#he’s very patient with electro

[voltrixz]

ELECTRO. SHOCKER. ELECTRO SHOCKER. AGRHHRHH. electroshocker and their contrasting personalities and how it affects their relationship……. (I would ramble here but I got shy so rambling in tags )

[elisegravesbondageliberation]

To begin, this is a great time to underscore the following message - DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. Elise restrains her patient in a leather straitjacket with an electro ass plug before securing him to her medical chair with multiple leather belts. He is wearing a latex catsuit and latex hood. Nopston seems weirdly calm, or perhaps frozen, considering the invasive treatment he is about to undergo. Elise tries to relax him with some electricity flowing up his ass as well as a vibrator on his cock before moving on to the intubation procedure. Using a supraglottic airway device, a device that can be inserted into the pharynx to allow ventilation, oxygenation, or for the purposes of anesthesia, Elise carefully slips the device into the throat of Nopston. These devices may be used as a temporary method to maintain an open airway during the administration of anesthesia, as an immediate life-saving measure in a patient with a failed airway, OR they can be used for kinky fun with those who are extremely perverted and who have diligently trained themselves to easily accept this device down their throat. Again, PLEASE DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! Once the device is inserted into Nopston’s pharynx, Elise explores how that one tube actually controls all of his access to air. The nose no longer is functioning. He is not able to speak. All his air flows through the small tube sticking out of his mouth. Elise wants to automate this breathing process and therefore connects Nopston to a ventilator. It is this machine that now maintains Nopston’s breathing. Next, Elise attaches a couple electro bands to Nopston’s genitals, and cranks up the electricity before generously applying vibratory stimulation to the head of his cock. It isn’t long before the bound and helpless Nopston is blowing one very giant load!

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

w.count: 2k - he who is the most patient also yearns the most

zhongli met you for the first time when you came to the harbor on a extensive, work-related trip. some sort of negotiation at the port with certain shipment partners and possible trade opportunities. you had come from port ormos in sumeru, so he imagined you would get moving onto inazuma for the same thing before long. as luck would have it, you never made it that far before the nation of electro closed its borders. so, at that point, you were now essentially stuck in land of geo for the foreseeable future.

he had run into you when you were appraising some goods that had come in with a group of merchants ; those specific good were on your list to inspect to see if they would offer anything worth decent mora. perhaps it was fate that when he had passed behind your back, he heard you murmuring something about not knowing enough about a certain vase's story painted it on with aged, chipped paint. zhongli was the walking know-it-all of liyue, so of course without prompting, he flit over to your side and explained what you were looking at for you (after scaring you since you didn't hear him walk up beside you and instead of a proper 'hello' he just jumped straight into the explanation).

from then, he would often see you at the docks. clipboard in hand or a ledger of some sort that you would be reviewing. on the rare occasion, he would just see you strolling around with nothing on your hands so he took it upon himself to occupy the free time you seemed to use by relishing in the sea breeze.

you had been in liyue for over a year when zhongli's heart dropped deep into his stomach. his very core filled with dread as you inform him that since inazuma had finally lifted their restrictions, your work would soon resume as usual. you would soon be relocated to the far-off islands of electro. the tea he had been delightfully sharing with you previously now tasted too bitter on his tongue to continue drinking at the news.

"will you ever return?" his voice was quiet, not nearly as confident and proud as he usually was. it resembled a child asking if their best friend who was due to move away would ever visit them again.

the relationship you grew into with zhongli was special to both of you. he treated you so well and educated you in things you were clueless about. you confided in him and when liyue was at risk of drowning, you were the one who he ran to first when all was settled. you still remember that night so vividly.

you were at the harbor- as usual- but instead of working, you were helping pull stranded milieth out of the sea or helping people getting further inland as the waves violently warned you of doom. when the ocean calmed and the storm clouds that plagued the sky dissipated, you felt a weight off your chest. as you checked around to make sure people were alright, you were quickly snatched away by your wrist. being dragged off to a more secluded corner of the harbor docks behind a stack of, now storm weathered, crates.

zhongli had never understood the phrase 'word vomiting', but what he told you behind those damaged and rain-soaked crates was most definitely so. his gnosis had just been traded, no longer in his possession, and he could finally, finally tell you everything. it definitely wasn't how it was supposed to happen. his whole identity spilled in the span of a several ramble while shakily holding onto your wrists like you'd float off to sea if he didn't anchor you down next to him.

"of course i'll come back." you reassure him. his hand releases it's soft grip around his teacup and lays the back of it on the table like it had given up on keep any sort of grip on anything. you understand his silent offer and place your palm on top of his. "i promise. as soon as my work in inazuma is finished and i get everything completed in sumeru, i'll come and visit you as often as i can."

feeling your pulse on the junction under the heel of your hand, he knew you were being truthful. of course, you hadn't lied to him before so he would believe anything you said regardless of the circumstances; though perhaps that was his own personal bias in a way. you could tell him you were the reason the sun rose every morning and he'd believe you- you shone so brightly in his eyes, so naturally that must be why.

you chuckle from across the table and he looks at your quizzically. you tap your fingers rhythmically across his wrist that's covered in brown fabric. your opposite arm comes to rest its elbow on the table and your palm supports your cheek.

"what me to make a contract just so you feel better?" zhongli blinks before he's craking a smile back towards yours.

"you jest too much."

"do i?"

"it's endearing."

your 'contract' is just sealed as an earnest promise he'd keep in his chest until you come back to him. on the day of your parting, zhongli kisses the back of your hand, your knuckles, and your cheek.

"for safe travels, swift work, and my sincerities," he had justified. you returned his affection with a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"for no reason other than i want to." zhongli kisses your lips for the very same reason before you board your ship that takes you far, far away from him. he doesn't account the time he spent watching your ship sail further away with his hands behind his folded ever so neatly back until it was completely out of sight. he stares at the horizon and almost wishes that it would bring you back.

it doesn't.

it doesn't.

so, zhongli waits.

the lord of geo has been alive for millennia, so the passage of time was something inane to him now. a few years is attuned to that of a blink in the grand scheme of his long, long lifetime. however, those years he spent without you at his side or in his shadow felt like centuries.

mortals squander their time, fleeting at it is, and they know they will never live forever. they will fill it with new things every day because it could be their last- they would never know when their time would come.

"it's been a long year" or month or day; all those phrases zhongli hears and agrees to in mundane conversations- but mostly just so he can identify and align with the masses as an unquestionable human. he never understood those phrases. yesterday was as long as today and will be as long as tomorrow and so forth.

the years you spent gone with only letters sent back and forth between the both of you made him feel closer to morality than anything else before. the days did feel longer. the years felt dragging. the months felt stretched. it felt like time was slowing down, dawdling and twiddling its thumbs while he was stuck suffering in its demanding sluggish waves.

it made him feel human. the terrible impatience for something or someone to come back home. the agony of the wait and the suspense on if it would happen at all. and while he wishes to feel closer to mortal life and connect to his people in such ways- this way- this game of time just made him irritated.

zhongli didn't remember the last time he had felt impatience so thick, but it began gnawing at his insides with the last letter he had received.

'my work has finally concluded, so i'll be coming back to liyue as soon as i send this letter out to you!'

those were your final remarks penned by your hand before it made it into his. when did you send this? a week ago? two? he didn't know. you neglected to date it. every day he goes to the harbor, checking morning, noon and evening to see what ships have sailed in and if you'd be on one. or perhaps you would be coming from sumeru by means of the west by the chasm, coming on foot and would simply waltz into the city.

zhongli didn't know and each day felt longer and longer.

it turns out, the horizon did bring you back to him. it just took it's sweet time in doing so.

out on the harbor once again, a ship was docking, and he saw you before you saw him. the back of your head moving as you help people unload their cargo and help them off the ship before you dismount yourself. it had been years since he had seen you, but he would never forget what you looked like. the features that wouldn't change.

walking- gaiting- down to the harbor's lowest levels was the giddiest he had probably felt in his whole life. antsy. his chest was a mess, it felt like farmers were tilling into his insides. as he stood off to the side of the dock, mindful not to block anyone's path into the harbor. his foot tapping, and hands opening and closing in repetition just for something to do with all his antsy jitters.

you must've spotted him when he was lost in his own mind since it was his name coming from the voice he memorized years ago that turned his head. you were leaning over a stack of crates that you were previously helping unload, waving so enthusiastically he was afraid you'd swing your arm into someone's head.

zhongli is someone who is very aware of affection in public areas with lots of eyes darting around. he was reserved in a way that he feels his affections were best left to the privacy of him and his choice partner. this day was an exception since the moment you were within his reach, you were crashing into his chest, and he was holding you prisoner there.

he could feel your pulse under his hand that held behind your neck to keep your head pushed against his chest. your warmth from the sun that had bathed you the morning voyage back to him. the smell of the sea breeze against your clothes and skin.

it was evident that you had changed over the years- an evitable happen stance he expected. you were only human after all. but you were still the same as he remembered. you were comfortable and warm and safe and here.

when zhongli finally returned some freedom to your range, which wasn't very far since his hands still settled comfortably on your hips, he mapped out exactly how you changed in comparison to his memories with his roaming gaze.

"how long will you be staying?" he asks.

"how long can liyue put up with me?" you answer and you feel his chest rumble in a chuckle under your palms that rest there. "i'm not sure yet. i plan on staying at wangshuu inn for the time though."

"nonsense." zhongli shakes his head and one of his hands leave your hip to brush the back of his knuckle against your cheek down to the corner of your mouth. "my home has more than enough space to accommodate your presence."

"i was going to ask," you pout and feel your face get hotter, but it wasn't because of the sun, "but i didn't want to feel like i was imposing."

"please do. you're more than welcome to 'impose' on me anytime you wish." you give in quickly much to his delight. you hoist your bags up, which he promptly takes from you without so much as breaking a sweat, and offers you his other arm. "we have much to catch up on."

when hu tao hears that you had come back to liyue, she suddenly isn't so upset that zhongli never returned to work that day.

[zebrashavestripes]

I FUCKING HATE JULIAN RUSH HE IS THE WORST.

As someone who has been in EMDR therapy for over 2 years, I think I should start with that. It should be physically impossible for a good emdr therapist to allow a patient to experience a flashback during a session. The entire point of this process is to allow the brain to be conscious and alert in the present whilst also processing and remembering the past. A flashback means the patient is fully in the past, not in the present, and the therapist has failed plain and simple.

If a flash back DOES occur, under no circumstance would you ever, ever, ever, grab said patient and HOLD THEM DOWN. this is not "Safe" this usually provokes the patient further (rightly so) because you are VIOLATING their personal space and boundaries. therapy is supposed to reinforce boundaries and people's ability to express them, not push them further. Sofia left immediately after being provoked, and she was right to. I just wish she had never spoken to him again after that.

The fact the Dr. Rush performed intense electro therapy on patients in Arkham??? Whether she had killed those people or not, there is no way electro therapy would have made her better??? What the actual fuck.

HIS ATTRACTION TO HER IS NOT CUTE. Look I see Sofia. I am a lesbian. I have eyes. She deserves all the admiration she gets. But Julian is just so fucking creepy and it's genuinely sickening. He looks at her with this very objectifying and sexual gaze. It's true that she's sexy and powerful, but he is plainly unworthy of her because he doesn't RESPECT her. Not really. He sees her as powerful, sure, but that's not the same as respect. He pushes her boundaries, asks for things he knows she shouldn't give him. He's just plain disturbing.

IN CONCLUSION: I hope she kills him <3

[roach-master]

my personal theory about Vox’s death

cw: discussion of mental illness, transphobia/homophobia, typical 1950s shit

also i am very tired rn so this might be confusing as hell xD

So Vox died aged 30-40s, during the 1950s. I’m going to start this off by saying that if Vox was a fit young man in those times, he likely would have been drafted into WW2. Now you could say he died then, but the war ended in 1945.

So my first assumption is he was deemed unfit (due to mental illness or the fact that he is bisexual), or he is a transgender man (that’s mostly me projecting, though).

For the sake of this I’m just gonna say it went both ways.

I think during life vox was a television broadcaster of some sort. Since WW2 opened up opportunities for more genders to work, he could still have been quite famous.

However, he was also greedy, selfish, a huge attention seeker, and overall pretty unhinged. He might have gone and tried to kill someone who he saw as a rival. And that, along with how queer people were treated, could have easily gotten him thrown into a mental institution.

Now, asylums in the 1950s were absolutely awful. They were overcrowded, the patients were experimented on, etc. just generally NOT where you wanted to be back then.

They used (and still use, although it’s much safer now) a treatment called electro convulsive therapy (ECT). During these times though, they were unmodified, which is now considered unethical. Now, ECT is a treatment that involves essentially shocking the brain, forcing a seizure. My theory is he died from that, and thus ended up in Hell.

I think this would explain his general paranoia, and need to keep his true, more evil personality secret. He clearly tries to appeal to the public as much as possible and fears imperfection. He doesn’t show his true side, not even to his apparently closest friends. He’s scared of being seen as crazy.

Vox is incredibly smart. He knows that nobody in Hell is a good person (Fuck, he would probably use that as an excuse on why he doesn’t need to genuinely change. He’s still evil, after all.) but he’s terrified of what might happen if he doesn’t present himself as perfect. People might reject him, and of course he doesn’t want that. He craves attention, his worst fear is being worthless, irrelevant, and tossed away like nothing. Just like he was before he died.

But that’s just a theory. A VOX THEORY (im sorry)

[darkness-and-books]

Sudoku Challenge

Spock x gn!reader

⚠️: language

word count: 493

You were going through your things when you stumbled across a book of sudoku. You weren't even sure why you had it, you hated that stuff. You think that maybe you bought it before you knew what Sudoku was and just never threw it away. You were about to throw it away now, but then a brilliant idea and immense curiosity struck you. You took it with you down to the bridge.

"Hey, Spock!" You called when you saw him, he turned slowly to look at you. "Yes, Lieutenant Y/L/N?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "I bet you thirty credits that you can't do this whole book in two days!" You said as you walked nearer to him, waving the book in front of yourself the entire time. "An interesting hypothesis, Lieutenant," Spock replied, taking the book in his hand and flipping through the pages.

"Have you a pen?" He asked, still looking down at the Sudoku. "Uh, let me see," you paused, patting yourself down, you didn't have any pockets but you usually kept one clipped to you somewhere.

You finally found behind your ear, "here," you said handing spock the pen, "Good luck, " you chuckled as you walked back into the turbo lift and headed down to engineering.

*There's no way he'll finish it in two days, that thin is like 300 pages, four puzzle a page*, you thought to yourself as you stepped out of the turbo lift. There was a medical bed sitting at your station, a whole fucking medical bed.

"What happened to this thing?!?" You called to scotty as you stood in front of your station. "I'm not sure, but it started zapping patients, McCoy had it taken away entirely," Scotty explained, "Alright," You let up as you picked up your tools and slid down to the ground.

You opened up the panel on the side of the bed and slid in. Looking at it for five minutes, you figured out that there was a quantum breakdown in the phase rubidium core, a simple fix, the electro-ceramic shell just had to be uncoupled.

You quickly got to work removing the electro-ceramic shell in question, but it was a very delicate matter and time consuming too.

"Lieutenant Y/L/N," Spock deadpanned, scaring the shit out of you, you hit your head on the underside of the medical bed. "Crap! What's up Spock?!?" You asked as you slid out from under the bed.

"I believe you owe me thirty credits," He stated with a slight smile, handing you the book and pen as you stood. "You're kidding, right?!?" You asked incredulously, "I assure you I am not," He said as you flipped through the book.

"Well damn," you huffed, "I guess I owe you thirty, " you chuckle. Spock looked around for a moment to make sure no one was around. "Don't worry, T'hy'la, I won't hold you to it," He assured you, pulling you close to him for a kiss.

[glitch-karma]

hello! can i request the headcanons of bsd boys (ADA, port mafia, guild, DOA, and hunting dogs) playing genshin impact? i wanna know what is their fav characters/elemental/region hehehe~ thanks in advance!

I LOVED writing this one

Dazai

I can see him liking Pryo characters the most

Someone who plays for fighting and building, not for lore and quests

HIS TEAM IS SO CRACKED LIKE BRO GO OUTSIDE???

I can see him maining Klee/Diluc

Definitely, the type to brag all the time

Joins people's worlds to steal stuff then leave like an asshole

I can see his main team being Diluc, Xiao, Ganyu and Xingqiu

When playing with ANYONE he'll pull out Klee and burn the grass to annoy tf out of them

Kunikida

No.

Played it maybe once cause Dazai forced him

Did not understand the point in it

Ended up uninstalling it literally an hour later

Ranpo

Has been playing it even before Dazai

Has almost every character (and ALL of them are built)

Mains Heizou for Obvious reasons

Likes swirling electro the most

Likes to humble brag but in a mean way

"Yeah I mean, I only play it on occasion I guess I'm just good!"

He's lying

In reality, he spends way too much of his and Fukuzawas money

Definitely still not so patiently waiting for Dansleif to be playable

Atsushi

Dazai got him into the game

He plays it mostly for the story quests so his characters aren't very built

LOVES Anemo and Dendro

He was so excited when Baizhu was announced

He cried really hard when he did the Chasam quest

Mains Kazuha

He LOVES Collei so much

When he first started the game he was confused why Barbra wasn't doing any damage

Cyno reminds him of Akutagawa

Yosano

Got into it from random ads

Mains Beidou and Yelan

Has been pulling for Shenhe for so long but still doesn't have her

LOVES Inazuma

Fav vision is definitely Electro

She has played through all of Shonens quests

Poe

Ranpo forced him to play and he likes it

Ranpo helps him with domains and farming

Enjoys the lore and how it's written, specifically Khaenri'ah lore

Is also waiting for Dansleif to be playable

He's an Albedo main

Relates a lil too hard to Sucrose and Xingqiu

Chuuya

Played to try to surpass Dazai

He wants to out-damage Dazai so bad but..

Poor baby doesn't know how to build correctly.

like he gave a physical build to Yanfei

Chuuya LOVES Cryo

He definitely at one point was a Kaeya main

He freaked out the first time he did 2k damage

Joins Dazai's world and says "You suck" Then leaves

Akutagawa

Only plays it because Dazai plays it

Has tried to get good characters to earn Dazai's approval but he ALWAYS loses his 50/50's

Gets on calls with Dazai to try to show how good he is

"...Why did you put blizzard strayer on Diluc." "..."

Trys to get every character Dazai has

Honestly, he doesn't know what he's doing

Fyodor

Bought an acc from someone with insane stats

Bullys kids on the internet with it

Nikolai

He plays unironically (Unlike Fyodor)

Definitely does that ritual of throwing characters off cliffs before wishing

DEF a Hutao main

Has Fydor to actually play but always fails

That trend where you change the models of your characters? He's ALL about that

Changed Klee into a cursed model of a duck

Sigma

Mains Layla because he loves her

It's his comfort game after a long day at the casino

He plays for the lore and character design

Ango

He doesn't really have time for games

Jouno

Genshin, unfortunately, doesn't have accessible playing for him

I don't think he'd play either way but oh well

Tetchō

He saw a picture of Itto and Immediately installed it

Doesn't understand the cooking function

Is also confused about the look of the food

After meeting the Adepti he actually tried eating flowers

Jouno stopped him

Likes Xiao cause of the sticker of him eating snow

Tachihara

Thinks it's a stupid anime game

[ephemeral--dreams]

Something Interesting. (3)

Dottore/Reader

Rating: T

Word count: 1598

Warnings: Dottore is his own warning, experimentation, you know the drill by now 

Notes: Dottore… (said affectionately)

( part two )

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Sometimes, his segments do things with you instead. You can predict how things will go depending on what point of his life the segment is from. The younger ones tend to be more volatile, prone to outbursts, and more likely to go too far. The older ones have toned down those parts of themselves, though that desire to experiment and see just how far he can push has never left him. Not even your Dottore is normal by any means.

Yours. That's what you consider him, but it's really that you're his. For better or worse. 

(That fact is never more obvious than after one of his segments has had their way with you, in how he hovers around you for the rest of the day. You'd almost call the behavior possessive.)

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Recently, his tests have involved a new form of delusions… He's trying to make them stronger, apparently. The side effects are much worse and happen much faster, in return for this extra power. Ideally, he wants delusions to function just like a regular vision, but he's been entirely unsuccessful, and your body is paying the price for it. 

It's particularly bad this time. Whatever he's done to the delusion, it's reacting very badly when paired with the vision you already have, completely uncontrollable in your hands. You end up on the floor, twitching as the electro delusion shocks you over and over. You feel as if you can't even take a breath, can't move outside of the involuntary jolts it causes as it electrocutes you. It doesn't stop even after he takes the delusion away.

Distantly you hear him muttering about how this was another failure, jotting down some notes before he returns his attention to you.

"D-Dottore-" You hiccup out, nerves alight with pain, the fizzling of electro simultaneously numbing and agonizing.

"Hush, hush. We'll end the experiment here."

He slides the scalpel across your throat, quick and efficient, and then it's all black.

Mercy killing, he'd called it once. "You're lucky. Most of my patients don't get the kindness of a quick death to end the suffering. But you even get to come back to life after. Isn't that nice?"

Of course, he only ever lets it happen after he's gotten all the data he wants, and only if it's so bad he can't patch you up. Quite often you simply have to suffer the aftereffects of whatever he does, instead of getting the clean slate of revival. It is what it is. 

Pain is a familiar, nearly welcome friend at this point in your life. What really unsettles something deep inside you is when he's gentle with you after. For all the suffering caused during his experiments, his treatment of you outside of them has slowly become more and more affectionate. Not that you dislike it, but… It makes you feel restless, makes your heart beat erratically, makes you anxious with how unfamiliar it is. 

It's strange to think that your fondness for him may be returned in any way. Maybe the experiments are driving you insane, making you delusional. But there's not really any denying the way his smile softens when he speaks to you, the way he strokes your hair when you lay there exhausted on the operating table, that tone of voice he uses when he says goodnight or good morning that you've never heard him use with anyone else. 

…Well, it could always just be the privilege of being his favorite test subject and no more than that. But either way, it's much, much harder to get accustomed to when you've never been treated that way by anyone before. 

You may be an enigma, but he's equally as much of one.

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All of the Harbingers come into Dottore's office sometimes, whether for a check up or for an injury. Without a degree he may be, but Dottore is the closest thing to a real doctor that the Fatui has. If you're there when someone else shows up, you generally stay out of the way. The relationship between him and many of the others is rocky. It's best not to get involved. It's certainly not your place to. Still, you observe. 

The eleventh is rarely in Snezhnaya, but when he is, he always seems far too eager for a fight. It's unsettling.

The fourth, seventh, and tenth are elusive. You've only seen them in passing. 

The third, you've been warned, is a siren that you shouldn't be lured in by. Dottore doesn't want you getting too close to her. So you don't.

The eighth is cold, and seems to think she's more threatening than she is. Or perhaps it's that you're used to dealing with people that would terrify anyone else? 

The ninth is by most often. He's cordial, smile ever-present, but you've really only exchanged greetings and introductions with him. (You remember the third time he'd shown up and seen that you were still alive, the way he'd turned to Dottore in surprise - "Taking partners besides me? How unusual." "Let's say it's a pet project of mine." "One using my funding?")

The sixth… Reminds you of what you could have turned into. Somehow, he's even more bitter towards the world than you are. Today, you sit at Dottore's desk quietly, while the balladeer has your usual place on the operation table. Something about malfunctions? You don't know the specifics of what he is or how he functions, just that Dottore had to check him over more often than the other Harbingers, and that he seems to hate it as much as Dottore loves it. 

"I need a tool that I don't have on hand. Wait here," Dottore leaves the room. It's all background noise to you - you're occupied helping go through the doctor's files. But the weight of eyes on you becomes hard to ignore. You look up. 

"Do you need something?"

"Trying to figure out what kind of idiot you have to be to look so peaceful over there. Do you really not care about anything he does to you? I know damn well he doesn't spare unique subjects from the worst of his experiments."

"Speaking from experience?" Hm. Perhaps a bit too antagonistic to be saying, but what's he going to do? Fellow immortal being he may be, but he can't do any more to you than anyone else. 

His glare is frigid. "You're lucky I can't punish you for speaking to me that way."

"Sure. But to answer your question, it's not as if I came here unwillingly. Why would I be afraid of him?"

"I see how it is. You're just his doll, aren't you?" He lets out a small, bitter laugh. "You're no better than I am. At least I don't go along with anything he wants. Do you even realize that he's just using you?"

"You seem to misunderstand. I handed myself over for him to use."

"Foolish. But why stay this long? So pathetic you can't live without him, or something? What's keeping you here?" 

You tilt your head, contemplating what he wants from you. The only thing keeping you here is your agreement with Dottore, but that's not what he's asking. You could still leave. You could go anywhere else and be anyone else, without the threat of death in your way. 

Oh, but that's the obstacle. Meaningless death and disillusionment, drifting aimlessly. An existence practically devoid of any purpose. You'd had more than enough of that already.

"...If I'm going to burn to ashes forever, it may as well have a purpose, don't you think?"

He pauses. He's silent for so long you think he's done talking to you, which is fine. It's not as if you came here expecting to speak to any of Dottore's coworkers. But then he finally responds. "Better you than me, then."

Dottore returns, and that's the end of it.

It isn't until later on, when you're helping organize the lab for the evening, that Dottore questions you.

"You don't usually talk to any of my other… patients."

"Well, he initiated it."

Dottore's gaze is assessing. Is he worried about you getting yourself into trouble with the other Harbingers? Or is it… You'd almost ask if he's jealous about you giving someone else attention, but surely he wouldn't care that much about what you do. "He doesn't usually chat much, either."

"...Mm. He just pointed out some similarities between us, is all. I don't know. I can't imagine he's that interested in me."

"He hates humans. But you're such an anomaly that you're not quite human yourself, aren't you?" Dottore waves a dismissive hand. "Or perhaps he envies that you have a heart. Who knows?"

You have a heart, sure. But it only beats for one reason.

You wonder, sometimes, if you hadn't ever met him, hadn't come here - would your heart have simply died in your chest? Gone cold like the frozen world outside?

"Come along. Apparently we've had some imported inazuman sweets arrive today. The sugar will be good for replenishing your energy."

"I'm coming," You follow after him without question. You almost feel like a pet about to be given treats by their owner… Well, it's not dissimilar to that. It doesn't matter. You're perfectly happy to spend more time with him. If he didn't feel the same way, he certainly wouldn't offer these sorts of things to you - he'd simply leave you on that cold table alone. 

And as for what may have become of you, had you never met him…

…It's not worth considering. 

[nc-vb]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧

note -> pls accept this little Scaramouche/gn!reader blurb from last year as an apology for being bad at updating? it was part of the original version of Heartstrings, but the plot has since changed anyway, so... ya.

warnings -> none; takes place after the delusion factory chapter in Inazuma; reader is a Fatui executive under Scaramouche with a vision that can heal...

words -> 1.9k

“You…” Your hands having risen instinctively at his appearance, you swallow thickly awhile trying to come up with a not-so-suspicious greeting. “Lord Scaramouche, sir, I-I… What are you doing here, sir?”

Arms crossed, chin raised, and eyebrow cocked, “I’ll have you answer that very same question for me. What business did you have at the Grand Narukami Shrine after dealing with the Traveler?”

“Er… being in Inazuma has left me feeling more spiritually inclined than normal, sir, so… I-I’ve decided to take up on religion,” you mumble flatly, immediately inwardly cursing at yourself for spouting such a shitty lie.

“Funny. Try again.” You sigh at him.

“I’d heard once… that you had ties here in Inazuma,” you start, your tone quieter than usual. “Rather than bother you with my questions, I… initially came here to check on the Traveler’s condition, but then… I ended up… speaking with Guuji Yae, but…”

Scaramouche shuffles his hands to his hips, looking almost pleased by the idea of you being turned away. “Oh, the fox woman wouldn’t tell you?”

You shake your head. “Not exactly. When we started speaking of… other things, I decided I’d rather chance waiting for you to want to answer me, yourself, if I ever asked them. If you ever wanted to answer me.”

Scaramouche’s hard gaze seems to linger on you from beneath his hat, something that leaves you warm, cagey, and a little concerned that just maybe, he doesn’t believe your ignorance to be false, after all.

“I simply… was worried about you,” you add.

“Worried,” he parrots, sounding almost offended. “Why would I need you to worry about me?”

“If you’re suddenly seeing things as if I’m making you out as weak or as looking down on you, that’s not what’s happening here, sir.” Past him, you look to the cliffs you knew would eventually bring you to a lesser shrine but a moment after feeling the sharp crawl of electricity creep up your back. “Could we walk and talk, sir? The Electro energy the mountain channels is starting to fry the hair off my arms…”

“… fine.”

And so, you lead the way, trapped between the quiet of a promised conversation and your nerves, unable to speak and walk at the same time. It’s a surprise to you, just how patient the Balladeer is being. Perhaps in your constant busyness, with your typically need to leave your Harbinger stress-free from these menial duties, you’ve never truly noticed just how differently the man walking beside you treats you. How much more patience he has for you versus the rest of his underlings. It didn’t even have to do with you being his second-in-command, because if it were anybody else in your position, this conversation might not have gone so non-aggressively. At the very least, what’s mutual knowledge between the two of you is that your relationship has always been one of respect, and not one drowned for fear of him like the others have so easily admitted to.

Finally, having descended the rest of the mountain, now far away from the crackling and sizzling of its natural Electro pond, you lead the Balladeer to the front of the abandoned shrine, to sit at its steps and take a large breath. Scaramouche remains standing, arms at his sides, eyebrows now pinched.

“S-So… I just… recalled,” you clear your throat, eyes flitting up to meet his briefly before flying back down into your lap, “that you had a look on your face when the Tsaritsa gave the order to have us come out to Inazuma. I remember you once saying that you were from here, and I was only wanting to be prepared to help you in any way I could. And then, the next look on your face when you were given the Gnosis by Guuji Yae…”

“And so, your first choice of preparation was to go and gather intel on me from that fox envoy?” he queries.

“I-I suppose,” you murmur. “I didn’t want to overstep or… um…”

“Or what?”

“… or make you sad.” You finally look up at him, not in sudden confidence, but of the pure desire to simply look at him. As per usual, his impassiveness shines clear as day in the night air, illuminated by the lanterns glowing along the shrine’s engawa. “Lord Scaramouche, Lady Guuji Yae did not tell me of your history by my own request. Instead, she helped me reach a certain point of clarity of myself regarding you… That the reason I sought her out to speak about you was more b… because…”

“You’re burning the midnight oil, here, ______.”

You huff at him. “It’s because I’ve grown extremely fond of you,” you finally blurt. “Romantically, if that wasn’t clear. I-In other words, I believe I’ve fallen in love with you, Lord Scaramouche.”

… there is a moment of silence that leaves your heart aching. At the very least, you’d expected a retort, or a comment of disapproval for bothering him with something that might’ve seemed so trivial to a man like him, but in his wordlessness, he simply stands before you, eyes trained hard in your direction.

Throwing his foot up against one of the steps to your left, you find yourself suddenly trapped between him and the railing, the air in your chest swirling. And everything happens all too quickly – his hand finding the crown of your head to tilt it toward him; his gaze rising and falling between your widened eyes and your parted lips; his subtlety in wetting his own dried lips, tongue darting carefully past his teeth to soften them, before leaning into you and pressing them firmly against yours.

You can’t control the noise that escapes you, nor your instinct to brace yourself against your surroundings — the porch, the step beneath you, the railing, his chest — in your attempt at registering the Sixth Harbinger’s actions.

He is unmoving in them, indigo eyes half-lidded as he studies your face, your reaction to him. When he just barely moves his mouth upwards, his lower lip slotting between the two of yours, and carefully moves his hand to fall to your nape, he catches your flinch of surprise, feels your fingers tighten around the sleeves of his shirt. In pulling away, he hears your small noise of disappointment, and takes in the heat resting upon the apples of your cheeks.

“L-Lord Scaramouche,” you pant, and from the corner of your mouth, you lick away the bit of saliva that remained. Was it yours? His? He’s not sure he cares.

“What?” he says, tone accosting. “Wasn’t that the definition of the “love” that you desired from me? You and I have worked together for long enough to know that that is an undeniable impossibility, and yet you still decided that the best course of action to take would be a confession?”

“I-It’s not so simple like that!” you argue, and you push his leg off the step and stand up, now an extra foot or so taller than the man. “A confession – my confession to you – is not something so fleeting; it’s not some passing emotion I’ve suddenly started feeling because I spoke to Guuji Yae. This is something I know I’ve felt since the first days I began working for you, something I’ve tried to ignore for both our sakes, and for the longest time, it worked. I managed to be good at keeping our relationship professional.

“And you’re right— we have worked together long enough that I could feel safe in telling you my truth. All I could hope for was maybe some understanding, and in a long shot, maybe a bit of reciprocation. Either way, I’d at least have something off of my chest.” You glare down at the man, fingers twitching— “A-And just so you know, I’m going to be kissing you again after that, because speaking frankly, sir, you… are an awful kisser!” – before reaching for his shirt with them and tugging him up and toward you.

He jolts, thrown off by the height difference the staircase offered and by your sudden bravado, gripping at either railing of the shrine’s staircase. Your lips, as warm as the heat that seemed to radiate from you, as soft as he’d experienced them to be the first time he’d touched them, press against his. You can only dare in closing your eyes that he wouldn’t retaliate, but you still half-expect him to push you away and scold you, something said in his flavour of retaliation and ridicule. But his hands give rise to where your hands stretch out the material of his shirt, skinny fingers wrapping tightly around the bones of your wrists to spin you off the higher step and onto equal ground.

Pulling away from you, a smirk crawls onto his visage. “And who gave you permission to speak frankly in the first place?” he asks. You can’t tell if his tone is serious and taunting or humoured and teasing. You swallow when he leans further into you, your heart racing, his lips pausing just before your ear. “Insulting your superior officer,” he whispers to you, a dry chuckle escaping him a second later when he returns to face you. “That’ll get you places.”

Taunting and teasing, you decide shakily.

To your surprise, the Balladeer leans into you once more, his glistening, parted lips slotting between yours, hands slowly moving to take hold of your cheeks in his attempt at keeping you close. It’s sloppy, teeth clacking together at times, and a little wet, but your heart threatens to burst with joy and relief at his effort, his reciprocation being something you wouldn’t have expected him to put any into.

A hand of your own raises to take the smooth curve of his jawline into your palm. He mumbles against your murmurs, and grunts at the wet, wriggling sensation invading his mouth. Their tongue? he realizes, doing poorly to mask his shock at how pleasant he finds the feeling to be. Unpredictable as per his usual routine, he returns the gesture, his own joining with yours to swirl and dance in the space between you. The softest of moans escapes him, and he tears away from you, embarrassed and breathing sharply, his pale cheeks tinted with the softest of rouge and lips tainted by your mixture of saliva.

Your laughter is faint as you lick away the liquid gathered along your own.

“So…” Scaramouche glances at you from beneath his newly summoned hat, barely having time to recover when you’ve shot him a look unfamiliar to him—it’s startling, how warm it makes him feel; how unfocused his mind is when your gazes lock; how impossible he finds it to begin stringing words into a sentence after what he’d engaged in – dazed, your eyelids flutter on incident at him, and in that starstruck, awestruck daze, “Did any of that get me anywhere with you?”

— until these words exit your mouth, that is. Your flippant attitude was not something he’d accounted for in the aftermath, and even worse, you’d caught him in a moment of vulnerability and weakness and decided to deliver them before he could collect himself.

“Something like that,” he says, tone breathy with exasperation, his eyes having rapidly widened at you. You chuckle nervously in response, daring to reach forward and adjust his slightly tilted kasa. He turns on the spot when you’re finished, clearing his throat, and beginning the rest of your descent down from the base of Mount Yougou. “Come along, then. We’ve got work to do.”

© nc-vb/niicevibe 2022-2023 please don’t repost! reblogs & comments are always appreciated.

[cannibalovers]

Do i post too much depeche mode related stuff? Maybe but i think they fit the show so well, especially hannibal

Hannibal song of the day: song no. 10

A bit about the song:

"It’s No Good" (released in 1997) is a song by Depeche Mode and was written by Martin Gore. The song fits genres like synth pop, alternative rock and electro-pop, involving a smooth, dark sound with minimal sound-effect clutter and lots of reverb. It has a deep, recognisable melody and bass accompanied by various ambience sounds or synth sounds. The meaning of the song is quite vain and dark, presenting the protagonist who can’t accept their crush not liking them - They’re convinced that they are made for each other, divinely intertwined. They were most likely rejected and hit the first stage, the stage of denial.

i love this song along with the whole ultra album sm, i was so shocked to find out not many ppl like it????????? like what

but okay anyhow, another song that reminds me of how Hannibal views Will omgggg no waaayyyyyy

I will forever stand by the fact that Hannibal is a hopeless romantic (but i think all of us know that like... the whole human tree boquet, all the flowers being carefully picked? Hanni killing the judge for Will? giving himself up to the police so will always knows where he is? um? do i need to say more) - that why I even have this song in my playlist, as the protagonist seems like a hopeless and very persistent romantic themselves (and any depeche mode song tbh)

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Verse 1 "I'm gonna take my time I have all the time in the world To make you mine It is written in the stars above The God's decree You'll be right here by my side Right next to me You can run but you cannot hide"

The protagonist feels like the person they're crushing on has to and will love them back - They feel like they have all the time in the world, they aren't planning on stopping liking them or trying to charm them, and are willing to be patient and wait for the day that their interest does like them back. Quite tenacious. The protagonist seems to be quite spiritual and a hopeless romantic, believing the two are meant to be together as it's written by the universe in the stars and pre-planned by God himself. The last line can be quite dark and desperate, considering that the protagonist says this is unavoidable and their crush should accept it. Overall the protagonist seems to be quite obsessed (totally not another reason as to why i chose the song...).

This feels like Hannibal so so much - no matter how many times Will seemed disinterested (Will stop fucking lying) or even tried to literally kill him, this bitch ain't giving up. He's really taking his time, never giving up on the idea of Will and him becoming closer, he doesn't want to give up. Will is the only person that seems to understand him, a person Hannibal sees himself in and he can also understand Will; He doesn't want that to go to waste. He made his goal to make Will his and he will achieve it; If he wants something, he will find a way to get it. It's pretty easy for him to do so, considering his vast knowledge of human psychology. He can understand people without them even saying a word about their emotions and he can influence others easily, it's an quite advantage to him(Will doesn't find him interesting? ok bet, he'll make him VERRRRYY interested:3).

And also to my surprise, Hannibal seems to be quite spiritual, even comparing himself to God or "playing God": "Killing must feel good to god too, he does it all the time. And are we not created in his image?". He enjoys the power and control it brings him, retaking what God took awy from him. He decides who lives and who dies at his hands. He is in control of his life and any person that appears in his life, it's like he writes the course of his and others lives - That's what happened with Will; Hannibal, the "God" that he is, has decided that they are soulmates and are meant to be in each other's lives forever - be it a delusion or correct, they are always coming back to each other, mainly due to Hannibal's actions. As I said, he will find a way.

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Chorus

"Don't say you want me Don't say you need me Don't say you love me It's understood"

The protagonist is assuming that their interest likes them - possibly telling them not to say it out loud in fear that it's not true. They prefer to assume and think that their crush likes them back as that's what feels real and secure to the protagonist, clearly not taking rejection well as they're trying to avoid the situation of a rejection completely. also, perhaps it's more romantic this way. Maybe they are sure of the fact that their interest likes them back, but the protagonist doesn't want it confirmed because they feel like they fully understand their interest telepathically, which they find more romantic. Could also tie to another Depeche Mode song, "Enjoy the Silence" - one of the interpretations for this song from a romantic perspective being that the protagonist wants to indulge in silent moments with his lover, not wanting to worry about words and just enjoy their lover's presence - for this song, the protagonist might also find words harmful and prefer silences.

For Hannibal, I feel like it's more the second one. One thing about hannigram, they can read and understand each other without speaking about it, well most of the time. Direct words don't seem to really do it for them, it doesn't feel as intimate as whatever gay shit they got goin on apparently. like really these bitches suck at communicating, they really don't wanna hear it or say it cuz rejection or they will get a boner and explode and cry and be vulnerable, the worst thing on this planet (i hear that "do u wanna be my big sweaty guardian alpha boyfriend WHAAAAAT WHO SAID THATWHOSAIDTHAT" sound as i type this)

"Don't say you're happy Out there without me I know you can't be 'Cause it's no good"

The protagonist really won't take the rejection and even though they assumes or wants to believe that their interest likes him back, since it isn't confirmed, they're afraid that it isn't true and are in denial, still trying to remind themselves that the two are made for each other and that their interest can't be happy without them, simply because it's no good(mainly for the protagonist).

cough cough Hannibal when will breaks up with him and gives himself up to the FBI cough cough

But no fr, this lyrics represents Hannibal's reaction so well. He can't accept that Will believes he can be happy without him, because he knows he won't be. He saw how he can be, he saw the adrenaline rushing through Will's veins turn into satisfaction, a genuine, though involuntary reaction - Hell, Will even confirmed it. He knows that Will felt understood by him and that's Hannibal's driving force, unlike the protagonist, for whom this is most likely just about his delusions and hopefulness(unless the protagonist interests is a sweaty anxious dog lover empath idk that he connects with at a spiritual level idk). Through the show it just becomes clearer and clearer that Will cannot be his genuine self with anyone else other than Hannibal. Will knows that, tries to ignore it, Hannibal knows it and isn't giving up, Bedelia knows it and is fed up with their shit. EVERYONE knows it (and everyone knows how destructive it is).

The two together are absolute menaces to society, but Will being away from Hannibal also makes everything worse. The longer Will doesn't accept that Hannibal understands him and accepts him, and he feels the same way about Hannibal, the longer he runs away, the worse it gets. He isn't happy, although he pretends to be. He built a carefully crafted, perfect family where he's a good father, caring for a widowed mother, living in the woods peacefully with their lovely hoard of dogs and are incredibly happy. But is Will happy? He thought he would be. He knew it isn't socially acceptable nor good to embrace that dark side, he has seen the effects of people who accept it. It isn't good, he shouldn't do it, he shouldn't succumb to his dark nature. Perhaps getting a stereotypically ideal family will help him feel normal and ignore it. Yeah, that will make him feel good and satisfy his need to care and nurture and feel like a white knight saving the day. It will definitely make him happy. Fake it till you make it. But is it really worth it when you have to put on a mask in front of your wife, someone you choose to marry and devote your life to, who fully trusts you and expects the same from you? How mocking it feels, when she's this open and sincere whilst you're lying to her every second about who you are. In the end she doesn't care for you, she cares for the person suit you carefully tailored out for her. But this is who you're supposed to be right? You designed this, it's genuine, no? It's just a heavily mediated version of who you are. Well, clearly not, since you see the ex that ruined ur life (tried to make u accept who u are) and immediately fold and leave ur wife lol

(man i need to be careful about my tenses and perspectives what is that, but not rewriting cuz idk how else to write it)

In the end, it's not good for Will, it's not good for Hannibal, no good for the rest of the people who gotta play fucking matchmakers and third wheel them as they flirt, this repression does nobody any good.

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Verse 2

I'll be fine I'll be waiting patiently Till you see the signs And come running to my open arms When will you realise? Do we have to wait till our worlds collide? Open up your eyes You can't turn back the tide

The protagonist is waiting, although getting impatient. They keep having hope that finally their interest will like them back, see that they are made for each other. They aren't giving up and seem to be so obsessed that they will continue to choose their interest over anyone else and be patient with them. They're hoping that their crush just needs some enlightenment and will suddenly love the narrator back after "opening their eyes". The worlds colliding are support to represent their minds and the tide, the inevitable and strong feelings the protagonist feels - it's like the protagonist already felt the tide, the emotions, powerful and sudden, hitting him, and is now waiting for their interest to be hit by the same tide.

Well, Hannibal does wait patiently. In the comfort of the psych ward Alana takes care off for him, having all the privileges, all the comforts he needs. He has enough patience to last the 3 years without breaking any rules. But ultimately, after Will said goodbye, he has left Will the option to come back and "run into his open arms". Hannibal giving himself up to the FBI was to make sure that Will can come back to him, if he changes his mind. He kept his arms open, expecting Will to come back. He knew he just has to let Will decide if he wants to do so for himself.

Will knew it was dangerous, he wanted to keep away from his as far as possible, be blind. He was well aware that Hannibal would be like a tide, powerful and merciless, he would swallow him whole once he gave in, which is why it took him so long. Like literally Jack had to come and fucking intervene and force Will back into the goddamn field like. fgfjoigfdigjjew

The only way that they would ever be back together was if their worlds, their minds, collided, and they did. Before, Will's and Hannibal's worlds were about to collide before Will hesitated and Hannibal didn't appreciate it. Jack and everyone encouraging Will, pushing him into the trap, made Will's and Hannibal's worlds collide. There was no coming back to who Will wanted to be after reconnecting with Hannibal - their worlds have merged and the damage done is way too severe now as his eyes opened, and he finally accepted his demise, letting the tide swallow him whole (just like that tide when they fell off the cliff💯).

in conclusion hannibal is pathetic and whipped, the dick is just too good

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additional notes:

i missed this

if this is hard to read due to me trying to sound formal and professional but succumbing to humour WAY too much and not balancing it well enough then pardon me

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my playlist post

thank u, hope u enjoyed<3

[pixelatedraindrops]

Ok, so, this ask is based on the peacekeepers. How would they do with them being sick? I exclude Makoto from this because we know he overworks himself at times and all.

In addition if it were to be with Swank added to this, you can also take in Kuro (my oc) into the scenario if you like.

Sorry I can’t do OCs… But the Peacekeepers hmm let me see if I can make some stuff up (they’re not my favorite so this may be difficult) And yeah I’ve said plenty on Makoto already I get it xD (he’s my antagonist to target :3c)

Okay here’s what I have come up with~

Yomi Hellsmile:

The Absolute WORST patient.

He will complain CONSTANTLY.

With every sneeze or cough, his entire frame hurts and he curses every single time his head starts pounding

And whats with all these DAMN CHILLS?!

His sickbed is full of tissues and spilled cough syrup. And his blanket is a mess too (don’t ask)

If you take care of him, good luck. Most of the gestures will be refused or thrown back at your face.

Until his fever rises to the point he becomes needy and clingy. But even THEN he’ll still back in forth refusing the caretaking or accepting it. (MAKE UP YOUR MIND)

He hates liquid medicine and will only take pills.

Also he’s a little goldilocks with food and tea. If it’s too hot or cold, he will let you know aggressively. (His tongue is very sensitive)

And he may also deny it entirely and try to keep being a little devil making things hell for everyone, so you gotta drag him to the bed (even if he bites you)

Martina Electro

Being ill is but a minor inconvenience to her.

But how she wishes her beloved Director Yomi would come to care for her…

She’s the type that brushes the illness off continuing to work at times if it isn’t too bad.

She cannot disappoint Yomi after all…

Only to get much worse later.

Thankfully, she does know her limits.

She is fairly good at taking care of herself. (As well as of the other peacekeepers if they falter) She’s usually the one caring for them.

Usually wearing a comfortable robe sitting down with some warm tea and medicine so she can still do, some work. But she makes sure paces herself.

If she sneezes or coughs she tries to be as quiet as possible doing so.

She cannot bear to falter…or Director Yomi would be upset with her. (someone help this poor woman ;-;)

Seth Burroughs

A pure sopping wet cat.

If he’s ill, it’s the most pitiful thing you’ve ever seen.

He’s very prone to asthma attacks and at times the rain isn’t good for his health either.

His unhealthy demeanor really doesn’t help. If he catches even a small cold, it will grow to something FAR worse later

He loses his already barely audible voice and has to communicate with a whiteboard.

He also can have food sensitivity, so if you feed him the wrong thing…it will come back up.

Super frail so make sure to handle him like the delicate flower that he is.

He uses his megaphone to try communicating or calling people to help him or if he needs anything. But sadly, it usually breaks out in a coughing fit.

He’s the most prone to illness out of all of the peacekeepers.

Looking at flowers brings him peace so having a vase at his bedside does make him feel a little better.

Guillaume Hall

She is SUPER needy and whiny about it

And she works Dominic like a DOG to try to meet her every need. (Dominic cannot get sick)

She’s a bratty little princess who wants everything to be done right.

She still has her fortune telling gear at her bed and she still practices it despite her poor state.

Or she opens up her laptop and watches something “fun” to cheer herself up. (Horror movies or killing documentaries)

She always wants to eat something sweet. Sometimes sneaking candy under her bed.

She sleeps with multiple plushies.

Her voice gets super deep if she loses it due to illness.

Sometimes if she has a fever or feels chils, she gets a bit delirious and wants Dominic to come give her snuggles.

Until she falls asleep in his large weapon like arms with a smile on her face.

Swank Castonell

He’s similar to Yomi in being SUPER grumpy about being sick.

Only difference is, he is VERY demanding of whoever tends to him.

Ordering them around and forcing them to use “their” money to get anything rather than his own.

His appetite somehow gets higher when ill, and he craves a LOT more meat and booze than usual

But booze isn’t a good thing to drink when ill, so it has to be kept away from him

But then he yells about it. Until he eventually passes out.

His cigar also has to be confiscated. His cough is bad enough already.

He needs to be watched at all times to make sure his usual habits don’t make things worse for him.

Eventually he’ll conk out. But he needs to be in front of a large screen tv playing the most boring documentary you’ve ever seen.

I hope this is something !!

[rosavulpes]

It had been quite some time since he'd first disembarked from Captain Beidou's ship , and set foot on Inazuma's shores .

When he had initially left Liyue for Inazuma he'd done so with the sole intention of only going for the sake of better understanding what products he could obtain through Inazuma that could help benefit his patients in Liyue before he'd commit to placing large delivery orders through the Adventurer's commission for stock going forwards .

He'd only expected to remain in the island nation for about a month or so at the very most .

He'd gone intending to only be a tourist , nothing more than that ... and yet fate had something else in store for him . It had seen Shuichi actively take part in a war , and conflict that he initially had little regard for . Forced to , none other by the island's reigning deity . The Raiden Shogun , the Electro Archon herself .

Even face her in battle .

With a smile as he thought back to how her voice , when he'd first been brought before her had been laced with a combination of stern authority , and electrifying power was now reading daintily a storybook to a group of children ? He had to stifle a chuckle .

Smiling instead he as closed his eyes to listen to her speak .

The day was bright , cloudy but still sunny . The horizon , ever visible from the nations capital looking clear . The smell of the sea always so close by , and as Ei finished reading her storybook ? Shuichi would be the first to begin clapping in appreciation , the children all following soon afterwards with the rest of the adults .

He wondered if she'd be upset that he'd tricked her into coming here to read to the children ? Or rather , tricking the Shogun into fetching Ei for him as he knew that it would be best for Ei to read to them , as the Shogun would more than likely not understand the emotional reasoning for him wanting Ei to be the one to do it .

He'd arranged for this to happen through the local schools , who'd been struggling as of late to accommodate the children that they'd been entrusted to take in .

These last few years , had been about steadily rebuilding Inazuma .

The Shogun of course , had been excellently assisting Ei in carrying out that thus far . Politics , economics , international relations . From observing how the Shogun operated , he could tell that it had no difficulties with such tasks . However ... when it came to helping rebuild the nation's wounded heart , it's spirit ? That was something only Ei could do .

While there were certain topics he'd been gradually , and appropriately conversing with her as well such as convincing her to repeal the Sakoku Decree . Despite the strides they'd made thus far, he hoped that such progress would continue

As the children all rose to follow their teacher , he'd motion for them to follow one of the soldiers stationed by to join them for lunch inside of the Tenshukaku .

He'd have to remember to send a few servings of fried tofu to Ms. Miko as his way of showing thanks in regards to hinting at what he needed to say to convince the Shogun . Hopefully those serving would keep her in a good mood when he'd propose his idea of taking the children up to see the sacred sakura tree as a field trip .

" You truly do have such a lovely voice . I'm grateful you took the time out of your busy schedule today for this , Lady Ei . I'm certain that the children appreciated being able to hear it just as much as I did "

He was teasing a bit there no different than what he'd seen Ms. Miko do , but as he opened his eyes to greet hers he would offer a genuine smile , and bow of his head in thanks .

" ... Even if they seem small . Acts such as this help reaffirm the people's commitment to you . Especially , when the children , those that come after us , are able to see the real you . Not just hear of you as the Deity of Inazuma . Speaking of which ... would you happen to have some free time later on tonight . I'd like to talk to you about something in private "

@grislyintentions

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

"Because I needed to drive into the ocean."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Sure." He quickly comes to terms with this. "But you said the water lock is fixed now, so we can go back..."

GARY, THE CRYPTOFASCIST - "DID HE SAY WE CAN GO BACK NOW?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "YES, GARY! WE CAN GO BACK SOON!" He turns to you. "If you see Lena, tell her I won't be long."

EMPATHY [Formidable: Success] - This is a man possessed, always on the brink of some breakthrough. He won't leave if there's a sliver of hope *the Great Find* might happen today.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Sir, your wife is waiting for you."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "I just have to do one more round, see if the phasmid has taken the bait... Then we're going." He refastens a bit of netting that has come loose in the wind.

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - For all his passion, this man is diligent and patient. You could learn things from him.

"Tell me about this *phasmid* you're looking for."

"Tell me more about these traps."

"Lena seems pretty eager for you to return."

"How did you become a *cryptozoologist*?"

"I'll get going." [Leave.]

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Hmm! Well, first of all it's damn difficult to find -- which is why we've been knee-deep in the reeds laying traps for it."

"What makes it so difficult to find?"

"How big is this phasmid?"

"Why are you so interested in this stick bug? It doesn't seem to be as colourful as some of the other cryptids I've heard about."

"What have you discovered about it so far?" (Continue.)

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Good question. Being a phasmid, of the order *phantasmodea* -- a ghost insect -- it disguises itself as plant-matter. In this case the reeds..." He looks around. "Awful lot of reeds around, aren't there?"

"*And*, I suspect it may also have developed other *specialized techniques* to protect itself from predators... or scientists, in our present case."

2. "What sorts of *specialized techniques* is the phasmid using to hide itself?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "It's my hypothesis that it has evolved certain electro-chemical defences that allow it to interfere with animal perception -- impeding pattern recognition, confusing the visual cortex."

"But I cannot describe how these defences work -- much less how they evolved -- without studying a live specimen."

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Yes, it makes perfect sense. You're beginning to suspect there's something *para-natural* about this phasmid.

3. "How big is this phasmid?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "I'm expecting it to be quite giant. One known species of phasmid, called the *megaphasmodea zhouensis*, is about the size of a grown man's forearm. So..." He leaves the conclusion up to you.

4. "Why are you so interested in this stick bug? It doesn't seem to be as colourful as some of the other cryptids I've heard about."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Typical rookie assumption." He flashes you a sideways smile. "Insects are much more sophisticated creatures than those unversed in zoology give them credit for."

"Even simply catching a glimpse of the Insulindian phasmid would be the apex of my -- of *any* -- cryptozoologist's career. But to study it and its defences, find out how it's stayed hidden so long..." He shakes his head.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - ...would be *glory* itself.

5. "What have you discovered about it so far?" (Continue.)

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Very little, I'm sorry to say. No one's ever captured a specimen, so all our information is based on first- and third-hand accounts."

"So no one's ever found one?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Not *yet*" He holds up an index finger. "That's what makes it a *cryptid*.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Khm..." The lieutenant interjects. "Just out of curiosity -- if there's no proof of its existence, how do you know it's real?"

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "I *know* it's real," the cryptozoologist says, brusquely enough that even he seems taken aback by it...

"By which I mean," he says, gathering himself, "I've heard enough first-hand accounts to believe quite firmly that the Insulindian phasmid is more than mere superstition."

EMPATHY [Challenging: Success] - What would it be like to grasp and hold onto something you think is next to you -- or just behind you -- like a trace of vapour you exhaled one spring morning as a child? This is what he's searching for. A spectre.

"Lena said there has been a sighting of it, here in Martinaise."

"Maybe the Insulindian phasmid has... died out?" (Proceed.)

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Yes, the most *recent* sighting was by a couple of teenagers along the coast here. That's what brought us to Martinaise specifically."

"It's the first credible sighting in several decades. Admittedly, it's an unusual location for this species, but with all the sewage run-off upstream, it probably doesn't matter much anymore."

2. "Maybe the Insulindian phasmid has... died out?" (Proceed.)

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "I have to resist the thought." He shakes his head vigorously. "Such an extraordinary creature is doubtlessly *highly resilient*. After all, it's generally thought to be capable of parthenogenesis."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Failure] - Uhm...

"Par...the...no...genesis?"

"Got it. Parthonosis."

MORELL, THE CRYPTOZOOLOGIST - "Parthe-no-genesis. Meaning the females don't need males to reproduce. Makes it easier for a species to survive in adverse conditions."

[marinerainbow]

//O M G so I love your eel ideas and now I have to tell you mine.

Smartass: California Moray (Gymnathorax mordax) because they're brown, toothy, have goldish brown eyes and while its rare they have attacked humans and left puncture wounds. They have a pharyngeal jaw, which is an extra set of jaws that come out from the back of their head to drag prey to their throat. They also enter symbiotic relationships with shrimp and that works with Smartass' "you scratch my back, maybe I'll scratch yours" mentality. He's patient and intelligent if not slightly viscious.

Greasy: Green Moray (Gymnothorax funebris) Like Smartass he also has a pharyngeal jaw but is freakier and creepier with it. He is a cooperative hunter and will often follow anyone who is slightly better at it than him so he can have his share of the spoils. His goal is to mate as much as possible and have loads of his little descendents swimming the seas. Only problem is no female moray will choose him. But like most morays, he will wait until game comes to him. POV: You're a female moray minding her own business and this guy tries to charm you.

Wheezy: Wolf Eel (Anarrhichtys ocellatus) While not technically an eel (though don't bring this up to him he'll snap your fingers off) he's a valued asset because of his formiddable jaw. He's incredibly patient and a sharp shooter with his tail, curling into an S shape for his attack. Wolf eels are actually very curious and good at hiding. They also make good parents and mate for life. They are hunters from Day 1. Also as they age they turn browner or olive green and their pattern is somewhat smokey.

Psycho: Shortfinned cutthroat eel (Synaphobranchus brevidorsalis) they're long bottom feeders and efficient hunters who love their food and will also eat dead matter. At first I was going to make him an electric eel because his weasel version probably had electro-shock treatment but then I remembered they're freshwater so he wouldn't be able to live in the sea but the cutthroat species communicate through electrical organ discharges. Also the name was just perfect. Alternatively he could be a conger eel because they're adorable but toothy!

Stupid: I'm going to agree with you and say Spotted Moray (Gymnothorax moringa) I was originally going to go with a larger conger variety but if we go by the headcanon that Smartass and he are "brothers" they should look a bit similar. Especially the ones that have kind of that goofy look on their face. They are active during the day, are usually solitary and shy and like to eat crabs. Stupid's jaw at the back is worn out a bit from being too overexcited when grabbing crustaceans. Keeping them is imoractical due to their size. Look at this unit!

Just gonna put this ask here, so anybody who reads this will see what you mean right away ^^ and don't worry about it!

I absolutely love all of these options! I gotta agree with them ^^ And I got to learn some new species too. I'm very intrigued by the wolf eel ^^

Ngl my favorite is Greasy. Just- ok let's analyze this real quick. Among animals, while the other males are duking it out trying to woo the females, a weaker but smarter male will find a way to sneak past them. And the female is so into it!! Here, it sounds like Greasy is indeed the more intelligent bachelor among Moray Eels. At least the most clever. But Greasy is such a creepy dick that the girls still pass him up! They pass up the chance of their descendants knowing how to survive because Greasy can't keep it in his pants! Greasy blocks himself! 🤣🤣

Also, that picture is just sending me. Imagining that eel as Greasy. And just... It looks so cute! Even though it looks like it's rearing to attack the cameraman XD @slashingdisneypasta would you be able to resist that face on Eel!Greasy? XD

[chrollogy]

sitting with you kicking my feet waiting to hear about all the yuscara lore

OOO OKAY OKAY !! so like this focuses more on future!yuscara since it’s been on my mind lately >< des im smooching u sm thanj you for coming here !!

yuscara lore below the cut heh

IAHSKSS basically kuni was kinda hesitant to enter a relationship with me because he KNOWS that humans aren’t eternal—they’re bound to die at some point or another. and with how kuni has experienced that with his past three betrayals, it kinda puts him in an awkward position (more of his internal conflict with himself). like, he wants to be with me but at the same time doesn’t want to get attached because he knows how it ends eventually. with him all alone again. nonetheless, after some long and hard thinking, he starts to slowly accept the fact that death is inevitable for humans and gets into a relationship w me <3 (i think its very brave of him to do so). he decided that enjoying the rest of my human lifespan w me is the best possible choice even if it meant being alone in the end with my empty vision that he keeps in his pocket all the time.

and as much as kuni hates the element of electro, he’d do ANYTHING to see my vision light up in purple again </3 also whenever he goes on strolls outside, he sees a sumeru rose and immediately thinks of me (one time we were in the forest and he gave me a padisarah while i put a sumeru rose in his hair ^^)

i also have this hc i discussed w my friends where genshin!yue gets reincarnated and meets kuni again >< so like we’d both introduce ourselves to one another again (even though he knows me already) and basically he already knows all my likes and dislikes + my personality like the back of his hand but reincarnated!yue doesn’t know that so kuni takes his time and becomes patient with everything despite knowing all that information already (he’d relearn everything about me if it meant finding me again after many years </3).

BUT the thing is !! he can’t help but compare reincarnated!yue to the original yue he met before—like, its still the same face, same voice, same everything but some personality traits differ! and some things i liked in the past, reincarnated!yue doesn’t like (e.g. i’m a big fan of sweets but reincarnated version of me doesn’t like sweets or like the reincarnated me wielding a completely different vision ><). and kuni gets sad at those little things because he knows he’ll never meet the original one again </3

[wild-joker-out-pleasures]

💫 Joker Out as Genshin Impact Elements: A Very Important Thread 💫

(A new thread from your resident Genshin Impact enjoyer)

Bojan Cvjetićanin - Pyro 🔥

Weapon: Bow (Eros vibes!)

Passionate, warm and lively

Of course a Pyro user is HOT, as well as great in bed.

A lover and a fighter, the flickering flame and the light in the darkness who brings comfort and yet also gives his all for those he loves.

Kris Guštin - Hydro 💧

Weapon: Catalyst (A very stunning one, fit for the group’s beauty)

Fair-minded, organized and regal

Both the gentle, nourishing mountain spring and the deluge.

Cautious and follows rules, yet also brave and will always choose to do the right thing, no matter what.

Jan Peteh - Electro ⚡️

Weapon: Sword (Fight me, he wears a sword necklace!)

A loner, independent and intense

A force of nature, unapologetically and unabashedly himself, like a thunderstorm.

As distant, dark and mysterious as the Electro-influenced lands in Teyvat, but with a heart tucked deep within, that shines like the lightning’s glow.

Jure Maček - Anemo 🪽

Weapon: Polearm (fastest weapon in the game, anyone?)

Free-spirited, playful and unpredictable

Do not underestimate him, as he is both the gentle breeze and the wild tempest.

Few things can hold him down or dampen his optimism and spirits. He always manages to bounce back and rise.

Nace Jordan - Geo ☄️

Weapon: Claymore (Strongest man in Teyvat!)

Trustworthy, patient, enduring

Strength personified in every sense of the word - strong in body, heart and mind.

The person you can 100% rely on and trust; he does not go back on his promises. Do not, however, test him unless you want to suffer the wrath of the rock.

Martin Jurkovič - Dendro 🌿

Weapon: Catalyst (Isn’t it obvious?)

Wise, knowledgeable and compassionate

Calm, curious and knows everything, but also knows when it’s time for action.

Levelheaded voice of reason who gives the best advice, and looks out for everyone. Like the forest, he nurtures and protects in his own gentle way.