#friend or foe? [anonymous]

[automaton-otto]

Why do you keep fighting even when the whole world hates you?

( Thanks for the ask anonymous )

".......!"

....This was a question that a lot of people have asked him. He asked himself this every once in a while. He hated thinking about it but he knew that anyone who asked had a point. Why bother? Why fight to protect others when all it amounts to is just more pain?

In the end, no matter what he does. Everyone will continue to view him as a menace or a threat...or a monster. Why risk your life for something like that?

He sighs and proceeds to give the same answer that he tells everyone,

"If I won't do it...then who will?"

[anotherhumanpet]

*CRASH!*

MUSIC ANON, OPEN UP (man it's been a long minute)

Fish In A Birdcage, Rule #4

"My man! Welcome back! I missed you. I love you and I like this song."

[sheavoid]

anonymous asked:  Does Kai'sa have depression? Is she neuro spicy? Give us the Ted Talk.

My baby girl definitely is the definition of that one meme photo of Ben Affleck. Like can you imagine surviving a horrific accident that left your entire village and everyone in it gone where you ended up being the only survivor, listening to your friends and everyone else you knew succumbing to their injuries or dying due to starvation/thirst? That’s almost difficult to picture, but at the same time, that was Kai’sa’s reality. I imagined she stopped being a kid once she started having to fend for herself all the while having something foreign attached to her body that’s feeding off from her body—and still is. She’s been living alongside and fighting the Void longer than having a childhood she could now barely remember.

Society rejected her due to the fact she had been touched by the Void, seeing her only as a monster rather than the little girl who’d been protecting all those who fear her. She’s been alone and isolated for so long to the point where she had forgotten how to interact with others, often pushing them away first and giving them another reason to fear her whenever curiosity gets the best of those people; it is best to let them be afraid, after all, the Void isn’t merciful and this is a fight she thinks she alone can only fight.

People forget she was a little girl too once upon a time and she still gets sad too, but maybe, it’s best to let them forget. With each and passing day, she doesn’t experience the same type of human needs she once did. And that fact honestly terrifies her.

[empirelead-a]

anonymous asked:  All hail the mighty Kuvira! *bows*

“It’s not  ‘ALL HAIL THE MIGHTY KUVIRA’  it’s ‘all hail the Great Uniter’.”

[neometalmadness]

just for a better read on things, is this neo metal still villainous and diabolical or is he more anti-heroic in nature?

[[ sooo to clarify! sort of yes, sort of no; he kind of goes either way depending on interaction? was talking about this a little yesterday evening & i'll just kinda spitball that.

i do tend to write him as the latter; for reference, i've been writing him for like, 10 years almost. it's the portrayal i like the most & can do the most with when he's arguably 'nicer' quote unquote. lemme explain

he's very much not keen on sonic & his affiliates and will often take a very distrustful stance towards them (there are some exceptions to this rule, but this blog is multiverse so whether or not that's 'canon' is alllll the way up in the air)!

but that being said; Neo is not Technically affiliated with Eggman anymore (keep in mind this is MOSTLY game-based, so this is mostly a take on an ending where he just fled after the final battle at the Egg Fleet, instead of returning to Eggman), but that being said... he is almost always going to side with Eggman & other Metal Sonic's (who of course tend to be the aforemention diabolical villain types), unless some kind of development happens where he wouldn't choose that fate for example.

the reason i choose to write him like this is, i know canonically he would almost always choose to attack most of sonic & his allies on sight. but i do tend to feel that makes for some dead-end interactions for me as a writer? YES neo will stand up for himself and WILL fight back, do not doubt that for one second! but i do not feel like having every other thread be like that, its not interesting to me & probably not for others either.

so yeah, both? most of the time leaning into the anti-hero side of things, because he's ~technically~ independant & not working for Eggman's Empire as of writing this, as he has gone rogue. but, he would return to the empire without question & would defend and fight for/with other Metal's (this is something i very much have yet to explore and would absolutely LOVE to by the way)

so yeah. tldr, he's mostly leaning into an anti-hero type, if only for ease of interactions, but he's very much capable of being a villain & i'd like to one day have the opportunity to explore that further but i maaay need to make a seperate verse for it if i want to go all the way with it.

also! thank you for the question bcuz i needed an excuse to talk about this (also if you have any further questions feel free to ask bcuz this is total wordvomit i'm so sorry)

[pontiffv]

im actually so glad u gave kak more weight like come on teenagers are not 69 lb 💀💀

lkjflkajsdflkj anon i hope you know when it says his weight is 69 it's in kg. which translates to 143 pounds.

[chervbs]

undying devotion — a. ancunin

pairings: astarion ancunin x gn!reader

word count: 1.5k

synopsis: you have a very limited time to free everyone, including duke ravenguard, from the iron throne. It seems easy enough until you realize you may not make it out before gortash destroys the entire prison, and you along with it. and with your new but thriving relationship with your vampiric companion, you have more to lose than just your life.

warnings: angst, mega angst, main character death, spoilers for act 3 (specifically the iron throne quest), mentions of c*zador, resurrection, hurt/comfort, happy ending, maybe ooc astarion because I’m still getting used to writing these characters, lmk if I missed any!

a/n: hello my angels! I hope you all enjoy this short little angsty piece I came up with for everyones favorite vampire. anonymous requested some angst for astarion and I immediately thought of this moment that happened in my first playthrough of the game where the only person I couldn't get out of the iron throne was my tav. it was a scary moment until I remembered what my man withers was there for. the characters in the game don't actually have a reaction to tav not making it out so I came up with this. any feed back is greatly appreciated! <3

ao3 link

Of all the battles fought between the crash of the Nautiloid ship and now, the Iron Throne is proving to be potentially the most perilous.

The plan had seemed simple when you all waited for the submersible to dock the underwater prison. Get in, free as many prisoners as possible, and get out. Of course the creatures guarding the prison would be an obstacle, but your party had defeated a plethora of foes before, how difficult could this mission be?

You all shared the sentiment, until the projection of Lord Enver Gortash had made an appearance.

“Aren’t you the intrepid little adventurer?” The man’s smug voice startled everyone aboard, shoulders growing tense and glares growing fierce. “Digging and diving where you don’t belong. And I thought we were friends.”

Astarion watched as you squared your shoulders, looking the projection right in the eyes. “Fuck you, Gortash.” The corner of his mouth twitched in amusement, but it didn’t last.

Gortash made it clear that if you continued on your quest, he would destroy the Iron Throne, and you all with it.

You had glanced back, communicating with Astarion, Halsin, and Karlach silently. Each of you wonder if this is worth the stakes. Worth all of the lives that could be lost if you failed. Then you looked at your captain, Redhammer the Deviser, and nodded for him to dock the ship.

“That was a mistake.” Gortash scowled. “When the corpses start to wash up on the shore, remember–you could have prevented all of this.”

There wasn’t much time after you docked to accomplish what you came for, so the four of you climbed the ladder with swiftness. The moment you stepped down, your tadpole began to wriggle as a familiar voice spoke to you.

“Halt. You must act with haste. Duke Ravenguard is held within these walls. He must be extracted.” It was unmistakably Omeluum, the mindflayer you’d made friends with in the Underdark.

You knew there was no time for questions. “Tell me what to do.”

“Duke Ravenguard is held in the security wing. Be careful, there are many hazards. This structure is collapsing. Act with speed, act with efficiency. Good luck.”

Swords, arrows and spells were used to get you all through the prison with haste. The Sahugin guards were inconvenient, but not the priority. You only attacked when they were in your way, and dodged them the rest of the time.

Astarion and Halsin were able to make it to Duke Ravenguard, freeing and healing him while also taking down the obstacles sent by Mizora. The security was the closest to the center of the ship and the two men made quick work of the guards still lingering there.

You and Karlach had each taken separate wings, hoping to free as many people as you could. Karlach freed the few prisoners in her wing before she came across Omeluum. Once he was freed, he was able to teleport the two of them back onto the submersible.

It was only as you fought your way through yours that you regretted not bringing someone else with you. The wing you took held the most prisoners and it seemed as if every guard your companions didn’t defeat decided to flock to the area.

Time was running out and you knew it. Your tadpole wriggled again.

“You must return. The prison will be destroyed any moment now.” Omeluum warned. His voice was monotone as any other mind flayer, but you could sense veiled concern.

You took one last look at the crowd of Sahugin in front of you, your heart pounding in your chest. You lacked enough energy to be able to misty step back to the entrance, and there was no time to look for a useful scroll.

“Did everyone make it on board?” You asked, slashing the guards in front of you.

“Indeed.”

You sighed, tears welling. “Then tell them I’m sorry.”

Astarion was the last to climb aboard the submersible after Halsin. Water sprayed onto the platform as the structure began to give way. Halsin reached down to grab his forearms, pulling him the rest of the way. He’d just barely began to search for you within the ship when Karlach spoke up.

“Where’s Tav?” She asked shakily, as if she had already realized the answer.

Astarion’s eyes widened, as did everyone’s. “No.” He whispered, darting over to the window.

There was a split second before the explosion, the force of it rumbling within the water. “No!” He cried, knees buckling as he collapsed.

Karlach slapped a hand over her mouth, tears already falling from her eyes like a waterfall. Halsin bowed his head, sad eyes closing as Astarion lets out a heart wrenching scream.

It didn’t matter to him that his companions had never seen him so distraught, not even after he’d delivered the killing blow to Cazador. No, this pain was entirely different.

This pain was like having his heart ripped out, then his soul extracted then his body mutilated. Every part of him ached in a way he didn’t know he was capable of feeling. Though it shouldn’t surprise him. In the time since meeting, you’d taught him many things about himself. And even in death it seems he’s still learning from you.

Astarion was more silent than Karlach and Halsin had ever seen him. As they received their reward from the Wavemother and talked to Duke Ravenguard, Astarion dragged behind them, silent tears escaping consistently.

Only once they reached camp did Astarion seem to return to his mind, paying no attention to the surprised and concerned stares from everyone else. He was only focused on storming over to the camps undead resident.

Withers did not looked fazed nor surprised by the vampires rage, closing the tome he had been focused on the staring blankly.

“Bring them back.” He demanded, voice thick with emotion. “Bring Tav back.”

Astarion faintly heard a few gasps from the crowd that had gathered behind him, the rest of the party hearing of your death for the first time.

The creatures hollow, echoed voice responded. “There is a cost to do so.”

Astarion’s jaw clenched. “What is it?”

“A matter of coin.” Withers replied simply.

A pale hand reached back into his travel pack to pull out the pouch of coin Astarion had collected throughout your travels. He shoved it against the undead’s chest. “Here!” He snarled. “Take it! Take all the coin we have, I don’t care how much it takes.”

Withers calmly opened the pouch, peaking inside. “That won’t be necessary. This is more than enough.” He said, dropping the pouch to the ground. “I recommend keeping thy distance for a moment.”

Everybody took a step back besides Astarion, only until Karlach placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and pulled.

Withers lifted a bony hand, speaking his words like a prayer. “By doom and dusk, I strike thy name from the archives. Rise!”

There was a brief flash of light that had everyone shielding their eyes. In a matter of seconds, you appeared, stumbling like you’d been thrown back on earth. Which, to your credit, is what it felt like.

Your breaths were quick and heavy as they had been in your final moments, and you patted your body to ensure you really were alive.

There wasn’t much time for you to linger in your thoughts before you were essentially tackled, toned arms coming around you in a crushing embrace. As you heard the sound of weeping, you registered that it was your love who had lunged at you.

A choked sound escaped your lips before you could even realize you yourself had started to cry, arms wrapping around Astarion’s torso.

Through your foggy eyes, you could faintly see your other companions standing a few feet away, some wiping tears and others smiling somberly at you. But they were far from your mind at the moment.

You could only focus on the man in your arms, the both of you collapsing to the ground. “My love.” He whimpered out, surely leaving fingernail markings with how hard he was gripping you. “My little love, I thought you gone for good.”

A watery chuckle escaped, one of your hands coming to lace within the white curls of his hair. “I’m so sorry, Star. Never. I could never leave you.” You sobbed.

His embraced loosened, hands traveling to your face and pulling your forehead against his. His crimson gazed peered into yours, full of desperation. As if he would never be able to look into them again.

“I have never known pain,” He whispered to you hoarsely. “Like what I felt when that wretched place exploded.”

Your lips quivered with another onslaught of emotions. You placed your own palms against his cheeks, thumbs stroking the smooth, alabaster skin. “I never would have made it on time.” You sniffed. “I’m sorry I put you through that.”

He shook his head lightly, removing his forehead and replacing it with his lips instead. He pressed a kiss there, then to your cheek, and then a final one to your lips, lingering again as if it would be the last kiss you would ever share. You only separated once oxygen became a concern.

“The others are waiting.” You sniffed, though you made no move to leave his side.

“Let them.” Astarion said, a small, relieved grin growing on his face. And you did.

The rest of the world could wait until the end of time for you to part from your Star.”

[citruslullabies]

That last DogDay x reader fic was too cute (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Would you pretty please do DD with a reader who jumps on CatNap's back to protect him only to be knocked over, and that's when DD finally finds the courage to fight his former best friend? I would appreciate some fluff afterwards 👉🏻👈🏻 Thank you!

Btw, your blog's aesthetic is so pretty :3c 🩷

Coming right up!! And awh, thank you! That's so sweet<333

Trigger warnings: blood, descriptions of violence

Requested by: anonymous 🩷

Romantic/platonic?: neutral (not specified)

Category: angst ending with fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 620

You Saved Me, So I’ll Save You

Finding a friend with so many foes was a rare thing for your situation, but you were lucky enough to have found Dogday. The canine, despite its lack of legs, was loyal and forever in your debt for your kindness. You were his angel, his savior. That's why he never wanted you to get hurt.

But catnap ambushed you two, leaving you to try and defend two smaller beings against one large one with a bigger advantage. He watched in horror as Catnap approached him with eyes so dark and cruel, knowing that his former best friend would be the one to take his life.. or so he had thought. He slowly opened his eyes when he heard a loud cat-like scream echo the abandoned building, looking up to see you on his back while he was trying to get you off like some bull-riding competition.

“Dogday! Quick, get his legs or ankles or just, something-!” You called out desperately, feeling the large cats spine dig into your stomach and chest as you dug your feet into its ribs to try and balance yourself to stay on. Dogday tried to run with his old re-stitched back on legs, but found himself in a predicament.. he couldn't hurt Catnap. He couldn't bring himself to do so, the idea alone made him feel nauseated.

But that feeling quickly disappeared when he saw you fall and hit your head roughly against the ground, causing you to lose consciousness. His eyes widened as he panicked. “ANGEL!” he yelled out as he quickly dove to get to you, lifting your still breathing body up to his as he caressed your head.

“Angel? Angel wake up!” He said, panicking. His eyes only left from your face when he heard the crooning of a feline behind him, as if it was cackling as it moved at your despair. His body acted before his brain did, growling and quickly charging at the monster In front of him. That thing wasn't Catnap, it was a monster. Catnap had died in the hour of joy, a monster being housed inside of his former friend's body instead.

You gained consciousness with blurry vision, feeling bandages being wrapped around your head in various ways as if Dogday didn't know how to properly bandage your wound. He got it to stop bleeding so heavily, but he wanted to cover it quickly. You spoke up hoarsely. “Dogday..?” You asked in a weak wheeze, causing his ears to practically shoot up in relief. He immediately hugged you close and tight. “Oh god.. Angel, I.. I was so worried I thought.. I thought I lost you for a moment!” He said through whimpers and whines.

His fur was matted with blood, specifically around his mouth and paws. But he didn't care about that right now as he snuggled his head against you and held you dearly. You blinked slowly as you remembered what had happened.. before mustering your strength to sit up and hold Dogday close, cradling his head against your chest. You sighed and rubbed his back, smiling warmly at him. “Hey.. hey.. it's okay. I'm okay, see? I'm right here.”

Despite your reassurances, the dog continued to pathetically whine and nuzzle against you as tears fell from his eyes. “I'm so glad you're alive, I don't know what would've happened if I lost you. I don't want to imagine a world without you in it, Angel.” He said softly through sniffles. You carefully scratched behind his ear and felt him relax in your warm touch, your weak eyes filled with relief and adoration as you comforted him with a warm smile.

“I don't want to imagine a world without you in it either, sunshine..”

Thank you for the request!

[arabriddler]

Dance of knives and love

in their joined origin story, they describe their relationship in this scene like this :

Sometimes allies, sometimes foes. More than friends. We hold love for each other, but we’re not lovers. That word confines us. So what are we?

How does this ‘arrangement’ work? well, most of the time they work independently, and because their methods contradict each other, they often ruin each other’s plans. Sometimes, Ed would hold the whole city captive in a riddle based escape room. This is bad for Oswald’s business, it disturbs deals and makes his staff busy. To retaliate, he either does it alone or works alongside Batman to defeat Ed’s game. If he’s working alongside Batman he’d find a way to sneak out Ed after his capture, if he’s too upset with him, he’d break him out of Arkham later on. Sometimes, Oswald anonymously tips off the GCPD or Batman to the whereabouts of other rouges to keep them out of his tail if he’s working on an important delicate project. Ed is not free from this and often finds his plans ruined and can immediately tell who ruined them. He doesn’t get caught here but takes the biggest share of the profits Oswald gets. Back in the scene I referenced above, they admitted to each other that they’d throw each other under the bus if they had to, and it was mostly admitting it to show trust ( a ‘ here I am being honest with you, will you take me? ) but they still get upset about it sometimes. They wouldn’t call themselves a traditional couple they’re more of a partnership *cough* QPR *cough* so they’d have split ups when they’re too upset, but they still know they love each other, and, to be fair, this arrangement makes things challenging for each other that it’s more often than not fun. Gotham is basically their playground.

[automaton-otto]

Who is the new strategist lady?

(Thanks for the ask anonymous)

"Ah yes, allow me to introduce myself."

Ahem!

"Greetings and Felicitations, people of the Duatsite. I am Akil Atum, Genius, Scholar, Artisan, Royal Member of the Kemet Royal Family. I use all pronouns. Gender roles are a myth. And I serve as Doctor and Strategist for the illustrious Otto Team."

"Please hold your applause, I know it's overwhelming to be around such genius."

[anonymous-verse]

The Anonymous-Verse Masterlist 2.0

there have been some heavy changes in the anon-verse recently! (And not in a bad way). We have been striving away from infecting getting into people’s blogs and starting to have our own story’s. Exciting isn’t it? Well that’s why I am updating the Masterlist!

long story short, we’ve have met friends and foes and uhm. Chaos anon in our adventure during the anon-verse! Our adventures have been spread around the blogs of the individual anon besides f@|$3 who resides here but shall we continue on with the master list? I think we should

(P.S: if you want to have more information about the anon’s and the arc’s, join the discord!)

━━╋━━━╋━━━╋━━ 

DNI: PRO-SHIPPERS, PEDOPHILES, ZOOPHILES, TRANSPHOBIC, HOMOPHOBIC, and ENDOS

━━╋━━━╋━━━╋━━ 

THE DISCORD:

━━╋━━━╋━━━╋━━ 

Tags:

these are not used as often. Mb

#anon q&a - Question and Answers for the anons

#anon talks to anon - one of the anons listed probably asked something

#anons drawings - if any anons draw something, use this

#anons shit post - yeah. Just shit posting

#incorrect anon quotes - (please tell me you know what these are)

#anon lore - THE LOREEEEE

#announcement - if anything serious or just something we think is important will be tagged here

#anon reblog - we see something related to the anon verse not on the blog? We re-blog

if you want to see a post by a specific anon then put them in the tags

━━╋━━━╋━━━╋━━

anon lore summary ^^^

(NOT FINISHED >:\)

━━╋━━━╋━━━╋━━ 

Active and or in the main arcs

Orange = had an arc already

Multiverse Arson Idiot Lurking Confused Snuff Lost Tea Assnon Eyenon 👮‍♀️ Host Sky Temmie T.O.B. Promise Regret (joke character) Tortoise Dad (joke character) f@l$3 (the main user of this blog) Bed Pun Chef Witch not active Cricket Therapist not active Beep Spelling check V01D Time Enigma (not an anon but part of the lore) Done Chaos Shapeshifter (shiter) Fragment (have there own thing) McAnon (joke character) Mr. Determination Shade (not an anon) the-arc-of-1-anon (in the process of an arc)

━━╋━━━╋━━━╋━━  ‘ANON BLOGS!!1!1!1!

F@|$3 is the user of this account mostly

@tea-anon64

@arsontheanon

@multiverse-anon

@lost-anon

@confusedanonistrying

@tortoiseanon

@shapeshiftinganon

@shadespawned

@assn0n

@timeanon

@chaos-the-anon

@pun-anon

@temmie-dah-anon

@mcanonworker

@0an-enigma0

@cricketanon

@done-anon

@spellingcheckanon

@thecookinganon

@the-eyenon

@fragment-anon

@v01d-anon

@bedanon-x3

@beep-anon

@promiseanon

@dadanon01

@host00anon

@mrdetermination-anon

@the-official-snuff-anon

@idiotanonfrz

@lurkinganon0-0

@the-arc-of-1-anon-and-more

@hope-anon5

━━╋━━━╋━━━╋━━  ‘The good ol’ victims

@swiftmitsu (the one who started it all)

@maytales

@0p1er0

@derangedanomaly

@errordust-trojan

@fell-is-suffering

@thebad-lydrawn-sanses

@entityverse-utmv

@bird-nobody

@self-proclaimed-edglord

@gibbish-anon-from-gell

@kingbluetheamze1

@wickjump

@sillylittleguy2333

@iamunabletothinkofablogname

@epilepzia

━━╋━━━╋━━━╋━━  -lost anon

[sheavoid]

anonymous asked: purple humanoid alien with shoulder canons                     badly describe my muse  //  accepting

“Huh    ,    I  thought  it’d  be  worse.”

[empirelead-a]

different anon

that anon implied post lok fanmade content will be superseded by canon??

its a bad day for some fanfiction writers sure but other things are more important??

They are still free to create fanmade content and not follow canon; fanfiction came to be for that very reason. I’m doing the same for Kuvira since everything I’ve written for her past existed way before the comics came to be...and I’m not following the ending of it either because it is a pretty bullshit way to end. I may have sounded pretty disrespectful regarding to Legend of Genji and I didn’t mean for it to come off as rude, but I just don’t like how the story is disrespectful to Korra by having her die so young and the thought of the rumored next series of doing the same is just even more disrespectful.

It is like I said: Korra deserves to have more time to shine with her story continued to be told, she finally became a fully realized Avatar.

[thisismysafeescape]

'INNER' BANKS: AN OBX SMAU Pt. 1

Summary — Follow our favorite Outer Banks Characters, alongside some intriguing new faces, while they all find themselves ensnared in a deadly game of secrets and lies.

An anonymous blog has surfaced, casting a sinister shadow over their lives by threatening to reveal their dirtiest, darkest secrets to the world.

As the web page exposes betrayal, cheating, addiction, and sinister pasts, the tension between friends and foes escalates. Trust becomes a rare and valuable commodity, and the bonds that once seemed unbreakable begin to fray. Relationships are pushed to their breaking points, as each character grapples with their own hidden demons and the fear of exposure.

Every corner of the Outer Banks holds a secret, and this anonymous puppet master seems to know them all. As the characters scramble to uncover the identity of the person behind the web page, they must confront their own past actions and face the consequences of their deceit.

Who is the mastermind pulling the strings, and what is their ultimate goal? All we know is that no one is safe, and no secret is too buried to be unearthed.

High School AU - Original Characters - Mature Themes

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; golden cheese cookie

requested by ; anonymous (22/09/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; golden cheese cookie

outline ; “I'm going to go ahead and start the Cheese Wheels Saga. Relationship headcanons and smut headcanons for Golden Cheese Cookie? She is a goddess that's worthy of respect”

note ; this is my longest dating hc post yet and clocks out at 2.17k words… i hope you enjoy it haha

warning(s) ; canon typical angst, but mostly fluff!

golden cheese cookie is someone who is going to act very differently in a relationship depending on when you got together and where you are in time at various points in that relationship — but no matter what she will treat you like a treasure, coveting you and adoring you as she would any other grand golden artefact in her collection (even more so, arguably)

before the great flour war she’s constantly flaunting her immense wealth and status to spoil you and show you off to her dear friends and citizens — dressing you in the finest cloth and the most dazzling jewellery (all authentically gold and handmade in the kingdom by her artisans, of course)

she’s all about lavish dates and gifts, giving you all she can in the world whilst still maintaining a highly affectionate and physical relationship with you — always touching you and kissing you casually in front of friend, foe, or servant (with your relationship being spoken of amongst whispers as the ‘ideal’ for any two lovers to be for how deeply in love the two of you are, both within the golden cheese kingdom and beyond its great walls)

and even before the two of you discuss marriage or engagement, she’s exchanging and borrowing jewellery from you — with her never being seen without one of your broaches, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, rings, or other such items on her person and vice versa (getting to the point where even her most dedicated staff cannot recall which article originally belonged to who — mozzarella cookie finds it so very endearing and hopes to carry on that tradition with her own partner one day)

she’s an extremely fun partner and always finds a way to make you laugh on her own or with the help of those she cares about within her kingdom — mozzarella cookie and burnt cheese cookie especially are both always willing to lend their queen a hand in entertaining you (even if burnt cheese cookie isn’t the most humorous person himself)

dates with her are also incredibly spontaneous and can involve doing anything or everything that comes to mind depending on the time you have and the weather: wrapping you up in her arms and taking you flying across her kingdom and around the nearby area just because she can, taking you around the market just to see what new wares have come in from her friends’ kingdoms, bringing you out to new restaurants that have opened around the kingdom, visiting the local artisans and having matching gifts made for each other, going out to the arena, or just hanging around the palace and being lazy — all of them are equally as likely to happen depending on each of your moods at the time

whenever she’s been away from you and her kingdom for a prolonged period of time, she’ll always greet you with a kiss that steals your breath away and leaves you laughing: speeding towards you, dipping you in her arms, and pressing her lips to yours with a passion that’s almost palpable in the air as her friends (with whom she’d entrusted your care) cheer you both on

she calls you ‘my treasure’ and ‘my dear’ and is far from one to shy away from shows of physical affection in front of others when she sees you: flying over to nuzzle her face against the side of your own, bringing your knuckles to her lips so she can kiss each and every one, pulling you down onto her lap whilst she sits on her throne so she can wrap her arms around you, collapsing against you when she’s exhausted (or feigning it for sympathy), etc.

it’s like the two of you can’t get enough of each other and the ancients love it — even if hollyberry cookie has jokingly called you both ‘sickly sweet’ and feigned illness at the sight of you on a few occasions (earning her a very light scolding from pure vanilla cookie who insisted she ‘play nice’ and that the two of you were ‘adorable’)

she has less than zero patience for anyone showing you any disrespect and makes it abundantly clear to anyone who tries to talk down to (or about) you that she does not tolerate that kind of thing — especially if someone points out the difference in status as something to put you down because that’s something that just really grinds her gears

she treasures each and every gift you give her (bought or made by your own hand) just as much as any other precious gemstone or golden artefact in her collection, with each gift having its place and being kept clean, safe and proudly on display in the palace

but after the flour war, after she’s lost everything and everyone else, something changes in her and she becomes much more clingy and protective — refusing to let you out of her sight and insisting you’re accompanied by guards at all times (even having your sarcophagus, where your still living body remained) kept in the large central room alongside hers

she’s constantly terrified of losing you and sometimes spirals so hard into her fears that she’s no longer sure if you’re really there with her or if you’re just a virtual illusion she created — holding onto you tightly and not letting go as she trembles with silent sobs and wordlessly begs for you to be real (‘please be real, please, i can’t lose you as well’) whilst you hold her in return and assure her that you’re really there, that she saved you if nothing else and that you weren’t going anywhere

she still spoils you rotten, of course she does, and you never go without whatever it is you may want or need or crave even if it’s just for the slightest moment: your wardrobes and jewellery boxes are overflowing with finery, you have thousands of perfume bottles and lotions lined up to be used at your leisure (nothing virtual expires, after all), her servants wait on you hand and foot to ensure you’re always comfortable and free of any aches and pains, you have entire sections of her palace decorated to suit your tastes, and you have your beloved only a call away to tend to you whenever you wish

golden cheese cookie becomes even more physically affectionate than before: resting her chin atop your head whilst you sit in her lap, her arms and wings wrapped around your body as the two of you just sit there for a moment or two, embracing the comfortable silence; dancing with you through the palace and laughing amongst yourselves whenever someone inevitably messes up or when the servants join in and start dancing alongside you; tilting your chin upwards and pressing a deep, passionate kiss against your lips, which always ends up with her picking you up and you burying your hands in her hair as neither of you want to break apart; her demeanour visibly softening whenever she sets eyes on you, immediately greeting you and letting her hand linger on your back, shoulder or waist as you talk — things like that

she’s also been known to wrap her wings around your body to shield you from the world beyond her whenever you fall asleep on her lap — keeping quiet and instructing everyone nearby to follow suit as she lets you get your rest and tries to stay as still as possible as to not rouse you

the two of you make silly bets on trivial things to pass the time — such as who can down the most of a drink in a set amount of time or whether she can beat her record when it came to flying from one length of her virtual city to the other — and your currency is, of course, kisses (really they’re more of an excuse to make out with each other than actual bets, but sometimes it’s more fun to play pretend)

she suffers from extremely vivid and frequent nightmares after everything she’s been through and oftentimes they’re so bad that she wakes up screaming and in tears — in moments like that the best thing to do is reach for her hand, gently direct her to look at you, let your hand linger on her cheek and reassure her that it’s over now, that you’re safe, and that because of her everyone gets to live a life of endless luxury (and be there to hold her as she cries until she falls back asleep, or until she pretends to so that you can get some sleep in her stead)

because of how much she’s lost, golden cheese cookie is extremely protective and extremely clingy — she fears losing you more than anything else in the world as you’re the only thing she truly has left, which manifests as almost possessive behaviour (reluctant to leave you alone and dismissing anyone who gets too close to you), panicking over even the most minor of injuries you get, and doing everything she can to lengthen your natural lifespan to match her own (she can’t imagine living without you and, being an ancient, the possibility of that happening is almost certain and that terrifies her more than anything else ever could)

after nearly losing her kingdom again and deciding to step back in order to join the council of ancient heroes, the very last thing she does is stay by your side as you fall into a deep sleep — stroking the back of your hand, kissing you from your forehead to your palms, reassuring you that she loves you more than anything else, that you’re her greatest treasure and her greed would never allow her to let you go, and that she’ll be back to wake you up to a new, safer, brighter world before you know it

and then you kiss her and tell her that you know you’re in good hands before drifting off into a pleasant sleep, wrapped up in her arms and wings until your virtual form fades away — the last words you exchange before she goes back out to fight being a promise of love, of greed, and of celebration once you’re finally reunited

if you met and started dating after left her kingdom to reunite with the other ancients, then you’ll get to see a very different side of golden cheese cookie — someone who, whilst initially reluctant to pursue anything serious, is still incredibly playful and flirty with you as your relationship progresses

she spends a lot of time showing off in front of you to earn your awe, respect and admiration — including training in areas around the republic where she knows you frequent, doing tricks in the air above the republic whenever you’re nearby, and using her immense wealth to casually spoil you when you’re out on dates

it takes her a while to open up to you as your relationship did start off as something very casual, but once that dam opens it all comes spilling out — usually ending up with her buried in your arms, weeping, glass of alcohol long forgotten as her mourns her citizens and expresses all of her doubts about being able to serve them as she should (she knows she can save them, she’s greedy enough for that and much more, but after what happened with smoked cheese cookie she does fret about her ability to keep the kingdom stable and prosperous once everyone wakes up from their slumber)

her dear friends, namely hollyberry cookie, are very invested in your relationship and are forever teasing her and gushing over you as your bond continues to grow — with her fellow queen stepping up to organise parties, banquets, outings, and the like just so golden cheese cookie has an excuse to get closer to you and spend time with you as a couple without the pressures of the upcoming war and the like getting in the way of everything

(she’s also the first one who recognised that golden cheese cookie’s feelings for you were more than just ‘casual’ and was the one who pushed her to confess — because otherwise she might never have said anything to you at all)

the last thing she does before going out to war is wrap you up in her arms, kiss all over your face, hold your hands tightly in your own, and promise that she’ll be back before you know it (that she’s too greedy to not fight to come home to her ‘greatest treasure’) — and the first thing she does when she comes back to the republic, one amongst thousands of victorious soldiers, is tackle you into a hug and fly up into the air with you in her arms, her cheeks wet with tears and her face split in a grateful smile as you just hold each other, and kiss, and laugh, and weep

the end of a dark time, and the beginning of the rest of your lives… starting with a typical hollyberrian party organised by the queen herself (and a cheese feast set up by your girlfriend)

[pontiffv]

astra inclinant, sed non obligant .

@sovrapppensiero

the stars incline us, they do not bind us!