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flowerandblood · 1 year ago

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The Prince and The Fox (3)

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • female ]

[ warnings: kissing, mention of sexual abuse, violence, trauma ]

[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, toxic ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]

WARNING: The main plot between the characters takes place in high school. Yes, in high school. The belief that teenagers wait with an intimacy when they are in love in high school is ridiculous to me. Aemond and the character here are the same age. Don't ask me how old they are, in my country you are of the age of consent in your first year of high school and an adult in the last year of high school, so if it is more convenient for you, think about it that way and decide for yourself. In this story, I am not following the trail that they are magically friends right away, but how they become friends and what that even means. I'm writing this fic to give the perspective of young, lost people, not adult women who want to see exactly themselves in everything they read. If that's all you expect, this isn't the fic for you.

I don't want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned. Aemond + Evans Series Moodboard

This is my first story that has its own playlist, but yes! Get in the mood! Story Music Playlist. Song used in this chapter: Don't Bring Me Down by Electric Light Orchestra.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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From that day on, they both took off their earphones when they stood together at the bus stop. Her presence had apparently stopped being awkward for him and he had become addicted to listening to Kajagoogoo, although he admitted it reluctantly.

"They have a terrible band name, but that bass is fucking awesome. They got really into my head and it's good to listen to them in the background while doing something else at the same time." He muttered, without looking at her, scrolling something on his phone.

She knew this was his way of distracting himself from the stress of the conversation, that he wasn't good at it and pretended to be indifferent, his lips tightened.

Since the whole thing reached the headmaster of the school the matter became very serious and Cregan was not laughing anymore. The headmaster became very concerned about the whole situation and even though it was not the school where the sexual abuse took place, bullying did.

On the corridor cameras, Cregan could be seen knocking her over by propping her up with his leg, as one of his buddies scratched the word 'liar' with his key on her locker.

Although these were not crimes for which you could go to jail, the principal invited her to an interview accompanied by the school psychologist. The headmaster asked her if she wanted someone to accompany her during this talk and she said without thinking: Aemond.

She surprised him when she asked him to go with her to his office, he was the only one to witness it all and she was afraid to be there alone. He just nodded and answered nothing, clicking something on his phone, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

They went there together.

The director approached the matter with understanding and quoted to her what he had heard the day before from Aemond.

"Your colleague told me that he witnessed the incident and that there is video footage of what happened. I also know that Cregan's classmates nag you a lot because they prefer to believe him. The psychologist and I thought that, if you agree, we would give his class some shock therapy and show them the part of the video that shows him hurting you.

Of course, we will only do this if you agree, however, we believe that if Mr Stark loses his credibility, you will regain your composure and be able to focus on your education rather than the unpleasant incidents you continue to face from them. We know that the footage shows nothing of which you would be ashamed, nor of course your exposed body." He concluded, glancing uncertainly at the lady psychologist.

She didn't know what to say, she could feel her heart pounding hard.

"Think it over calmly. It's just a suggestion and you don't have to do it. We want to help you and we know it's hard for you." Said the psychologist in a soft, calm voice.

She looked apprehensively at Aemond, who was staring at her out of the corner of his eye with his lips tightened, himself clearly not sure what he was thinking.

"It's your decision. You don't have to do it. But I think this bugger deserves it. He walks around the school like a king, he thinks you don't have the guts to show it. That you'll be embarrassed when he's the one who should be ashamed of himself." He said lowly, and she thought with pain that he was right.

Why should he spread rumours about her, lie that she wanted this?

"Fine." She mumbled, the headmaster sighed quietly.

"Do you want to be there when we show them this?" He asked lowly, and she shook her head quickly.

"No."

She delivered an excerpt of the video to the director that next day. He and the lady psychologist watched it to make sure that the video would not portray her in a negative light and make matters worse, but what they saw left no illusions.

She knew that the headmaster would go to Cregan's class with the psychologist at their advisory class and throughout the day she felt like she was going to die, her whole body was trembling, she hadn't eaten anything and she was cold.

As she sat during one of the breaks outside the classroom, staring dully at the floor Aemond sat down next to her and sighed, taking out of his pocket her favourite chocolate bar, Milkyway, which he must have bought from the school vending machine. She looked at him gratefully and shook her head.

"Have you eaten anything today?" He asked lowly and she shook her head again, lowering her gaze.

"I won't swallow anything. My stomach has been hurting since this morning."

"Hmm."

They sat side by side like that, their shoulders and knees touching, not speaking until the bell rang announcing that the break was over.

They sat down to their benches, the teacher came in, but she couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, terrified.

Everyone was watching it now.

She covered her face with her hands, thinking that she had made a mistake, that it would get worse.

However, to her surprise, as she walked out of the classroom she was approached by several people from his class who had also thrown unpleasant comments at her earlier, including his buddy, who shouted to her and Aemond at the time whether they were going to go fuck.

They stood for a moment as if they didn't know what to say.

"Hi. We saw the video. I…fuck." Said the boy, scratching his brow with his thumb, pale, embarrassed, horrified. "I…I really believed him. I swear to you I would never have suspected he was capable of such a thing. When I watched you pull away from him and he wouldn't let you go…fuck, a red light should have lit up in my head earlier as he said he was going to fuck you, but I thought, I don't know, that's what you want, that you're into him, not that…"

He stammered, all red, she could see he was barely holding back tears. He shrugged his shoulders.

"And yet I acted like a stupid piece of shit to you. Then, after all of that. I believed my mate, I thought I knew him." He said without looking at her, his other colleagues nodding.

"We're ashamed. He walked around talking about it as if nothing had happened, as if it was just your imagination. He cried in class as the principal came in and said what he was going to show us. I think he realised he was going to lose a lot of friends."

She looked at them all with her heart beating hard, scared and ashamed at the same time, not knowing what she should say to them.

Most of all, however, she felt relieved.

They had finally left her alone.

If she could consider that something good had come out of all this, it was certainly her relationship with Aemond. They only talked on the bus or while waiting for him at the bus stop, usually about school, teachers, homework, or music.

He played her songs on his earphones when she asked him if he could recommend something new to her, however, he always listened to Kajagoogoo with her on the way to school.

She liked the fact that this had already become their routine, something they shared, proof that they had established a bond, this time unforced, desired from both sides.

She found to her surprise that he was actually a very sensitive, calm man.

She really liked him.

Helaena was very concerned about all that had happened, and wrote to her often to find out how she was feeling. She didn't want to impose on her and didn't visit her at home.

However, one day she asked if she would like to stay with her for the night and sleep in her room, talk about everything that was on her mind and then watch Shrek together or another cartoon they loved as children.

She thought it was a good idea.

She arrived at the appointed time in the evening, Alicent opened the door, smiling warmly and embracing her.

Since the situation with Cregan it seemed that their families had become closer, her parents were extremely grateful to Aemond for what he had done and always greeted him when they saw him on the street or in the shop, embarrassing him.

She saw Helaena run out from over her shoulder and wave to her, holding two bags of their favourite Chips and a carton of orange juice.

Walking towards the stairs she swallowed loudly as she saw the exit to the garden, feeling an unpleasant tightening in her pit and a cold sweat on her back.

She squealed when suddenly Vhagar ran out at them from upstairs, wagging her tail and barking, happy that they had a visitor, almost knocking her over.

"Vhagar!" She heard his impatient, low voice. "Come back here! Immediately."

Vhagar ran up to him, looking at him with her big, pleading black eyes, and he sighed as he stroked her fur. She smiled at him as she passed him, they threw each other a brief, shy 'hi' before she disappeared with Helaena into her room.

Although she didn't want to at first, she felt she had to get it out of her, that she couldn't take it anymore, that it was poisoning her from the inside.

They were both sitting in their pyjamas, T-shirts and shorts on her carpet, a bowl full of crisps and two glasses full of juice between them.

"At first when he touched my thigh I thought − gee, maybe he really likes me that much that he can't stop, I don't know. I felt, I sensed something was wrong and I'm mad that I didn't push him away then! I went outside with him because I thought maybe I don't know, he wants to sit with me in an embrace, stroke me, hold my hand, kiss me. And when he slipped his hand under my dress, when he squeezed me, when he wouldn't let me move or pull away I felt…" She stammered, feeling her voice break, her throat tighten, tears gather in her eyes.

"…God, I just felt that I was very afraid of him, that it was very bad and terrible, that I didn't want it, that he was hurting me, that it was such a bad touch, I don't know how to describe it." She mumbled, Helaena looking at her with her lips slightly parted, her eyebrows arched in pain, her light hair tied up in a bun.

"It felt like I couldn't breathe, it felt like I wanted to scream, like someone was skinning me, it's this feeling of sudden panic, but also something else, like deep in your lower abdomen, this all-consuming fear and terror, like the air is stuck in your throat and you can't catch your breath." She muttered quickly, shaking her head, refusing to let the tears flow, her lips tightening.

"I don't know how he can think it's nothing. To live with the fact that I asked him to stop and he didn't." She shrugged her shoulders, Helaena got up and sat beside her, embracing her, letting her lie on her thighs.

She burst into tears when she started to stroke her head, when she told her that it wasn't her fault and that no one blamed her, that just because she hadn't pushed him away at first didn't mean he had the right to do what he did, that he had done it deliberately and premeditatedly, that no meant no.

She shuddered and lifted her gaze when she heard movement near her room, as if someone had moved out of place, and then the quiet sound of a door opening and closing.

Was he listening to what she was talking about? Was he eavesdropping on them?

She pressed her lips together, lowering her head, feeling ashamed.

She said she would go to the toilet to bring herself to order, but in fact she went to his door, hearing from it the song he had shown her a few days before, 'Don't Bring Me Down' played by the Electric Light Orchestra.

She knocked loudly and heard that after a moment the music quieted, someone's footsteps on the other side.

He opened the door and looked at her in surprise, involuntarily glancing down at her bare legs and then at her face again, swallowing loudly.

"Were you eavesdropping?" She asked reproachfully.

He pressed his lips together, looking away.

"Yeah. I'm sorry." He said low with sincere regret. "I wanted to know how you were feeling. How you're coping with it."

"Can't you just ask me?" She said regretfully, looking at him with her eyebrows arched in pain, feeling the tears under her eyelids again, emotionally unhinged from what she had recounted.

He looked at her surprised, she could see that he was uncomfortable. He let out a loud breath.

"I'm not good at this. At talking. I didn't know if I should ask. Whether it was the right thing to do. I don't know what more I could say." He muttered, shrugging his shoulders, looking everywhere but at her.

"You can ask me anything you want. I trust you." She said softly, and he swallowed loudly, as if for some reason her words caused him pain, as if he wanted to say something more, as if he had something on the tip of his tongue.

She waited patiently for him to pull himself together, for him to think through what he wanted to say. He looked at her.

"I hated you all these years. I hated you because I saw you as a person who does everything for show. For show you baked me cakes to make you feel good about yourself, for show you came here and apologised to me, always loud, always first everywhere, you always had to have your opinion about everything." He said low and fast, and she felt the cold sweat on her back and the frighteningly strong pounding of her heart as she looked at him in disbelief.

"When I heard what Cregan said to his mates I thought I should warn you. To say: be careful, he's planning something more, he's talking about you to his mates as if you were an object. But I didn't. Because I didn't like you." He muttered and she saw his lower lip tremble, his healthy eye red, his breath hitched.

"If I told you, it wouldn't have happened. Do you know how I have you saved on my phone?" He asked in a trembling voice, a single tear running down his cheek.

"Foxy."

She felt tear after tear begin to run down her face, she drew in air loudly feeling tightness in her throat, she felt like someone was tearing her heart from the inside out, a strange, broken sound came from her chest.

"Please, hug me." She mumbled so pitifully that his face contorted in a grimace of pain and regret, he pulled her to him instantly and she clamped her hands on the material of his Tshirt, sobbing loudly, his arms wrapped around her tightly on each side.

"− I'm sorry −" He muttered in a low, hoarse, breaking voice. "− I'm sorry −"

She lifted her gaze to him, trying to catch her breath, and he lowered his head to look at her, their faces almost touching, their hot breaths surrounding their skin.

She felt something strange looking at him so closely, she thought he had a lovely eye colour, that he had fine cheekbones, a pleasing nose and forehead. Something changed in his gaze when he noticed that she glanced at his lips and found them surprisingly full, they looked soft, slightly parted in his accelerated breathing.

She felt his body tense up, felt his fingers clench tighter on her back. All she could hear was the loud pounding of her heart and their breaths, nothing more.

"− wanna kiss? −" She heard him whisper, as if it was a kind of casual proposal, as if he was asking her if she felt like eating something or going for a walk.

She swallowed loudly, glancing at him again, and simply nodded.

She didn't have time to take another breath and his warm, soft lips were already on hers, she felt his hand on the back of her neck which drew her close, making his job easier, he sighed as if with some kind of relief.

She had never suspected that kisses were so wet and sticky, so noisy, but she didn't want him to stop, so she stroked his scarred cheek with her hand, closing her eyes, mimicking his movements, brushing her lips against his with a loud click.

She tightened her second hand in his short, light hair, feeling the heat in her lower abdomen, feeling the pulsation between her thighs, his lips wonderfully soft, moist and firm, he brushed and sucked her fleshy skin, their breaths loud and drawn out.

"− fuck −" He growled out between one loud click of saliva and the next, panting along with her, their kisses increasingly deep, intimate, passionate and wet.

They pulled away from each other suddenly, breathing as if they had run a marathon, looking at each other in disbelief.

"− I − are you all right? −" He mumbled, his healthy eye wide open in panic.

She just nodded, feeling that she looked just like him. She moved away from him and he let her go immediately, running his hand over his mouth and chin in a gesture of disbelief.

"− I − fuck −" He muttered and they both gasped when they heard the sound of the door opening, Helaena leaned her head out, clearly worried that she hadn't been back for so long.

"− are you okay? −" She asked loudly, surprised, and she nodded, looking up at him with her heart pounding like mad, swallowing hard.

"− y-yes − I − I am coming −" She muttered and ran towards her, Helaena smiled at her and closed the door behind her.

She said she had already found Shrek online on her laptop and everything was ready to watch. She smiled and sat down on her bed next to her, trying to focus on what she was seeing, but her thoughts, as well as her heart, were with someone else, a few rooms away.

They kissed.

Good God.

An excellent start to a friendly relationship indeed.

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tazumii · 7 months ago

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i love you ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

☆ satoru gojo x reader . ☆ you've been killed on a mission .

— "c'mon, satoru, let's go have fun. watch a movie. the new one in your favorite series is out in the cinema," suguru offered, gently shaking satoru's shoulder as the other zoned out.

he'd been like this for a while now, with suguru struggling to break him out of his shell— ever since you'd been killed by a special-grade after an ambush. you'd been wounded fatally, having fallen into his arms, and you'd told him you loved him.

'i love you,'

such a small sentence held so much meaning to satoru. he never thought it would, but.. it meant more than anything anyone had said to him.

it repeated in his head every second of every day since you'd died. all he could hear was your voice, weak and strained, as you bled out in his arms. no matter what he tried, every attempt at focusing on something else just made his ears ring.

"satoru, come on.." suguru prompted. "you've got to let them go at some point. you can't keep yourself stuck forever."

that seemingly meaningless phrase, 'you've got to let them go', broke satoru's heart a little. he'd never thought about what it'd be like to let you go and forget about the incident— even though he knew he never would.

he'd never be able to let go of you— not now that he's questioning his own feelings towards you. you'd said you loved him, but.. did you really mean it? or did you just say it because you couldn't think properly?

he'd always crushed on you since he'd first laid eyes on you— almost a year ago. and yet, now that you'd said you loved him, he couldn't tell if those feelings were real.

did you even mean to say 'i love you'? did you want to say something else, but you were too weakened to think properly? what if you didn't mean to say anything at all, and it just slipped from your mouth?

satoru's mind was shrouded in thought, dark thought— nothing he would let anyone hear. he'd just be told to move on, to forget about you and let you go. he didn't understand it himself, how he was still holding on to someone who had nothing left on earth?

suguru had long since gone silent, understanding his friend wasn't in the mood to do anything besides think. it was surreal, seeing the well-known eccentric and excitable sorcerer be reduced to a silent, overthinking teenager.

seeing his closest friend like this, the polar opposite of what he was known for, sparked some feelings in suguru as well. he had been good friends with you— obviously not as close as you and satoru had been, but still close. and satoru had always acted like this unstoppable eccentric force, who never had a bad day and was always grinning mischievously. seeing satoru like this proved that, despite his image, he was the same as everyone else— a normal teenager, with emotions and thoughts. nothing like the most powerful sorcerer other people saw him as. he was vulnerable, the most vulnerable he'd ever been, and it was terrifying.

satoru was questioning whether what you had said was even true, and whether he reciprocated or not. of course, as suguru had always told him, it wouldn't matter. you were dead, you wouldn't ever know if he felt the same way. but it mattered to him. he wanted to figure it out for himself, so he wouldn't be stuck in the void of his thoughts. so he questioned, and questioned, and questioned. he lost sleep and state, losing himself in his own tainted thoughts. yet he made it his own mission to find the answer.

until he did.

he counted each time you and him had exchanged smiles when crossing paths in the halls, each time he saw your silhouette against the lights in your dorm against your door and watched as you'd danced to your favorite song. the song he always listened to now.

he did love you. he does love you.

if only you could know how much.

#sorry but also not #haha cry (im crying too)#gonna explode #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #satoru x reader #angst #jjk angst #🧸 nemi writes

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seventhdoctor · 1 year ago

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Soulshipping rambling: Just how does Judai relate to his past life? How does that affect his relationship with Yubel?

Bunch of musing below, now updated with screenshots while I'm reposting stuff that never made it to tags because Tumblr is a functional website. I think this is the last repost but it's gonna be me yelling a lot about these two.

(Also, happy anniversary to these guys! GX episode 155 aired October 3, 2007.)

In their original lives Judai promised Yubel he’d only love them, after Yubel had already voluntarily become a monster dedicated to protecting him. In the present Judai remembers their past lives while Yubel is trying to destroy the universe, tortured into insanity by a combination of his mistake and the Light of Destruction’s corruption.

Before Judai remembers, he only sees Yubel as his mess that he has to clean up - if any emotional attachment remains, it's buried within his memory twice over. But once he remembers, he instantly flips from "you’re evil and deluded and I will stop you at any cost" to "I accept your love (metaphorically), you need healing and I will risk my entire existence to help you."

(Episode 153, after Yubel explains Spell Chronicle)

(Episode 155, Judai chooses to do that. I haven't stopped thinking about this moment since my rewatch)

What exactly is he thinking at that moment when he flips? The decision to fuse with Yubel is about taking responsibility (growing up and redeeming himself for his mistakes) as well as - or even more than - a matter of love (acting on his feelings about Yubel). But also, there’s so many angles to what he’s feeling about those two things, and how much of each factors into exactly why he chooses to fuse their souls.

The flashback to their past lives is brief, less than three minutes of mostly exposition, and you don’t really get a full sense of just how much Judai connects with his past life beyond the line "I remember… They’re me and Yubel in our past lives" (paraphrased) before he watches his past self make that defining promise.

How much does he remember? Does he feel like a continuation of his past life in that moment, or like the next version of the young prince? I feel the answer to that question changes the meaning of his decision to fuse their souls together, in essence ensuring they can’t be separated again as a gesture of love and/or responsibility.

If he feels a sense of continuity with his past self, then that decision is a continuation of that promise to love Yubel, and an as-it-should-be reunion between guardian and guarded.

If he views his past self as someone connected to but separate from himself, then continuing that promise is more of a decision he takes upon himself to stay connected to someone he still feels tied to.

...Or maybe not. Maybe it’s simply a sense of duty to someone he’s hurt, someone he promised to love in another life and feels obligated to love in the present.

(Judai's smile when remembering his friends transitions into a determined expression just before he declares a fusion of his and Yubel's souls. Also, get rekt Amon.)

How much responsibility does he feel to uphold the vows of his past self? How much responsibility does he feel to heal someone who’s been hurt badly because of his mistakes (which, to be fair, were made because Yubel was attacking his neighbors to begin with)? Complicating this question is the massive sacrifice Yubel made to become what they are, a transformation that persists through lifetimes all for Judai's protection.

Yubel is tied to the past in a way that Judai doesn't have to be. Does this change the nature of what Judai feels toward Yubel? Is loving Yubel Judai's obligation, his nature, or his choice? Can it be multiple of these things, or all three?

You could argue it's none of those things, really; you could say Judai owes Yubel nothing and doesn't care about Yubel at all, but simply fused with them to save his friends and the world. I think that interpretation ignores how Judai's attitude towards Yubel visibly changes once he remembers the true depth of their connection, though, and what that says about how he views them.

But without direct word about what Judai was thinking during this moment, in the end the exact feelings Judai has about Yubel and the fusion are a matter of interpretation and/or headcanon. Regardless, it leaves room for a lot of fascinating questions about how their past bears upon the present...which are never revisited for some reason.

Well, that's what fandom is for I guess. The only value I have to contribute to the GX fandom is yelling about Soulshipping so here I am.

#yugioh gx #yugioh series #meta #soulshipping #judai yuki #yubel #i wasn't sure i wanted to repost this #but you know what #i'm about to have a very exhausting october #so this is me treating myself #by making my love for reincarnation stories everyone else's problem #also thanks as usual to kaiowut99/GymLeaderLance99 for the subs #sorry i've run up the ep155 view count a ton for reference purposes

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gold-rhine · 2 years ago

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Xiao x Gn! Reader

Warnings: not safe for work, but this one turned out much softer than usual. Sub\dom!reader undertones are still kinda there, but give it a try even if you’re not into this dynamic. First time, handjob, anal sex, mentions of voeyrism (kinda? briefly through the dream), I’m gonna say “cock”, but it stands for strap too, it’s just awkward to keep specifying.

Wordcount: 4,3k

A\N: Repost bc my previous blog got shadowbanned. I was not sure if I knew what to do for Xiao, but then I remembered that one of his themes is dreamwalking and that’s legit my JAM. It turned out less smutty and more of a psychosexual character study, but I’m still quite fond of it. It’s pretty cheesy, but you know what, Xiao deserves a break. There will be some filth under the cut still. Shoutout to “Nothing to no one” by Gin Wigmore and Placebo’s “Protege Moi” for carrying me through this one.

Xiao is curt and intense to the point of coming off as rude, but never more harsh to anyone but himself. Longing for connection, but consciously denying it himself time after time, severity done like a mask to hide the broken, bleeding bones of gentleness, no time for “trifling human matters”, but enough to return a stolen doll to a little girl. Who the fuck do you think you’re fooling, babe.

And it’s not like he doesn’t know what he wants, oh no, he does, he just won’t admit it even under torture

Friendship lvl3: “Desire? Ha. Do not judge adepti by your mortal ideals. I have no desire.”

Friendship lvl5: “Hiding? I'm hiding nothing. I just won't speak of desire to others. Do mortals not have a rule about spoken wishes never coming true? Hm? What do you mean that's not the same?”

So you admit it, you just fucking lied at lvl3 when you said you “have no desire”?? You just gonna casually go from “Foolish mortal, I have no desires unlike you” to “Of course, I have desires, I want them so badly I won’t even speak them out loud for the fear of jinxing them.” yeah, no, that checks out, SURE.

In Xiao’s world, you don’t communicate what you want, you bottle that shit up and hide it deep inside, and you don’t even admit this bottle exists, let alone tell anyone what’s inside. You don’t believe these wishes will ever come true and you don’t think you deserve it, but because deep down you know you are a weak, corrupted creature, you still hope against all hopes and despise yourself for this foolishness.

Speaking of which, Xiao collects reasons for self-hatred like it’s his ascension material.

Like, “My only worth is as a weapon, so normal people should not interact with me because I only bring corruption and I am good for nothing outside of bloodshed”

This prickly pride of being a skillful weapon is a double-edged sword of discarding himself as being useless for anything but battle.

Like you have their little training course interaction with Ganyu during her story quest, which btw she receives positively and is grateful for his help, and Xiao’s line about it is:

“You believe a Yaksha who knows nothing more than how to massacre countless souls and emerge unscathed is a suitable mentor for such an individual?”

… babe, can you chill for like, three seconds? You made a defense mini game with like 20 slimes for her, it’s not gonna turn a cocogoat into a cold-blooded killer,

And this dismissal of self-worth outside of combat ties in nicely with bottling up a volatile mix of yearning, loneliness, frustration, despair and innate sensitivity that couldn’t be dulled down even by centuries of self-hatred and pain, and only letting it all out in an incandescent rage in battle, which leads to

“I only feel alive when fighting, which means I’m a monster who only thrives on bloodlust,” despite like, refusing himself all positive stimuli

“Thriving on bloodlust” somehow not contradicted by the fact that he yearns for beauty and hates this miserable existence so much that he’s legit jumping at the first opportunity to go out in the blaze of glory if it even has a chance to be helpful to other people, and could only be stopped by his dad's Zhongli’s intervention and all off his new friend group going “we’re would be really sad if you died”

Then he’s like “ok i’ll keep on living i guess :\”

(i’m still so salty that they didn’t let Itto talk at all, his story quest speech about sacrifice being an easy and cowardly way out to discard responsibility that doesn’t fix root problems fits Xiao’s situation SO WELL argh)

Yeah no, all other yakshas talked about wanting peace and his own namecard describes dreaming of peace and donning the mask to dance instead of killing, but yakshas are inherently bloodthirsty species, so there’s no hope for him, that checks out, sure.

So to summarize, despite how direct Xiao seems at first glance, interacting with him is actually a complex navigation between things he says out loud that he knows are not true, things he says that he can’t admit to himself are not true due to self-loathing, and just general tsundere bullshit. You’ll need a LOT of patience.

Like, does he want to be accepted and loved? Desperately. Will he accept someone trying to do so straightforwardly? Absolutely the fuck not.

If you try to straight up compliment him, he’d be like “L+ratio+you foolish mortal + You think a killer who devoured countless souls can be cute? + you have bad taste actually + that's disrespectful to the ways of the adepti”

Echoing being unable to voice his desires, Xiao can only accept warmth in indirect, stolen moments, half-glances, throwaway remarks, because connection feels too fragile to be named directly. And remember, spoken wishes never come true

The rituals are *very* intricate

You’re not just walking on eggshells around him, the eggshells are aggressively throwing themselves under your feet and biting at your ankle to make you crush them, so he can be like “see? I don’t deserve love anyway, i was right to hate myself”

like one comedy article said, “It’s good if a man is skittish and terrified of affection, like a beautiful horse that appears on the edge of a frozen lake one day and you have to tame it by bringing it a handful of food every day until it slowly comes to learn your scent (but with sex)”

That’s Xiao in a nutshell, but you’re bringing seeds to a bird-feeder and the bird has chronic pain and is scared to hurt you

Here’s the thing though. You’ll know he’s yours when he starts showing interest in your perspective on everyday things. He’s curious by nature, but never lets himself wonder, unless he’s sure beyond the doubt that his participation is wanted.

“Xiao: I have no intention of getting close to the lives of mortals.

Xiao: But I know that you often enter and leave the city, walking amidst the crowd.

Xiao: The stories of these times, or their joys... If I don't experience such things myself, it'll be hard to understand your thoughts.

So... you're doing this for me?

Xiao: Yes, to understand you.

Xiao: I had a feeling that it would be difficult, but after having such thoughts, I can't simply sit back and do nothing.”

He’s inquisitive and quick thinking, but very socially awkward and prone to hiding his true desires. So even before asking you to include him, he starts scouting your dreams.

It’s nothing invasive like devouring dreams or dragging projections into the real world. Just catching brief, fleeting glimpses,carefully pressed against the soap bubble of your dream. Even in short flashes, it helps to see things from your point of view.

…and sometimes, rarely, he catches images of how you see him, so bewilderingly different from what he’s used to, not the corruption-ridden creature with ugly lines of the fanged mask etched onto his face and blood staining his hands, but instead…

Sharp turn of his head when you call out his name, and the sun illuminates him from behind, brilliant halo shining through the messy dark hair, and he can’t even recognize himself in this memory, golden-eyed and gorgeous, so he bundles up this vision, hides it deep inside among other unattainable, undeserved, unspoken wishes.

It’s self-indulgent, a bit pathetic for the adeptus, but ultimately harmless, like a weakness for the almond tofu. A spark of sweetness to get him through the misery of his everyday life.

Until one night he catches a dream where you’re fucking him.

It throws him off balance so hard, he flees immediately, not just from the dreamspace, but teleporting to an isolated mountain peak.

But the image is seared into his retinas nonetheless.

It’s because he’s offended, he tries to tell himself. How extremely disrespectful. As if an adeptus like himself, who has no interest in the foolishness of mortal desires, would want to be sprawled under you, dizzy with pleasure, held and kissed and caressed, like he’s the most beautiful and wanted thing in the world, like touching him brings joy, like…

He has to teleport again, but it doesn’t help. Horrified, he realizes he’s aroused.

It’s a tough couple of weeks for the both of you.

He’s even more sullen and jumpy than normally, and when you ask him if everything’s okay and if there’s anything you can do to help, he gets a panicked look of a deer in headlights and vanishes.

You decide it’s probably some yaksha angst and it’s better to give him some space

You don’t remember your dream, and even if you did, you wouldn’t think much of it.

He can’t stop thinking about it. It resurfaces, uncalled, in the most inopportune moments, no matter how hard he tries to push it down. The obscene view of himself, arms over the head, parted lips, back arched and legs spread wide with you between them.

He didn’t stay long enough to catch more, but even this is enough to drive him up the walls, sometimes literally, to make him want something he can’t properly name. He was used to tolerating the constant gnawing pain of the corruption, but this needy ache is maddening, fading and reappearing when least expected to throw him off kilter.

He alternates from watching over your dreams intently to being unable to even glance at them, but on the nights when he does look, there’s nothing similar.

Which is good. It means you were not serious about it, it was just a fluke. Minds of mortals are notoriously fickle, especially in the dream state, and can produce all sorts of ridiculous fantasies and ideas that mean nothing.

Of course it meant nothing, who would seriously see a weapon for eons steeped in blood and corruption as a lover? What pleasure could you expect from someone whose very nature and purpose is slaughter? It could only lead to disappointment. Repulsion, even. It’d be preposterous to even think about it.

Which is why it’s outrageous that he *is* still thinking about it.

But now it’s been a few weeks and the pulsing want dulled down, lost a terrifying thrill of possibility of being reciprocated, and is almost ready to become another weak, shameful yearning, bottled up and shoved into a dark corner.

And then his heart jumps into his throat when he sees you dreaming of Wangshu Inn’s balcony drowned in moonlight, and he’s in your arms as you’re sitting by one of tables, he’s straddling your thighs, your mouth and hands wandering over his naked chest and collarbones.

The half-drowsed ember of desire roars back in thrice the force, and feverishly, he thinks of an idea. What if he took place of his own image? Then he could learn what it feels like. He could finally stop wondering what would happen and just get over this maddening sickness. And you won’t even notice the switch. You’ll probably end up unsatisfied because he would not be able to give you the pleasure you expected, but it’s all a fleeting, momentary dream for you anyway, not worthy of remembering in the morning.

He spent centuries hunting dreams, but never tried to become a part of them, so he doesn’t realize a simple truth: a dream cannot be entered without being shared equally.

The first thing that changes in your dream when he becomes a part of it is actually the sky, but you don’t notice it because the responsive, pliant body in your arms suddenly becomes woodenly tense. At the same time, your awareness deepens, dream becoming almost lucid, as you gain control over yourself, but not surroundings.

What confuses you even more is a barrage of strange emotions coming down at you out of nowhere: anxiety on the verge of panic, fearful anticipation, needy, smoldering fervor of desire.

You look up at Xiao’s face to see him looking almost severe if not for the heavy blush and refusal to meet your eyes, breath held nervously, and realize in an instant - this is actually him, not the figment of your imagination, it’s his thoughts and emotions you can now glimpse like he usually does with others when dreamwalking.

And also, that if you even try to acknowledge this, he’ll bolt to the other end of the world, so you don’t say anything.

It’s tempting to claim his mouth, but he’s too petrified, his jaw clenched tightly. Instead, you trail the line of kisses down his throat and feel the sharp pang of his relief at supposedly not being discovered.

You caress him slowly, carefully, moving tenderly over his arched neck, sharp curves of the collarbones, chest that rises fast and feverishly in shaky breathes, taste nervous flare of his pulse in the deliciously delicate hollow of his throat, until the warm pleasure spreads under his skin, melts frozen rigidness into a different kind of tension, a taut bowstring, drawn tightly, trembling at every touch.

When you nuzzle at the underside of his jaw, he moves his head abruptly and presses his mouth against yours, tense because he wants this so badly, but doesn’t know what to do with himself, an awkward angle and all teeth. But you take your time, slide your fingers into his hair and tilt his head, kiss his lips until he finally relaxes and opens up. When you slide your tongue against his, he makes the tiniest noise, barely audible tremble caught in his throat.

He was worried about how inexperienced he is, but when he’s too lost in the kiss, desire takes care of this easily. Without realizing, he’s arching in your arms, grinding against your legs. When you slide your hands lower, over his stomach, hips, stroke his thighs, he moans into your mouth and opens his knees wider, thrusts against you, already hard.

You slide your hand into his pants and close your fingers over his cock and he shudders, breaks the kiss, realizing what you are doing, what he was doing, how easily he’s losing control, his wild yellow eyes wide and uncertain.

“It’s okay,” you tell him softly. “Everything is going to be okay. Let me take care of you, baby.”

He catches your affection, shared through the dream, and the narrow vertical slits in his eyes widen, blackness flaring up against gold. With a short, shuddering draw of the breath, he relents, leans into you to nuzzle at your cheek. You can feel his blush heating up against your skin, flutter of the eyelashes.

You start stroking his cock slowly, holding him with your other arm, whisper sweet reasurings into his ears, understanding how hard it is for him to show vulnerability, even under the supposed disguise.

His hips start moving again, now in rhythm with your hand, and you quicken the pace. Suddenly, you realize he’s naked except for the gloves, because the dream lets things happen easier, removes inconveniences, requiring nothing but mutual intent. You can’t help but smirk, press a wet kiss to the side of his jaw and twist your hand over the head of his cock. He lets out a stifled gasp, his tip throbs and starts leaking in your palm. He lifts his arms as if to grasp at your shoulders, but stops before he can touch you, lets them drop.

But you notice that something is wrong with his hands - the gloves are a part of him, darkness etched painfully into his flesh, and instead of the slender fingers you know he actually has, his hands end in ugly sharp claws, covered in splotches of dried blood. Your heart breaks a little when you realize this is how he sees himself, this is what he thinks his touch would feel like. But you cannot argue directly, can’t say that it’s not true without breaking a fragile silence between you, acknowledging that it’s actually him.

So instead you catch his chin in your free hand. “Hey, look at me.”

He meets your eyes, his own hazy, feverish with need, but he looks at you intensely. “You are so good,” you tell him quietly, holding his gaze even as his eyes widen, your hand over his cock moving faster and faster. “You are so beautiful, baby. I wouldn’t want anyone else in the world here instead of you.”

He cries out, sharp and surprised, almost pained with helplessness, like a hawk shot in the air midflight, and comes undone. When he unravels in your arms, his old, half-forgotten, buried dreams spill out too.

So when he falls back, tugging you with him, he lands not on wooden planks of Wangshu Inn’s balcony, but on the soft cover of tangled lush grass. Tall green stalks meet over your head, as if trying to protect, hide a secret from the world.

A strange word from the ancient, dead language surfaces in your mind, a word that meant “sea of wind” - a name of vast grasslands that once covered these plains, endless green waves that rolled under the breeze from horizon to horizon.

His body is pale under you, dappled in moonlight that manages to get through the hover of softly wavering grass. Flickering light of the fireflies, green and lemony-yellow, doesn’t illuminate anything, but only makes the dark emerald shadows deeper in-between the narrow stalks where they move. But his golden eyes are very bright, still quietly shocked, searching, never leaving your face like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he looks away.

You smile, lean down to catch his mouth, and he kisses you with abandon, still awkward, but with sweetness that neither you nor him knew he was capable of. The air smells faintly of warm earth, fresh grass and bittersweet Qingxin flowers. The moments stretch for eternity like only dreams allow for, full moon halting in the dark starry skies above.

He wants more, but he doesn’t know how to ask for it, doesn’t have the words. But in this state of bewildered, warm haziness, drunk of both lust and certainty of your desire, his shame evaporates. He remembers the first dream he saw, the image that haunted him for weeks, and recreates it - arms thrown over head, arched back and spread legs.

Except he looks infinitely better, countless details that the fantasy could not account for, - breathless, tangled in green shadows and silver moonlight, lithe and wiry-muscled, heavy flush of his cheeks contrasted to the eager, glowing gold eyes, arm flexing under tattoo as he clutches at the grass to keep himself still, subtle tremble of his open thighs, hard, pulsing cock, leaking on the tense stomach, already stained with cum.

In the waking world, you’d spend considerable time preparing him, given how inexperienced and sensitive he is. Even without that consideration, another time you’d want to go teasingly slowly, make him writhe on your fingers, plead for mercy.

But right now, in these stolen moonlit moments it feels too ugent, too desperate, and the fever of a dream lets you skip the steps, sweep right into sliding into him. This time he arches under you not for show, silent gasp and widened eyes.

You pause, letting him adjust to the feeling of your cock inside of him, ravish him with kisses in the meanwhile, feel him squirm, overwhelmed and gratified by both sensations and your hunger for him. When he finally bucks his hips against you, you start moving, first carefully, then turning to the hard, firm pace, and it runs through him, echoes in choked grunts and feverish drum of the heart. The dream bends to this steady beat, light of the fireflies pulsing in tact, and somehow he’s both on the grass beneath you and rising up, in the same rhythm, sharp cyclical thrusts upwards.

Suddenly, sky spills all around you, the lights of stars mingling with the fireflies in between the narrow grass stalks, and golden wings of the wind that takes you upward beat in the rhythm of your movement. The sky around you is too vast and sharp, the depth and freedom you’ve never seen before, and you realize this is what it feels like to taste the joy of a creature born to soar.

He’s too lost in the pleasure, looking up at you, the sky opening up for him with every thrust, every lunge. He can’t remember the last time when he took flight just for the joy of it, when he looked up instead of down to track the enemies and come crashing in a flurry of broken spears. All these centuries of being sure he was made for violence, and suddenly it sheds off him like dust, all this time thinking he can only feel alive during battle, and now his body sings so easily, so naturally, and it sings of wind and starlight, not of rage and blood.

When he reaches the peak of the ascent, time slows down for a weightless, breathless moment, a precipice after which he usually turns flight into a controlled, violent plunge. Instead, with a quiet, helpless moan, he closes his eyes and lets himself fall.

Stars burn under his eyelids, ancient, forgotten constellations flaring up, mixing with the current ones, until it’s impossible to tell them apart, entangled like your bodies in the soft grass that was destroyed centuries ago, a new celestial atlas that exists only for the two of you.

Even as he curls against you after, soft and sweet, you can feel bitter, ashen current staining the dream: he thinks this is the only time he gets to feel happy. And in the moment, it seems absolutely ludicrous to keep the pretense of not knowing that it’s him and let him wallow in his angst.

“Xiao,” you tell him quietly, gently stroking sharp knobs of his spine, “it’s okay. You can be mine. The world is not going to end.”

He freezes for a second, his eyes going wide in panic, and then vanishes abruptly. Dream shatters into a thousand shards, and you wake up with a gasp.

You give him a few days to process and then, on the moonlit Wangshu’s balcony after all the guests have left, you quietly call his name.

He appears on the other side of the balcony, arms crossed, looking sullen and severe, which could look intimidating if you didn’t know him and if not for a little detail.

“You don’t have to stand that far, I can still see that you’re blushing.”

He scowls. “What do you want?”

“I thought we should talk about what happened.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. It was foolish. For both of us.”

“Talk for yourself.”

“No, it was extremely foolish for you too,” he says with sudden, agitated passion. “You knew what I am, I’ve told you from the start to keep your distance. I’ve never asked you to… I’ve warned you to treat me as a weapon, and…”

“Oh, don’t give me that crap again! I’ve tasted your sky. I know the violence is not your only nature.”

He chokes on his breath, looks away, then says quietly.

“It may not be, but it is the only thing I’m proficient with. So what does it matter what was once my nature? There are many others, more suitable for you to…”

“Well, that’s not for you to decide. You don’t get to tell me who I want. You can only choose for yourself.”

He glances at you very quickly and looks away again with a quiet “Hmph,” but you can tell how torn and unsure of what to do he is.

“Xiao,” you say softly, reaching out to him. “Come here.”

He looks at you for a long moment and then vanishes. You curse under your breath and flop down on a chair in frustration. But then suddenly the air smells sharply of ozone and in a flurry of teal and black, Xiao appears on top of you.

He looks incredibly irritated and refuses to meet your eyes, but he’s straddling you, so you grin and grip his hips. His hand instinctively moves to cover yours, but he stops himself before he can touch you. This time you don’t have to pretend you don’t notice.

You catch his hand and gently pull off the tight-fitting black glove. He finally looks at you, surprised.

“What are you doing?”

“Hm?” you fake innocence, because two can play the ‘not acknowledging true subtext of the actions’ game. “I don’t know what your plans were when you landed on top of me, but sex generally requires undressing.”

He frowns in confusion, then freezes when you bring his hand to your mouth. His pale fingers are long and bony, and you hold his gaze while pointedly kissing each angular knuckle. It only fully hits him when you turn his hand and press your lips to his scarred palm, then move them down to the tender skin of his wrist.

He doesn’t say anything, but his narrow pupils widen in an instant, and when you kiss him, you can feel his hands slowly, hesitantly sliding over your shoulders.

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not-goldy · 8 months ago

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Well then who do you suggest FRI(end)S is about then? Its a very direct romantic song about wanting to be lovers not friends with someone who he knows feels the same way about him, he's just wanting them to make it official. He said you and I go back to like '09 and well if shippers are trying to relate to Jk and Jimin which seems to be the two main contenders. He met Jk mid 2011 & Jimin a few months later in early 2012, so it puts them both in that time frame according to shippers, to relate to that lyric. However out of those two, Tae publicly shot down rumors about one and went on to write a song about falling in love with his best friend after he called Jimin his only best friend and saying Jimin is the one who comforted him and cried with him at night when he was sad and down, which is also line he mentions in the song, along with the title of the song being the same as one he already has with Jimin. I feel like shippers are skirting around the issue, that if the song is indeed about Jimin, which he is by far the strongest contender here, then clearly Tae knows something about Jikook's relationship that we don't since he feels comfortable enough with these declarations to Jimin for years. Telling him likes him to his face that got picked up on his mic we weren't suppose to hear Or saying he likes him the most in front of jk or writing songs about him with not so friendly lyrics, like his christmas song that got rejected. Do you not think that is rude toward Jk if Jikook are together? The more Tae does things like this toward Jikook's relationship, the more questions gets raised. Even his public behavior toward Jk this past year saying Jk was serenading him with songs or sending him songs talking about two sinners & reposting tkk to his account, doesn't paint Jk & Jikook in a very good light either. If he's talking about even one of them in that song, regardless of who, it raises questions about Jikook either way and thats the issue that all shippers from every end, are skirting around. So where does that leave Jikook in this mess? I'm genuinely asking.

Isnt this ask redundant?

I've answered several asks on this already.

It's about a friend he's fallen in love with.

He's in love with his friend because this friend got him through a phase of loneliness and their words and actions got him feeling they are more than friends or should be more than friends.

Aahhh I see your tangent. You can leave Jikook out of this please and thank you they in MS bootcamp minding their gay business together.

What Tae does is Taes own problem. Who he falls for is his own cap of tea where he stumbles is his croissant. Has nothing to do with Jimin.

People like what they can't have.

He's not the only one to "disrespect" Jk to his face as you put it. JK literally got viscerally angry at Namjoon for blatantly flirting with Jimin in his face. Per your logic that shouldn't have happened at all if Namjoon knew what was up with Jikook yet it happened.

We've seen him over the years huff and puff over people acting funny with Jimin and We've seen Jimin equally go cross eyed with certain members crossing the line with Kook.

Just because Jungkook has boundaries don't mean people are automatically going to respect it or be considerate towards him.

And don't get me started on Tae and boundaries or the lack of it cos it's an encyclopedia full my guys a menace sometimes like why strike someone naked to shower with them BOUNDARIES BBY BOY BOUNDARIES HAVE SOME😩

I think his feelings are totally valid and he's allowed to speak his truth no matter how crazy the world perceive it. I mean he'll in his MV he literally portrays they world going mad around him when he finally finds love. It be like that. His forbidden romance trope is glaringly obvious so don't skirt that either.

Arianna Grande literally sang breakup with your girlfriend and no one clutched their purse. Suddenly when a man sings about falling for his friend who is dating another Suddenly it's unheard off and difficult to wrap around.

People like to play with fire. People like forbidden love so falling for your friends boyfriend is the least jaw dropping human weakness.

Hypothetically of course.

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koinotame · 11 months ago

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gacha isekai ocs (old)

word count: 7K content warnings: seriously unhealthy relationship dynamics, implied past abuse, dehumanisation and objectification (both reader -> character and character -> self), power imbalances (in both directions—reader usually has the power in the relationship but the others are much stronger in abilities), nsfw (not explicit but frequent), violence and murder (frequently mentioned but not descriptive), mild gore (particularly in the first hero and disgraced god's section, not super descriptive but not super mild either), bugs (only mentioned, maggots and worms), some cringy humour i'm sorry i wrote this when i was 18 and it shows

a/n: this is a repost (unedited)! basic idea: gacha isekai where the mc (you) doesn’t take anything particularly seriously and everyone summoned by them becomes kind of infatuated with them. under the cut for length + this is badly formatted

ok so some basic ideas.

mc is a twin and has to find a way to find their twin again while also saving the world or something. you didn’t really pay attention to that part

also mc isn’t like. a Great Person. they’re not horrible either, but they’re certainly not the usual goody two shoes mcs in isekais

what their og world is like isn’t ever really specified, but they didn’t have a great relationship with their parents and really only had their twin to rely on

they um. kind of see the people they summon as collectible characters? once they get to know them more and as the story progresses this attitude does fade away a bit, but it was certainly there in the beginning, and it does affect the way the people think about them

outside of their twin, they’re very short-term focused. what they want or need matters a lot more to them than anything else, even if it’s something serious like, you know, the whole saving-the-world thing. who cares? you’re more interested in lunch than this boring meeting

then there’s the first prince! he’s softspoken and polite, but painfully distanced. he was the one to summon you, and he’s been with you the longest.

at first he was so… awfully distant. despite summoning you and dumping such a huge responsibility on you, he’s saying he wants to remain allies and nothing else? damn, okay, fuck you too.

eventually he does warm up to you, and before long he realises he’s hopefully in love with you. obsessed, even. he’s got your entire schedule memorised and he’s gotten so uncomfortably jealous of how much time you spend with the other summoned and he may or may not have a shrine in his room dedicated to you and the thought of you defiling him does things to him and—

well. before he knows it, he’s gotten way ahead of himself. his feelings for you have gripped his heart and have no intention of letting go, and he’ll die before letting them go. without you, life has no meaning. figuratively too, he supposes, because without you they’d lose the war, but he means it very literally.

he’s sworn to himself that he won’t get ahead of himself, that your relationship matters more than whatever he may want. so he’s fine with being your (hopefully best) friend. he’s fine with you only using him when it’s convenient for you. he’s fine with whatever you may decide to do. if you discard him, that just means he disappointed you and needs to work harder to be useful to you again, right?

somehow he’s managed to drive another wall between you two. he’s gotten so used to placing you on a pedestal that being close to you, being equal to you is unthinkable for him. naturally, you lose interest and begin to hang out with others more, but that causes him to panic and begin to desperately do anything that might regain your favour. he’ll push beyond his limits, make a fool of himself, whatever you desire, so please just take him back, please place your attention back on him…!! and then when you do he just places that wall up again. there’s no winning here, it’s just an endless loop of him distancing himself and then panicking when he loses you and then "earning" you back, and then he’s distancing himself again.

one time he offered to let you take your frustrations out on him and you misunderstood his intentions and just hugged him tightly for several minutes straight. it wasn’t what he meant but holding you in his arms was amazing in its own right, so he certainly had no complaints.

the first hero you summon is cheerful and chipper, and makes you think of chips. when you tell him this he’s nothing short of confused, asking why he reminds you of wood chips?? what??

you find it hard to take him seriously, and while at first he’s happy he can amuse his summoner, it starts getting grating as time passes and he becomes more infatuated with you. that’s all he’ll ever be, right? that one guy that’s comic relief and nothing else.

he doesn’t want to act out and cause trouble, but. there’s got to be some way to get your attention back on him, right? there’s got to be some way to get you to take him seriously, right…? right…?

he doesn’t mind humiliating himself in the worst ways, or making a fool of himself, or ruining any chances he had at being anything in life, as long as you look at him. he wishes you’d look at him differently, like he actually means something, but he’ll settle for being your jester if it even so much as slightly amuses you. nothing is off limits for you.

but eventually he, too, reaches his limit. every time you laugh at him, he feels like crying. he can feel himself being painfully turned on and it’s horrible. he’s miserable, and even then, even then…!! he’s still getting off to it, because it’s you making him miserable. he can’t take it anymore, it’s not fair! he keeps repeating that to himself, but no matter how much he says it he can’t bring himself to change anything. to go against what’s been established is to go against you, isn’t it? and there’s no way he could ever do that.

he does throw himself into battle more often, though, becoming more and more reckless, to the point where he often gets injured. it doesn’t matter for who, since he doesn’t matter anyway. someone as insignificant as him will never matter, not to you, and not to the world. but then you get worried about him and scold him, and even go as far as telling him to be more careful because you care about him… and in that moment he realises, he’s made a grave mistake. it doesn’t matter whether he matters to the world, because you are the only one in the world who matters.

he’ll do anything for you, he says, grasping your hand, and while it’s clear you doubt his sincerity, he speaks nothing but the truth. he wishes you’d believe him a bit more, but it’s okay that you don’t. anything you do is okay, after all. you could dig your finger into his wounds and wiggle it around and he’d thank you for blessing him with your touch. the sting could never compare to you. and either way, it doesn’t really matter whether you doubt him or not, right? it just means he hasn’t properly proved himself, and he’ll work his life away proving himself even the smallest amount, for you. all for you.

the second hero you summon is the serious type, of course. the take-no-nonsense type. the type that doesn’t fall for cute summoners who treat them like objects… right?

nope! he did fall for you, treating him like an object and all.

after being treated as someone special for his entire life, being treated just like any other guy is a surprising breath of fresh air. you don’t have any expectations of him, and while it seems like a blessing at first, it quickly becomes disappointing. if you’re not expecting anything of him, you’ll be impressed by anything he does, but at the same time, you won’t be upset if he messes up. this sounds like a blessing but for some reason he just can’t bring himself to think that way.

maybe… maybe he wants you to be mad at him, to be mad at him and not his role as a knight. to finally be acknowledged as a person rather than the role he was born to fulfil. but you never see past him as a person, either. you don’t expect anything, and by the same logic you aren’t disappointed when he fails you. you do lose interest, though, and for some reason he finds himself thinking that he’d rather be thought of as a tool by you than lose your interest.

he never liked being treated like a tool. he never liked it when nobody saw him for him. but now that someone does see him for him, it’s uncomfortable. he’d… rather go back to being a tool. at least it was comfortable then, at least he knew what to expect. now it feels like he offers up the most vulnerable parts of himself without receiving yours in return, and there’s nothing more painful than being seen and then discarded. please, won’t you take him back? he’ll work very hard for your sake, and be your and only your knight. he’ll throw away everything for you, so, please, look his way once more?

he found it annoying and offputting at first, but now he’ll die before admitting that he secretly likes it when you treat him as a collectible. something about the dehumanisation of it all really just… gets to him. he’s okay with it, but only if it’s you. if you asked, he’d say it’s okay with him, but in reality he quite likes it. he wants you to treat him as a collectible, as if he’s below you. because, really, the truth is? he is. he is so incredibly below you that he cannot stand it. and he loves it.

of course there’s a vampire somewhere, and boy this guy sure is a vampire. he’s playful and has those old man vibes that only young-looking anime guys seem to have.

aw! is his first reaction upon being summoned. getting summoned by someone this cute? what a wonderful start to his day! and then you give him a deadpan and tell him to move, you’ve still got a couple more summons to do, and the words go straight to his dick. he shuffles out of the way awkwardly and watches you do your thing, but it’s not before you’ve talked a couple more times that he really starts to feel things.

what kind of things, you may ask? well, all sorts of things. he starts feeling light(er than usual, given he doesn’t weight much and floats easily), and his stomach fills with a flurry of tiny bats and butterflies whenever you’re around. every word leaves him captivated, and he can’t help the hearts that glow in his eyes every time he sets his sight on you.

he’s sworn his undying loyalty to you already, of course, but sometimes he throws in a comment that he’d kill anyone who’s giving you trouble. it kills him whenever you trace his throat with your finger and push up his chin and call him a cute little puppy and ahh!! he knows he’s the vampire, but he’d much rather you bite and suck him! mark him, bite him hard enough to draw blood, sink your teeth into him anywhere you’d like, cover him in bruises and scratches, whatever you want! anything is fine, as long as it shows he’s yours and only yours.

is it too much to ask that you just hold him down and call him a bad boy when he can’t take it anymore?? he’d like to be your good boy too, but even thinking about being your bad boy and needing to be punished by you sends all the blood in his body out of his brain and into his dick…!! he just needs to be your boy, okay? good or bad or anything in between is fine, as long as he’s yours!

leave him hanging by only a thread and then mock him when he’s left flushed and drooling. pinch him and drag the most obscene sounds out of him, and certainly don’t stop when he asks you to. step on him and call him pathetic for enjoying this. tie him up and gag him, take away all his power. he won’t be satiated until he’s assured that he’s completely and utterly beneath you, that he couldn’t fight back even if he wanted to (and trust him, he doesn’t). he’s yours, and only yours. your bad little boy.

would also kill for you, though. like, definitely, no questions asked. anytime, anyplace, anyreason. if it’s you, he doesn’t need a reason. you’re the reason his life has meaning again, isn’t that reason enough? without you, he’d be nothing. so for you, he’ll be everything.

and there’s a werewolf too, of course! his tail starts wagging every time he thinks of you, and he loves loves loves it when you pet his head or give him headscratches or call him a good boy—

he’s the goodest boy! only for you <3

as soon as he saw you, he knew. he knew you were The One, the only one with any meaning in this godforsaken world. so, of course, he had to devote himself to you, forever and always. even if it turned out that you weren’t, well, it’d be too late to go back then, right? a wolf’s loyalty is unquestionable, and to throw it away would mean throwing away his pride as a person worthy of living. even if he made the wrong choice, that’d be his sin to bear, and he should be the one to live the consequences.

but he didn’t make the wrong choice. not at all. in fact, he made the best choice of his life. you really are deserving of everything he has to give—no, scratch that. you’re deserving of everything the world has to give, and so much more. he’d massacre villages, towns, cities, countries, continents, if it meant anything to you. you mean everything to him, so it’s only right that he puts in his everything for you.

he might get dejected if you don’t scratch him, or pet him, or pay enough attention to him in general, but he’s happy to just sit at your legs and growl like a guard dog at anyone who comes to close. or let you fawn over him, much in the same way you would to a dog. something about being beneath you like that, being nothing but a cute puppy for you do play with, really gets him going. that’s what loyalty’s all about, yeah?

sometimes he gets so passionate over you that he starts repeating words and rambling and tripping over himself. this trait carries over to the bedroom too. whenever someone hears him get really passionate, they know he’s talking about you. it’s not that he sounds disinterested in other things, but there’s something about his passion about you that just… surpasses everything else.

whenever he’s done something to displease you, he gives you the saddest puppy eyes and tearfully asks if he’s been a bad boy…? if you say no, he’s been a good boy, he gets excited and his tail starts wagging. he’s been a good boy!!! but if you say yes, he’s been a bad boy, he gets excited. he can’t help it, but the idea of you putting him in his place and teaching him and molding him into your idea of a good boy… god, there’s nothing better in the world, is there?

ah, silly him. you are god.

of course there’s also the playboy! well, past playboy. he’s probably the only one who’s advances you actually acknowledge, but knowing his habits you just can’t bring yourself to actually take him seriously (as… seriously as you take anything, anyway). but, god, he wishes you did.

he really didn’t take you that seriously when you first summoned him, and that’s the worst mistake he’s ever made. how could he ignore you? how could he not see you for what you’re worth? it eats away at him. if he could change one thing in his miserable life, it’d be to treat you better from the start. to treat you like the god you clearly are.

he took a bit to really warm up to you, but once he did his feelings for you got out of hand very quickly. it seems like just a week ago that he started to consider you a friend, how can he not go a moment without thinking about you now…? but even those feelings of apprehension melt away very quickly, and then, truly, all he thinks about is you.

links back everything to you. oh, these flowers on the side of the road? they’re the same colour as your eyes, so he thought of you! oh, these sugar cubes by his tea? they’re sweet, but nothing is sweeter than you, so of course he thought of you! the earrings he’s wearing? they’re similar in colour to your favourite food, and you look so cute when you’re eating that… ahhh!! you’re so cute!!! he even thinks of you when plunging his blade into enemies. he’s doing this for your sake, so isn’t it natural he thought of you?

definitely the type to bring you on extravagant dates. he’d plan it all out and insist on paying for everything. today is about treating you, okay? so just sit back and let him spoil you, okay? nevermind the fact that he’s said this for the past 50 dates. well, not that you think of them as dates, and he’s okay with that. as long as you’re enjoying yourself, it doesn’t really matter if you acknowledge his advances. but, just so you know, he hasn’t even thought of any others since he started taking you out. he’s serious, okay? please believe him when he says that.

also he knows… a lot about you. it’s concerning. nothing that really infringes on your privacy, but it’s a little… excessive, how much he knows about your small habits and how much information solely about you he memorises. it’s the little things, like how you scrunch up your nose when you’re about to sneeze or the difference in your missing-home-and-twin absentminded expression and your thinking-about-things-and-zoning-out absentminded expression.

he just loves you so so much, you’re all he thinks about. this should be concerning, but how could he find it anything other than right when you’re so amazing? only seeing you, only thinking about you, you you you… he wouldn’t mind it if you tied him up and he’d really have no choice but to only look at and think about you, you know?

no fantasy isekai is complete without the immortal dude! after centuries of suffering and losing those he loves, he’ll make sure you won’t ever come to harm, even if it costs him countless lives and immeasurable pain.

this guy’s pretty soft compared to the others! he’s very soft in general… at least when it comes to you.

he’s probably one of the ones that takes the longest in warming up to you, but he’s also definitely the most pleasant one to get to know. he’s very polite and treats you normally, plus he’s not a previous enemy. it’s almost like having a normal friend, one you’re eternally grateful in this new and confusing world. his descent into adoration is a subtle one, but eventually even he finds himself ensnared in your charms.

he’s still very gentle with you. he’s concerned first and foremost with your safety and comfort. his comes only after yours. you are, at all times, his first and only priority. he’s not very concerned with making his affections clearly romantic, and is more than happy to remain your friend. as long as you’re doing well, it doesn’t matter to him what or how he is. you’ve become the only source of his happiness, and for your sake he’s willing to endure anything. all of his years of suffering mean nothing now that he knows you.

on the occasions that you do go out into battle, he acts as your sword and shield. he’s not great with fighting, but he’ll throw himself onto any incoming weaponry, deflecting all attacks meant for you onto himself. it’s the only way he knows how to be useful. he’d rather you stay far, far away from any battles, but if you insist on it the least he can do is keep you safe. if you ever complain about how you don’t like seeing him in pain, he gets even softer (if that’s possible) and does his best to not get hurt… where you can see. it’s not like it’s going to permanently hurt him; so what you don’t know won’t hurt you.

he likes to cook and sew for you. if you mention you like sweets, he’ll bake treats for you constantly too. he loves to spoil you. seeing your content and happy face is all he needs in life. he’s very good at knowing your limits, too; if you like it when he does all the little things for you, he’ll notice and do them, and if you prefer to be more independent then he won’t. his love language is definitely acts of service, but he’ll switch it up to whatever you prefer.

loves to watch you in general. not in a creepy way, but rather in a 'oh my god i’m so in love with this person and i’m so happy they’re in my life. what did i ever do to deserve this' way. he gets such a soft look on his face when he watches you, no matter how close or far away from you he is. it’s very easy to check if he’s able to spot you when you’re not in the room; his expression completely gives him away and it wouldn’t be the first time someone walked in and was creeped out because like. you’re not in the room?? is he like… thinking about you while staring out the window—oh no nevermind. you’re sitting outside.

doesn’t think of you as a god or anything like that, just someone regular but so very special to him. you mean the world to him, perhaps to an unhealthy degree, but he doesn’t view you as Inherently Above him in the same way a lot of the other guys do. it doesn’t matter to him whether he’s worthy of you or not; what matters most is your wellbeing. his feelings are inconsequential in comparison to that, but the truth is he’s happy if you are. it’s not that his emotions are tied to yours in the same way some of the others’ are, he’s just happy when he gets to see you and know you’re content and happy. it’s all he could wish for in life. nothing else matters anymore.

definitely likes holding you… he gets a bit bashful about being held, though. he loves any affection you give him, don’t get him wrong! but… won’t you let him spoil you? you deserve the world, and so, so much more. let him hold your face gently and whisper praises and admissions of care. let him hold you in his arms and rub your back during a rainy day. let him make you lunch and fix up your clothes. let him dote on you. he’ll take wonderful care of you. you think so too as you fall asleep on his chest. the fondest look is reflected in his eyes at you, and in that moment, he knows. nothing matters but you.

there’s the living doll too… you’re starting to notice there’s some tropes going on here and frankly like, it’s not helping you see them as people and not characters, but this one’s not used to being treated as a person anyway so it’s fine, right? right!

you’re not sure what pronouns to use for them when they show up first. they just stand there, mismatched eyes staring straight through you. so you ask, and it’s only after a few minutes that you notice they’re not blinking. or breathing, for that matter. they can still talk, for some reason, but they don’t do it often. they move effortlessly, but you can hear the faint sound of something (plastic? hard metal covered in something soft? you can’t tell) clinking. and… and… they’re so pretty?? wahh, it’s not fair!!!

your first meeting was a bit messy, with the staring contest and then your outburst over how pretty they were, but they quickly take to following you everywhere. like… everywhere. you draw the line when they try following you into the bathroom. they take your orders to heart and follow them to a T, too. if you tell them to stay put, they won’t move an inch. it was nice to have some alone time again, but when you pass by the hallway where you told them to stay and notice that they’re still standing there, after a couple days, you realise it’s, um. not that great, actually.

they feel happiest when they’re by your side. it’s weird, something like them shouldn’t know happiness. they shouldn’t know any emotions; how could they? but the fuzzy feeling they get when they’re with you, or when they think of you, and the gut wrenching feeling they get when they see you unhappy or when they haven’t seen you in a while certainly feels like an emotion. one day they ask you if it’s okay to feel emotions, and your response is very you ("??? yes?? of course??"), but it’s almost like they’ve received permission from you. to feel for you. to feel because of you. and so they decide to only feel for and because of you. nothing else has any real meaning, not to them. only you do.

they like it when you tell them what to do. they’re never sure what pleases or displeases you, so they prefer to rely on you to tell them how to do anything. they like it when you dress them up, too. you always treat them so gently, as opposed to their previous owner, but it wouldn’t bother them if you treated them more roughly. actually… please treat them more roughly. you always treat them like they’ll break at any moment, and they cherish anything you grace them with, but they can take it too, you know? they can be reliable, too; you can rely on them! even if you’re the one taking care of them, they’d like you to know that they can take care of you or whatever you need them to do. even if they break, they can just be patched up again. you can’t, so, please, let them take care of things for you, too.

they’re yours, you know? do whatever you’d like with them. make them do whatever you’d like. no matter what, as long as it’s you, they’ll be happy.

and the poor lab experiment… they expect you to treat them badly, but you don’t. you treat them gently, with care, as if they’ll break if you’re any rougher, and it brings tears to their eyes. but… you never rely on them. do you not see any use in them? or do you just prefer coddling them? they’re not sure what you’d prefer from them, and they’re torn on what they should do. should they prove their worth to you? or should they sit back and let you decide everything?

they’re constantly thinking about you, and how to best please and serve you. they’re quick to tear up and punish themselves when they mess up, since you won’t do it. it’s not an attempt to guilt trip you or anything either, it’s just genuinely what they think is best to do. punishments after mistakes is the only thing they know. how else are they supposed to learn?

when you point out that no matter how badly they hurt themself, they seem unfazed, because they’re just that used to being hurt, so there’s no point to "punishing" themself or whatever they’re calling it, they’re dumbfounded. what else are they supposed to do…?? they start tearing up again, thinking you’re saying their behaviour is incorrigible. if you’re saying they’ll never be good enough for you… of course you must be right, but that doesn’t stop it from hurting. instead, you propose, you have another idea. they light up at this. surely you’ll correct their behaviour… only for you to gently bandage their wounds and hug them into your chest. it’s nice, it’s so very nice, and that’s what makes it uncomfortable. they’ve never been given anything nice. how are they supposed to react to this??

when they realise you’ve been coddling them every time they mess up, they get upset again. not at you, exactly, but they do end up tearfully asking you how that’s supposed to correct their behaviour, how it’s supposed to correct them… and when you point out that it’s helped much more than their methods have, they don’t know what to say. you insist that hurting someone who messes up doesn’t help them learn, and that messing up doesn’t diminish their worth or mean they deserve to be hurt, they tear up all over again. what did they ever do to deserve someone like you…?

but then they realise you’ve stopped relying on them for, well… anything. and their mind is quick to trace the decrease in you depending on them to when they started showing you any vulnerability. oh no… have they scared you off?? have they messed up your perception of them? how can they atone for this? how can they remedy this? so they attempt to toughen themselves up. if you see how strong they are, you’ll make use of them, right? but they’re a crybaby through and through and they’re quick to crumble in on themself again. you do notice this, though, and start coddling them again. they don’t know how to feel; anything you do feels heavenly, but it feels wrong to not be able to service you in any way.

once they open up how they feel to you, you’re quick to reassure them that it’s fine. you don’t need them to do anything. you’ll help them get better, but that’s a step they need to take. this was probably one of the first times you really started to separate the people you’d summoned from their roles. beneath everything, they were just… people. so you put on your best smile and tell them you’re grateful and that they have helped you, and continue to help you every day, even if they haven’t done anything directly. and it’s at that moment that they realise…

it doesn’t matter what you do, it’s their duty to sit there and take it.

and of course the shy mage’s apprentice! they’re still learning but their skills shouldn’t be underestimated. they are, after all, still a capable apprentice for one of the most powerful mages in the world. the only thing that can rival their skills is their affection for you.

it didn’t take very long for them to fall for you. a few kind words here and there, and they found themself head over heels for you. they hadn’t had any sort of meaningful interaction with others in centuries, and their previous teacher wasn’t exactly keen on praising them. so when you come along and treat them kindly… how could they not fall in love with you?

they tend to get lost in their own fantasies a lot. daydreams about them serving you tea, about you praising them and patting their head, about making you happy, about them brutally crushing your enemies, about them kneeling down and kissing your hand like they’re your knight, about you cupping their cheek, about you calling them cute, about even having a normal conversation, about you tying them up and getting them off with only your foot and degrading them or teasing them with only your hands, touching everywhere but there and cooing at them, about you using them for your pleasure and your pleasure alone, completely disregarding them… ahh, they’ve gotten ahead of themself, haven’t they??

very big on pleasing you! they’ll do whatever you want, so please direct them in whatever way you see fit…! if you want them to slave away for you, they will! if you want them to throw themselves into battle, they’ll train away day and night! if you want them to create powerful spells or potions for your benefit, they’ll spend every waking moment in their lab! if you want them to be your courier or help out with menial tasks, then that’s their job now and they’ll put their all into it! if you even… want them to just spend time with you, then they’ll drop everything and stay with you. whatever you want them to do, they’ll do without hesitation, without complaint.

when it comes to you, there’s nothing they won’t do. their own moral code is thrown out of the window and replaced with yours. rather than striving to become your ideal, they strive to be the most useful to you. they don’t necessarily want to do everything for you—they want to see you shine—but they don’t want you to do everything for them either. they want to be of best use to you, and it’s not up to them to decide how they’re the most useful to you. that’s up to you and you only.

they’re yours and yours only. use them however you wish. that’s what would make them happiest.

then there’s the disgraced god. the one who used to be a normal person (of… some sort) and whose anger and hurt caused them to ascend to divinity. the one whose rage wiped out worlds. the one who goes soft for you and you only.

they’ve long since forgotten their name, centuries having passed since they last heard it. they’re not even sure that would’ve been their original name, or one given to them by some lowly maggots. they don’t mind whatever you call them, though, so when you decide to dub them grima they have no complaints. one time they asked you why you’d picked that particular name, since it didn’t seem like a regular name in this world, any of the ones they’d travelled to or your own, and you just said something about "well, you have a worm kink, so." though you notice very quickly they’re a lot less prickly than grima.

definitely calls others worms (or maggots, or whatever other insignificant and disgusting bug they can think of), but stopped calling you that a long time ago. the lack of buggy nicknames is an honour reserved solely for you, so treasure it. or don’t, it’s up to you. if you say the way they address others bothers you, they’ll stop doing it… in front of you. not that anyone would dare rat on them. would call you their little mortal if they didn’t dislike being reminded of the fact that you’d die and leave them one day.

blanched when they asked you what a "worm kink" is, and spent several hours assuring you they would never be interested in pathetic worms. you are the only one in the whole universe who would ever reach their level (and even exceed it). they were ready to strip right then and there to prove it if you didn’t wave your arms around and exclaim that it was a joke! you only made the comparison because the grima you were familiar with, the fictional character, was also a god who called others worms! stop stripping…!!

they don’t dream of being degraded by you like most of the others, but they wouldn’t really mind what you want. they’re always ready to change their physical body to suit your preferences (at first they were only thinking of their sexual organs, but they’d happily do this for their general appearance too), and their preferences are whatever you want to do. they’d probably be more of a slow and soft service top if left to their own devices, but when they say they’ll do whatever you’d like they’re serious about it. they really just want you to feel loved, and bask in your presence.

they’re probably your most useful asset in battle. and they like it that way. you have no reason to get rid of them, and they get to show off to you. they’re happy when they dote on you too, of course, but the battlefield allows them to quench their bloodthirst in a way that more domestic activities don’t. they’ll brutally tear apart anyone who crosses you, making a huge show of it. the flush and smile on face as they’re ripping off someone’s arms or tearing into someone’s neck is delicious and beautiful. they preen when you say you can’t get enough of it, even if you don’t like seeing all the gore.

they’re surprisingly not that overbearing. they follow you around a lot and dote on you, but they seem content with spending time with you regardless of what you’re doing. sometimes they even like spending time alone, though that’s mostly because they understand they can’t be with you 24/7 and that it’ll be uncomfortable for you. they’ll cradle your face in their hands and hold you in their arms and hold your hands and whatever else you’d like whenever you want with a gentleness nobody would have expected from such a bloodthirsty monster.

despite their gentleness with you, they’re a ticking time bomb. the day, the minute, the second, the exact nanosecond you die is the moment the universe is done for. there’s no point to any life at all if you don’t exist, so they might as well destroy it all. there is no pleased expression on their face when they tear apart the very fabric of spacetime.

then… comes the servant. this one’s human, but he’s equally as useful as his comrades, he assures you. his only purpose in life is to serve and protect his master—that is to say, you. think of him as a mix of a servant there to attend to all your needs and a faithful bodyguard, okay?

he’s… a bit offputting, at first. you’d assumed he used to be some guy’s servant and had simply been raised this way, but he seems to be… very quick on the uptake. even if the others took no time in calling you master, it was rarely their first instinct, and in the few cases that it was you could definitely see why. but even then, it was odd how he seemed almost jealous of everyone that had been summoned before him. it didn’t make sense with the perspective that he was just behaving the way he would with any master. when you asked him about it, he got bashful and nostalgic all at the same time, and said you’d understand one day. maybe.

he melts into his role very quickly. he’s there to attend to you 24/7, and barely seems to get any sleep (or… at least, he’s awake whenever you are, so…). he’s with you all the time. when you have no use for him, he waits outside the door, and he’s as good at his job as he said he was. in battle, he steps up and works with the immortal to protect you, and they make a very effective team. your safety is his top priority, so he focuses on that, but he can’t seem to help the few snide comments that leave his mouth. never where you can hear them, of course, but someone who has to throw themself into danger to protect you surely isn’t as capable of a bodyguard as someone who’s capable of guarding you without the need for that, right?

when you find out (because the immortal tells you, as a concerned friend would) and reprimand him, he seems ashamed. and crestfallen. he rushes to defend himself before coming to the realisation that… his reasoning doesn’t matter. he’s still disappointed you. he apologises (only to you, though) and says he’ll correct his mistakes. it won’t happen again, he assures you. you say you hope it won’t, and he feels his stomach plunge. he really messed up, didn’t he?

after that, he throws himself into his work even more. if everything he did before had a lot of vigour, he’s giving it his 200% now. he… has to make up for his mistakes and become your most useful tool again. he has to earn your forgiveness. if he can’t… if he can’t, what worth is he? he’ll be no better than his past. it doesn’t matter with who you’re happy with, as long as you’re safe and healthy and happy. your scolding made him remember that again, and while he’s ashamed that that’s what it took for him to regain his bearings, he’s grateful. of course it was you who reminded him of his rightful path. of his duty.

watching you die again would be unbearable. he’s lost you before, and he’s not sure he’d be able to do it again. training for years to better serve you was hellish, even if he knew that was what he needed to do, and he’s unlikely to get the chance to find a time stone again. he’s even more unlikely to find someone who’s due to be summoned by you and be able to take their place again. he can’t go through all that again. even if the pain was all but made up for the second he saw your face again, losing you even one more time would be unbearable.

so he’ll keep you safe and sound, he promises. even if you know nothing of his pain and sacrifices, it doesn’t matter. as long as you’re okay, nothing matters.

#repost #not sfw #lime #no other tags because i'm gonna rework them at some point #...i need to redo these banners

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accio-victuuri · 2 years ago

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EXPLAINED : WANG YIBO IS DESPERATELY ILLITERATE???

On a normal day and considering what’s been going on for years & years, I wouldn’t want to address any negative press about Yibo. I would rather spread positive news and showcase his talents but i’m making an exception on this one. I am writing this as a Yibo fan who has watched a lot of his interviews and shows and feel like I have a good sense of what type of person he is. A fan who is sick and tired of people using the fact that he doesn’t have a college degree against him. There is really nothing that disgusts me more than those who feel superior just because they have a piece of paper. I accept people’s criticism of him but this is obviously beyond that so I wanna talk about it.

Sadly, he is at a disadvantage as casual people will only see a cut video or a certain post and will tend to run with it. add the fact that the general public don’t have much good point of view towards celebrities. I’m not going to discuss the alleged attack from yyxq’s side or the fan war going on cause that’s just too messy. and well, organized black propaganda is expected cause everyone can’t fuckin comprehend how Yibo is embarrassing everyone else with how good he is at acting and making money for companies that invest on him.

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I thought this was gonna pass naturally but today “Beijing Youth Daily” shared the article called : can the desperate illiterate perform well?

The reason is that the lead actor of a Chinese New Year film was interviewed during a road show. When asked about his impressions of the work and the characters, he didn’t know what to do. Netizens dubbed him “desperately illiterate”.

This first paragraph clearly talks about WYB and the incident at one of HB’s roadshows. This is the whole article and it goes on to talk about literacy in terms of being an actor and all that, trying to make their article into a legitimate thinking piece. Take note that WYB is not the only one “mentioned” here but the title and the intro is about Yibo so he is at the center of it.

In fact, "illiteracy" in this context does not mean to engage in academic discrimination. We all know that there are specializations in the art industry, and the level of education and professional ability are not necessarily directly linked. The "illiterate actors" that everyone refers to often refer to those actors with low cultural reserves, empty heads, incomprehensible scripts, and incomprehensible characters.

This has been going around weeks ago but today, there were lots of verified accounts sharing it. I’m seeing talks of this is a fake account, organized verified entertainment accounts reposting or whatever, it doesn’t matter. the point is — this is out there. People have read it. Some have talked about it. I would have loved to see them actually name Yibo if they are really so brave, but I guess not really. They can only hide in their accounts like the cowards they truly are. This should come as no surprise, trending today of all days because it was officially announced that HB’s cinema run will be extended. Also that HB is at the #2 spot with only a meager 7% of the slots. It’s only a matter of time before HB overtakes everyone and that’s bad news for a lot of people. Also HB will be released in North America this week.

Coincidence? I think not. We all know what’s going on here. 💀💀💀

Now let’s see the Q&A portion that sparked this talk of illiteracy:

Q: In another time and space, if you met Mr. Ye, what would you say to him?

Wang Yibo: "Are you asking what will I say when I meet the character? First of all, I think this question is meaningless. I don't want to say anything, and we won't meet."

Q: Yibo, who is Mr. Ye in your mind? Do you think you shaped him and wanted to show him to the audience, what do you think is the most difficult thing about him?

Wang Yibo : In fact, I really don’t know how to answer this question ..

( He tries to answer this but the host and CE end up speaking in behalf of him )

As a Yibo fan, this kind of answer is not new to me. This is not the first person on a Q&A that Yibo has shut down if he doesn’t like to answer. He’s always been honest, sometimes, painfully so and may be misinterpreted by those who don’t know him. I can explain that he’s already tired of all the roadshows or the question itself was too much etc etc but as i said in the beginning, I CAN ACCEPT CRITICISM. I understand why certain people was put off by this answer. Especially if this your first exposure to him after hearing about Hidden Blade or watching it. There is nothing more that I wish for Yibo, than to be appreciated by the General Public and his popularity to extend to more than just his fans. I wanna say that this may be a learning experience for Yibo. This is his first roadshow experience. Promoting a movie is totally different from what he did with Dramas. He has two more movies, and I hope he will be more prepared. The Yibo i know and support will not be screaming and playing the victim because of this, he would learn from it and bounce back. He will be better.

What I can’t accept are the people who obviously are insulting his whole being because of this 1 thing. Don’t mind all the good things he said in other cities or other times — let’s just rally behind this and attack him. The thing is, they don’t have much negative things to say about his performance in the film or how it’s doing in the box office so they will find something to make him look bad. and this is it. It’s also too much to say that he is ILLITERATE. I don’t think someone who is illiterate can host, memorize/choreograph dances, memorize scripts, be considered a language genius, act scenes, understand directions from directors etc.

It’s so unfair cause there are people like Yibo who need time to articulate their thoughts. Or those who prefer to reply in shorter sentences. It doesn’t mean they are illiterate. they are not stupid. All the comments saying “of course he is, he didn’t graduate college..” not only on weibo but on international platforms. It’s always what they say. I wonder if they actually believe it and like how do you sleep at night with that poison in your head? It’s not like Yibo chose to not go to college cause he’s lazy. He had work to do. He had a career that will leave no time to focus on studying. He is clearly not stupid cause he got high marks while studying in Korea. It’s so ironic, especially those people in China who are saying this cause they know a college degree does not even guarantee them employment. Even a Tsinghua University graduate will end up as a tutor just to make ends meet. It’s the same thing all across the board — A College Diploma alone does not guarantee success. but of course people will just happily insult him and it’s fine, at the end of the day, Yibo is thriving and will continue to do so.

The next coming months, as BTF & One/Only gets released, expect more attacks. I hope we don’t get distracted and just let the positive be louder than the negative. 🙏🏼

To the people behind the scenes working to bring Yibo down, well, I hope they turn purple in anger cause this is only the start of his success.

#the way i avoided talking about it cause it makes me so mad and i know it’s a sore spot for yibo #and what makes me livid is i know he said so many good things in the roadshows but people only cared about this incident #wang yibo #personal

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pinievsev · 9 months ago

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omg okay so I am just fucking in love (platonic) with Edmund Pevensie (Skandar Kynes as Edmund was my first and only and forever "celebrity" crush and I grew up with him and my heart is his still) and recently I just reignited this by simply remembering he exists and I'm actually myself writing a one-shot of him seeing his first major snowstorm in England (because Narnia had gentle winters and warm summers and he hasn't seen snow like this since the White Witch)

BUT ANYWAY

literally anything about him being a sad boi and being comforted by his siblings or caspian because he is so good and noble and honorable and makes the Right decisions even if they are painful (he chose to go back to England even knowing he would never get to be in Narnia again at the end of the voyage and I am *weeping*) He doesn't need anyone to save him or fix him but that doesn't mean the scars don't hurt or that his heart doesn't have a broken void that h was once filled with his time in Narnia.

Just, I love him so much. He's been through so much. He's always the one with a quip or a joke to help keep things light hearted (even more so than Lucy at times) and I just want this baby to be held and loved <3

BROTHER

This turned out to be a blurb because I had no idea how to make it longer without uhm, simple rewriting the events of the actual movie so this focuses more on their friendship!

Genre: Friendship fic

Characters: Caspian x Edmund (PLATONIC)

Warnings: Angst.

Synopsis: Read the ask<3 (takes place in the end of the voyage of the dawn treader)

Word count: 514

As always: requests are opened, masterlist is pinned<3.

Edmund's eyes filled with unshed tears as he looked back, there wasn't much to see. Simply an endless horizon and pearly white sand that seemed to blend together seamlessly. Yet to his eyes it was still Narnia.

The kingdom he once ruled, the kingdom he once loved and will love till his last breath, the last beat of his heart.

He averted his gaze slightly to his right. Caspian and Aslan stood there, Aslan looked calm as he always does no matter the situation, he admired that about the brave lion.

Yet Caspian looked at him with such sadness in his eyes, almost as if he were to break down at any given moment. That's what Edmund felt like, he understood.

Without thinking Edmund took big strides towards the man and engulfed him in a hug, the both of them allowing the tears to flow freely.

Then Caspian said something, something Edmund would never forget, five words that were to be embedded in his heart for all eternity even after his time was up.

"I will miss you, brother." Edmund felt Caspian's embrace tighten and mirrored the action. Then the king of Narnia spoke up once more "you're the closest thing I ever had to a family. Remember that."

Edmund let a sob leave his lips, knowing very well no one around would judge him, no one would think he was showing weakness, because he'd learned that that is what makes a true king. What shows bravery. Edmund was unafraid to show his vulnerability and he knew there was nothing wrong with that, not anymore.

"I'll miss you too, brother." He spoke, finally letting go of the man. "And I'll always be your family." He took a deep breath, his hands resting on Caspian's shoulders "we will always be your family."

Caspian smiled at the young king through his tears. "I know" he tried to sound supportive, yet it came out hushed and broken.

Edmund reached into his pocket and pulled out a single chess piece, made of solid gold. He'd kept it from last time. He placed it on the king's palm but before he could protest he hushed him. "I cannot take anything from Narnia." He said "but I can leave something. Keep it safe for me will you? I know it's not much but-"

He was embraced by Caspian, his brother, once more "I'll treasure it forever." The two stayed there, hugging for what seemed like an eternity

"you must go, child" Aslan's voice cut off the silence, like the sharpest blade to ever be forged.

Edmund stepped back with a nod. Capsian returned the action, clutching the chess piece tightly in his fist.

With a deep breath Edmund turned to his heel, walking into the portal Aslan had opened for them like he always did.. yet he knew this would be the last time.

"I'll be the greatest king I can manage to be. Like you once were." Was the last thing he heard.

'you already are' he thought before he was submerged in water once more. Back in England.

#fanfiction #the chronicles of narnia #prince caspian #edmund pevensie #platonic #angst

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spiderpussinc · 1 year ago

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Like holy shit. Like that Poly-Anon, what the hell are they on?

You never said you hate poly people or open marriages or anything. Are they Mr. Fantastic cuz boi if that wasn’t a STRETCH!

But yeah, sure we can have the poly relationship, hell I read that shit all the time. I even have some sketches of it in progress. But by far my favorite is divorce!Peter.

You get so much more ideas and history with that. Peter dealing with no longer being with someone he loves, learning how to deal with that while getting feeling with Miguel. Maybe he never even liked MJ that way and couldn’t realize that he was gay and only saw her as a friend until recently.

Hell for extra spice and drama, have it so Mayday still exists during the divorce AU. Have Peter trying to figure out how to be a single dad while figuring himself. Maybe Miguel is fighting to understand if he likes Peter that way or if he just sees himself in him.

Divorce is so liberating for people and it can be so with these people. So many ideas can come from it. I don’t know why so many people hate it when we write or draw divorce.

I think the answer is a pretty clear and loud "homophobia" and this recent insistence on progressive circles to paint same-sex attraction as "inherently limiting" or "biased"; which are both absolutely /insane/ takes. You can't be a man and *JUST* like men, that's a waste! That's suspicious! That sounds like an ulterior motive! (Being gay is passe to a certain type of terminally online guy. Real enlightened allies would fuck anyone at any time! Words don't mean anything!!!!!)

People's insistence to read any interest in m/m relationships as a malicious attack designed to prod at *them* in particular is so fucking tiresome. The world does not revolve around you. Nobody has to care for straight ships and it's not revolutionary to try to reinforce them as a holy central aspect in characterization or storytelling. It's not more dignified or substantial. You just think straight people are inherently 'neutral' or pure because they dominate the media field.

My preferences and my gay art exist in a minuscule internet bubble that doesn't endanger or erase the fact that Marvel is a rampantly cishet company. I can do whatever I want and it doesn't matter; they will keep publishing the same thing they've been publishing. But I *HAVE* had my art stolen multiple times now to be reposted on tiktok or resold on etsy with any gay/trans elements I've put on it scrubbed out - to appeal to this very same straight audience -and that pisses me off. I am not trying to cater to these people and never will. I *HAVE* had my gay art used as a point of ridicule against me for years; and tbh it does nothing to me anymore but I refuse to quietly accept this treatment as default.

I don't have to center the experience of M/F nuclear family in my gay art and I won't; it does not appeal to me, I don't care for it, and I cannot be talked into changing my mind. Anyone finding an issue with this should go outside and touch grass.

Evergreen tweet, really:

If i say "i like these two gay dudes, I would like to see them kissing" and you hear something else about someone completely unrelated, that sounds like a skill issue

#asks

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captainlunaxmen · 11 months ago

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The Lady and the Lord

Chapter 3

Eddie munson x fem!reader

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

Chapter summary: more investigation 🔎

Chapter warnings: spoiler season 4

Eddie sits in the boat and eats a big amount of cereal as Dustin speaks.

"So we got, uh, some good news and some bad news" he says. "How do you prefer it?"

"Bad news first. Always" he says with his mouth full.

"All right. Bad news. We talked into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they're definitely looking for you. Also, they, uh.. they're pretty convinced you killed Chrissy." Dustin explains.

"Like, 100% kind of convinced" Max adds.

What the fuck..

Eddie's expression is a mix of defeat and fear and sadness all together.

"And the good news?" He tries.

"Your name hasn't gone public yet." Robin answers "but if we found out about you, it's a matter of time before others do. And once that gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is gon a be gunning for you"

"Hunt the freak, right?" Eddie's voice breaks a bit.

"Exactly" Robin nods.

I glare at Robin for a split second before turning back to Eddie.

"You're not a freak, Eddie. We're gonna fix this" I tell him.

"Yeah exactly!" Dustin agrees "so we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence."

Everyone nods.

"That's all, Dustin? That's all?" Eddie asks very sarcastically.

"Yeah, no, that's pretty much it." Dustin simply answers, not acknowledging the sarcasm.

"Listen, Eddie" Robin gets his attention "I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we've actually been through this before..."

"Yeah I gave him the speech earlier" I say.

"Great, so bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this" She adds.

"Told you" I tell him.

"Yeah, well we usually rely on this girl who has super powers. But, uh, those went bye-bye, so.." Steve says.

"So we're technically in more of the-"

"Brainstorming phase"

"There's nothing to worry about" Dustin splutters

Steve scoffs a little, keeping a, what he thinks is, a reassuring smile on his face and Eddie just looks at them confused, until we hear the police sirens wailing.

"Tarp" Robin says to Eddie, indicating him to hide.

We all run to the window to see the police car passing by, plus and ambulance.

"They're heading..." I start.

"Yeah" Max nods.

"Let's go" Dustin suggests.

Everyone gathers their things I just stand there, expecting to stay with Eddie again when he gently touches my arms to get my attention.

"You should go" he tells me.

"Am I that shitty for a company?" I joke.

He half laughs.

"Not at all, but... they're looking for me and if they find me and you with me they might think you're helping 'the killer' and arrest you too. It's not fair" he explains.

"Well it's not fair for them to come after you either" I complain.

"Yeah, I know. But I don't want you to get in trouble because of me, m'lady." He tries to flirt to enlighten the mood, but ends up only making blush.

"I fought against demonic creatures from another dimension, I think I can handle some close-minded cops" I say.

"Just go. Please. Do me the favour?" He asks looking at me with pleading doe eyes.

I could stare into his eyes forever..

Shit.

I shake my head.

"I..."

"I'm gonna be fine. I got my food, I got my.. drinks I'm okay." He tells me "plus.. they need some brain in their party"

"Hey!"

"What's that supposed to mean"

Both Steve and Dustin exclaims.

I turn around to see them visibly offended before being dragged out by Robin and Max.

"See? They need a brain" Eddie insists with a chuckle.

"Are you sure?" I check.

"Positive, m'lady" he say making a small bow.

"Okay okay" I slightly laugh at the gesture "you better be careful here, my lord"

I start to walk backwards to the door.

"Always" he winks at me.

That catches me off guard and I almost tripp on my way out.

"Oh! Careful yourself, beautiful" he sweetly mocks.

I just wave at him and get out. Releasing a sigh of relief.

I look up at the group waiting by the car.

All with a big teasing grin on their faces.

"What?" I ask rolling my eyes.

"Oh nothing" Robin says, keeping the grin on her face, we all get in Steve's car.

"Mhmm" I look at her.

"Seems like you had no problems talking to him at all." Steve says.

"Just drive, will you?" I tell him.

We arrive at the Forest hills trailer park, in no time finding a very distraught Nancy already there.

What's she doing here? Investigating, probably. Very Nancy style... but what happened?

"So you're saying that this things that killed Fred and Chrissy, it's from the Upside Down?" Nancy asks.

"If the shoe fits" Steve confirmes.

"Our working theory is that he attacks with a spell or a curse. Now, whether or not he's doing the bidding of the Mind Flayer or just love killing teens, we don't know" Dustin explains.

"All we know is that... this one's is different. It feels different" I add.

"Doesn't make any sense." Nancy shakes her head.

"It's only a theory" Dustin specifies.

"No, Fred and Chrissy don't make sense" she points out "I mean, why them?"

"Wrong place?" I try.

"They were both at the game" Dustin points out.

"And near the trailer park" Max adds.

"We're at the trailer park" Steve mentions, visibly worried. "Should we maybe not be here?"

"There is something about this place" Nancy starts explaining "Fred started acting weird the second wr gor here"

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"He was scared, on edge, upset"

The last word catches Dustin's attention.

"Max said Chrissy was upset too"

"Yeah, but not here. She was crying in the bathroom at school" She specifies.

"Serial killer stalk their prey before they strike right?" Robin asks.

"Usually, yeah" I reply.

"So, maybe, Fred and Chrissy saw this Vecman-"

"Vecna"

"Dunno about you guys, but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to someone" Steve suggests.

"Yeah, but you already faced things like this before, and you know the people to mention this to... they don't. They would think they're crazy" I tell him sadly.

"But maybe there's one person they might've told this to.." Max suggests. "I saw Chrissy leaving ms. Kelly's office. Y/n's right. Not everyone know about this stuff like us so.. if they saw a monster they definitely wouldn't go to the police, because they'd never believe them, but they might go to their.."

"Their shrink." Robin finishes and Max nods.

"Let's talk to Ms. Kelly then. She must know something" Steve says.

So we get up and walk to Steve's car, but Nancy just keeps walking.

"Whoa whoa Nance! Nancy!" Steve calls her. "Where are you going?"

"Oh there's just something I wanna check on first" she answers simply. Without elaborating.

"Care to elaborate?" I ask.

"I don't wanna waste your time. It's a real shot in the dark." She says.

"Yeah, okay. Are you out of your mind?" Steve's getting agitated. "Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the lose? No, it's dangerous. You need... you need someone to.."

Nancy just raises her eyebrows at him.

I think Steve here is forgetting who are the only two people who can actually use a gun... and he's not one of them.

"Here, I'll stick with Nance all right? You guys, take the car, check out the shrink" he tosses his keys at Robin.

"I don't think you want me driving your car" Robin declines right away.

"Why?"

"I don't have a license!" She says.

"Why don't you have a license?" Steve asks, surprised.

"I'm poor"

"Then Y/n will." Steve states.

"Yeah, same problem Stevie" I tell him.

"I can drive" Max intervenes.

"No, never again. Please. Anybody but you. No" Steve immediately says.

Dustin looks at him, silently offering.

"Not a chance"

"Come on"

"All right, okay. This is stupid" Robin scoffs, grabbing a walkie from Dustin's backpack, and walks to Nancy, giving Steve his keys back. "I'll go with Nancy, unless you think we need you to protect us" She then teases and starts to walk to Nancy's car.

Nancy just shrugs and walks behind her.

"Be careful" Steve shouts.

"You're just gonna stand there and gawk?" Dustin teases him, with an amused smile on his face.

"Shut up"

"C'mon you two, let's go" I scold them and we all get in the car.

"Always the babysitter, always the goddamn babysitter" Steve complains.

I just laugh as we drive off.

When we arrive at Ms Kelly's House Max walk up to the front door.

We see her talking to Kelly and then walks in.

"Okay she's in" Steve mutters.

"I'm missing collarbones, not eyes" Dustin tells him with his usual sass.

"And now we wait" I say.

After a moment of peace, Dustin breaks the silence.

"So..? We're gonna talk about... it?" He asks Steve, but look at me. I think I know exactly what he's talking about and I try hold back a small smile.

"Uh? Sorry, talk about what?" Steve asks confused.

"Your temporary insanity earlier today" Dustin says and I let out a small laugh earning a confused glare from Steve

"He's talking about today when you basically throw yourself at Nancy" I tell him.

"Okay first of all, that not what happened" he starts defending himself.

"Pretty sure that's what happens, right?" He turns to me for approval and I nod "it was pretty public."

"Are you two implying I still have a thing for Nance?" He ask in an accusatory tone.

"No. We're not implying. We're stating, and as it relates to tour steadfast refusal to date Robin, it's pretty much the only logical explanation" Dustin states.

If he only knew..

"That's not the only one" Steve says quietly "and as for Nance, I was just trying to protect a friend."

Dustin has a very unconvinced smile on his face.

"A friend, Henderson. Okay?" Steve repeats firmly. I don't wanna find her in the morning with her eyes sucked out of her skull by this Vecna creep."

"You're like bright read in the face right now" Dustin chuckles.

"I'm not" Steve defends.

"Yeah you are" I disagree.

"I don't wanna talk about it. I'll punch you so hard your teeth will fall back out"

Oh he didn't..

"Whoa. Too far" Dustin says.

Steve look at him with sorry and regret written all over his face.

"Not cool. Sorry." He says.

"It's okay" Dustin tells him quietly.

They nod in understanding and make peace.

"So..?" Dustin says again, fully turning to me.

I raise an eyebrow at him, questioning.

"Everything good with Eddie?" Dusting asks, I can hear the teasing tone behind him.

"Yeah.."

"Yeah, right, you two were very comfortable talking to each other, uh?" Steve joins Dustin's teasing.

"I.. no, I mean.." I stutter.

"C'mon.. he does have a thing for you" Dustin tells me.

"He doesn't" I insist.

"He does, every day at lunch He always looks your way. Always asks about you.." Dustin tells me.

"You're just saying that" I roll my eyes.

"No I'm not" he chuckles "he really does. He also asked me and Mike how come we know someone as beautiful as you"

I blush at the thought of him thinking that I am beautiful, but that can't be true. I shake my head.

"It's impossible" I say with a dry laugh.

"Why?" Steve asks.

"Because no one could ever love me. Okay? I'm a fucking mess, no one would ever have the patience to.. to deal with someone like me" I snap, feeling my eyes tearing up and I blink the tears away.

"Y/n..." Steve starts.

"Here she comes" I tell the two boys.

Max runs back to the car, clearly agitated.

"Drive!" She says.

"What did she say?" Dustin asks.

"Nothing. Just drive" she answers.

"What do you mean nothing?"

"Nothing Steve just drive" she exclaims and Steve turn the car on and just drive off.

"I got her office's key. She wouldn't tell me nothing so I thought that there was a better place to find some answers" Max tells us as we far away from Ms Kelly's House.

"Illegal entry.. nice" I say sarcastically.

"Dustin? Dustin do you copy?"

We hear Lucas' voice coming from Dustin's radio, me and Max share a confused look.

"Lucas? Where the hell have you been?" Dustin asks, mad.

"Just listen. Are you guys looking for Eddie?" Lucas asks, his tone is agitated.. tense.

"We found him, no thanks to you." Dustin replies.

"You found him" Lucas is incredulous.

"He's at a boathouse on Coal Mill Road. Don't worry. He's safe." Dustin says to reassure his friend.

"You guys know he killed Chrissy, right?" Lucas says, with an almost smartass tone.

Is he for real? He should know better..

I loudly scoff.

"You serious?" I ask.

"That's bullshit" Dustin agrees. "Eddie tries to save Chrissy."

"Then why do all the cops say he did it?" He asks back.

Tired of their bickering, Max grabs the radio to talk to Lucas.

"Lucas, you're so behind it's ridiculous, okay? Just meet us at the school. We'll explain later"

"I.. I can't. I think some real bad shit's about to go down." He says.

"What are you talking about? What bad shit?" Max asks.

No answer.

"Lucas?"

"What happened?" I ask confused.

"No idea." Dustin answers.

Then an idea pops in my mind.

"Oh shit.." I mutter.

"What?" Max turns to me.

"The basketball team... Chrissy was Jason's girlfriend. Maybe he.. he wants revenge or some shit." I tell the others.

"Shit" Steve says.

The school at night time is a whole different atmosphere. Creepy and almost ghostly, especially when you're investigating about another dimension.

I feel a shiver going through my body... very creepy.

As we walk down the hallway to Ms Kelly's office Robin's voice can be heard clearly from the radio.

"Dustin, do you copy?" She asks, to gain pur attention.

"Yeah, I copy"

"So Nancy's a genius" Robin says.

They found something, great!

"Vecna's first victim date back all the way to 1959. Her shot in the dark was a bull's-eye." She tells us.

Holy shit.

"Okay, that's totally bonkers, but I can't really talk right now" Dustin replies.

"Wait. What are you doing?" Robin, obviously, asks.

"Breaking and entering school to retrieve confidential and extremely personal files" he says, simply, like it was nothing.

"Can you repeat that?"

"Just get over here, and soon" I say grabbing Dustin's radio.

Thanks to Max we manage to enter Ms Kelly's office, getting immediately to work at looking for Chrissy's file.

All while Dustin and Steve talks about... Hawkinsgate.

"Holy shit" Max exclaims.

"You found it?" I ask her getting closer.

"Yeah, and not just Chrissy's file. Fred was seeing Ms Kelly too.

"What?" We all look at her.

She then sit at the desk and starts to read Chrissy's file, looking for... literally anything at this point, that might help us.

I can sense she's getting agitated, but I can't understand why.

"Can I see Fred's file?" She then asks.

"Yeah" Steve hands her the file and she immediately opens it, almost like she knew exactly what to look for and then...

"Max?" I calm for her, but she doesn't answer.

I look at Steve, worried and confused.

"Max?" I try again.

No answer, again.

#stranger things x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson

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flowerandblood · 1 year ago

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The Prince and The Fox (Preview)

[ modern! • Aemond x friend! • fem!reader ]

[ description: After the events of her childhood, despite her best efforts, her neighbor and the younger brother of her friend Helaena, Aemond, does not want to know her. This state lasts until a house party organized by his older brother, Aegon, during which an incident occurs that will change their relationship forever. Slow burn, angst, sexual abuse, groomer ex-Alys, rough Aemond. This is several anon requests combined into one fic. ]

I don't want whining about this in my comments or asks. I will delete these and block you. You have been warned.

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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"Which scene do you want to talk about?" He asked coldly, dispassionately, and she swallowed loudly.

"About the Little Prince and the Fox." She said quietly, feeling him give her a brief glance.

He grunted under his breath, apparently agreeing with her choice, waiting for her elaboration on the matter. She swallowed with difficulty, licking her lips.

"What moved me most was how true this scene is. That the greatest enemy of friendship, or any close relationship, is haste. That only by respecting someone's barriers, only by approaching someone slowly and with understanding, can you really look at them from a distance.

By taming someone, by making that person grow attached to you, you take partial responsibility for that person's feelings, for making them trust you enough to believe that you won't intentionally hurt them with your behaviour. Until we really get to know someone we are just a crowd of people passing each other on the street."

She said in a trembling voice, feeling for some reason tears under her eyelids and a tightness in her throat, her eyebrows arched in pain, her lower lip began to tremble, she played with the material of her white daisy dress in a nervous gesture.

She felt him watching her, an awkward silence fell between them.

She couldn't look at him.

She thought he was going to say something cruel, that he was going to tell her to stop wailing, but he said nothing. After a while he spoke up.

"I see this scene differently. They're both moving towards each other because they're determined to do so. They are both going their separate ways. There is a balance. The Little Prince doesn't force the Fox to approach him, just as the Fox doesn't force the Little Prince to approach him. They do it of their own free will. They tame themselves because that's the decision they made. You can't tame someone who doesn't want it." He said lowly, and she looked up at him feeling tears begin to run down her face.

Was he talking about himself?

Was she the Fox who wanted to tame him even though he didn't want it?

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3c1air · 1 year ago

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gold-rhine · 2 years ago

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Repost bc my previous blog got shadowbanned.

Diluc

Diluc’s love language is Doing Things For You, which ranges from just generally being useful to dealing with problems and being protective, sometimes overbearingly, but what he himself recognizes as love language are specifically Grand Gestures.

Caveat: Grand Gestures do not mean “expensive”, Diluc has so much money that he doesn’t see spending it as something special, no matter how much.

Grand Gestures are also not something done publicly, Diluc likes to keep his most important things secret.

No, Grand Gesture has to be a) done for the specific person only b) by Diluc himself c) require considerable effort from him.

Examples: creating a cocktail for someone and asking them to name it (high friendship teapot), climbing mountains on his own birthday to collect rare berries and then cook a special dish with them for dinner (birthday letter).

The problem is that with these conditions it might sometimes be difficult to realize that the Grand Gesture is happening, bc Diluc himself is not gonna tell you. Sometimes you can deduce from context that he spent a lot of effort on it, but the context won’t always be obvious.

He’s constantly giving himself mental grades for everything he does, and especially for Grand Gestures, and unless the person he’s doing it for explicitly compliments him on a good job, he’s gonna decide he failed by default and forever remember how he disappointed his loved one.

(I will never get over the coffeeshop event where he was like “when I mixed my first drink as a small child, my father didn’t tell me that I succeeded, which means I failed a test of creativity.” MB YOUR DAD JUST WANTED U TO PLAY WITH SYRUPS FOR FUCKS SAKE)

So yeah, its better to err on the side of more “good jobs”. The man has a praise kink the size of Mond’s cathedral anyway, so can’t go wrong with that

Thoma

Thoma’s love language is also doing things for you, but specifically small everyday things.

He’s very perceptive and great at reading ppl, so he notices what you like and dislike, and accordingly surrounds you with your favorite things and removes annoyances.

It might sometimes require a lot of effort on his part, but he’ll never say it

Like you can mention that you love some rare jam at the cafe and next week it’s at your home and Thoma’s like “haha yeah, I found a place that sells it:)”, but actually he had to make three different deals and blackmail a merchant bc its not normally sold in shops

Your biggest cheerleader, incredibly supportive in all of your endeavors, if you have a deadline or big project coming up will try to do everything so you can focus on your thing with most comfort

Source: have you met him?

He also can find positives in any situation and will try to improve your mood if you’re feeling down

Like, what are you gonna do, NOT smile and feel better when he gives you a kitten in a knitted sweater?

Each separate thing might be small, but together they all create a protective golden bubble of warmth and positivity, that significantly improves your quality of life, even at the moments when he’s not around himself

Bc like you go to make tea and there’s your favorite tea, and your favorite jam, and the leaking water pipe was fixed without you even noticing, and there are fresh-baked cookies shaped like hearts and puppies

An off-field pyro shield, you might say adfhjkdfg

He also likes showing you his favorite places and just generally sharing nice moments together, esp if he thinks you need a break (hangout, high friendship teapot)

Xiao

Xiao is a weird case, because he sees himself only valuable as a weapon, so he doesn’t think that trying to do something nice for other people would lead to anything good.

“You believe a Yaksha who knows nothing more than how to massacre countless souls and emerge unscathed is a suitable mentor for such an individual?” and so on and so forth.

So like the closest he gets to love language is actually this:

“If you awake to a knife at your throat, if monsters dig their claws into you, if death comes knocking at your door, call out my name. Adeptus Xiao. I will be here when you call.” “If you encounter a difficult situation, don't be stubborn. Call my name. I will make it right.” “I deal in death. If you cannot bring yourself to kill — speak my name.” “I'm willing to protect you. But don't think about getting close, and stay out of my way, or all that awaits you is regret.”

Which is not just protectiveness, but like his specific brand of willingness to blacken his soul even more so you don’t have to, while getting nothing in return. So yeah, even Xiao’s love language is basically angst lmao.

Though to be fair, once he gets over the fact that someone likes his company, he becomes curious and goes out of his way trying to understand them. He doesn’t see this as an expression of affection, more as a research, because it’s easier for him to rationalize it like that.

“It's too late. The connection between us is too strong. Even if you wanted to, it's too late to sever it. Hm? You've never thought to sever it? *sigh* This eternal dance of demon subjugation... My fight goes on. But I would like to know more about you.“

And the high friendship teapot dialogue, where he asks to go to Liyue together “The stories of these times, or their joys... If I don't experience such things myself, it'll be hard to understand your thoughts. So... you're doing this for me? Xiao: Yes, to understand you.”

So he starts going out of his comfort zone to do things together (tho probably grumbling the whole way)

Kaeya

Like in most aspects, Kaeya contains multitudes. On the one hand, he is a hedonist.

Kaeya: I have to say, though, that chatting with you is quite intoxicating... Kaeya: Actually, in much the same way that drinking is. Kaeya: So, I suppose... I'm just greedy and want to enjoy both of these pleasures at the same time.

So all in all, I'm just another layer in your cocktail of pleasure? Kaeya: Hahaha... What an interesting metaphor! I hadn't looked at it from that angle... Kaeya: Let me think... Kaeya: Hmm... Your analogy seems largely correct.

He will want to create moments combining as many pleasurable things as possible, but he will want to know that he is the most enjoyable thing for you in a situation.

In a boring\shitty situation, unlike Thoma who will try to find positives in it, Kaeya will try to become a positive thing that offsets bad parts himself

He’s naturally charming and talkative, likes making compliments and teasing, finding out things about other people, hearing you talk about your day and share problems (“Nothing would make me feel prouder than knowing that my words of advice are of some help to you. That would imply that you trust me and proves that I am capable of helping you solve your problems.” - it might sound exaggerated, but it actually isn’t, I’ll get to that)

He also loves storytelling and has a knack for it (second birthday letter where he offers to entertain with stories, ghost anecdotes, loves telling stories to kids, obv to Klee, but apparentely just likes telling fucked up scary stories to Mond’s children, Kaeya, just become a horror writer and stop giving kids nightmares ffs)

So he likes telling stories, from horror stories to life anecdotes he’s got from the tavern to retelling the books he’s read, and he’s funny and imaginative enough to make anything sound entertaining.

In sum, Kaeya’s love language is literally enjoying each other’s company, settling in a nice place with a bottle of wine and talking hours away about everything and anything, and knowing he can keep you happy and entertained

On the other hand, as i’ve said, he is a book nerd and he loves sharing knowledge. He has to hide his origins, and he obv hates it, and as an off-set he likes sharing his experience.

Like, Kaeya prioritizes giving advice and teaching what he knows to someone to help them learn how to deal with a thing instead of just doing it himself, so they can handle it even if they leave him later. The “give man one fish, teach man to fish” philosophy.

Sources: wrote “rules for survival” for Klee, “In fact... would you like me to compile a guide for you...? It would contain all kinds of practical knowledge for at home and on the road, including the techniques I have developed for communicating with people from all walks of life. I'd like to share it all with you.”

idk how ppl think he’s just a shallow flirt, he literally offers to write a dedicated book for you unprompted, can you imagine how much effort, like??

But also imagine getting personalized “Manipulating People 101” in a beautiful handwriting asdfghjk what a nerd

No shit, if Klee was growing up at a normal rate, in her teens she’d have like 20 lovingly written textbooks like “How to use your innocent appearance to get away with anything”, “Calculating possible property damage from bombing,” “How to pin pyro damage on Darknight hero so Jean doesn’t get mad at you”.

He also likes doing nice things for ppl, but when he does nice things he likes to give credit to others or make it seem like he wasn't intending to do a nice thing and it just *happened* to end up like that, for like variety of reasons that i'm not getting into rn bc it's already too long lmao

#rhine character study #diluc #kaeya #thoma #xiao

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