#WRITTEN IN THE STARS | headcanons

[celestial-sword-dance]

Most of that day had faded into a blur, like the way a dream begins to slip through your fingers the longer your eyes are open. But Yanqing still remembered one thing with crystalline clarity.

That voice.

Sickly sweet in his ear, promising the knowledge a thousand masters, the path to victory. Images still floated across his mind, flashes of instances barely long enough to his brain to capture, of monsters and creatures slain in the blink of his eye on the way to Dragonprayer Terrace. The heliobus hadn’t lied to him, they had indeed taught him methods far more advanced than his own. Yet, he felt like such a fool for listening. He had known, somewhere deep down, that what he had been doing was wrong. Even his swords had picked up on it. Yanzhuo didn’t have a mind of its own, but was rather an extension of himself. Like the manifestation of his caution, it flew from his hand for help when he failed to control himself.

But. . . it hadn’t been seeking help from just anyone, had it? The four that had arrived to stop him couldn’t succeed on their own. No, they were not who he had wanted to see at all. He wanted to meet one specific person. Like a child eager to impress their parent, he had wished to outstretch his arms among the fleet of phantom swords, to say look at me. Look at what I’ve accomplished. Aren’t you proud of me?

Am I good enough?

And just like the stupid child he was, the General’s gaze only held a pitying shame for him. His actions had only brought humiliation, to himself and to his master, before two outworlders, a judge of the Ten-Lords Commission, and a fellow cloud knight no less!

Turning a sword on his own subordinate! Was he even worthy of its weight? How could he call himself a lieutenant after that? He had resisted the heliobus’ insistence, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t felt it. The fleeting thoughts, the memories of blood so strong he could practically smell it, if the General hadn’t stepped in, who knows what might have happened.

What he might have done.

[seelestia]

conclusion: aventurine likes being the only thing on your mind (to which he, in fact, is).

1.1k wc. established relationship, cringy fluff x10000 pls have mercy. petty & jealous aven says hi (ft. his beef w/ an inanimate object, help). a drabble hastily strewn together to celebrate my birthday on oct 13th! ‹3 as u can see, this silly guy is still in my head 🙏

aventurine likes to think that he is a man with sharp eyes. it makes perfect sense because if not, why else would he find sneakiness—or rather, attempts at it—to be so endearing?

all the more so, considering how you've been glancing at the display case behind him for a while now.

thrice, four times, five times. the way you try to catch more glimpses of it eventually grows from tentative to curious. he wonders if you caught on that he's been keeping track of this very top secret, very well-hidden agenda of yours – but as your eyes wander from his face for the nth time, he guesses not.

are the story he's recounting and the cup of sundae you're sharing with him not riveting enough? to have your attention be so easily stolen by whatever thing in whatever shop behind him. . . the mere thought is enough to form some kind of pull at the corners of his lips. it's insistent, it's going downward, and it's costing him some significant ounces of self-control not to pout.

(do you think the pendant is prettier to look at than him? hm, he's feeling neglected.)

but playing the fool is getting boring; finally, aventurine decides it's time to shed his veil of ignorance and lets his acknowledgement of your actions be known within the form of a jovial question.

“does it strike your fancy?” he asks, scooping a spoonful of melting sundae to his lips with a lack of enthusiasm. it tastes good—would taste better if he had your full attention and if you were the one feeding him—but alas, he digresses.

you blink, taken aback. no doubt it's at the fact you're caught red-handed. adorable, he thinks to himself. “it looks pretty,” you reply with a sheepish smile, the awe in your voice doing very little effort to conceal itself. so adorable, his mind chimes in again.

(aventurine still thinks there are better sights out there, though. like you in his eyes and him in yours, for example.)

he notices the vague hint of affection in your tone and suddenly, his interest is piqued to its limit. you rarely use that tone unless it's directed at him. when the frivolous merchant turns around to have a look for himself, his motions are oddly quick and swift – definitely not fueled by a sense of rivalry or anything of that sort. absolutely not.

in any case, he still takes in the sight of the accessory with professionalism. in the wide cosmos, aventurine has come across many of its kind that he either bought for his own collection at the cost of a pretty penny or won in a gamble at the cost of his life. your fascination with it is justified, he'd say, take it from the perspective of an avid collector.

a quaint design, smooth surface, intricate carvings, reasonable price (he doesn't mind the jaw-dropping amount of zeros), and from a make he's heard of before. . . but he'll stop at that because if he says more, he'd surely lose his appetite and the sundae still has a few more spoonfuls left.

(whatever, he's still feeling vengeful towards that thing.)

ironically, though, aventurine's eyes are the ones who wander this time as they flit from your profile to the display. back and forth, a few times in succession. you tilt your head in confusion – but all he requires is only several seconds of your time to accurately visualize the pendant adorning your features. luckily for him, your face is such a familiar sight in his memory that the vision forms itself quite effortlessly.

and when aventurine finally takes a moment to admire the finished image in his head, he smiles contentedly. who wouldn't, at the face of a beauty like yours?

“mhm,” he says dotingly, evidently satisfied at the conclusion he arrives at. “it'll look good on you.”

it's not difficult to predict what comes next when he starts reaching for the card in his pocket – or so, he thought as the sound of your laughter stops him dead. yes, you're laughing, so heartily to the point that your shoulders shake a little.

aventurine expects a demure shake of the head or a weary sigh as he eagerly offers to spend credits for you, yet again. it's common knowledge that he favors spoiling you with his riches: because he likes pretty things and he likes you, thus it's understandable why he likes you in pretty things. but this? he isn't expecting this.

of course, the sight of your expressing mirth at the silliest of things has always been kept framed in his mind but as happy as he is to see it, it still doesn't change the perplexed state he is left in. what, does he have sundae smeared on his face or something?

“thanks, but—” you giggle, a familiar melody that flows like silk to his ears. “i was thinking about how it'd suit you, silly.”

a moment of silence, just enough to let the realization sink in.

“. . .me?” the slight disbelief in aventurine's voice is unmistakable.

“yeah,” you nod with a hum, “the color really brings out your eyes.”

(and his pathetic heart skips a beat.)

oh, how a poor man's world could be flipped upside down with just a sentence. the said man dramatically places a hand over his face as if to shield himself from the light radiating off your very being. “how disappointing. i've fallen right into your trap,” he relents with a long sigh so exaggeratedly that you have to stifle a chuckle at his reaction.

he's smiling so widely, though, so is he truly disappointed? and to that, aventurine will confidently say: no, there is no reason to be disappointed when he has been the one occupying your thoughts all along.

(so, the bad blood with that pendant was for nothing, after all.)

“you're so mean to me sometimes,” he pouts, it's his right to do so after being tricked. “will you forgive me then?” you smile, then he melts just like that in the snap of a finger.

“i can never say no to that,” aventurine sighs in defeat, leaning in for a kiss to soothe his non-existent wounds. it's not like you want to say no to him either.

“wait—” you place a hand on his chest and he makes a questioning noise that sounds akin to a whiny huff. then, a gentle sensation as your thumb brushes against a certain spot on his cheek. “you got sundae on your face,” you chuckle, failing horribly at trying to hold in your laugh all over again.

darn it.

“c'mere—”

all kinds of self-restraint and public image be damned, aventurine immediately closes the distance without further delay – and when his lips meet yours, nothing else matters.

yes, not even the sundae that has melted into sugary soup by now.

[ ☆ THANK YOU FOR READING! © seelestia on tumblr, oct 2024. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, use for AI-related purposes or claim as your own. ]

[starry-bi-sky]

DPXDC CFAU Headcanon: Ghostspeak Edition

Ghosts in the Infinite Realms who saw Jason and Danny together called them "luzdra", a term in ghost speak that directly translates into the words "shared soul". It's literal definition is; "two ghosts with a bond so deep that it was as if they had split their souls in half and given one to the other", but in general it just means two ghosts with a profound, indescribable bond.

Luzdrus is the singular form of the word, and refers to only one ghost in the bond. While "luzdra" is plural and either refers to both of them together, or the relationship as a whole. It depends on the context of the conversation and who they're saying it to.

There is no romantic, platonic, or familial connotation behind the word. It just means "someone who shares a deep bond with someone" and can be between anyone.

It also does not mean soulmate, and if you say that you'll be corrected. Soulmates implies that their bond was destined by the universe, luzdra are two people who developed and built that bond themselves. It's a relationship forged between two (or more) people.

Some of Danny's rogues -- like Kitty and Johnny, who might've seen the two together and are possibly luzdra themselves -- still call him 'luzdrus' even after Jason's disappearance from the Zone. Danny doesn't know how to feel about it.

[deonysus]

i find it strange that it’s a huge headcanon in the fandom that lily and james ‘rushed’ into marriage just because james got lily pregnant like.. c’mon.

they both knew they wanted to get married before they even had sex, maybe two or three dates into their relationship. and it’s absolutely terrifying when you realise that the person you’re holding hands with really is the person you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with even though you’re only seventeen and being married isn’t something that has ever crossed your mind because there’s a war going on and you don’t know if you’re gonna even make it to twenty.

but yeah. yeahhh. that’s exactly what happened to james and lily potter. they found a soulmate, a life partner in one another, and they couldn’t wait to get married and do it all together; to share a vow and a future and a home, to live under one roof and be there for each other through it all, to become one and to grow together.

and they weren’t held back by the same struggles that usually hold back other pairs of lovers; they were financially stable, and they’d both completed their education and were in the same stages of their lives. nothing stood in their way. they were ready to get married the moment they’d left hogwarts.

so no, they didn’t rush. it wasn’t because of an unexpected baby or a war haunting them; they didn’t get married because they thought they were running out of time. they got married because they couldn’t wait to spend the rest of their lifetimes together.

(they had no idea they were running out of time.)

[theactualsunshinechild]

[boothillz]

steel limbs clank together, the sound akin to the clattering of metal spoons against ceramic cups as boothill shuffles along. he's carrying you in his arms, your own looped around his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder.

the night is dark and starry. the moon hangs high in the sky, a silver disk among the endless black, and the air is crisp and cold. the two of you had just returned from the shooting range and you were exhausted—having used nearly every ounce of energy you had trying to out shoot boothill. you'd failed, of course. his aim was impeccable and you had yet to best him in a single match, but it didn't stop you from trying again and again and again until the two of you finally called it quits.

you can hear the sounds of his joints creaking and the soft mechanical hum of his internal systems as you near your shared room. you’d have to remind him to oil them later—not that he would forget. the man was meticulous in the upkeep of his body, after all.

as boothill sets you down on the bed, you tug at the collar of his jacket, urging him on top of you, his harsh feeling body clunking against your soft one, a dull pain throbbing in your bones at the impact. it fades away quickly though, and you wrap your arms around him, relishing the warmth of his metal chest.

yes, boothill is quite cold. the temperature of his body could sometimes be chilling, his metal limbs frigid to the touch. and while most people wouldn't dream of being anywhere near him, much less touching him, but you find warmth in his company. and boothill found it in yours.

as you lie in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, boothill's voice sounds from deep within his chest, reverberating through the metal frame of his body.

"lil’ shooter," he says. "let's get you to sleep, alright? ‘s been a long fudgin’ day.”

you hum an affirmative and he chuckles, the sound vibrating against your skin, his breath fanning across your face as he presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips hot, pleasant.

"night, night, darlin’. aint no bed bugs gettin’ ya whilst im here so rest easy.”

[starrysnowdrop]

Hali/Themis “Themis Lives” AU Headcanons

Well, no one asked for this, but my brain just will not let me be, so you’re getting a brand new Hali ship!

That’s right, this will be Hali x Themis (Elidibus), and this will be a part of an AU where Hali gets rejected by Aymeric and doesn’t have a relationship with him. Instead, Hali falls in love with Themis, and he ultimately gets to live on and stay with Hali.

Here’s a full list of headcanons about how this AU will proceed, with as much details as I have thought of at the moment. I might flesh this out into a full ship timeline in the future if necessary, but for now I’ve tried to explain it as best as I can here.

Beware of spoilers, particularly ShB, EW, and Pandaemonium. If you haven’t completed the MSQ through EW patch 6.0 and all of Pandaemonium yet, then I highly suggest to come back here once you’ve caught up.

Without further ado, the headcanons will be below the cut!

* Instead of Hali’s Azem Urania being in an on and off again complicated relationship with Hermes, Urania instead falls in love and eventually marries Themis sometime before the Final Days.

* All other aspects of Urania’s life are the same besides her love life, and she is devastated when the Convocation sacrifices Themis to become Zodiark’s heart before she has a chance to find an alternative solution.

* Once Hali has her first encounter with Elidibus in post-ARR, she begins to have strange visions and dreams about a beautiful, white-haired man with stunning blue eyes that seem to have an otherworldly glow. She doesn’t understand it for a long time, but she grows to have feelings for this man of her dreams.

* Hali soon meets Aymeric and all events of the Hali/Aymeric development are the same up until Hali is about to leave Ishgard to help the Ala Mhigan Resistance in Gyr Abania.

* Instead of keeping her feelings to herself, Hali confesses her love to Aymeric, but he tells her that even though he feels the same way, he cannot be with her because of their respective duties. Hali doesn’t understand why they can’t just be long distance and then she would return to Ishgard when she could.

* They have an intense argument where Hali runs away from Aymeric heartbroken, but not before Aymeric insists on her keeping his gift that he gave her: the snowdrop hair ornament that Hali always wears in her hair.

* From 4.0-5.1, Hali struggles with trying to move on from Aymeric’s rejection while also continuing to have the strange dreams of the mystery man. Because Hali’s echo allows her to see into other’s pasts while also seeing into possible futures, she is confused and can’t figure out if she’s seeing visions of the past, visions of the future, or just having weird dreams.

* When Elidibus comes back into the picture in Ardbert’s body, Hali feels strangely drawn to Elidibus more than ever, but they both don’t remember their pasts and don’t remember Urania and Themis’ love for each other, so Elidibus is defeated and imprisoned in the Crystal Tower in 5.3 as is in canon.

* Patch 6.0 proceeds just as it does in canon, and Hali defeats the Endsinger, saves the star from the despair of the Final Days, and returns home in triumph.

* Hali’s life changes completely once she is contacted to investigate Pandaemonium. She goes back to Elpis and literally falls onto Themis, and it’s as close to love at first sight as it could get, as she immediately recognizes Themis as the mysterious man in her dreams. She also recognizes his voice as Elidibus’ voice, which gets confirmed later into the investigation.

* Themis tells Hali that she looks just like a shorter Azem, who is also the woman that he’s secretly in love with. Hali can’t help but wonder if this confirms her dreams about him and maybe he is meant to be the love of her life.

* As she spends time with Themis investigating Pandaemonium, Hali finds herself more and more in love with him, but she realizes that it can’t lead to anything because he belongs in his own time with her past self. Hali encourages Themis to confess his love to Azem, as she at least wants him to be happy with her past self.

* When Hali returns to the present, she finds herself heartbroken all over again, first time over Aymeric, this time over Themis. She does, however, resolve herself in knowing that she ultimately did the right thing.

* Everything suddenly gets complicated when Pandaemonium itself suddenly pops up in the aetherial sea of the present Source. Hali soon finds herself face to face with a resurrected Themis, whom Hali frees from the control of Athena, but she is inconsolable when she realizes that she is going to have to watch him die in front of her for a third time when he must return to the aetherial sea.

* Before his soul begins to dissipate and slowly return to the aetherial sea, Hali confesses her love to Themis, telling him that she realizes that she isn’t his Urania and could never be, but despite all of that, she still loves him and doesn’t want him to leave her.

* Themis tells her that most of his memories of his life together with Urania have faded, but he remembers Hali very clearly, and their time spent together in Pandaemonium, and he realizes now that yes, he always loved Urania, but he also loves Hali just as she is, and he always had missed her after she disappeared following the investigation of Pandaemonium.

* He apologizes to Hali for making her cry, but he cannot stop his soul from fading away, and he dissipates before Hali can reach him, telling her his love will always be with her.

* As Hali is sitting there crying, Themis reaches the aetherial sea, and he encounters Hades and Hythlodaeus. They tell him that Hali shouldn’t be left all alone without any of them, and with their encouragement along with the Azem crystal in Hali’s possession, she will have the power to bring Themis back for good, and they ask him if that’s what he wants. He nods and says yes, more than anything.

* Hali then hears whispers of Hades and Hythlodaeus telling her to use the Azem crystal to wish Themis back to her side, and then Themis does appear before her hale and whole.

* Themis and Hali are reunited, and Themis tells her that he wishes to stay with her until her mortal days are over and then they can return to aetherial sea together, to which Hali tells him that he’d better stay this time, and they both laugh.

* Themis moves into Hali’s house in the Empyreum, and they begin to build their lives together, as he goes with Hali on all of her adventures and is her lover and constant companion.

Well, that’s it for now. Thank you for taking the time to read this!! Please let me know if you have any comments, suggestions, and/or questions!

[angelismmm]

mmmm i can only think of hsr men dancing with me in masquerade ball a.u

twirling and dancing about and then w take a break and sip some wine ARGHH

╭╯ ❝ 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞? ❞ ✦

┊𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱﹕ an anonymous man asks you for your hand at a masquerade ball that your friend hosted. originally you never liked going to parties, hell why even attend a ball when you can take a rest at home?! but, you know, 1 ball isn't that bad.

╰ ꒱﹒ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞﹕ no warnings, just masquerade ball shenanigans :3

一 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬﹕ i've been pondering, and pondering, and pondering when to write on this account istg.. anyways im back and school was great?!?! also YES NEW LAYOUT WOOO

一 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧﹕ luocha, welt, blade x gn!reader (seperate)

luocha 一

he really knows his way around the dance floor, whether or not it's his first time, in his free time definitely learned how to dance! so graceful with it too. amazing hand placement 100%

he knows very well on where to step, on where to place his hands on you, makes sure you're comfortable with what he's doing as well!

genuinely loves to twirl you around when you dance with him, like he finds it so amazingly satisfying for some reason, so expect quite the smug smile whenever he does twirl you

as for his outfit, the classic all white suit decorated with gold on his jacket and tie. and doesn't wanna be so anonymous, but probably lets his hair in a low ponytail and a mask that only covers his green eyes. the mask is white and like gold on the very edge of the mask, ykwim?? like the brims of the mask are with yellow, gold, all that good stuff

will make sure you both have very often breaks, he knows how tiring dancing can get, whether your forehead is covered with your mask or not, by the end of the night, it'll be kissed <3

and for the matter that you both stop for wine, he controls his alcohol very well! considering he is a doctor, he knows the amount he can handle.

probably the type of guy to hug you from behind every chance he gets.

originally tells you, you should go with your friend who got an invite that mentions they could bring a plus one, just for him to end up going and steal you away to show everyone what a true star you are, and how bright you can really be.

a blonde-haired man, his hair was in a low ponytail, walked up to you. disguised with a beautiful mask, approaches you from behind, and whispers into your ear, "may i have this dance?"

welt 一

same as luocha, he knows how to dance, and to add onto that, he dances very well. probably the one who invited you to the ball with him, helped you decide on what you'd wear since he wanted, or atleast hinted he wanted to match with you

matching masks as well>>> it's a need to him!!

literal blushing mess as soon as he sees you wear what he suggested for you to wear to the ball, he's genuinely a blushing mess, like his legs lowkey tremble

i like to hc that he writes a ton too

so like he'd write about the moment you stepped out of your room

he's giddy about the idea

literally in love with you all over again

would definitely have you in his arms, as in his arms around your waist, his head on your shoulder hugging you from behind, while it's just the two of you out in the balcony of the place where the ball was held ahh <3

literally just wants to show you off to everyone.. nicely. like he'll sway you all around the dance floor and everyone else attending the ball is watching how graceful you both are, and he's just smirking, all smug n shit behind his mask.

easily calms himself down, and knows the way to truly embrace you and your beauty as you glide on the dance floor, would probably carry you by the end of the dance, and kiss you on the nose, and lastly hug you close.

himeko took pictures of that exact moment, nonstop teasing from her as well.

blade 一

lowkey shy, but confident at the same time, acts like he doesn't know who you are, but at the same time, he knows what colors fit you, and colors you prefer on your clothing

if you took his suggestion on what to where to the ball when you asked him, will lowkey blush too一 really subtle, but since his mask would only cover his eyes, you could see a subtle blush on his face. you might not see it, but its there.

of course, kafka probably helped hum pick stuff out for his outfit, even though he knows what he clearly would like on his suit. probably waa flashier than expected because kafka is so cool

recognizes you instantly, but like i said, he'll act like he doesn't know, just asking a random person onto the dance floor, very well aware that he's dancing with you.

so i headcannon him to be a man with spectacular taste in fashion, knows exactly what fits a person, probably only the closest of his friends or loved ones knows this.

fast forward to the next day; you are talking to your close friend, blade, about going to a ginarmous masquerade ball last night, he'd just nod and be an active listener to your story, amazing listener to all your stories actually.

while you ramble about the man you danced with at the ball, saying how well he swayed along the smooth, and shiny tiles of the ground, and probably was the best dancer in the room. to your shock, he mentions he attended the ball as well as his business genius friend; Kafka's assistant, to follow along with her.

kind of just is flushed while you find out he was the one you danced with. will slightly hesitate if you ask him to teach you to dance like him, but will dance with you either way.

10/10, would dance with again fr

一 took me 1 month to write again, lmao

[robbie-lee-zombie]

mini ficlet I got inspired to do ( @fluffymary )

When the gang of smiling critters have a sleepover, you better believe they go big or go home.

Kickin was the first to pass out after the movie, hanging halfway off the couch at the start, but eventually slumped to the floor at an odd angle and still hadn't stirred. Crafty and Bearhug aren't far behind as they both yawn, drifting off on the far left of the couch, holding onto one another. Hoppy, Bubba and Piggy were huddled in their own pile on the other end, looking uncomfortable to anyone else but snoring all the while.

What about our final two?

One of our sweet little friends was having a horrible dream. Horrible enough to leave him panting when he awoke, checking around the living room frantically for any monsters that might still be lurking in the dark. Dogday knew he was being silly, but it still got to him, he just knew something was coming for him! Something waiting to come out and grab him, something to steal him away and no one would ever find him again-

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Look at me. Just keep your eyes on me, okay, pup?"

One, a night owl, someone who sleeps in the day because he guards the night. He protects his family, his friends, while they're vulnerable, so they have nothing to fear. Right now, his closest friend - his partner - had something to fear. Catnap couldn't have that.

"I couldn't run away- it hurt so much, Catnap-"

"Shh, shshh I know sunspot, you don't have to explain. I'm here. You're safe here."

A few beats of silence pass. Then, Catnap got an idea.

"I got it." Catnap lifts Dogday's chin to look him in the eyes more clearly. Smiling, sweetly, he whispers. "You want to hear a lullaby?"

Immediately Dogday's face starts to feel hot and he's pulling on his right ear, twirling and picking at the fur in a nervous fidget. His tail starts thumping behind him. "You- What if- You don't have to, I'll be-" Dogday whines a little. Embarrassed. Excited. Eager.

"Let me try that again."

Dogday's sputtering was immediately halted by Catnap's purring. He could feel it in his touch, in his paws any time he held Dogday's cheeks in his hands, it was a soft rumbling under the skin. It was soothing. "May I sing you a lullaby, sweet pup?"

Dogday willed his tail to stop wagging for a moment to respond seriously. He nodded. "Yes. Please."

Their positions are shifted to have Dogday leaning on Catnap's chest, slouching comfortably in case he were to fall asleep sooner than anticipated, which Cat had already dubbed in his mind would be no time at all. Dogday's tail wags without his permission, but neither of them mention it.

Catnap's claws make quick work of Dogday's ears, scratching at the base. Enough to tickle, enough to squirm and smile so wide Dogday's cheeks start to hurt, but not enough to laugh. Meanwhile, Catnap's tail traces along each of Dogday's toes that are tucked under the blankets. "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star~"

Dogday knew what lullaby this was. It's kept between them purely for Dogday's dignity and from dying of embarrassment. Not because they'd tickle the life out of him.

"How I wonder what you are~"

But because of how well it works. Plus, Catnap isn't the first one to go around bragging about his own singing voice as it is, he'd never hear the end of it.

"Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky~"

"Wahahait!!"

"Dogday, you made me mess up the song, now I'll have to start over..."

"No! Nonononohoho don't stahahart over, please-" "Well, maybe I won't have to start over... If you can tell me where my tail left off?"

"Y-Your tahahail?"

"Yes, giggle pup, I need to know where my tail was on the last verse, so I can pick up where it left off. I can't recall..."

As Catnap whispers aloud, his tail sweeps up and down Dogday's soles. Dogday throws his head side to side, trying his best to keep his giggling to a minimum, but the faster that appendage swipes, the more restless Dogday gets.

"Was it along your soles, those bright suns on your feet? While we said "Up above the world" or was it-" His tail switches to sliding between his toes. "Between your poor little toes, as we said "Like a diamond in the sky"?"

Catnap knows this. Catnap loves this.

Dogday could hardly pay attention as Catnap's tail was sawing between his toes. Before he was even aware of his own actions, Dogday was squeezing one of Catnap's hands in his own, bracing himself on whatever willpower he had to not fight Catnap's attack. The other hand was frantic, pawing at the ground, his own torso in a self hug, hiding his face, he couldn't decide what made it better worse.

"Dihihiamond!! You were on diamohohohond!!!"

"Ah, that's right! Thank you so much, my little tickle pup, I knew I could count on you~"

As much as the lullaby felt like it droned on for hours, it really was helping. It was quiet enough between the two of them that this moment never had to be seen by anyone else, it was a special time that let them hold onto one another, to laugh away the nightmares. Catnap's song was eventually interjected with his red smoke - with Dogday's consent being the agreement to the lullaby in the first place, they established that ages ago.

That's what really knocks Dogday out, but Catnap likes to wait as long as he can to use it, just to savor in Dogday's bright smile and pink face just a little while longer.

"A pretty orange and pink sunrise, just for me alone."

As the sun rises in the windows through the curtains, Catnap finally falls asleep.

[iwriteasfotini]

Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

-William Shakespeare Julius Caesar, Act II, scene 2, lines 34-35

Sirius - 

the brother, the protector, the prankster, the friend, the betrayer, the dog, the alpha, the lover, the soulmate, the best man, the godfather, the prisoner, the fugitive

Severus - 

the friend, the inventor, the soulmate, the strategist, the betrayer, the potioneer, the lover, the death eater, the spy, the broken, the protector, the tired

James - 

the son, the prankster, the friend, the chaser, the optimist, the boyfriend, the stag, the lover, the soulmate, the rock, the light, the broken, the father

Regulus - 

the brother, the protector, the friend, the potioneer, the powerful, the seeker, the boyfriend, the lover, the soulmate, the soldier, the death eater, the canary, the brave

Remus - 

the wolf, the son, the friend, the betrayed, the heartbroken, the powerful, the lover, the mate, the soulmate, the soldier, the abandoned, the lost, the found, the partner, the father

Lily - 

the sister, the friend, the witch, the Gryffindor, the powerful, the advocate, the athlete, the soulmate, the potioneer, the lover, the light, the dark, the soldier, the mother, the only one he ever feared

Barty -

the son, the lost boy, the disappointment, the caretaker, the Slytherin, the ashamed, the desperate, the tag along, the beater, the boyfriend, the friend, the lover, the protected, the targeted, the broken, the villain, the lost soul

Our Love is Written in the Stars

[ct-hardcase]

I was originally going to put my thoughts on where I'm at with Avar and Elzar's relationship right now, but it was getting very long for a tag rant, so here we go.

Before I get into what I get into, I do want to say there was a moment in Tempest Breaker where Avar said some very harsh words to Keeve (which were imo unwarranted and hypocritical), then in a later scene, Avar clarifies that she and Elzar talked it over, he helped her realized her comments were unwarranted and hypocritical, and she apologized to Keeve. This moment of the two actively making the others better helped boost what Temptation was trying to go for imo, and I did enjoy that, and it makes the dynamic feel very solid and lived-in, as opposed to the honeymoon phase of a romance.

That being said, though they do make each other better, there's a disparity in the support systems outside each other, with Elzar maintaining friendships with Lina, Bell, Burryaga, among a few others I'm forgetting.

Conversely, due to Avar's jaunt in the Occlusion Zone, she's grown apart from most of the people she'd maintained friendship with in Phase I, or they died on Starlight Beacon. It's not like she doesn't have friends, but her story hasn't focused on them (aside from Rhil and Belin), and mostly stayed in the scope of her endeavors with Elzar until her recent mission in Tempest Breaker (which also included Elzar whenever she wasn't in the OZ itself).

To a degree, I think there is some underlying sexism in how their writing played out in this phase. It's a neat character arc that Elzar starts the initiative as a relatively shut-in introvert reticent to work with other people, and is ending it spread almost too thin between working with the Chancellor, Council, the OZ border efforts, and attempts to breach/communicate with the OZ. However, contrasting this against Avar, where she spends most of her year in the OZ alone (thinking of how to get back to Elzar), albeit saving people and becoming a beacon of hope, and then upon her return, is catapulted into a story about their romance before finally getting a story primarily involving others in Tempest Breaker 2/3 of the way into the Phase puts a bad taste in my mouth (not to mention, Elzar is allowed to be in other stories than the main adult novels. Due to the insularity of the stories in this Phase, Avar doesn't get nearly as much of that).

However, though my thoughts that this is a somewhat sexist direction still hold (especially given the feminization of Avar/masculization of Elzar taking place in their designs throughout, which is a whole other post), the fact that Avar's isolation is consistent across George Mann, Tessa Gratton, and Cavan Scott makes me wonder if this is also a character trait that may be relevant to the plot of Trials of the Jedi toward the end of the phase. This is evidenced by Avar's Nameless-induced vision of losing Elzar clocking in at one of her worst fears, and the fact that their romance has been going a bit too perfectly for me to think it won't be tested in the final novel. I will go fully cards on the table and say that Avar is my favorite between the two and I want her to be okay/would appreciate having more stories where she gets to be separate from Elzar if that's possible going forward, but in terms of "who will spiral the most when they lose the other", I feel like she's the clear contender if she keeps putting her non-Elzar peers at an arm's length.

[celestial-sword-dance]

Multimuse Honkai Star Rail Ask/RP Blog

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[what-bot]

Because the ISOs came out of the Grid’s ocean I think they should have fish-people traits. Webbed hands and feet, water vents, skin always slightly damp. And their circuits should pulsate in rhythm with the tide (this stops after the sea gets poisoned). Plus I think their circuitry should incorporate patterns found in nature

[maulfucker]

I saw you had a post where you thought abt Dathomirian culture and I was wondering if you had any thoughts on how specifically Dathomirian queer culture manifests. I'd like to come up with things myself but I don't actually know a lot in general abt Dathomir yet, so I want other opinions. I've got two ideas tho

-Dathomirian queer ppl call each other "family" like some queer ppl did in our world

-Trans men might like earn their horns thru hunting and using animal bones and stuff as their horns? Idk like I said I don't know much

Good question! I haven't actually thought that much about queer culture in Dathomir despite having a gay nightbrother oc,,

I think the calling each other family thing probably wouldn't work very well since they already treat their clan as family and call each other brother and sister even without blood relation, but I love the idea of trans nightbrothers earning their horns! Dathomirians as a whole seem to be pretty open to body modifications, with tattoos being so natural in their culture, so hunting animals to use their bones or teeth or something to produce "prosthetic" horns sounds very fitting. It could be a whole thing for both trans and cis nightbrothers, using the extra horns as a way to show off their strength. plus it opens up the possibility of nightbrothers implanting horns in whimsical shapes such as smiley faces, stars or penises

I think as a people composed of multiple isolated communities, there's probably not a uniform queer culture across the planet. But also as people who tend to live in single-sex communities they are likely far more queer on average than what we see in the rest of the galaxy, like how cowboys were famously queer. They supposedly spend most of their lives around the same gender, so it wouldn't be unusual for that to be the gender they express attraction to more often. Though, much like how cowboys have been "reinterpreted" as a symbol of straight white masculinity, there's probably also a popular misconstruction of their culture as extremely straight, and/or extremely celibate. The "Nightsisters rule over Nightbrothers" reading of their culture is very obviously meant to show them as a reverse-sexist society, making the nightsisters a sort of "girl power" icon — they are strong independent women who can pick any man they want (implying that they do want men), which is like saying cowboys are strong fearless men who woo every damsel that crosses their path. which. sure, cowboys did have sex with women. sure, nightsisters do have sex with men. but more often than not they will be around other nightsisters, so they will more often than not have relationships with women (even if they're not really gay).

but I am not usamerican and my brain has the consistency of molten ice cream, so my knowledge of american cowboy culture is. basically just that. (the brazilian cowboy culture is quite different, especially considering there's like three distinct cowboy "sub"cultures, each with their different history, territory, and associations) So that's as far as I can take the cowboy comparison, but cowboys can be a pretty good source of inspiration I think. maybe look into that?

A quick look into medieval monasteries (another famously gender-segregated culture) says they were also pretty gay. And that the sexual persecution that is so commonplace in christianity today was not really a thing yet back then, which is also something to consider when trying to conceive the queer culture of a people who have nothing to do with our modern (overwhelmingly christian) society — do they have a reason to reject queer people and relationships, or are we just projecting our own worldviews and experiences onto a people who have none of the sociohistorical context that shaped our experiences?

I think homosexual/romantic and even polyamorous relationships would be pretty normalized, since there's not really any reason to only accept hetero relationships if they rarely ever live in mixed-sex communities. That said, there's probably still some expectation of heterosexual activity, in the form of the Selection and its implied procreation purposes. Dathomir is a very isolationist world, so to keep their population stable they need to procreate, even if it "goes against" an individual's sexuality. And this is where I think polyamorous relationships have reason to be encouraged: if a nightsister or nightbrother who already has a partner takes part in a Selection, why not bring their partner(s) into the relationship as well and increase the likelihood of producing offsprings?

As for the gender side of queerness.... well that's probably A Lot more complicated than I have time to discuss here. The gender binary seems pretty enforced in their culture from what little we see, and their sexual dimorphism probably makes trans and/or intersex people stand out A Lot more

I've mentioned this before, but I headcanon that the skin color difference is not a sex-chromosome-bound characteristic, but instead a sex-hormone-related expression of pigmentation, like in some birds such as peacocks. Both males and females are shown to have a range of skin tones, but in females it manifests as grayscale while in males it manifests as a color scale from red to yellow. So intersex people might have colors that are in-between, or that don't "match" their apparent sex, and trans people who undergo their equivalent of hrt might slowly change skin colors over time.

As for how nonbinary people work.... well as someone who is from a latin american country and speaks a romance language, I would like to imagine their "nonbinary" is a lot like ours — there is no "neutral" gender, they simply play with their presentation to be between one and the other, leaning towards whichever one might be considered more "transgressive" at the moment.

I don't think trans people would be forced out of their clans for being a different gender than everyone else, but it's possible their role in the clan might change to something more "befitting" of their new gender I also think there's probably a lot more contact between different clans than just the Selection, so it's possible for people who decide to start over as a new gender to take one of these moments of contact as an opportunity to "visit" another clan and never come back.

..... aaand it's almost 2 am so I gotta hit post

[slipping-is-doing-things]

If you seen the poll I set up, this is the aftermath. I really can't not gush about my favorite characters and whatnot. Though, rather than just giving you one topic you're getting both with overlap! Four for the price of one of you will. If you're looking for what caused this post go look here!

Word count: 1,158

Trigger warnings: Not applicable, if there are any please let me know.

Fandom: Honkai star rail

Route ≗ backstory

Sampo had joined the mourning Actors rather young, decades before Aha would turn their gaze towards them and give them emulator status. Rather than joining the Fools he had been taken in by the actors during one routine stop to perform.

The then director found Sampo rummaging through their equipment, only to learn later on Sampo had stolen personal objects of value and a few masks. The director hadn't seen a teenager already walking the path of Elation without actively having a mask. The director would later on give Sampo an ultimatum, be turned in to the police or return what he had stolen and help clean up the mess he made. Sampo took the ladder.

It wasn't a complicated decision for either party in the end, the Mourning Actors welcomed Sampo into the group as an actor. The director and multiple actors of a course of three days saw the skill Sampo has and could better. While they didn't particularly like what he was using his skills for, the director wanted to see Sampo grow more than what this dying planet held. The rest was relative history, Sampo traveled with the group on their gondola. As his skills progressed and he showed interest they allowed him to perform, to wear one of these masks.

Towards his end of the time with the group he became the director, the previous stepping back due to age yet still helping. Only when Aha would look towards the group and make them emulators would Sampo leave. The original director took the role once more while Sampo left to truly learn more about Aha now that he was an emulator himself and IX.

To this day The Mourning Actors would welcome him, they know of him under different names; different faces but they'll always know him. The person behind the performances. The man who would cry with them in sorrow and effortlessly bring everyone together.

Route ≗ headcanons

The mourning Actors still have the mask he would use, it's one of the few in their possession that they won't use.

Sampo’s broken heart motif in my opinion comes from the Mourning Actors, while he holds no regrets over the path he has taken he still mourns like they do. Watching Jarilo-IV slowly die even with its preservation hurt him deeply, why else would he have helped the trailblazer’s? He doesn't wish to see it become a wasteland, watch those he genuinely cares about perish.

When Sampo is an active Emulator and is actively showing it has two different appearances. Comedy and tragedy which are shown by the snake and broken heart alongside his mask which can while being worn move to take either an expression of Elation or Melancholy. While taking on Melancholy he heavily plays into what the mourning Actors have become, while it might not be his true emotions deep down his acting can make everyone believe without any assistance from being an emulator.

If any of the mourning Actors shown up on Jarilo-IV Sampo would make himself as scarce as physically possible. He wouldn't be able to keep the act around those who he genuinely can call family. Though if they were to perform he would attend, it certainly would be a sorrow filled performance for him.

Route ≜ Backstory

Aha had seen many different kinds of dolls, puppet's and the like yet they never have seen a human one. One that can act without its puppeteer guiding them at all times. In truth Aha didn't think they would keep the human around, an once cute teenager with blue hair and vivid green eyes. Seeing the potential in their human puppet the joke just kept running and running until the puppet was more human than Aha ever intended. For many years Aha played with him, instigated truble on many different planets while watching what trouble the human could make on his own. A proper fool amongst the tavern. Created namelesly the teenager took roles flawlessly, performed with his whole heart and very soul to make such moving acts that brought both Elation and Melancholy it was only rightful that the human was quietly given the emulator status. He was already made by Aha, his body was built from the very start to take the tainted divinity.

The faint scar-like marks that curl around his wrists and ankles are flawless played off; a criminal is bound to have scars after all, even going as far to cover them with useful gloves. The very fact Sampo has been given an perfect replica— perhaps even the actual mask Aha themselves has in their collection while appearing places should have been an indicator to anyone with an lick of knowledge that Sampo Koski, the true nameless actor was nothing more and nothing less than an Elating actor. Perhaps IX is even aware of such facts and allows the actor to follow both paths from keeping Aha themselves away.

Route ≜ Headcanons

While Sampo is human in the traditional aspect, his very being down to his genetics make-up is a joke. He relates to no one, only his human form and blood is what gives him any ties to humanity as it's known. Something that Aha finds hilarious.

Sampo has a true love hate relationship with Aha and IX, the deeper the love the deeper the hate. His whole existence is a joke, a background actor who'll never get the sweeter lines or care from the audience. Nothing matters yet his own morals against hurting the helpless keep him from jumping in the same direction so many fools have.

While odd, Sampo has perfect circular scars around his wrists and ankles. If Aha for lack of better terms is forcing our darling criminal to do something the marks take on a golden hue.

The mask Sampo does have that is from Aha’s personal collection is genuine against what Sparkle or anyone else might say. The Mask itself can exist in two places at once with the gem itself being able to be rapidly swapped for a fake which unless one knows how to appease precious gemstones wouldn't notice.

When Sampo was younger he had a more positive relationship with Aha, being unaware of the reality he was facing at that time he was much more willing to fully follow through with stage directions. The older he has gone and the more he follows IX the less control Aha activity has over Sampo.

I don't care, this might as well go for Sampo regardless but he can pull flowers; particularly roses, from thin air. It's his calling card regardless of the performance. Much like Aha where you always hear the faint sound of bells and laughter you have roses and rose petals for Sampo if not the smell of fresh roses. Pretty boy likes his roses damnit and you'll never pry this from my hands even if I'm unable to express it.

[evershiftingmuse]

Unnecessary Headcanons;

The Toymaker is Q Jr trying to live up to his father but failing to understand when things can go too far.