#gentle themes

[aventurineswife]

Imagine jiaoqiu with an anomal obsessed wife and one day she brings a bby fox hme and just says “he reminds me of you” and asks if she can keep him

The Fox and the Healer

Summary: In a quiet moment shared between Jiaoqiu and his wife, she brings home a small fox, its presence reminding her of him. With his blindness and heavy heart from past struggles, Jiaoqiu contemplates the deeper meaning of healing and the fragility of life. The fox represents a beacon of warmth in their otherwise difficult world, symbolizing the love and solace they both need. As the couple embraces the little creature, Jiaoqiu finds a renewed sense of purpose in healing—not just the body, but the heart.

Tags: Jiaoqiu x Female/Wife!Reader, Comfort, Healing, Emotional Growth, Gentle Themes, Love and Solace.

Warnings: Mild emotional angst, Exploration of personal struggles and past trauma, References to war and its emotional toll.

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting the room in soft shadows. In the quiet of your shared quarters, Jiaoqiu sat by the window, his gentle breathing the only sound that filled the space. His eyes, once sharp and bright, were now veiled behind his closed lids. It was a strange kind of blindness — the result of a self-inflicted injury during his time in battle. Though his eyes could no longer see, his other senses had sharpened to compensate. The rustling of leaves outside the window, the hum of distant conversations, and even the scent of the medicinal herbs in the room all provided a symphony of information he had learned to rely on.

He didn’t mind the darkness. It had become his constant companion, a reflection of the endless nights spent contemplating the fragility of life. Yet, there was one thing in the world that always brought light to his heart: you.

Your presence was a soft warmth, a balm to his weary soul. He had been hesitant at first, unsure if he could bear the weight of another's love after the heartbreaks he had endured, but you had been persistent, gentle, and understanding. The woman who had captured his heart with her quiet obsession for the anomalies in the world — the little things that caught your attention when others failed to notice.

Today, however, you seemed particularly animated. He could hear your footsteps, light and quick, as you entered the room, a slight rustle of cloth accompanying your movements.

“I brought you something,” you said, your voice a playful lilt that made his heart ache in the best way.

“What is it?�� Jiaoqiu asked, his voice still calm, though a touch of curiosity laced it.

There was a brief pause, followed by the sound of soft padding. Jiaoqiu tilted his head, trying to focus on the source of the noise.

“I found a little fox outside,” you continued, your tone softening. “It reminded me of you.”

A small, delicate paw brushed against his hand. Jiaoqiu froze. His fingers stretched out, instinctively searching for the source of the contact. His fingertips grazed soft fur, warm and alive, and a breath caught in his throat. The tiny creature seemed to snuggle into his hand, seeking comfort from the touch.

“You want to keep him?” he asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, though he couldn't see the expression.

“Yes," you replied, your voice filled with a quiet certainty. "He’s just... so much like you. Gentle, yet strong. I thought... maybe he would be a reminder of all the good in this world, like you are."

Jiaoqiu’s heart swelled at your words, the weight of your affection settling over him like a blanket. His fingers gently stroked the fox’s fur, feeling the warmth of its body. He imagined its bright eyes, like his own, sharp and alert, though unable to see them for himself.

The fox let out a soft, contented chirp, nuzzling closer to Jiaoqiu’s hand. He could almost feel the bond forming — something deep and unspoken between them.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but... can we keep him?” you pressed, your voice gentle, yet with a pleading note that stirred something inside him.

Jiaoqiu’s fingers hovered over the little creature, thoughts swirling. His heart ached with the weight of his past — the countless lives he had healed, only to see them sent back into the jaws of war. He had long grappled with the futility of his work, wondering if his efforts were ever truly enough. But this little fox... he was different. This was not about war, or healing wounds that would only open again. It was about comfort, about giving something fragile a place in a world that often seemed so harsh.

He nodded, his hand resting softly atop the fox’s head.

"Yes," Jiaoqiu whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that only those closest to him could truly understand. "We can keep him."

The fox let out another soft sound, as if it too understood the promise made. Jiaoqiu’s heart fluttered, both with the joy of your happiness and the quiet realization that, despite the darkness of the world around him, there were still moments of light — moments like this.

As you knelt beside him, your hand brushing over his, Jiaoqiu allowed himself to smile, the weight of his heart lightened by the simple presence of the fox and the person he loved.

“Thank you,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead, where his fox-like ears twitched in response. “You’re more than just a healer, Jiaoqiu. You’re a light in this world. And so, is he.”

Jiaoqiu felt the warmth of your lips linger, and for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to believe that healing wasn’t just about saving bodies—it was about saving hearts.

[canisalbus]

as far as i understood from previous posts, Machete loves snails, but how does Vasco feel about them? does he try to love them for Machete's sake?

Maybe "loves" is a strong word. He certainly likes them more than an average person, can get lost quietly observing a passing snail for a long while, and has read about them to understand them a little better, but they aren't his main passion in life or anything. He sees a snail and feels fond, positive emotions for reasons he can't fully explain. They're common, overlooked animals and they remind him of his childhood.

If Vasco ever picked up on this, he might start to doodle little snails on the letters they exchange (in an unintentional callback to the snails you might see in medieval manuscripts). But I doubt it'd ever go beyond than that. Vasco's innate relationship with snails is largely neutral.

[akindplace]

How to find self-acceptance when you are dealing with a new-found chronic illness

“You’re already being brave dealing with all of this, and it can feel extremely overwhelming and lonely to be going through an illness, so don’t deny yourself any joy, because it doesn’t have to be earned by performing perfectly, or being the most productive you can be.”

[dykealloy]

small aside but y'know how luffy's stupidity is usually met with physical abuse of some kind? anyway. here's law's worst in response to luffy being manipulated by his arch nemesis

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Li Zeyan’s Free SSR!

“The key frames of our journey are yours choose.”

“In the world of love, you are the very heart of it.”

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[vintra-lavellan]

An amateur analysis of Rook's theme: Not The Chosen One

NOT a music expert and super open to corrections but I think Rook's theme Not The Chosen One is pretty neat—it weaves together three groups of motifs to represent three central figures in DATV: Rook, Solas, and the Evanuris.

Rook: breathing, beats, and strings in staccato.

0:00, but most especially after 0:30. We hear rapid breathing, some beats, and flourishes. These seem to convey the frenetic pace, the controlled panic, with which Rook must act and often does. It feels like Rook is running out of breath.

We also hear at around here the start of quick, detached bowings. Maybe violins? Maybe the cello?

Violins are often the central instrument, and in my head it is the instrument of choice for representing the player character. Our favorite Lost Elf Theme is akin to a duet between the violin and the cello, a final debate between a pleading Inquisitor and Solas. If it is a cello, it works well too—Rook, Solas' mirror.

In Not the Chosen One, the strings in staccato are no different—it carries the tune, the time-ticking feeling, through markedly short bows.

The use of strings in staccato here is a sharp contrast to the cello's smooth, sustained strokes (legato) that we associate with Solas. I like to think it's evocative of Rook's relative youth and position as a "narrative foil" to the Dread Wolf.

Solas: Cello, of course. In legato bowing.

At around 0:50, a familiar, mournful cello creeps in to contrast the strings. Solas.

The cello here doesn't take center stage like it gloriously does in the Dread Wolf Theme or as brutally and honestly regretful as it does in the Lost Elf Theme.

Instead, it's in the background. Underpinning the piece. You would barely notice it if you were not listening carefully, but it makes the piece feel fuller.

It is Solas, still mournful, speaking, guiding from the background, as he does in DATV.

The Evanuris. The otherwordly, digital flairs and horns.

Someone on Tumblr (can't find the original post) made an astute observation about how the Evanuris themes are heavily drawn on digital sounds to convey their otherworldliness, their warpedness. Super agree.

The Evanuris linger from the very beginning in flairs. High pitched, digitally altered horns pierce the start of the piece and throughout the interplay of Rook's breathing, their strings, and Solas' cello like a threat. In fact, a horn at 0:29 initiates Rook's running at 0:30.

The digital horns are apt—I like to think it's a callback to the darkspawn horns of the Origins theme, but warped, twisted, and advanced, as the Evanuris and the Sixth Blight are to previous blights. The horns persist heavily also in Elgarnan's theme, Eldest of the Sun (the beginning in his theme feature grand, deliberate, and slow horns, reminiscent of the Origins theme.)

At 1:20, Ghilan'nain enters. A warped wind instrument, maybe a flute, more like a harmonica. We know this is her because this is the same instrument used in her theme (see 0:32 of Mother of the Halla). She features heavily here as she does in the main story as the genius controlling the Blight.

Ghilan'nain persists for a while, rising and rising alongside the cello until around 2:00...

At 2:00, Solas' cello returns center stage in a mournful but determined passage (2:00-2:30). It is remarkable here that the cello, Solas, is carrying the main melody alone, against the digital sound, the horns, the flairs, and the strings. This is arguably the most memorable section and the most honest we see of Solas here, reminscent of his honesty in the Lost Elf Theme—no wonder this passage features heavily in the endings and meshes well with the Lost Elf reprise in the Atonement ending.

After 2:30, Rook's short-bowing strings regain control, but our other motifs—our lone cello and our Evanuris punctuating the soundscape—remain until the end.

ALSO the title is perfect. This song is about Rook, thrown into a chaos. They are not the chosen one (they are not the Hero of Ferelden nor the Inquisitor, whom Thedas views as sacrosanct "chosen ones"), they are tasked with the impossible, but they managebto weave through three major powers anyway—Solas and the last two Evanuris. This is what they do in this piece—they begin harried, uncertain... then they are guided, then they are almost bested by the Evanuris and Solas, but they survive and regain their voice in the end.

[mamawasatesttube]

it shouldve been ives........... man.......

[aesverse]

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[artist-mico]

How are you doin’?

Out of all the Medic ships what is by far your go to you do without realizing the most?

I jus’ came across this blog and omg you draw Medic so like its so cool man 🙏, your art is so scrumptious I’m gonna consume it

thank you anon. i hope my art is tasty lol.

i have a lot of medic ship stuff on the back burner, in both art and fanfic (a lot of fanfic, actually). but i think the one i go to the most is spymedic. i think this ship can easily be silly and spicy and heartbreaking and so on.

hopefully i get to show more of this ship this year, but i'll leave you with this old ass sketch featuring tentaspy.

[wolfspiders-web]

Dedan, Guardian of Zone 1 and Metal

The Zone of Alma oversees all raw material procurement in the Queen's lands, whether that's mining, agriculture, or recovery, which is then sent to Vesper for processing. Its wrathful Guardian, Dedan, has ruled it with an iron fist since its inception. While the suns of untold years has baked his skin just the same as a human, he doesn't appear to be one like the Elsen he keeps under his boot. He's as overworked as they are, his teeth and nails overgrown due to neglect because of time, time, time. There's just not enough damn TIME for everything he needs to do so he cuts out what he considers the least important events in his schedule, putting himself last to serve the Queen first. Rumors once abounded about how Dedan had a sunnier disposition, bringing hopes his sour mood might wane someday, but now they're just the stuff of barely-uttered legends on woefully short breaks.

I kinda feel like I Disneyfied him but you know how many naked molerat anthros I've seen in general. zero. fite me ignore the fact that I haven't actively looked for them shhh

yoinked his palette from one of the bits of art Mortis Ghost drew that depicted the Guardians in color because it makes him look kinda rusty

Anyway some little trivia nibbles:

heavy smoker. not like he can get cancer, so

he used to be just as pale as the Batter is and and now he's the posterchild for a lifetime in a tanning booth

has no front teeth for his "inner" mouth, because they make up the large chompers outside of it toothless grandpa Dedan lul

he can open his mouth very, very, TERRIFYINGLY wide if he needs to and has a biteforce like nothing else in the Zones

his body being metal and kind of rough means you can strike a match off him. he'll instantly put you in the ground for it tho

for the same reason he's like a living magnesium firestarter and can start fires off of himself with friction such as by rubbing his fingers

theoretically could be scruffed like a naked molerat can be, but because he's absolutely shredded all the muscle mostly prevents that. in the past Enoch has settled for grabbing him by the collar of his coat instead (Dedan has always hated this)

dislikes the sun/light and his eyesight suffers quite a bit during the day, and generally hates being above ground to begin with, so he def likes the mines the most

an old rumor says he wrestled with a rampaging Moloch bull once until it settled down, but nobody can agree if it took a few hours or a few days for him to calm it that way. discussing these old legends about their boss is one of the ways Elsen trapped in the mines will pass the time while hopefully awaiting rescue, and sometimes the debates can get heated (for them, anyway)

[aventurineswife]

could i please request sampo and you choose who else with a dog and human hybrid reader that lives with the character? the reader would have stuff like a cage, squeaky toys, and can the fic just explore what it's like domestically for a night with the character?

The Price of Loyalty

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Dog-Human hybrid!Reader, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Playful Interaction, Humor, Emotional Depth, Found Family, Gentle Themes, Teasing and Banter, Companion Bond.

Warnings: Light manipulation, Minor suggestive language, Emotional depth (brief glimpses into Sampo and Aventurine’s vulnerabilities), Mentions of past trauma, Mentions of self-serving tendencies.

A/N: Damn I'm getting a lot of sampo reqs lately🫣

It had been a long day filled with the usual mischief and deals, but tonight was different. Sampo had returned to his quarters, exhausted but still smiling that signature grin of his. His place was cozy, if not a little cluttered with trinkets and oddities collected from both the Overworld and the Underworld. You, his dog-human hybrid companion, greeted him at the door with an enthusiastic tail wag and a playful bark.

Sampo laughed softly, ruffling your hair as you jumped excitedly. "Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite little troublemaker," he teased, his voice smooth and full of affection. "You’ve been a good one today, haven’t you?"

You barked in response, spinning in a circle as he set his jacket down. There was a familiar jingle as your squeaky toy caught his eye, lying on the floor just beside your small cage—your space, your sanctuary. Sampo had always made sure you had a place to call your own, even though you often preferred to curl up at his feet while he worked.

He flopped onto the couch with a sigh, watching you eagerly as you brought the squeaky toy to him, offering it up like a gift. Sampo smirked, taking the toy and giving it a small squeeze. The squeaking noise filled the room, causing you to jump and bark with delight.

"You always know how to make a man smile, don't you?" he said, his tone light, but there was a subtle warmth behind it.

Despite your playful nature, you could tell Sampo’s mind was still buzzing with his latest dealings. He often hid his true feelings, but you knew him well enough by now to sense when he was burdened by something. You gave him a gentle nudge with your head, your eyes full of concern.

Sampo chuckled softly and leaned back against the couch, resting his hand on your head. "Don’t worry about me, little one. I’m always one step ahead," he reassured, though you didn’t quite buy it.

Later that evening, he threw a blanket over the two of you, as you curled up next to him. Your cage remained open, but it was clear you preferred this quiet moment, lying beside him. Sampo smirked, his usual sly grin softened by the comfort of your company. "You know, sometimes I think you’re the one keeping me grounded," he murmured, though his words were almost too quiet to hear over the sound of your contented breathing.

Aventurine was not the type to show weakness, but there was something about you—a human-dog hybrid—that brought out a gentler side of him. His evening began as it always did, with a reflection on his strategic decisions and the game he was playing with the universe. However, tonight was different. He had a rare quiet moment to himself, with you curled up at his feet as he relaxed on his chaise lounge, the flickering of candlelight casting long shadows in the room.

You had a way of making the atmosphere feel less tense, your presence offering a comfort he hadn’t realized he needed. Every now and then, you’d let out a small whimper, nudging his hand with your snout. Aventurine smirked, adjusting his blazer, before leaning down to pet you, fingers running through your fur with practiced care. "A little restless tonight, are we?" he mused.

You responded with a soft whine, your tail wagging slightly as you brought a squeaky toy to his feet. Aventurine raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not particularly surprised by your antics. "I suppose you’re in the mood for some amusement, then," he chuckled, the glint in his eyes never faltering.

As he squeezed the toy, the squeak echoed through the room, and you immediately pounced, trying to catch it with the speed of a predator, your eyes glowing with playful determination. His soft laughter was a rare sound—something that came not from manipulation or strategic amusement but genuine enjoyment. "Such energy," he remarked, shaking his head with a smile that never reached his eyes. "You’re a handful, you know that?"

Later, as the evening deepened, Aventurine reclined on his chair, hands behind his head. You, having tired yourself out from your playful antics, curled up at his feet, letting out a soft sigh as you made yourself comfortable. He glanced down at you, his expression shifting slightly.

"Sometimes I forget how simple life can be," he muttered, almost to himself. His fingers brushed against the delicate band of his wrist, his thoughts drifting before returning to you, curled so contentedly by his side. "You always know how to make the chaos of the world feel far less… chaotic."

Aventurine stretched, standing up to gaze out the window for a moment, and when he turned back, his gaze softened, the ruthless strategist giving way to something gentler, a hint of fondness in his eyes. "Don’t get too comfortable," he added, his tone laced with teasing, "but I suppose I’ll allow you this one night of peace."

The night passed quietly, with you curled up by his feet, and Aventurine content in the subtle companionship you offered. For once, the world outside seemed far less important, and the games of life seemed a little easier to bear with your presence.

[wild-joker-out-pleasures]

Joker Out as The Classical Elements (4/5)

Jan Peteh as Air

Here and Now, I evoke the elemental force of Air. The winds of intellect, imagination,  swirling source of flight, breath and life.  I seek the open sky within myself  that I might breathe deep of  freedom, ideas, sounds, and space.  I call you forth to sweep away  all that accumulates in the unseen places  and to sing beauty into the world.  Wind and Feather  Storm and Leaf  Air, I call to thee.

Bojan | Kris | Jan | Jure | Nace

Bonus: Alt. Jan | Alt. Jure

[delawaredetroit]

This was Aoyama telling Izuku what he needed to hear: to become the person he wanted to be, he couldn't just suppress everything. He needed to face the pain he had experienced in order to truly move forward. And Izuku did successfully use this advice throughout the School Festival Arc. He saved Eri's spirit through the School Festival. And by facing his feelings about his own past, Izuku was able to save Gentle by acknowledging him. This was a good theme, but this idea seemed to evaporate by the end of Act Two after Izuku either suppressed everything until the end of the manga or lost most of his emotional depth.

But this line was also a call for help. Aoyama clearly wanted to sparkle too, but he knew the darkness he faced was too much for him to face alone. Aoyama was attempting to address the source of his own suffering by making this disclosure about his quirk to Izuku. Even saying this much could have theoretically gotten him killed. But Izuku didn't catch the hint (his eyes are closed, Izuku was not looking at him), and so Aoyama was left alone in the darkness again.

[lacystar]

So interesting to me that sae and maruki have the only palace themes with lyrics. It’s like they literally have more to say for themselves because they’re not completely flat like the other people whose hearts you change— it’s almost like the game giving them a chance to explain because they’re either victims of their system or trying to help you.

[honeybyte]

made a guy for the Boys

[penderbend]

going back to s3 malevolent and good LORD this shit is so good. forgot how absolutely insane it is. easily my fav season (though i do love me my medieval jaunts) this just has something mixed in it thats so damn captivating