#but alas ….. i must persevere

[gothcsz]

next chap of thoroughfare has me crying oh so tenderly

[ebitenpura]

me: maybe progressing msq and leveling will help me enjoy ffxiv again 🙂

me, getting dzemael darkhold as a healer with dps who stand in red and 1 commendation: I am Reconsidering ending my sub

[13oddbeetles]

Just got a mass rejection from fourteen (14!) Archeology jobs :(

[mistermrow]

holy shit school is kicking my butt 💔💔

[unriding]

❤︎ !

A gift for @unriding !!

"Even though he's busy."

Word count: 530

Evie woke up to a loud clatter in the kitchen, along with the smell of.. burning? Shooting up in bed, she threw the covers off, trying to blink the sleep from her eyes as she stumbled out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.

“What's burning..!?” Expecting to be talking to herself, with Moze usually gone before she wakes up, she halted when spotting him dropping a tray of blackened cookies onto the top of the stove with a frown, and suddenly turning to face his beautiful partner.

“..you weren't supposed to wake up yet..” Evie blinked, eyes flickering from the cookies to Moze.. was he pouting??

“What're you doing..?” she walked closer, finally out of that half-asleep, half-panicked awake stake. “Well.. I was..” he turned away, and she could see the very faint hint of pink on his cheeks.

“I was trying to surprise you.” He turned back, pressing his lips together. “Did you see the gift..?” Seeing the confusion and curiosity in her smile, Moze gestured vaguely towards the bedroom. “On your nightstand.”

“I didn't. I rushed when I smelled something burning.” her smile grew wider, and she glanced back at the bedroom door with curiosity, yet she only moved when Moze gently nudged her shoulder and walked with her into the room where a little purple box with a pink ribbon did indeed sit on the nightstand on her side of the bed.

Evie felt another gentle nudge on the center of her back, prompting her to sit down as Moze grabbed the pretty little present and held it out for her to take. “Merry Christmas.” His voice was a soft murmur as he pressed a kiss to her forehead while she untied the bow.

Pulling the lid of the box off, her face lit up in delighted surprise at the makeup that sat inside, thoughtfully set on some pretty tissue paper. “I saw you looking at them while we were out.”

Evie blinked up at him, a small laugh escaping her lips “that was like a month ago when I saw these.” Moze simply shrugged.

“Oh, let me give you my gift, then!” She hopped up, tugging on his hand to lead him out to the Christmas tree. Grabbing the gift underneath, she sat down with him on the couch, squishing up against his side and kissing his cheek. “Merry Christmas~”

His expression stayed the same, but his eyes softened as he looked at his lover and turned to look at the gift in his hands. Unwrapping the pretty Christmasy paper, he pulled out the leather gloves, almost like his current ones, but as he looked closer, he felt his chest warm at the pink thread sewn into the inside wrist ‘Love Evie’.

“..how much did these cost?” Obviously they were custom made to match his other ones. Evie shook her head “that's for me to know.” She grinned and he held back a sigh, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Thank you.”

Outside was cold with snow falling quietly, but it was cozy warm inside, especially knowing that Moze could spend the whole day with his beloved.

“Wanna try making those cookies again?”

[admiral-mason]

pspspspspsps hi uhhh first time requesting umumumumum

Sagau but reader have played WonderEnd 0 (my current hyperfixation aaaaaaaaa), favorite/chosen ending is the bad ending. NULLan and the phantasmas will not hesitate to not only help reader escape, but also torment reader's tormentors psyche. NULLan may or may not turn half of the population into phantasmas lmao (can also include entities from the abyss and the hilichurls :3 ).

I watched some gameplay of WonderEnd 0 prior to this (here's a link to a playlist of no commentary gameplay), and, uh...

Damn the game is messed up, I won't spoil anything but the protagonist is highly tormented in the series, with one of the endings leading to downright su!c!de (if you can decipher that word)

Thankfully, this individual is focusing on the other ending. Which is better for our protagonist (he gets to live), but probably bad for everyone else...

Anyways, onwards!

Warning: Torture

You never knew you would ever see this place.

Teyvat, despite its lack of technological advances compared to the current era, resembled a dream world with its depictions of bygone eras of human history mixed with unnatural forces compared to the drab, destruction-plagued era Earth underwent in the past few centuries.

Genshin Impact, for its luck-intensive gacha game nature, obtained a spot in your mind as a game for reprisal. When you required space to get away from the necessities of life, the game helped you escape responsibilities for a little bit longer.

Then you decided to explore the fandom via the internet and descended upon a relatively unknown branch of Genshin, known as SAGAU. Delving into the primarily Tumblr-centralized works, you found it interesting to become the average Isekai protagonist among Teyvat.

Maybe you would tell everyone to stop calling you 'Your Grace' or some other holy title like that. You are but a regular human after all. Aside from that, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to play the role of a divine god capable of creating Teyvat.

And you did get a chance to play that role...

But you never expected it to be like this.

You don't recall how much time has passed ever since you arrived.

Upon stepping foot into Mondstadt, the nation of freedom, you were branded an impostor, a fraud, a heretic, any term for one pretending to be another just like in those Impostor AU Tumblr works.

Everyone was against you; the Knights of Favonius, Diluc, Mona, they just apparently decided that you're a fucking con artist for simply existing. If you knew this would come to you before, you would have deleted the game and moved on with your life.

Unfortunately, those were past events and you needed to run at that moment. Never in your life had you run like an athlete, hell you never required such a physical-minded body. But anything less would result in cuts by a sword or an arrow landing in your back, so you ran.

Thankfully, not all sought to see you dead; Hilichurls, Abyssal beings, and animals assisted you throughout the rampaging hunt. From bringing you food or resuscitating your stamina to providing you weapons, you found unlikely companionship among these normally hostile enemies.

Their efforts helped you reach Liyue, although unfortunately they too decided that you were a fraud attempting to deceive Teyvat for their own gain. Having the Millelith, the Liyue Qixing, and the Adepti all working together against you was definitely not fun for you. However, it was here that someone or something else decided to help you.

One time, a few Millelith guards had you cornered in Liyue Harbor, and Ningguang herself approached you.

"I must say you are very persistent in your perseverance against our efforts to capture you. But alas, I believe your journey ends here. Don't make this any harder than we want now."

And then it happened.

You saw your vision glitch like a computer suffering errors for a split second. And then, a figure dressed in black clothing stood between you and your pursuers. They pulled out a glowing and glitching yellow slip of paper.

They let it go and it floated above them, before glowing brighter and glitching your vision again for another second. After that, the figure still stood in its position, but everyone else lay on the floor. You blinked once in that moment and the figure disappeared. Wasting no more time, you escaped, surviving to live another day.

The same thing occurred in all the other nations. In Inazuma, the figure saved you from the Raiden Shogun's Musou no Hitotachi. However, this time the sky's color changed from night blue to blood red, with what appeared to be a giant eye with even smaller eyes surrounding it, with a ring of geometric shapes surrounding them. Akin to the encounter in Liyue, the abnormalities dissipated as quickly as they appeared.

In Sumeru, it was what appeared to be a stringed puppet with the appearance of a woman. She stood before you, holding you akin to a mother with her child. Her eyes were devoid of features, yet her lips formed a smile that radiated sweet dreams.

Fontaine and Natlan were the same; in Fontaine, the figure was accompanied by a group of strange spider-like creatures with a body akin to a bee, while in Natlan they were accompanied by a tall, lanky humanoid figure. Said figure had red eyes, a larger head, black holes with white dots covering the said head, and an unnerving grin that held no hostility to you.

You didn't even bother with Snezhnaya, since the nation wasn't even released yet and you didn't want to bother risking trekking into unknown territory. Thus, after all the chasing and abnormal encounters, you decided to simply rest at a Hilichurl camp in a forest and head to sleep.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

A soft male voice woke you from your slumber, and you immediately noticed something wrong with your environment.

It's not a forest at all, hell you doubt this is even Teyvat anymore. Instead, you awoke in a dark environment surrounded by dark figures with glowing white dots for eyes. Others had a singular, multicolored eye with bunny-like bodies.

And above all of them was a seriously massive black eye with red markings, angel wings, and a binary halo.

You also noticed something about your positioning.

You are upright in someone's lap. A very very comfortable lap at that.

Looking up, you saw a familiar face with black hair, a black halo, and two purple eyes, the left one glowing.

"...Holy shit Alan??" You said, mostly bewildered but also slightly exhausted (you just woke up after all). Alan simply smiled in response.

He chuckled a little before gently stroking your hair. "Hi again, graceful player. I never thought I'd see you again after you... got lost in this world, but it didn't take me too much work to end up here."

You picked up WonderEnd 0 a few days before the moment you were involuntarily thrust into Teyvat. Safe to say, you could tell that Alan was a cinnamon roll that the game just likes to fuck over in every single way possible. The "good ending" horrified you, and the "bad ending" made you a little uneasy. You definitely preferred the latter ending a lot more though.

The Alan you're seeing here is clearly the bad ending one, although his expression isn't one of cold-heartedness and snark, but rather a gentle one you saw akin to that of the puppet.

You had to ask him something. "Are you the one who-"

"Before you ask, yes. I was the one who assisted you along with the Phantasmas. I will not stand by while the one who guided me in times of distress is subjected to unjust subjugation by religious fanatics."

"Yeah, as if you could do it by yourself, Alan."

Someone else then appeared beside you two. They looked like Alan before the bad ending but with a halo, and their voice was deeper than Alan's.

"Is that Null?" You asked, and they responded. "Yes, you're right, player. I am Null, AKA the computer virus that helped Alan ascend to my level."

"Shut up Null, you are cringe," Alan responded with a smirk. Null's face then morphed into one of agitation.

"I AM NOT CRINGE!!!" Null yelled, but Alan kept going. "Says the one who requires a human body to even use their full power. Couldn't be me."

"GRRRRRRRR ALAN I AM GOING TO KILL YOU AND KILL YOU FOR THAT!"

You laughed a little at the little discourse between the two, and both of them turned to you. "What?" You asked, slightly clueless to your actions.

"...Protect the cinnamon roll of a player?"

"Protect the cinnamon roll of a player, Null."

Meanwhile, oblivious to you, your tormentors have become the tormented.

Everyone who dared even possess the mere thought of attacking or killing you suffered terrible nightmares, ranging from wandering in a long hallway with featureless human-like figures to attempting to dodge monsters filled with devices no one understood.

The Knights of Favonius frantically attempt to utilize a box-like device and are slaughtered by a disfigured blue mass.

The Millelith, Qixing, and Adepti painfully attempt to navigate the never-ending hallways while being chased down by a pale-skinned man in a suit with a black, featureless head.

The Raiden Shogun and her Shogunate army must painfully stand still akin to mannequins under the watchful and menacing gaze of the Eye.

The Akademiya struggle to play a never-ending song for a stringed woman who never suffers any form of physical abuse.

The Maison Gardiennage question their motives of justice as they are slaughtered by four-legged bee-like creatures, only to be revived once again to endure further suffering.

And the champions of war are merciless to a being with the grip strength of the moon's density as it crushes their skulls.

Teyvat had tried to deprive both Alan and Null of their player, and it will burn, bleed, but most importantly, suffer.

General Headcanons

Alan and Null bicker on the frequent, and it's funny to hear them do so when they decide to explore humanity's current slang.

"I HAVE MORE SKIBIDI RIZZ THAN YOU ALAN!" - Null

"Shut up Null, your looks are so downright atrocious that even Ohio wouldn't permit you entry" - Alan

"Both of you SHUT UP-" - You

One day, Alan decided to try something new with his nightmares.

"Hey [Name!] Want to see my idea for a nightmare?"

"Huh? Sure!"

So Alan opens up a little portal and...

"SKIBIDI DOP DOP DOP YES YES"

"WHAT THE FUCK ALAN"

When you're not in the dreamscape with the two, you simply hang around with the wild creatures of Teyvat.

Eventually, Alan decided to manifest himself in your world, and thankfully you managed to convince everyone that Alan was friendly you let him lay on your lap to prove it

He and Null help enhance the strength and intimidation factor of Hilichurls, Abyss Mages, and Abyss Lectors. All of a sudden, aside from the constant nightmares plaguing the lands, Teyvat suddenly finds itself encountering stronger and stronger enemies by the day.

They also get creepier designs too. Hilichurls now have soulless fake eyes, Abyss Mages wear disfigured costumes, etc.

However, when it's just you three, and Alan and Null aren't bickering, it's just a relaxing time.

You have not one, but two cinnamon rolls that you just get to cuddle akin to teddy bears. With smiles of contentment.

Overall, you're in heaven, and Teyvat is in hell :)

@a-star-intheabyss enjoy watching everyone suffer nightmares

And also sorry for the last part lmfao

[tenjikyu]

𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 - 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SPOILERS FOR KANTO MANJI ARC , no shipping, just a lyric fic explaining how everyone involved is gonna save mikey ( including you !! ) , reader is baji’s gn! twin ( relevant to the plot ) , i was listening to the soundtrack and had this literally play out in my head as the song went, so i hope i do it justice .

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ A/N : im actually so excited about this OMG.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ IMPORTANT EXTRA NOTES :

manjiro’s lyric lines - purple .

senju’s lyric lines - red .

chifuyu’s lyric lines - blue .

your lyric lines - pink .

takemichi’s lyric lines - green .

irrelevant/background lyric lines - white .

♬ any moment now , your highness .

mikey looks around the “ arena ” that the battle was going to take place in. a speck of wonder crosses the blondes mind.

what was takemichi thinking? why had he returned from the future?

regardless, the sounds of footsteps began to ring through his ears.

♬ be lieve me i know , i’ve suck pretty low .

♬ but whatever i’ve done , you deserved .

♬ ( varien ! )

♬ ( quiet ! )

his mind hazes with uncertainty. manjiro’s body shakes ever so slightly.

no matter what, he must not falter.

he warned them all, to steer clear of his everlasting karma.

alas, they block his desperates pleas out.

♬ i’m the bad guy , that’s fine .

♬ it’s no fault of mine and some justice at last will be served .

♬ ( please listen )

manjiro knows deep down that no matter how hard the beg of him, he can’t return to his original character. things change you in ways you can’t truly comprehend until you’ve lived it yourself.

he wishes for more then anything to run into anyone’s arms.

anyone in toman’s arms would do.

his brothers arms would do. his sisters arms would suffice.

baji’s arms even.

♬ now it’s time to step up or it’s time to stand down .

♬ and there’s only one answer for me .

alas, the blond lifts his head a little higher. after all, doubt gets you nowhere.

he can only look forward, otherwise everyone left alive is at stake.

♬ and i’ll stand up and fight ‘cause i know that i’m right .

♬ and i’m ready , i’m ready , i’m ready .

the tokyo manji flag can be ever so slightly seen with the numerous yet limited footsteps loom closer.

danger is sensed in manjiro’s head.

he can feel it, touch it, caress it all he wants.

but danger halts for nobody.

♬ ready as i’ll ever be .

♬ now it’s time to rise up or it’s time to stand down .

♬ and the answer is easy to see .

only a few hours prior, with all of the next generation of the tokyo manji gang members present, senju stands tall with both you and takemichi by her side.

she knows the blonde will not put up an easy fight, and with so strong yet so little people against their godly force, high morale is a little difficult to seep through everybody.

♬ and i swear by the sword , if you’re in get on board .

♬ are you ready ?

♬ i’m ready ! we’re ready ! ( we’re ready )

senju feels no doubt in her heart that no matter the fear amongst the original members, that they will prevail for the sake of their beloved old leader.

they will pull through for manjiro sano.

♬ ready as i’ll ever be .

♬ are you quite sure we can do this ?

chifuyu leans gently into your side as to lower his voice.

he knows how deeply you treasure mikey.

with how close baji and mikey were, not to mention sanzu also against them, it would be hard for you to fight against someone you considered family .

alas, you only smiles gently at his concern.

♬ together , we will guarantee .

“i’ll be okay, chifuyu. i appreciate your concern.” you reassure him.

you weren’t lying when you said that you appreciated his worries, however you weren’t sure if you would truly be able to land a hit on mikey.

the boy was there for you through thick and thin. with you comforting him through his brothers passing and him returning the favour with your twin brothers death, you felt your heart ache ever so harshly.

regardless, you had to persevere. for mikey’s sake, and for your friends sake.

♬ i’ll make them hear me (now it’s time to redeem or it’s time to resolve )

with manjiro sano , harychiyo sanzu and kokonoi hajime standing in front of the three of you, you felt your body shudder at the blondes glare that was directed at you.

♬ prove they can trust me ( and the outcome will hardly come free )

senju grasps your hand lightly, her own brother staring her down like she’s worthless. nothing but a setback in his eyes.

you smiled back at her before you both proudly stood next to takemichi. she had always been your #1 supporter, regardless of history.

♬ i’ll save my home and family .

with all the courage you could muster, you stared back into mikey’s soulless sockets. nothing but heartbreak and fear filled his sorrowful expression.

you knew in that moment, that you needed to rescue your brother.

you had already lost one, you couldn’t afford to loose another.

♬ now the line’s in the sand and our moments at hand .

♬ and i’m ready .

♬ i’m ready .

♬ i’m ready .

with a pool of silence overtaking the battlefield, manjiro sano turns to takemichi hanagaki for the signal.

the signal that a battle was about to commence.

♬ ready as i’ll ever be .

[kaigarax]

The Reason We Exist

Nanami Ryusui x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love with someone because of how you click with them.”

“Why do we exist?” Ryusui asks.

Your humming stops abruptly. You tilt your head to the side, as if debating the question, turning to him, “quite the loaded question you have.”

Ryusui nods.

“Do you really think I’m the right person to be asking?”

“Who else would I ask?”

“Ukyo, Gen, Senku or maybe even Chrome,” you laugh, “afterall, aren’t the five of you supposed to be the ‘Five Wise Generals’ or something?”

Ryusui smiles, “I wanted your opinion.”

“Well, I’m honoured.”

“As anyone would be.”

You lean back, a playful look in your eyes, “I suppose…”

---

“So you’re going to want to put emphasis on the distinction between these two lines here or else it’s going to look like a different letter.” you explain.

Ryusui watches in amusement as you teach Chrome how to write. The brown haired explorer is trying his best to hide a blush when your hand wraps around his own in an attempt to help him get the feeling of writing.

A lesser man would have been jealous of the sight if the object of their affections were getting close with another man, but not Ryusui. Nanami Ryusui is a man who is confident in both his relationship with you (though the two of you were only friends) and in himself. If there was something he wanted then he most certainly would have it.

Besides, Ryusui was fairly certain that Chrome was already fond of a certain village high priestess.

“Oh, so how about this?” Chrome asks.

Ryusui is confident in his perseverance.

“That’s great!” you smile, “now try this one.”

And he is confident in his ability.

Of course, he is not so confident that he believes that everything is already within his grasp. This world, afterall, is not always kind and Nanami Ryusui finds himself constantly torn between his two greatest wants. The world and you.

In an ideal world, he could have both. He would have both.

But, alas, this is not the world of fantasy. This is a reality. A reality of heartbreak and yearning. A world of building and creation where we are forced to either to build the life we hope to live in or create a brilliant place for everyone else. Not yet has Ryusui decided his fate but it is an ending that is quickly approaching. A doom he must soon face for afterall, one can only stay situated in limbow for so long before something goes horribly and terribly wrong.

But for now, he waits. Caught between a rock and a hard place. Between poetry and prose.

Perhaps one day, Ryusui will be able to decide.

Truthfully, though, he fears that he won’t be able to. That everything will eventually come crumbling down and he’ll be left with nothing.

“Oh, Ryusui!” Your eyes light up as you make your way towards him, “how long have you been standing there?”

Ryusui gives you a bright smile, “how truthful would you like me to be?”

“How about~” you hum, “as truthful as you think I believe you to be.”

He chuckles, “then I’ve just arrived.”

“So what brings you here in the first place?”

“I wanted to show you the progress on the hot air balloon but if you’re busy I can always come back later.”

“I’m just about done. Do you mind waiting?”  you ask, giving Ryusui a cute little pout.

“Not at all.”

It’s strange for Ryusui. He’d never once been the kind of person to wait for someone else and yet here he was. Perhaps it was just that there was something different about you.

Ryusui’s first impression of you hadn’t been much. He, like many others, failed to see the brilliance you had. A skill rarely seen in someone so young; a talent most detrimental to recreating this new world; and a gift that Ryusui so desperately covets.

Ryusui let out a deep sigh as he left the meeting room. Well it was more of a small single room house.

His first impression of this New World had been amazing. Everything was up for the taking - but he had been rather short sighted. Ryusui hadn’t stopped to think about how difficult it really would be to reclaim this world.

People were, of course, the most important resource. Without any revival fluid there would be no constant revival which meant there would be no boost in societal development. They were limited to the people already here. Ryusui’s ideas for agricultural development had been shot down by the others and Ryusui didn’t want to push back against the others. It would only divide them.

Instead, Ryusui would have to swallow his pride and wait.

“Don’t worry, you’ve definitely caught Senku’s interest.”

When Ryusui turns he sees you. He thinks he remembers you from when he first made his way out of the stone but he can’t exactly remember. While there aren’t many people there are even less names that he’s bothered to learn.

You’re leaning against the wall of the small hut, your hair pushed back and your eyes gleaming in a way that Ryusui is rather familiar with.

You’re pretty. Very pretty. In fact, Ryusui is wondering how he’s only noticed that now. All women are beautiful but even someone like Ryusui has a type and you seem to fall exactly into it. Your eyes gleam and your smile is soft. Your complexion is pleasant and you seem to stare directly into the soul of the person.

You’re wearing something similar to the other Villagers but the bright red brand around your wrist catches Ryusui’s attention. He thinks it brings out your eyes.

Now, Ryusui isn’t someone that just listens to anyone - even if that person happens to be just his type. Of course, anyone can have good ideas but that doesn't mean that everyone does but that gleam in your eyes catches his interest.

“Oh? And how can you know that for certain, little Missy?” Ryusui asks.

You smile in a way that Ryusui finds quite pleasant, “from the subtle expression on his face. Senku’s eyes always widen in the slightest way when something catches his attention.”

“And how did you notice this little snippet of information?”

You move in towards him, a confused look on your face, “doesn't everyone?”

And that’s when he knew.

You were brilliant, you just didn’t know it and that made it even better. Such a rare skill you possess and Ryusui wanted nothing more than to cultivate and possess it.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?”

“Gen!” You smile brightly, leaving Ryusui’s side and bouncing towards the Mentalist, “are you ready to go?”

“Hello? Ryusui?” you wave a hand in front of his face, “anyone in there?”

“Sorry,” Ryusui gives you his best confident smile, “I was reminiscing.”

“How pleasant~” you hum, “so are you ready to go?”

“Yes! It’s-”

“Oh, Ryusui!” The familiar voice of the Mentalist cuts Ryusui off, “just the person I was looking for.”

“Gen.” greets Ryusui.

The Mentalist grins, sliding in between you and Ryusui, “well don’t you look ecstatic to see me.”

You pout, poking Gen on the side, “and don’t you look ecstatic to see me.”

“Of course I’m ecstatic to see you, (Y/n).” says Gen, turning his back towards Ryusui, “I was just told to look for Ryusui over here. Senku asked me to find Ryusui so they could discuss some things.”

“Of course he did.” You eye Gen suspiciously but he merely smiles in response.

And thus, the great internal conflict.

His curiosity is likely to get the better of him. He knows that he is needed to accomplish a task that heavily affects the development of this world and it gets his blood pumping. Excitement is at an all time high.

Yet, of course, it means that this is another moment he won’t get to spend with you.

He thinks of the excited look he won’t get to see. The sparkle in your eyes when you see something that amazes you.

But, this little conversation with Senku isn’t something he’ll put off. It’s not likely anything that he’ll ever put off. Afterall, doing this brings him one step closer to everything else in this world. And of course that is where internal conflict strikes once again. His want for everything in this world and you.

“Ryusui.” It’s you again, giving him that look, “it’s okay to go.”

“Okay.” He says, though he isn’t sure if the words come from him or not.

You unwrap a red band from your wrist before grabbing Ryusui’s hand and wrapping it around his own.

It’s such a bright red colour. Not something a colour often seen in the New World.

“What’s this for?” Ryusui asks.

You laugh, “to tie your hair up.”

“Don’t you need it?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Hey!” Gen speaks up, “what about me, (Y/n)? Do you have a band for me to tie my hair with?”

You ignore the Mentalist, “good luck, Ryusui. Let’s pray that Senku doesn't come up with another crazy plan. Of course, it is always exciting to see what he’ll come up with next.”

He smiles in response.

---

Ryusui had never been the best at construction. Sure, he was in shape but that doesn't mean he was automatically a building genius. His kind of work was usually the kind that revolved around creation rather than construction.

Of course, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to help.

It was actually quite exciting for Ryusui. To get the chance to do something he wouldn’t have gotten to do in the world before.

Hammering away at nails and lugging large logs of wood around isn’t the funniest job in the world but it certainly makes one feel accomplished. Most of the villagers have chipped in as which does make the workload pass through faster.

You’re working on the ship today, too. Usually you tend to the farms or help Yuzuriha with the production of clothing. Of course, with the new machine that Yuzuriha has he doubts that she needs as much help as she had before. You do tend to help rebuild statues but with the loss of the revival fluid there doesn't seem to be as much urgency.

“Are you sure that’s supposed to look that way?” You ask.

Ryusui smiles, “of course!”

“I definitely think we should ask Chrome to come and look at this part.”

“Don’t you trust me, (Y/n)?”

“Not even slightly when it comes to building.”

Ryusui places a hand on his chest, “I’m hurt.”

“I’m certain you are. Now don’t do anything while I go and get Chrome. I don’t want you ruining things further.”

“Ruining! I’m wounded.”

You laugh, “I’m sure you’ll get over it quickly.”

Your laugh makes him smile as well.

Listening to your demands, Ryusui keeps his hands and feet frozen. He watches as you meticulously make your way towards where Chrome is instructing people. You walk with your hands to either side of you to better balance yourself though it doesn't seem to help much.

In fact, it doesn't seem to help at all as you place a step a little too close to the edge.

Your balance is quickly lost.

Ryusui quicker though as he runs towards you, grabbing your hand and pulling you into his chest before you can fall.

“Woah there.” Teases Ryusui, “don’t need you falling to your death now do we?”

“Ryusui, we’re barely an inch off the ground.”

Ryusui smiles, “you never know.”

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“Why do we exist?” Ryusui asks.

Your humming stops abruptly. You tilt your head to the side, as if debating the question before turning to him, “quite the loaded question you have.”

Ryusui nods.

“Do you really think I’m the right person to be asking?”

“Who else would I ask?”

“Ukyo, Gen, Senku or maybe even Chrome,” you laugh, “afterall, aren’t the five of you supposed to be the ‘Five Wise Generals’ or something?”

Ryusui smiles, “I wanted your opinion.”

“Well, I’m honoured.”

“As anyone would be.”

You lean back, a playful look in your eyes, “I suppose, if I had to come up with a reason for our existence I’d have to say that we exist for the sake of others.”

“Then that must mean I exist for you.”

Fall in love with someone because of how you click with them.

[tinycheesecakedetective]

Relationship Post #1 Wilted Lily Edition, Part One

Since the fall of one of the Faerie Kingdom's finest, many of it's residents have tried to readjust with the changes. Alas, this would neither be the first tragedy to occur, nor the most costly.

This post will be showing some of the relationships the characters in The Faerie Kingdom have. More will be expanded on in later posts.

KEY: Red Text: Hatred/Rivalry Grey/Black Text: Tension Green Text: Friendly Blue Text: Trust Yellow Text: Admiration

Elder Faerie Cookie The Resilient King

Elder Faerie remains the king of the faeries and the faithful warden of the Silver Tree, albeit more regretful on how things ended. He chooses to be strong for the sake of his subjects, but he stops himself form mourning. He has a job to do, and no amount of familiarity or sentimentality will get in the way of protecting this world from evil. Deep down, however... A part of him wonders if any of this could be prevented.

For now he has bigger concerns, like the beasts' leftover influence looming over the kingdom and the fear their desperate followers might attempt to attack the Fae again, or worse, attempt to release the demons within the tree.

Relationships Mercurial Knight Cookie: He has protected this kingdom since his very creation. I believe he is more than capable of being at my side.

Silverbell Cookie: Poor child. I know what occurred wasn't your intention... But I will do what I must to protect the others.

Wilted Lily Cookie: ...I don't care what you were to me. I can't afford to. Not when your existence threatens Earthbread. And yet...

The Faeries: Even in our darkest hour, we must keep hope and perseveres. For the ones we've lost along the way.

Mercurial Knight Cookie The Replacement

Now holds the title of "Silver Guardian." After an incident that eliminated a third of the fairy population, he not only is responsible for overseeing the remaining Silver Tree Knights, but advising the king in official matters as well. To make matters worse, he knows that one day he'll have to face cookies he once protected and trained as enemies. He'll have to fight someone he once looked up to because she poses a threat to the kingdom, nay, the world. Though he insists that he's more than capable of handling his new role, one wonders if the weight of all that responsibility is too much for one cookie to bear, even for someone like him.

Relationships Elder Faerie Cookie: His highness placed his faith in me. I cannot let him down. No... I won't.

Silverbell Cookie: If I had known where you were going that day, could I have stopped you..?

Wilted Lily Cookie: You. His highness loved you, our kingdom adored you, Silverbell BELIEVED in you, and THIS is how you repay them?!

The Faeries: I'm... flattered you all trust in me this much. I will do my best to protect you all.

Silverbell Cookie..? The Exodus Days after White Lily's corruption he tried to find her again, hoping to reason with the witch and return her back to her senses. He ended up escaping with only an inch of his life and passed out on the forest floor. Silverbell was later found and taken back into the kingdom, but he was never quite the same since. He claims to still hear the forest, and wakes up to singing only he hears. He soon breaks free, storming the streets of the kingdom and spreading the madness to others in his desperate bid to return to the wilds. Eventually Silverbell is stopped, and soon banished alongside countless other victims. With no one left to stop him, he flees into the woods once more, swearing his fealty to Wilted Lily Cookie and serving as her right hand and confidant.

Relationships Mercurial Knight Cookie: How dare you try to hurt her majesty?!

Elder Faerie Cookie: Even after everything, I can't bring myself to resent you. But you'd better stay out of our way.

Wilted Lily Cookie: You have my life, your majesty. I will help you any way I can!

The Faeries: You and your devotion to that stupid tree irks me. I can't wait to burn it down and show you all the truth.

The Faerie Kingdom Residents United in Grief

Mourning, not just from the loss of their beloved guardian, but the loss of their friends and family. Even if many of them survived the attack, their hearts are filled with sorrow. Dirges fill the air in the coming months as the streets are lined with flowers and offerings. Only when the new Silver Guardian is chosen do they begin to heal and pick up the pieces.

Relationships Elder Faerie Cookie: O wise and powerful king, hear our call! Lead us to happiness for one and for all!

Mercurial Knight Cookie: Guardian, your journey has yet begun. Protect us, protect us from the wicked one...

Silverbell Cookie: Lost child of silver, now bathed in green, your face we hope we never see...

Wilted Lily Cookie: Fallen friend, now foe to all, we pray for your swift and painful fall! We pray the tree holds strong and true, and we pray the wilds will never release you...

[elfruits]

veilguard thoughts and opinions after 6 hours of gameplay!

i expected to not love the dialogue but MAN do i dislike it. the voice direction and writing just feels all wrong so far (except for rook, varric, and morrigan). thankfully around hour 6 it started to improve a bit. praying it keeps getting better because 60+ hours of this will be such a slog. i refuse to give up before collecting all the companions and encountering dorian.

i'm really enjoying the rogue combat though! i've had fun and don't find it too repetitive yet. also the graphics really aren't bad at all. i'm playing on low settings on my steam deck and the environments are still beautiful. unfortunately the soundtrack doesn't hit the same as past games and this REALLY affects the vibe. missing trevor morris and inon zur's compositions :^(

right now i'd rate the game a 5/10. replay value feels limited and i keep oscillating between disappointment, hope, and disappointment again. weirdly it's left me yearning for another da2 playthrough, but alas, i must persevere

[wernerherzogs]

Are we intrigued at all by the fact that Ryan was fighting with one hand again??

not sure if it means anything besides him flexing his skills (i don't think he's gonna be fighting anyone on the show. alas), however we should note that the thumbnail to the vid on ig has changed:

and he appears to be clean-shaved again... now that is tragic :( but we must persevere.

[rosietrace]

Melodic Misconceptions 🎹

Track 29: Impossible potential

Synopsis: Victoria Shard was a former member of the popular idol group [ Poisoner ] from NRC corporations. After discourse with her group leader, Victoria decided it was best for her to leave and pursue her solo career in a record label run by her parents.

It had been half a year since her separation from her old group, and Victoria had never been more successful. But now she has a new problem. She must return to NRC corporations in order to mentor the seven idol groups.

Ellis Clawthorne is a member of [ (Co)-connect ] the most recent group under NRC'S belt. With no experience as an idol, Ellis must persevere in order to succeed and pursue her dreams.

Will both girls be able to adapt to their current situations?

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Author's note: It's been 84 years I know /j

This may seem a bit underwhelming for a return of MM, but given that Tumblr is not so subtly screwing me over, I needed a long-term break

But anyway, thank you so much to everyone who's been patient enough to wait for all these tracks ^^ I know my upload schedule is a nightmare at this point, so I'm really happy to know that you guys are willing to wait for a while for another installment of my Magnum Opus (okay maybe I shouldn't exaggerate, but still)

Hope you enjoy!

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“Huh. So you're Circe.”

Raising an eyebrow at you, Circe slowly approached. You could tell by his body language that he was most definitely hesitant to even talk to you.

Then again, you just happened to run into him, so it wasn't like you expected to talk to him, to begin with. You just let it slide for a little while.

“And you're very obviously Aguri Harper. Do you legitimately don't remember seeing me after your encounter with Vil and Koral?”

You let that question float around before letting out an awkwardly placed whistle. “Possibly…” you drawled.

Circe frowned but shrugged that off relatively quickly. “Well, forget that I guess,” he said. “Why are you back at NRC Corporations?”

Before you could answer that, Circe answered his own question. “Oh, wait, I'm sure you're here for Victoria.”

You practically begged your body to not betray you at that moment, but alas, you felt your cheeks heat up at the mention of the well-known idol that you occasionally take on a date or two.

Not that she'd consider them dates.

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That was a lie. Victoria did consider them dates.

She paced around the room, with Zen sitting on the couch in front of her, staring at her with utter bewilderment. Naturally, of course, given that Victoria showed little to no stress unless the situation truly called for it.

So he's guessing that whatever she's stressed about, he's more than sure that the situation called for it.

“Err…. Tori? You feeling okay??” That was probably the dumbest question Zen could ask, but he asked it regardless.

Victoria let out an exasperated sigh, but she wasn't necessarily annoyed at Zen. “It's…. Complicated, Zen.”

His eyebrows raised, lips pursed for only a moment. “Oh yeah? Wanna talk about it?” he gently pats the empty spot on the couch next to him. And in response, Victoria tiredly sat down.

“So, did anything happen?”

“Er…”

“It isn't about the NXDE revival, right? As far as I know, it was a success-”

“It… It isn't about the NXDE revival, Zen.”

Zen's eyebrows furrowed. Not only in bewilderment but also in silent irritation because Victoria didn't get straight to the point like she usually did.

But he'd never get mad at her for something as small as that. So he waited patiently for her to get to the point.

“.... It's about Y/N.”

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“So, you're telling me that you're just- What, denying that you're in love with Victoria?”

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, “I'm not in love with her.”

Circe looked at you like you just told him the biggest piece of bullshit he's ever heard. And frankly, you had reason to believe that what you just said was the biggest bullshit he's ever heard.

“For an actor, you're surprisingly obvious when it comes to your own feelings,” Circe didn't fight the quiet snort he let out, “No wonder there haven't been any reports about any potential relationships.”

You crossed your arms, folding them over your chest. “How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not in love with your former group member?”

Circe smirked, if only for a moment. “As many times as you want, Harper,” he told you, before walking ever so slightly closer than he needed to be.

Circe already had a busy schedule at the moment, especially with how Koral was managing Poisoner at the moment, so he needed to say what he wanted to tell you in the quickest way he could.

And he needed to do that and leave an impact.

“I think you failed to remind yourself that it's impossible to be in a relationship with an idol like her. I can tell you thought you had a chance, Harper.”

And boy…. He most definitely left an impact.

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[dragonthusiast]

The urge to start another WIP is getting insufferable but alas, I must persevere

[alcrystallize]

•｡ ✧ Alcryst's Interview

Spoiler Warning: FE Engage Post-Game Events

Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Twice fold did his racing heart beat as his hand trembled over the doorknob to the office. The painful fear of rejection had a stronghold over the second prince of Brodia. A rush of thoughts swiftly ran into the faulty dam of confidence Alcryst had built himself prior to arrival. ‘What if I am not accepted to The Officers Academy?’ ‘Why would an esteemed academy as such desire a poor candidate such as me?’ However, deep down, he knew that he had to be here. If he wanted to become stronger and protect his beloved country and the people he cared for, he must persevere no matter the cost. After all, what would his father tell him? Swallowing his fear, he exhaled once more and opened the door to the room – facing the interviewers sitting at their desk with anticipating gazes.

“Good morning,” Alcryst greeted them with a newfound sense of regality as he crossed over the threshold of the entryway, “my name is Alcryst, second prince of–.” SLAM! "GAH?!“ He jumped aside, surprised by the sound of the door slamming behind him with a force certainly not coming from the painstakingly nervous boy himself. “Has the door always been that heavy? I’m sor–” he started to express his apologies as his leg bumped into a small table, causing the figurine atop it to PLOP! on the floor. “AH? I didn’t see that table there! I’m so, so sorry!” his face reddened with humiliation as he simultaneously bowed and picked up the figurine to place back on the table. Goodness, could he have been digging a deeper hole to bury himself in?

His lips were as dry as the Solm desert when he tried to speak; so, as to not further embarrass himself, he cleared his throat and sat in the chair facing opposite from the interviewers. He closed his eyes and took a small breath once more, recollecting his composure as he straightened his posture and folded his hands over his lap. “… I am Alcryst, second prince of Brodia. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am… ready to begin this interview.”

⌜ ✧。.:*: – What has led you to where you are today? ⌟

He was not certain what kind of question to expect, and certainly, he did not expect one as reflective as this. The Alcryst he was today was far different from the Alcryst he was before the beginning of the war in Elyos, though the similarities between the two remained vast. To this day, he was still not strong enough – not good enough to be a worthy ally and companion to defeat the fell dragon. From his perspective, his strength has grown minimally – only in the face of life or death did he grow with his decisiveness and readiness to protect the people around him; alas, it was not sufficient enough to protect his late father, King Morion. As Alcryst contemplated over the question, a tinge of sorrow revealed itself across his features – averting his gaze to the surface of the table separating him from the interviewers waiting patiently for his answer. ‘Get yourself together, Alcryst! Formulate your thoughts!' he attempted to encourage himself.

“I was born the second prince to Brodia, a mighty country that values its strength and resilience. Those values were instilled in me from an early age by my father – late father… King Morion.” He paused. “… and my older brother, the new king of Brodia, Diamant. He is one of the strongest people that I know.” A small smile peeked out from underneath his solemn expression toward the thought of the person he admired most. “He is powerful and determined, yet kind and leads with an open mind and heart… he always has been. I, on the other hand, have never been able to rise up and be like him or my father. No matter how hard I tried… it hasn’t seemed to be enough, and for that, I paid the price of losing my father in a battle with our neighboring country, Elusia.”

But that was not the end, despite how overwhelming the grief was at the time. He and his brother marched onward with the divine dragon and their companions to defeat the fell dragon. Alcryst was there. He did fight alongside them. And he did win. He could not take that for granted. 

“… after that, though, I traveled with the Divine Dragon to defeat the Fell Dragon that was threatening the safety of Elyos – of my country. As the second prince to Brodia, I could not stand down – so I fought. I may not have slain nearly as many enemies as my brother or the Divine Dragon – or anyone, really – but I did go out on the battlefield, and we did defeat the divine dragon. Now,” he sat up straighter in his seat from the back of the chair, “I have to become stronger so I can continue to protect my people. My brother, the King. So that is why I am here today with you. I will get stronger, and one step there will be to train here at the monastery.“ 

⌜ ✧。.:*: – What do you believe are your greatest strengths? Your greatest weaknesses? ⌟

”S-strengths?“ As quickly as his façade of confidence rose did it fall when Alcryst was asked about his strengths – let alone his greatest strengths. His mind was engulfed by a whirlpool of weaknesses that plagued him from an early age and continued to roar inside his mind and heart. What strengths did he have? After all that he has gone through during the tumultuous war and the devastating loss of his father, what strengths did he have to prove himself a worthy candidate for the academy? One of his weaknesses, he was tempted to say, was sharing his greatest strengths with others; however, when in doubt, he resorted to remembering what his fellow companions said about him. He may not have always believed in their words, but he could not discount their sincerity when they said it. His crimson eyes flickered from side to side in the midst of thought until he could weave together a comprehensible response.

"I… I want to protect the people I care about. No… I want to protect everyone. I understand how that may not be easily attainable, but I know that I am a work in progress until I am able to do just that. I am eager to train my body and mind so that I can be stronger and smarter on the battlefield. I want to learn more about different strategies and formations so I can maximize my potential during battle.” It was almost as if speaking his goals into existence made them closer and within his reach, even though that was such a silly notion to begin with. “I know I will not always fight alone, and for that, I must be someone who is reliable and be counted on like I would them. There are so many people who are stronger than me… that I must rise to the occasion and not be a burden to them. they do not deserve that from someone like me.”

Then, the conversation turned toward his weaknesses. “My greatest weaknesses? Pardon me, but how much time do we have?” The list was endless, and the last thing he would want to do was bore the interviewers with his aimless rambling. Alcryst sorted through the ideas that immediately came to his mind – bother, burdensome, worthless, useless, unreliable, weak, unlovable – and tiered them into a hierarchy of most significant to the least most significant. Though, this line of thinking was futile as he could not pinpoint only one to be at the top. Then, as if his mouth had been besieged and taken over, he said, “my greatest weakness is that I will never be good enough.” The truth set in amidst the tension thickening in the deafening silence of the room. “I will never be good enough that I will stop training and growing to become stronger. I am not strong enough to protect everyone. I will never look my brother in the eyes and say that we are equal in standing… for he will always be better than me. I am not enough.”

A glimmer twinkled in his eye. “Yet."  

⌜ ✧。.:*: – If a story were to be written about your life, what role would you play? ⌟

"What a boring and dull story that would be,” Alcryst answered without giving the question another ounce of thought. One would normally feel embarrassed thereafter, but that was a feeling that sat with him at nearly all times. To entertain the idea alone of a story written about him was laughable. Throughout the history of Brodia and his lineage of royalty, there have been brutal and fierce kings that were beyond the definition of power that played an instrumental role in building the kingdom into its gloriousness as it stands today. His own father was no exception, and his brother would do more than he could imagine within his new role. If Alcryst had any sort of skill with writing, he could write the most excellent of novels about his father and his brothers – and without a doubt would those two stories be voraciously consumed by everyone across the country – or the world, at that. If the story was about Alcryst? It would be a waste of time to produce it in the first place.

“My life does not deserve a story. It is not interesting, nor is it captivating in any sense of the word. It would be the least engaging piece of text there ever was… because I am nothing to write or read about. On the other hand,” Alcryst waved his hand in the air, “a story about my father or brother… the legacy of their impact on Brodia would be remembered for years and years to come. As far as I would be a presence in their stories, well… I would perhaps be a footnote. I am a Brodian prince, but I am not the Brodian prince – and I never will be one like Diamant.”

Alcryst sighed, on the edge of exhaustion from the interview despite the relief that it had reached its conclusion. He quietly stood up and formally bowed from his side of the table. “It was an honor to meet with you today. I hope… that if there happens to be a spot – and if not, that is fine, as I imagine you have many other more worthy candidates to consider today – but on the off chance, there was… that I can be someone to fill it. I want to get stronger… and I want to do so here."

With that said, he bowed once again and stepped around the chair and toward the entrance. Before he opened the door, though, he faced the small figurine on the table and bowed once again. "I’m sorry, again, for earlier, tiny figurine.”

[widowlurker]

thinking about Thunderbolts

from what little I’ve seen of comic!Taskmaster he’s an absolute troll and a quarter so I think it’s be really funny if Antonia just spends the entire movie being a little shit and we get absolutely no explanation as to how she went from “brainwashed to be a blank-faced weapon by her father” to “Yelena bet you can’t snipe Alexei from a meter away” or sum shit

Also I saw somewhere that apparently she copies the Winter Soldier’s knife flip from catws during Black Widow 2021 (obvi bc that’s Taskmaster’s whole thing) so it’d be really funny if she does it again in Thunderbolts and Bucky notices and is like “who??? taught you that??? did- did i do that??” and tries his damndest to remember if at some point during his time as the winter soldier he taught it to someone. and ofc taskmaster is a little shit so Antonia just vaguely encourages the theory but never clarifies at all

ALSO how Alexei seems to be having a whole thing with pretending like he and Steve were fated rivals with years of history despite these 2 never once being able to interact

Imagine him continuing that with Bucky and Walker

Alexei meeting Bucky and being like “Ah! Captain America’s sidekick! Tell me, how has old Uncle Steve been doing without his antithesis to keep him humble?” and Bucky’s just like “who the fuck are you???”

Alexei taking one look at Walker and being like “A downgrade but alas the rivalry must persevere”

Bucky and Antonia having the “brainwashed assassins/killing machines” look of mutual respect™️

[cruelheartland]

New job is hmmmm but alas I must persevere