/stolen/Fallen Primordial had done well long, long ago.

Yes, it sings out. Become one with me, astra meo, fallen and lost and now mine.

Prove yourselves.

 < You should have questioned why this planet was teeming with relics of your civilization? Did you truly attribute it as merely coincidence? Did you really think that there was nothing here? Your ignorance will not save you now. >

Chickadee isn’t an outliner; beneath the bone mask, his face is much like a human’s. Soft and plush compared to the Cybertronians’. Seems like real skin and hair. It’s extremely bizarre with the luminous glow of his optics, his pleased smile of sharp, metal denta, and the contrast of that soft face with its marks of moles and freckles with the obvious cabling of his neck. Chickadee has been among the fae with his father for a long while, but he remembers his mortal mother’s face and can’t part away from her dimples and nose.

Humanity is still remembered. Humanity is still loved and feared and coveted and < It is the ouroboros between you and me and us and ours. Are we not perpetual reflections of each other? Grotesque and alluring? Wretched, yet divine? How we wish to cherish and consume the essence of the immortal and the transient? Nothing but green-eyed beasts and ravenous monsters when crossed with temptation? >

It’s hard to say where it began. Is it the nature of the fae? The innterconnectivity of all thing on Earth? The innate social drives of humans that diluted to Others? But-

This is love. Bones and flesh and memory given life by actions. The way a student will curl their letters like their favorite teacher. The passing of family recipes from adult to child across generations. The carryover method to find the best produce by a friend. The mannerisms a child will take from their parents. In the picked-up habits of spontaneous lessons by the neighbor or a random stranger.

This is how the fae love. Dreams and nightmares are upon the spectrum of inspiration and obsession. (They venerate art. And art can be found in anything. Beauty taking a multitude of methods and forms.) Appearances and glamors and behavior for imitation is a form of flattery, is it not? They are shapeshifters at their core. Is it truly a surprise they will take on an old mortal beloved’s form or their face? Their kin, their spouse, their friend’s, the list is endless. 

Cybertronians find it beyond strange and disturbing to find human faces with their bodies made of different materials. Bird cages and tree bark. The deliberate exposure of Clockwork inner-workings of gears and pins and cables. The subtle sounds of chimes and tickticktick and shifting, voluminous robes. A void of shadows with a mask of delicate enamel porcelain with its lovely, ever-changing hues upon its eerily crafted face of humanoid features. One figure appeared out of old paper pages within lost library…

As well as the various sizes. While some take on human’s natural height, many can easily match Optimus or even outsize him, towering above all to reach the sky itself…

Some of their new-blood descendants, their newest claimed hybrids of new metal and that old burning potential, will take on snippets of their forgotten lives. Like half-remembered dreams in a body that is and isn’t theirs. The color of their old skin and eyes. The comfort to be clothed in garments. The search for a certain kind of animal companion. The odd-struck nostalgia of a certain smell or taste and the consuming need to find it because < what are we but the sum of memory and thought? We are wild things at heart, and hearts yearn for such soft, distant dreams of yesterday and tomorrow as well as blood. Does it matter whose? >

The empty sprawl of cities of steel and concrete are timeless spaces. Liminal and haunting with the endless rows of broken and decrepit skyscrapers. Empty with only the plantlife making its fierce strides to compete with the available nutrients and space. Large amounts of Energon crystals are detected from such places…

On the empty roads and bridges to the cities, there are humans watching the distant view and disappear between blinks. Some are hitchhikers. Once or repeated over and over. Grateful for a ride but forgetful on what happened, their family never showed up to the airport/the bus left/they were ditched/the car stopped/so many reasons but not what truly what happened.

The few fae-touched that returned to the Decepticons immediately know  that such places are graveyards and nurseries of < Do you truly wish to know? > unspeakable things.

Parrots aren’t the only species that can mimic sounds and voices. Humans are entertained and enchanted by individuals that do fantastic impressions, mirroring the tones, pitch, and the unique vocal quirks. A lure. A warning. 

The silence is oppressive. No animal ventures into these places. Only ghosts and plants. Branches and brushes reach towards the sky like hands-

Yes. Many hands. Many figures. Small and vaguely humanoid shape of distorted metal decorate the scenery. But there should be more. Far more. Millions upon millions within these cities and where did they go…

The last thing the intial scout teams would remember are the horrifying and nauseating echoes of < WHERE ARE YOU/PLEASE-I-CAN’T/ help-me/help-us / papa-I’m-cold / oh- gods-please-I’ll-pay-anything-anything-ANYTHING / so-hungry / LOOK THERE /YOU / Ÿ̷͚̯̫́̓͠O̸̹͗͠U̷̖̿̊̄ͅ ̵͕̬̯̓D̶͔̙̰͒I̴̧̋̓D̶̐̍͘͜ ̸̤́T̴̟̊H̷͉̽͋̚I̴̳͂͊͗S̵̫̯͕̒̀̍ / c̵͕̱̺̽͝o̸͉̬͛̾̈m̸̧̭̦̑̎͒e̸̞̿̿̆ ̶͕̦͗͒̃h̴͙́e̶̡̺̒͝ͅr̷̢͉̤͑ḛ̴͐>

No matter the weather and climate. These places remain cold. So very cold. A constant wonderland of broken metal, ice, and snow with a miasma of innermost Energon.

Whatever hunts and haunts these places refuse to leave the city boundaries. An amalgamation of numerous limbs, thousands upon thousands of flickering light within its undulating, massive form as it stretches out-

Something splatters nearby it, quivering lanky limbs with an emaciated body, eldritch optics of empty black and a yawning maw for a mouth.

Sparkeater

There are strange diners and sleepy, little towns along the wide stretches of road. Even on scavenged or saved maps, such things didn’t exist. Just pockets of places hidden away and pop up at random.

Waitresses and cooks take no notice of strange customers. Not even batting an eye to Cybertronians that stumbled across them. The Autobots are perturbed to enter an obviously human-made structure that’s manned by human staff, but everything is sized up to Cybertronian height, even the people.

These places serve food. Even Energon. In a multitude of forms beyond the typical cube. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was a unique experience to finally taste the fluffiness of pancakes and sweet syrup as well as the dishware and cutlery the children would bring to the base.

Each window has a different view.

The towns are active at night. Lights bright in the dark as people work, rest, and play. Like the diners, no one takes a double-take at the metal visitors, just a glance before going back to their own activities. 

There something beneath these towns where their denizens have shifting eyes and laughing shadows.

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Christian Alzmann. Scene from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 1, The Marshal. Din Djarin and Tuskens are riding Bathas on Tatooine.

Grogu sighed as he remembered riding the banthas that hot day they went to find the Krayt dragon with the Tuskens and the marshal. The ride was long, and to be honest, kind of boring. Grogu wished he had thought to bring something to do with him. He missed having a datapad. He always had one at the Jedi Temple. But without one he couldn’t pass the time watching his favorite vid series: Diggle and Daggle, the Fish that fish.

Diggle and Daggle had helped Grogu through a lot of boring times. He’d first watched the show about ‘The Fish that fish’ when Peli was watching over him. Apparently the pit droids liked to watch it and Peli would play it for them as a special treat for work well done. Not getting destroyed by the Mandalorian for almost working on the Razor Crest was determined to be a ‘job well done’. 

And that’s how it started. His obsession with fishing. Well, with a vid show about fishing. He’d liked fishing before he’d ever met the pit droids, Peli, or the Mandalorian. What he didn’t like was not knowing very much about fish. Diggle and Daggle fixed that for him. 

Want to know how many types of Yob fish there are? Diggle and Daggle covered that in episode 293. Think you should know more about the bulbous fish of Coruscant? Episode 19. Curious about the luminous fish of Naboo? Episode 42. Since Grogu was interested, curious and wanted to increase his knowledge about all fish, Diggle and Daggle were his first and best resource for everything fish related. How could they not be?

For a long time his dad didn’t understand it. He would try to watch Diggle and Daggle, but Din Djarin just didn’t get what Grogu loved about the show. Why would fish teach you how to catch other fish? The very first time Grogu tried to explain it, the Mandalorian said it was not the Way. Grogu began to giggle. He explained to his dad that fish eat fish.

“I know that buddy.”

Yes, he knew it, but did he really know it? Grogu had never seen his dad voluntarily eat fish. Oh sure, maybe he’d get tricked into eating a gorg on a stick if it was coated, deep fried and reeking of hot spice. But gorgs were technically not fish. And when Grogu managed to catch a scale fish on a trip they made to Naboo, there was no way to get his dad to eat even the tiniest bit of it. 

“I don’t eat raw fish, Grogu.”

Grogu trotted over the campfire and used the Force to hold the filet of scale fish over it until it was cooked. Then he brought it back to his dad. His dad thanked Grogu nicely for doing that, but all he actually did with the fish was cut it up and push it around his plate and then the Mandalorian told Grogu it was time to sleep. Later that night, when Grogu needed to use the privy, he found the fish in the trash bin. Now that really annoyed him. He would have been happy to eat it, once he scraped the hot sauce off it. 

Then they went to Corellia on a bounty run and stopped in a great little diner not far from the starport. They had noddles with Coco Claw fish bites and Grogu noticed that all the fish bites were still left in the bowl when the Mandalorian slowly ate the noddles (one at a time! Uff, that had taken so much time) and drank the broth. That time Grogu had finished the fish bites and immediately regretted it. He had forgotten for an instant that his dad ate everything smothered in hot spices or sauces, in this case both. Uff. Thank goodness for the sweet juice concentrate the Iktotchi server had given. 

Then Greef Karga invited them to a celebration on Nevarro which included a formal dinner. Grogu had loved it. The pomp. The fashion. The celebrities. Of course his dad was one of the celebrities and so was he. It had been great until the Opee Sea Killer was presented to his dad on a platter. To Grogu’s amazement the Mandalorian had looked at the giant sea critter, shook his head, leapt out of his chair and dashed out of the room. Everyone in the room fell quiet and the high magistrate sent IG-11-M, who was there as a curtesy, to go check on the bounty hunter. 

Grogu was glad that IG had taken on that task because he couldn’t imagine what could possibly be wrong, but he was pretty sure that he’d ask his dad a question that would make things worse, instead of better. A droid, especially IG, was far more capable of being plainly factual and impartial, than Grogu. 

It turned out that when the Opee Sea Killer was prepared no one checked it’s mouth to see what was in it. When the platter was set down, a bunch of Opee Sea Killer eggs blooped out of the mouth and his dad just couldn’t handle Grogu reaching out and taking a scoop of them. Grogu was surprised that his dad was bothered by it because the Mandalorian was so happy to eat ration packs. 

Finally, they were on Cantonica. Some guy jumped bail and they caught him at the aquarium there. In the water. Grogu had explained to his dad how to deal with each and every critter and that helped them catch the guy, who was a Mon Calamari. Later his dad asked him how he knew so much about all those fish and sea creatures. Grogu had giggled and said, “Diggle and Daggle”. 

After that, Din bought Grogu a specialized datapad and got him the whole back catalog of Diggle and Daggle vids. His dad had finally got the picture, quite literally. Grogu wasn’t just watching a show. He was learning. Not just about fish but about planets, people, and methods to catch things that really didn’t want to be caught. To the Mandalorian’s surprise Grogu had been learning to be a bounty hunter the whole time they knew one another. Or maybe his dad was just surprised that learning those lessons could be so much fun and really tasty. Yum.

[hypnolurker]

“Wish Mirror”

ORIGINAL IMAGE FOUND HERE

The gallery had been pretty boring so far. I had seen all sorts of modern art nonsese as well as some particularly confusing installation pieces but that didn’t make it an interesting visit.

That is, it was boring until I saw the mirror. At first glance it was just a bent mirror with a separation down the middle. Everything about it made a mockery of its purpose and it was hard to see my reflection in it properly.

Then when I looked a little closer I thought I looked younger. I walked towards the mirror until I was right in front of it to check and I couldn’t believe it! I looked like I had lost ten years! I didn’t look like that this morning in my own mirror…oh, my excitement deflated like an old balloon. It must be some trick of the mirror.

I should have known. It also distorted my face but I was just so vain I really wished I looked that young. It was still an interesting trick of course. I kept on staring intently at the mirror. There was something so hypnotic about it, the way the curves reflected the light and there was something almost luminous about the surface…

Hm? I got a bit lost there. I’m still looking at the mirror, in fact now it looks like my hair is…blonder? Wow this thing is really good at illusions it looks so realistic. I look kind of good as a blonde. I wish I was actually blonde.

Oh now that I really look my lips are plumper and my skin looks a bit more tanned. It almost feels real. I look kind of…bimboish. I’m not that kind of woman. I’m an art critic with a degree in artistic analysis and I’m certainly not horny like a bimbo. They have a different guy everyday as far as I’ve seen. I can see the appeal of a nice hot guy taking you and just treating you like a little slut…that sounds wrong. I mean I like sex on occasion it’s just not a case of me being a bimbo.

Well, I haven’t actually had sex since…um…jeez has it been that long? I could go for a nice guy to rip my clothes off and just roughly fuck me. I should calm down. That’s not going to happen. Guys go for what’s in this mirror they don’t want what I usually look like. I wish I just looked like the mirror makes me appear.

In fact I wish I could change more stuff, like this outfit. It’s so plain and boring I just wear it to look presentable at galleries but it’s really uncomfortable. I don’t know what I would rather wear. Oh…the mirror just caught my eye again…I…I’m wearing…latex? A black latex outfit? That’s….that’s not my normal style. The more I look at it on my reflection in the intoxicating mirror I….it seems so…I can feel it….I…want to…I…wish I was wearing it right now….

Wow I look so slutty in the mirror. I’m not really like that but it’s interesting to imagine I am. For just a second. It’s a way of appreciating this piece of art I guess. So powerful, I really do feel like a dumb bimbo slut. The more I stare at the vacant looking eyes of my virtual counterpart…is that drool? Wow I’m really zoned out staring at this mirror…imagining I’m a dumb whore. Fucking guys, any one will do….pussy…mouth…ass…

I’m really drooling aren’t I? I need something in my mouth. Wish I had something to suck on…

What’s that coming out of the mirror? It’s big and thick and black and it looks so 3d and….

“Mmmmppph”

It’s in my mouth! I needed something to suck and the mirror gave me this big black dildo and it just feels so good! It’s fills my mouth up perfectly. The way my tongue swirls around the base, drool spilling out of my mouth…feels so sexy! I feel like I’m really a dumb slut who just wants to suck cock. This is such a great piece of art! I know I’m not really a dumb bimbo slut who wants to suck and fuck all day…even though that sounds so nice…but I’m not I’m an art…person. I look at art and stare at it and suck on it for a job…

I mean…sucking isn’t usually my job. That would make me a pros…um….good bimbo dolly? Where did that thought come from? What’s happening? I can feel this dildo hitting the back of my throat now…I can’t deep throat. That’s something only dumb…um…bimbo…dolls do. It’s sending signals pulsing through my head…good bimbo doll…I want to…be…I….wish I was a good bimbo doll…

“Ahahaaaaoohh!” I’m cumming! My head! It’s not…my thoughts….going…

Mmm that was great! I just wish there was a real cock for me to suck!

“Hey you know you can’t touch the exhibits miss!”

Ooh he’s so sexy! I bet he has a massive cock…need to suck it…it will be so much better that the one on this…”wishing mirror”…time to be a good bimbo dolly!

[sxfiamd]

⚠️ THAT TIME I GOT REINCARNATED AS A SLIME LIGHT NOVEL/MANGA SPOILERS

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED ⚠️

The movie and new ova for tensura came with a massive improvement with the animation and art style. Honestly, the whole vibe and ambience were much better than the series itself.

It's given me massive hopes for s3, which is coming out in April. The trailer that was recently released added to that. However, 8-bit's side profiles and various other elements such as the sharpness to the hair and sometimes lacklustre colour are all areas where 8-bit has failed. Admittedly, they have improved with the recent trailer.

From what I've seen in the trailer, designs such as Mariabelle's and Granbell's were surprisingly faithfull!! Can't say the same for previous seasons.

8-bit has a habit of animating better fight scenes in the intro/outro than in the actual series itself. This season has an extremely important and expected fight, that being Hinata vs. Rimuru round 2, one of the most anticipated fights in the entire novel in recent months (according to my mutuals on tiktok). 8-bit don't ruin this pls!!

Colouring has improved drastically, same with overall ambience and emotion. However, the side profiles haven't improved in the slightest. I can't spot any character in particular where I'm unhappy with the design, but I'm not familiar with all the Ten Saint's designs, so I'll need to compare. Luminous' design has actually become more accurate with her hair.

I'm hoping that season 3 won't be as censored as previous seasons, fuck those kids!! It's wishful thinking tho 😖

I'm worried about Glenda (red-haired woman) in particular because of fanservice, but I don't like her anyway.

Littus (blonde woman) has the most drastic design change with what I can see from the poster. Her hair was changed slightly but that's about it!!

NOTE: images are low quality because I took them straight from the wiki

[komajordan]

Media I’ve Experienced in 2024 (March)

Puella Magi Madoka Magica:Rebellion (8/10)-Big Cake Round Cake Right in Front of Me!

The Little Mermaid 2023 (6/10)-The singing was good besides that wack Awkwafina rap

Craig Before The Creek (8/10)-While I liked Craig of the Creek, I wouldn’t call myself a fan but this prequel was pretty fun into was the main characters were like before

Madame Web (0/10)-No reason to watch, awful effects, bland characters, boring story

Megaman X5 (7/10)-Honestly, the story was kind of stale but the gameplay was still top notch

Peacemaker (9/10)-After playing him in Mortal 1 Kombat, I loved this show. Fun characters, funny dialogue, and some pretty good fights

Megaman X6 (5/10)-Guilty pleasure, while a lot of it was annoyingly hard, I liked the virus stuff and the story

Avenue Q (9/10)-Pretty emotional musical about adulthood despite being played by muppets

Kung Fu Panda 4 (6/10)-Waaay too safe, the villain was intimidating until being defeated in 3 hits

Secrets of the Furious Five (8/10)-Pretty neat special, I liked the Furious Five from their movie screentime and the show and this helped fleshed them out

The Button of Doom (6/10)-While not as good as the movie. This is something Megamind 2 wishes it could be

South Park (8/10)-After 26 Seasons, this show is still pretty good. It has moments that make me laugh while still being shocking and there are characters I find likable to watch like Butters and Kenny

Final Fantasy VII Rebirth (10/10)-Takes my favorite disk of FFVII and expands hard on it. Traversal feels freeing, the locations feel more full, and the story takes some wild turns.

Smiling Friends Season 1 (8/10)-This shows that adult cartoons don’t have to be about nihilism and can be about hope and enjoying life.

Seth MacFarlane’s Cavalcade of Cartoon Comedy (3/10)-While I find Seth MacFarlane funny this didn’t do it for me. The comedy while having decent setups, is ultimately too lazy to make it funny

Megaman X7 (4/10)-Gameplay was repetitive, the voice acting was bad but hey still liked it more than X3

Megaman X8 (8/10)-The gameplay is pretty fun this time, and Lumine is a pretty good villain if they expanded her more

Megaman X:The Day of Sigma (5/10)-The animation is good don’t get me wrong but the pacing couldn’t keep me engaged

Saw (7/10)-Pretty good story about someone who wants to help people realize they want to live by putting them in death traps

Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest Manga (Currently 8/10)-My favorite anime is Fairy Tail and this sequel expands pretty well, the Dragon Gods concept is interesting, the characters are still as they were which is how I like them, and the art during fights are really well detailed

Hello Kitty Super Style (9/10)-I love Supercute Adventures and this show honestly feels like if we got a full 11 minute show.

Mortal Kombat 1995 (8/10)-Fun action and characters. Effects didn’t age the best

Grave of The Fireflies (9/10)-Really emotional movie about those suffering during war

Persona 3 Reload (10/10)-The best gameplay and presentation Persona has ever been.

Godzilla:King of Monsters (9/10)-Really cool action and monsters

King Kong:Skull Island (8/10)-Pretty good story and action

Godzilla 2014 (5/10)-Probably spoiled by how good future Monsterverse but the spectacle was kind of forgettable

Godzilla vs Kong (10/10)-Yup still as fun as I remember it

Hunter X Hunter 2011 (9/10)-As much as I want to strangle Gon the rest of the series is pretty fire

Kaguya Sama Love is War!:The First Kiss That Never Ends (9/10)-Pretty funny and emotional movie

Komi Can’t Communicate (9/10)-Fluttershy as an anime girl

My Senpai Is Annoying (8/10)-I came in wanting Kurobe, left loving Futaba and Takeda

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon:Explorers of Sky-Beyond Time and Darkness (5/10)-The dub is too goofy

OFF The RPG (Opinion Has Changed as of September) (8/10)-Originally I found the fights boring and the fact I was softlocked made it lower. That was a mistake. The story is really haunting and dark, the fights are really basic but not bad, and the locations have an eerie feeling to them

One Piece Film Z (10/10)-Z is a really intimidating villain and the action is pretty good

My Little Pony:The Manga (7/10)-Cute artwork, I wish the stories were better

[donkeytonk]

[Once again I've been inspired by an obscure Québécois folk song. I'll put the song title at the end.]

The Betrothal

The princess frowned at the portrait miniature in her hand. Its subject painted on luminous vellum was a handsome enough young man, but that was not the problem.

“What if he thought I was ugly?”

Her minister laughed. “There’s not much chance of that, Highness. He’s seen your portrait.”

“We could have another portrait made and sent to him! An ugly one.”

“You forget, dear. His ambassador has already met you. She will have gone home full of praise for your beauty and charm.”

Silena stared across the garden, frowning and thinking. “What if I was already married? Secretly married and then, surprise! I can’t marry you, Prince Eirich, so sorry.”

Lord Michault smiled and shook his head again. “Not possible, dear Highness. What groom would marry you in secret?”

“How about you?” she asked with a grin.

He laughed. “I would be glad to serve you in any other way, but alas, I already have a wife and five children, and I humbly beg that you won’t behead us for it.”

“No, I don’t like headless ladies in waiting,” she sighed, looking back at her friends who were following their walk, “And my sister wouldn’t like a headless nurse. Too messy. What if I did something wicked, something so bad that it would cause a scandal?”

Michault raised his hands helplessly, but he knew her well enough to understand that she wanted a sincere answer. “If you committed some grievously immoral act, the prince would likely cover it up and silence your detractors. He means to marry you and will not be turned. His father and the king your father have agreed.”

“And what if my father dies before then?”

“That’s not likely, my dear! The doctors say he could live a year or more.”

“But what if he does die? What then?”

He continued patiently. “The marriage will happen anyway. The agreement is made, it’s done. In all sincerity, Lena, the prince of Nordaigue is a good match. He’s a wealthy man and you’ll want for nothing. He will be king someday, like your father here in Sudence, and you will be queen like your dear mother was, only in a larger and wealthier kingdom. Your father believes this union will strengthen the bond between the two kingdoms.”

He spoke kindly, earnestly, but she had known him too long to be deceived by his careful wording. “My father believes it, but you don’t.”

“I never said that.”

“I don’t either,” she continued as if he had not spoken. “I feel like it would weaken Sudence. My mother is dead, my brother is dead, and I’d be sent out of the country, leaving Mettie and my sick, weak, old father. Eirich doesn’t want me, he wants the whole country.”

Michault could only respond with a noncommittal shrug. He had long been her tutor in the art of statesmanship, and she had learned her lessons well.

“And, Nordaigue is at war in the east.”

“Correct, Highness.”

“And it’s not our war. It’s not our treacherous mountain frontier. But he’ll take our men and women to fight. He’ll send our people to die instead of his own.”

“They will all be your people if the kingdoms join,” he said, but it was a weak attempt and she shook her head.

“You know that would never really be true. He wouldn’t care about our people. My people. My brother Pellot went to war and died, but that was his choice as a prince. Our farmers and herders and weavers shouldn’t be forced to go and fight in a strange land just because of my marriage.”

A shriek across the garden interrupted their conversation. A little girl was chasing a hound and trying to ride it like a horse. “And Mettie? Who would she end up marrying?”

“Princess Metra’s marriage is many years away, and it may depend on the results of the war. It’s too soon for your father to make a match for her, too uncertain.”

“I wish she could marry one of your boys, instead of some foreign prince.”

Michault smiled. “We’re not of royal blood, Highness. But she will always have a home with our family, as will you.”

She returned his smile and handed him the gold cased portrait. “Sell this and buy something nice for the girls. Or scrape it off and paint Lady Anne instead. I’m not marrying him.”

“Princess – “

“I’m not.”

***

The princess sent everyone away from her father’s chamber so she could speak with him privately. He lay in his bed weak and coughing, but she helped him to sit up comfortably.

“Father, I’ve come to ask you once again, won’t you reconsider Prince Eirich?”

“What about him?” he grumbled.

“You know what about him. Must I marry him? Is there nothing that will change your mind, even with the threat of war that would harm our own people?”

The king frowned at his daughter. “We’ve talked about this already, Silena. The prince is wealthy. His father’s kingdom is wealthy. To attach us to that sort of fortune has always been your purpose. Your sister’s too. She’ll marry someone who benefits this kingdom.”

“Fortune benefits the family, but not the kingdom.”

“What? Don’t be a fool, girl. I thought that Michault was teaching you things. A kingdom needs a king, and it needs money. Money to pay for protection of the kingdom and its people. Money is power and strength, foolish child.”

Silena frowned. “I’m not foolish or a child, father. And I’m your heir to the throne now. Pellot is gone. It’s just me and Metra. We can be queen and princess in our own right. We don’t need to marry foreign princes. I want to stay here and be queen of Sudence some day. Some day many, many years in the future, of course.”

“When Prince Eirich becomes king, he will unite the kingdoms. You’ll be queen of twice the land!”

“I don’t want that. I don’t want his country or his wars killing our people. I don’t want Nordaigue. I just want Sudence.”

“A princess doesn’t get to choose her life,” the king retorted, then was overtaken by a fit of coughing. Silena poured a cup of wine for him and helped him to drink from it.

“You should rest, father. Shall I sing you a song? I’ve been practicing a new one that I wrote for you.” She took up her lute and sat in a chair by his bedside, singing and playing until he fell asleep.

***

The next morning, she was studying maps with Michault when one of the lords of the royal chamber brought her the news with her father’s ring: the king was dead.

“Then I am Queen.” She spoke it as fact, but looked to her minister for assurance.

“Yes, your Majesty,” Michault answered with a bow.

“Very well. Thank you, Lord Pursell, you may go. My Lord Michault?”

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

“You may still call me Lena, and we have things to do. I want to make it certain, first, that my sister is my heir.”

“Your Majesty – Lena, don’t worry about that. She’s the natural successor for the throne until you marry and have children. But are you all right, now? Your father’s just died.”

“The king died, yes. But you know you’ve always been more a father to me than he ever was. He was my king, and God rest his soul. Now listen, I’ve held possession of the Duchy of Elles ever since the crown prince died. I want you to have it.”

“Your Highness!” Such was his surprise that he forgot her new address. “I don’t know what to say. I’m grateful, but you should wait for these decisions, after you’re married – “

“I’m not getting married, not any time soon. The Duchy is mine and I’m giving it to you. I’m Queen now, and I don’t need to be a duchess too. I can give it as I please.” She took his hand in her own and looked up at him with touching sincerity. “It will be yours and your heirs’ forever. It will elevate Lise and Mara too.” She looked back at where her young ladies in waiting were standing, both trying to pretend not to eavesdrop on everything their new queen said to their father. They smiled and gave her a gracious curtsy. “Here, Magda, bring the red folio, an ink and quill. Lise, go and get Princess Metra. We will sign the grants and testaments immediately.”

Michault stared in confusion as the parchment documents were brought out. “You had these prepared? Already?”

“Yes. I wanted to be safe.”

“Safe?”

“In case anything might happen to my father. And who knows if this illness plagues my family? If I die too, Metra must be protected. I am making you her guardian and advisor, second only to me.”

“Princess! Forgive me – your Majesty, my Queen! Surely there’s no need to hurry. Shouldn’t you have other advisors here now? Your uncles in Ledannes – “

She shook her head. “They don’t know me. They don’t know Mettie and they barely know Sudence. There is no one I trust more than you, Your Grace, Lord Jean Michault, Duke of Elles. Will you sign? Will you guide her and teach her as you did me?”

Her minister took the quill that she handed him. He was stunned, but he nodded and signed both documents. Lady Magda signed as witness. There was no royal seal for the new queen yet, but Silena used her father’s ring on the wax. A sleepy Princess Metra joined them, followed by her nurse Lady Anne, Michault’s wife, and together they explained what was happening.

“And the funeral, the coronation, and the wedding,” Michault said. “There will be much else to plan besides matters of state. There’s no rush for you to make other decisions.”

“Do not plan my wedding.”

“Your Majesty, it was a binding agreement. A treaty between nations signed by both kings.”

“Do not plan a wedding! I’m not getting married to Prince Eirich.”

“Lena, it could cause a war to break such a treaty.”

“It won’t.”

“How can you be so certain?”

“Because,” she answered steadily, “he can’t afford to fight two wars. He can barely afford to fight one. And besides, I’m going to make him give up his claim.”

“How?”

“By dying.”

“What?”

Silena laughed. “I’m joking! Don’t look so worried, dear Michault. But listen; if I do die, by sudden illness perhaps, Mettie must not be married until at least seventeen, and she must be allowed to choose, though with guidance. That’s laid out in the guardianship, understand?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“I still wouldn’t mind if it was Essel or Dany. Their papa’s a duke now.”

Michault at last was able to smile. “Still not of royal blood, though.”

“But noble blood of Sudence. That’s better than any foreign royalty. And now, Your Grace, I would speak with you alone. Ladies, leave us.”

Silena hugged and kissed her sister and sent her off to breakfast.

***

But she was wrong about Nordaigue’s capacity for war. Within days, the king sent Eirich his son to deliver the ultimatum in person. If Silena did not consent to marriage and return to Nordaigue with the Crown Prince (and his armed escort), they would take her by force, with her crown and her country. Her people would become embroiled in war either against Nordaigue or joined with it at the eastern frontier.

Before her throne and all of her royal court, Prince Eirich knelt and offered her his hand. His soldiers of course had not been admitted, and they were not enough to withstand an army, but he had an invasion force ready at the border.

“You intend to kidnap me?” She stared down at him with undisguised disdain.

“Not at all, Your Majesty,” he answered, looking up with a smile. “I wish to marry you, to hasten the fulfilment of the royal treaty between our two great kingdoms.”

The Queen stood and gestured impatiently for him to rise. “I wish there to be as little bloodshed as possible on the side of my people or yours. Prince Eirich, go home.”

The prince smiled ruefully. “Your Majesty, I cannot. Not without my betrothed bride at my side.”

“You are at my mercy in this court. Don’t you know that I could have you killed at once?”

He inclined his head. “I know that, of course. But I trust Your Majesty’s wisdom to know that such an action would only lead to more bloodshed that you wish to avoid. It’s my father’s wish that our kingdoms join hands, and I have younger brothers whom you might marry just as well as me. We children of kings must do as we are told, for the good of our people.”

She looked over at Lord Michault, and though she lost nothing of her queenly demeanour, she was suddenly his young pupil once again. Her advisor’s face was anguished, and it took all of his resolve to give her a nod.

“Not I, I’m afraid,” she said to the prince, “For I killed my father to save my country from this marriage. And for that crime, the law requires my arrest and death. Guards!”

Her personal guards came to her at once, but they did not know what they were meant to do. With their weapons drawn, they surrounded her as if to protect her. The court was in upheaval, and the prince stood there gaping, until at last he exclaimed, “But Your Majesty, please! You are Queen now. You make the laws. You can change them.”

“I am queen, but I am bound by the laws of this country.” She removed her crown and handed it to Michault. “Metra shall be queen and the Duke of Elles is her regent. Captain, I am to be escorted to my chambers and confined there as prisoner. See that the prince and his men return to Nordaigue at once, safely with all due courtesy. Goodbye, Prince Eirich. You may try to court my sister in eleven years, if you still live, though I doubt she’ll have you. There is no crown for you to wed until that time.”

***

Her day of execution was the first time that Silena was able to greet her people. Word had spread of the young queen’s reasons for killing the king: to avoid an impolitic marriage, to protect the kingdom from war and universal conscription, to prevent unification under a greedy monarch, plus the more elaborate horrors that spread as rumors do. When she stepped up on the gallows, bareheaded and her hair cut short, they cheered and waved their handkerchiefs as if it was her coronation. Many threw flowers, and someone handed her a wreath for her head. She stooped down to reach for it with a gracious smile, telling the giver “This is the sort of crown that I prefer.” She set the ringlet of flowers on her head, with Lady Magda helping her to adjust it. The crowd roared its approval, and Michault at her side had to wave for them to be quiet so she could address them.

“My dear people of Sudence, I thank you with all my heart for coming to meet me today.” A lump formed in her throat. She had not expected to become so emotional. She had forbidden her ladies in waiting from crying, but the crowd were under no such constraint. Seeing their earnest faces made it all the more difficult. “This is my first greeting to you, and my last farewell. I confess that I did commit the sin and crime of killing the king, my father, and so I deserve to die. But I have no regrets, only the wish that I could have stayed with you longer.” She smiled wistfully. “I would have liked to serve you as your queen. But I like more that you will live safe and free in peace.”

A man in the crowd yelled out in the silence, “I would go to war for you, my queen!” and dropped to his knees, his cap in his hand. Then another, “I’ll go to war and die for you!” and another, “Send me, Your Majesty!” “I’ll go and fight!” “We’ll protect you!” and another, and another.

She smiled through her tears. “Friends, please! Do not kneel. I thank you. My brother died in war, as you know, and I do not wish my grief on any other family. I would not lose a single one of you if I could help it. Do not die for me, but live for me! And for my sister. Please give your loyalty to my sister Metra. I was taught to serve you by a good man, the Duke of Elles who loves Sudence, and he will teach her the same, and guide her wisely until she comes of age to lead you on her own.” Metra was at her side holding her hand and Silena called out loudly, “Long live Queen Metra!” The crowd would have done anything for her at this point, and they echoed her cry thunderously. Then she leaned down to kiss her little sister and sent her away with Lady Anne. She wanted her last memory to be one of sweetness.

She turned now to the executioner, and to her surprise he had tears in his eyes. “Your Majesty,” he exclaimed, kneeling in front of her. “Is there no other way? Couldn’t you marry someone else? Anyone. Could you marry me, Your Majesty?”

She laughed, and so merry was her laugh that the crowd could not help echoing it.

“Why no, I’m afraid that would never do,” she told him, smiling and bidding him rise. “A queen to marry an executioner! Nordaigue would kill you straight away, and I your widow would be compelled to marry again. As long as I’m living, they will try to marry the crown of Sudence.”

She removed her crown of flowers and handed it to Lady Magda. She embraced her, embraced her beloved tutor Michault, and inclined her head to the crowed who bowed in return. Then she exhaled quickly.

“Executioner, do your duty. Do not pity me.”

_____

Inspired by "La Parricide," or "La Princesse Parricide et Le Bourreau"

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Risetober 2023: Day 1 - Stars

Stars: fixed luminous points in the night sky. Large, distant incandescent bodies that produce heat and light and an overwhelming gravitational pull, the likes of which very stellar systems form themselves around.

But, for tonight, the only role stars were performing was the entertainment of four turtle brothers.

The Hamato brothers heard about a meteor shower taking place during a battle against a villain, and spontaneously decided to take a trip after thwarting them.

The celestial event drew the brothers out of New York City, all of them exhilarated to view the spectacle.

They dressed in warm, autumn clothes and took their turtle tank upstate, and the further they drove, the more clear and apparent the stars became. Far from the hustle and bustle and noise and light pollution, they found a field.

Outlined by towering trees, the grass lay untainted by footsteps, and no one else was there to judge or gawk at the four turtle mutants.

The youngest two laid out a blanket they had carried from the tank, and all four took a seat. All four of them fixed their eyes on the sky, and, soon enough, a mural appeared before their eyes.

The lavender and navy ombre of the sky provided the canvas, the stars were lovingly flicked specks of paint across the surface, and the occasional spark of meteoroids that entered the atmosphere were a fiery yet elegant display.

Donnie found himself rambling absentmindedly about the constellations and stars he had only researched but never before seen in the smoggy skies of their city.

Typically, his brothers would have complained about the lecture, but all of them were too concerned with the flashing rainbow of colors unfolding above them.

Mikey’s eyes were attracted by each spark in the sky, and he wished upon every one that he had the time to. The wishes ranged from art supplies to unicorns to getting to have more moments like that one.

Leo stared fondly at the stunning presentation and thought back to some Jupiter Jim film he’d seen countless times, how it talked about those no longer with us watching from above, amongst the stars. Childish as it may be, he let himself wonder if maybe Karai was there or somewhere else, watching over him.

Raph, whose mind and forehead crease were constantly distraught and stressed over his family’s well being and his duties, allowed his mind to empty out. His tympanum filled with the soft chitter of creatures from beyond the fields, and his bright eyes filled only with the sky.

Most nights, the brothers patrolled or trained or lounged about, confined in their home in the sewers.

But, for tonight, they were able to lose themselves and their thoughts in the stars.

(Woo baby I had fun with this! I am so pumped for @sariphantom’s Risetober!)

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revisited this fic idea more than a year later. I'm still not committing to it, buuuut I kinda want to play around with choicescript and, well, I already have a sample CYOA text written from last year

I tweaked the code a bit so that the game looks a little more genshin-like. the pictures are just the banner versions of the namecards, which are available in the genshin fanwiki.

anyway. I don't think I explained the concept of the story in this blog yet! there are two main ideas:

you play as an unnamed wind wisp observer whose responsibility is to witness and preserve venti's story, just as venti preserves teyvat's history. from time to time, venti asks advice from the winds. but he loses "divinity" the more he gains "agency" so there's a greater chance he won't listen to the wind's advice if his divinity stat is low. the endings are tied to the divinity stat, since it determines if venti ends up as a bard, archon, or god

the other main idea is that venti summons the twins to teyvat when he makes a wish upon the stars. this is one of the first route selections. choosing "hero" means lumine is the traveler; choosing "savior" means she's the abyss princess. (I found out that choicescript has darkmode, so I enabled it if the player chooses the savior route)

going deeper into it, the divinity stat is somewhat misleading. I remember this talk about how games can be about the things you don't explicitly mechanize. this is somewhat similar. technically, what I wanted to really measure for the different routes and endings is a memory stat, since venti is really an archivist if you think about it. that's his main role so far in the game. he has perfect memory when his divinity stat is high, but his memory becomes "faulty" the more he loses divinity. so this is where the "god" and "bard" endings come in.

well, that's the initial idea. in truth, I simplified everything to one stat because I thought I would try this with AO3's limited way of making CYOA fics. I had a workskin set up and everything! you can see how the CYOA works in my sandbox fic. but obviously, I abandoned the idea since it's very high effort.

I'm trying out choicescript because someone mentioned the pilot script I wrote in the past for fun. I actually forgot that I shared it with them lol. anyway, we talked about writing and I mentioned to them that in the past, I was interested in learning how to write a CYOA game. and I guess from there, I remembered how much I played text games. I'm just exploring and trying it out.

I could have tried twine instead. but I feel that twine has too many bells and whistles that would distract me from actually writing. I have zero art skills too, so something minimalistic fits my skillset more, I think.

ANYWAYYY idk if I'll write this fic, but this definitely opened up some possibilities. but I'll have to rethink the mechanics because now I don't need to be tied down to just one stat. I have the power of javascript! I can do whatever I want now!!

also maybe it's just my meds are finally working because I cobbled this together in two nights. it's really not that hard to get into! but I also code for a living so that definitely helps.