#i can't tag writing cuz this ain't it

[emelinstriker]

oh ffs the post ain't showin up in the tags from what i'm seein

gonna wait till the mornin and dissect the post if it still ain't showin up, cuz my midnight brain can't deal with troubleshootin rn fhgfnhgfg

and istg if it's all cuz of the image itself again- dfghfnghfnghfg

edit- oh yea also a lil fun fact:

the entire thing of his tail swaying from side-to-side is literally in his description- cuz like him and macaque do be doin that A LOT when looking at their respective x reader one-shots- so i decided to add that in as lil bonus to his character cuz it's cute c:

i- SIR- THAT'S SUS- WE'RE A FEW MINUTES IN- SHOULD I BE CONCERNED- also i love how the bot is actually implementing the description tho, so it was worth spending some time on writing it all out

update the next day: i made it fuckin work by dancing around the issue lezgoooooo-

[ca-suffit]

This nonstop victim parade is v funny on a level because they all really started to shut up once I got here. They go in cycles with this and I've watched them a long time. They never say what they did. This is just like the Neil "apology." It's a gesture. It's not real. "I should have handled myself better at times." What did you do then. Share with the class. Explain your shit so you take accountability. Say it in a way that isn't making you out to be some meek victim. It's not working on most of us. Show us the fucking receipts for this Lestat fan bullying you all keep talking about too. I want to see that. If it's so prominent then where the fuck is it? Cuz all I see is some sensitive ass babies who have made themselves the gatekeepers of the fandom and hate on black fans constantly like they're slick with how they do it too. You're crazy for ep 5, you obsess over that shit and you will lose it fr if they don't cancel it. You talk about black fans like everyone's too stupid for "the truth" of it "really" being a manipulated memory, but let's talk about how you can't handle if it's true and Lestat really did all that? Why can't you do that? That's where your bullshit "bullying" comes from. People don't coddle Lestat, people *gasp* hate the man! and there's your receipts. Someone says "Lestat kys" and you're making a fandom PSA about "bullies." You're SO self-centered! You saw a black man get beaten like that and you made it all about feeling bad for the white guy? You're saying the white guy's fans are the real victims here? Girl if you don't shut the fuck up. Wake up already to your antiblackness. "We should've been able to have mature discussions." Exactly, and how have you contributed to this? People follow and comment on the context of the show (of which you are not a writer on) and you're out here calling everyone dummies because of the BOOKS. Always the BOOKS. Anne Rice is dead, baby, she ain't writing this show. Neither are you. How do the natural consequences of your egomaniacal bullshit taste now? Am I riding your dick enough for all the attention you've been ordering with this superiority complex you project all over? Don't you like having someone here doing all of this in public like you're always crying is happening anyway? Isn't this what you wanted?<3 You're literally right on that train with him and that dog, saying to everyone else "I love our family." Shut the whole fuck up. You love control and you love feeling superior, especially over black fans. You can't go long without mentioning "that group" like anyone's ever done anything to you but stay out of the tags even! You're so bothered anyway tho! You can't even let black people have tumblr accounts way the fuck away from you. Pretend all day you don't care about this shit, I see you. I know you're reading all of this. Choke on it. You shouldn't have been pulling this shit so long, then I wouldn't be here. You created this, remember that.

[desires-of-chain]

Hi just popping in again

To say how to come there is no yandere link x reader smut tags or link x reader smut tags or search results I find that horrifying.

Also this will let you know because I've seen some people underage try to go to your page

I am 22 years old today my Brith day so I want to also give you a gift

Imagine the links as a shark pod or just a shark and merman pod and they just noticed wind chirp more and going up to the surface to see him get scolded by the reader who's like a mother figure on him cuz he imprinted on her. And the reader keeps them from the scientists and tells him he has to be careful. Or he gets cought.

Then the links see a scientist walking over in the reader hides wind

As a scientist says has they seen the merman they've been looking for or at least the Cub or guppy wherever you call it

And she say no but maby the should move West.

They're so touched by that that all of them have basically claimed her as there mates and go talk to the others and they all semi dislike make her theirs

And when reader goes to meet wind

For his usly snake and bounding time she in a bathing suit

Finds out that she's surrounded by the links and are Coner her in the mermaid breeding pool that they made. And make sure she can breathe underwater whiling they are all pounding into her making her there's and Makin her into a cock hoe and can only thinks about getting fucked and breed by them. As they Mark he as there's 🤤

As our little grump grumpy beIN Wacth by the impas as he was wanting some mommy and son time actually when the snacks were involved.

From 🐵 Aron

The reason why I or some others don't really put N/SFW in the tags is that Tumblr completely fucked up their entire tagging system when we respond to asks. While yes, we can still tag it and have it hidden; however, Tumblr likes to randomly flag them even if it's just erotica, and it's an absolute bitch to deal with. From a previous ask a long while ago, you can't filter n/sfw since it doesn't pick up on the '/' at all. Unfortunately, you gotta work your way around with Tumblr's tagging system. Can't always win, sadly.

Some people do not want to see that smack dab in their faces, so I work my way around with the tags. I also don't want to flood the link x reader tags like crazy, especially when it's just asks and not a drabble/fic/short. If people want to share whatever they wrote here on their main blog, they can go for it; I mean, it's not gonna make me upset if they do; it's their writing.

Now, I put content warnings on the asks here to specify if it's triggering to someone or something that might not be someone's cup of tea. For example: Breeding, Yandere, Omegaverse, etc. That way, it can be filtered, or someone can add it to their filter.

With minors -sigh- sometimes, we can't always win; they're gonna find their way around the blocked wall and still be able to read mine or others' stuff. Imma do my best to keep them from interacting or following my nsfw blog either way. It ain't a win, but at least it's something.

Also, HAPPY BIRFDAY!!! I hope you're having a great day!

Thank you for the gift; you didn't have to on your birthday, but thank you!

The scientist better back tf up from the mers, or else somebody is gon get hurt! Don't know why, but I busted out laughing at 'cock hoe.'

Poor Wind, but at least he gets spoiled by the Impas uwu

[lusiibeingcute]

...suppose i should be makin' a real introduction...

...prefer not ta share my name online ... y'all can call me pasque ... or just about anything else. i've been called dad a couple times ... 'pparently it's an alien word for lusus or somethin' ... don't bother me none :} ... i use he/him :}...

...i made this blog so trolls could share cute pictures and stories about their lusii ... and cuz one a' my cullees told me i should get grumblr...

...speakin' of,,, i'm a little old for this social media thing ... 19 sweeps young,,, haha ... i'm also beforan (apparently some trolls on here ain't...? nice ta meet ya, non-beforans) ... 'm a culler of two an' a former cullee myself (lifelong,,, haha) ... this blog ain't about me or about cullin',,, but if ya got any questions about either i'd be happy to answer 'em ... my cullees might talk on here sometimes, but y'all better be nice ... an' before ya ask,,, one of 'ems too young for an account an' the other don't want social media...

...uh,,, some other stuff 'bout me ... please don' yell,,, i got sensitive ears ... i understand if yer quirk's all caps,,, that ain't the same thing,,, don' worry ... i also don' talk in real life,,, but i'm real verbose when i write :} ... i'm an oliveblood,,, m' sign's lesces ... all my quads're open (too busy farmin' and cullin' to really get out there,,, haha) i live on a lusus farm,,, an' my lusus is still alive an' kickin' (no,,, they don' always take away yer lusus when yer culled) ... i'll post pictures of 'er eventually :}...

...so uh, yeah ... send me stuff about yer lusii or ask me questions,,, jus' be nice to each other's all i ask :} ... oh, an' ya can't offend me,,, so don' bother,,, i've heard it all...

...tags i use:...

#...cute lusii... - ...what this blog's really for,,, cute pictures and stories about lusii...

#...me... - ...me...

#...pictures... - ...photos,,, either from asks or if my kiddos can ever teach me how this ding-danged palmhusk is s'posed to work...

#...kiddos... - ...my cullees ... love 'em lots...

#...cullin'... - ...posts about cullin'...

#...talkin'... - ...havin' conversations with folks...

OOC: run by @upward-centrifuge :D

NOTE: if you wanna send an ask on anon but you want it to have a picture, just send me the picture separately and tell me which anon you want me to attach it to.

I wanted to make a gimmick blog and for some reason I went hey, let's make the gimmick blog the only character i have with actual backstory and shit. anyway i'm not giving background for him like i do for my other blogs you're just gonna have to find out for yourself. what i will say is cowboy dad is transgender as hell. He's... technically nonverbal but only in the most literal sense? Idk if there's a word for that? He'll talk your ear off when he's able to write, type, or sign, it's just talking out loud he can't do. He's only 40 but is basically a grandfather. He for sure thinks lol means lots of love.

typing quirk: starts and ends paragraphs with ellipses, puts spaces around punctuation that ends a sentence and turns punctuation into ellipses (...? , ...! , ,,, , etc). Capitalizes nothing ever. Has a southern accent that shows itself in his typing quirk. Uses a bracket for a mouth in his emojis like this :}. Refuses to swear but will very willingly make things up or use ridiculous expressions to replace swears. Misuses "quotation marks", usually for """emphasis""". Similarities in his typing quirk to a certain canon bronzeblood's are entirely accidental I swear. It's based on how old people text and is also supposed to convey that he hates it when things are loud.

anyways enjoy Pasque he's for sure one of the guys ever.

[jjcocker]

hi im gonna write my thoights rn cuz I juwt noticed. i think my church has the same mindset ever since the 1800somethings. i am not the best at my history class BUUUt i did pay some care to learn about the protestant stuff and yada yada

so one day my history teacher rambles about ethnocentrism (iirc), and she set religion as an example, and then she talks about how at some point christianity saw other religions be other religions and decided to demonize them because "its not like meeee :(" actually not even just religions, more about other people and cultures and lifestyles even--- making this "us vs them" mentality (experience based ok)

and today my dad starts talking about how apparently "people are gonna 'correct' the bible to fit their standards" and how that's "oh so bad and awful, because they think the bibles wrong even though THEIR life is wrong" isnt this current version of the bible. One that translators of it just "corrected" to fit their standards? so what is the point of whining about this????? and then, there was another point i realized. damn. are we still having that same mentality as people did in The Oldass Times?

still picking on others and saying they're all wrong because they don't believe on what "we" believe. why are we coming to this constant us vs them mentality and why can't we just unite together.

you ain't god to dictate how right or wrong someone's life is, god wouldn't even do that, doesn't he love everyone???according to????the literal bible itself???????????? in fact shaming others and condemning them for something as mundane as their beliefs is probably gonna make you worse than those other people, because they havent done anything to you, the only difference is they dont put their knees on a wooden floor and feel absolute knee pain for basically 90% of their lives (that is also from experience).

honestly I feel that actions matter more than beliefs, whether they're christian or atheist, gay or straight, why even care about that?? if a lesbian kills someone, I'll be scared, if a straight guy kills someone, I'll be scared, goD WHAT IS THE POINT OF SHAMING OTHER BELIEFS??????

ok ramble over. Sorry

uh

idk

ijave a thing in the tags bbut. idk.

[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

Ask Game!

You know I'm back-back when I'm engaging in my second favorite kinda game😌

Thank you, @linnorabeifong for the tag!

Are you named after anyone? Umm, sort of? I don't think it is as intentional as people think it is. However, my dad first heard the name on the stylist who designed his wedding fit and quite liked it. Fast forward to my mom trying and testing names, he suggested this and they both loved it.

When was the last time you cried? Hahahaha this morning on the bus on my way to work. It was raining and smelled like home because of it. And I miss it. High time I go home now, don't you think?

Do you have kids? I have a cat? She is my child. I gave birth to her. You can't prove otherwise.

What sports do you play/have you played? I grew up playing a lot of badminton, basketball and soccer among others. I also danced/still dance- jazz.

Do you use sarcasm? Sarcasm uses me💅🏼

What is the first thing you notice about people? Their boobs. Jk, probably eyes. Someone once said "the eyes are the nipples of the face."

What's your eye color? Ha. It's like a hazel brown.

Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies with happy endings? Happy endings with scary post movie thoughts? I think happiness scares me so this question is pretty paradoxical for me I'm sorry.

Any talents? I really don't mean to toot my own horn but you guys don't know me. I have a photographic memory- to the point where I'd feel guilty in school during tests (especially when I didn't study/understand the material) and stuff cuz I was "copying" from my mind pictures? I cried to a teacher about this and she died laughing. I can sing and could hop around 3-4 octaves (I am severely out of practice). I also dance- I am a better dancer than I am singer. Also, I write! Bet you didn't know I write.

Where were you born? In a hospital lol. My mother was all about that epidural. Funny story about that: there was a celebrity who was pregnant getting a check up at the same hospital and all the nurses disappeared to go see her while my mother was screaming bloody murder in labor. When my dad received the call that my mother was going into labor, he left his office and somehow lost his phone before he got stuck in traffic in the rain. Soo there was no way to reach him until he finally showed up lol.

What are your hobbies? This is going to be a repetition but dancing, singing, reading, writing, working apparently? I love organizing and shopping and rewatching my comfort shows and they are hobbies I will not hear it.

Do you have any pets? My child doubles as a pet sometimes. She'll meow from time to time. Get zoomies. That kinda stuff. Most of you know her by now haha.

How tall are you? 5' 1" - taller than you.

Dream Job? I currently have my dream job and it ain't it. So I'm revaluating my dreams. Gimme like another 10 years🫠

Tagging: @ilovelin @orangepanic @superliz6 @risingsoleil @wishingforatypewriter @crookedmouth-mountainbones @badlucksav @kinzjoydragon @vr-tb @khrystyav and anyone else who wants to go!

[moonnue]

20 Questions ♥

Thank you @anisaanisa for tagging me! ♥ I've been meaning to do these tag games but I'm always busy-- I'm actually free at the moment! And it's cool that it's a fanfic quiz, since I've just gotten into posting my stuff hahaha

How many works do you have on AO3?

Only 6 so far! I've got lots in the works but I don't like sharing 'till I'm done :3c

What’s your total AO3 words count?

29,294

What fandoms do you write for?

I've written for InuYasha, Portal, and for the little Toothfairy fandom but as far as what I've posted I'm currently, and very obviously, into Baldur's Gate 3. Other fandoms I've written for are Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Spice and Wolf

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hands On A C(l)ock (441) Portrait of a Vampire (366) Shower Break (337) Cheeky Little Pup (73) Erotica of a Vampire (51)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I don't orz. I first posted to Ao3 in 2020 and then walked away so when I came back to post the next part I was like !!! oh shit!!! people left comments LOL I felt embarrassed for just letting them sit there and now I'm kind of stuck. Plus, I feel weird going to everyone and just saying "thank you!" I REALLY APPRECIATE IT I'M JUST…….. AH!

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Not posted but it's going to be the KagKik fic I'm writing :3c Otherwise I don't like angst oops

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Shower Break, I guess? or Cheeky Little Pup? Idk, I'm even looking at my WIPs but I'm not sure how some of them are gonna end yet!

Do you get hate on fics?

Technically I experienced my first recently when I had a person try to accuse me of stealing their fic and then went on to try and drag my name through the mud. That was exciting! (sarcasm)

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

it's………. it's my main thing. oops. i write second person f/o x reader fic cuz i'm cringe and free <3

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

SOOO NOT WRITTEN! YET! But I do have a ton in mind. I think the craziest one I'd ever want to write if I got the balls to do it would be an RSK x Madoka Magica fic cuz I just think. It would be fucking funny. Given RSK are real people so I'm like ehhh maybe not. Otherwise I think the only other one is an InuYasha x Labyrinth crossover but that ain't too wild. It's been done before!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of! Also, I can't help but find it strange, the idea of stealing fic. Do people actually do this lol

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Technically? Friend of mine write together from time to time, but again, nothing posted.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

You x Your Favorite Character

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a story started that's about Naraku getting isekai'd into another world where he's the hero of it. I think it's pretty funny but getting myself to start it has been a little tough.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm really good at capturing character voices. I also think I'm good at describing emotions.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I think my sentences could stand for a bit more of a unique structure. I don't like writing place descriptions very much, I'm very character focused.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Sure…? Why not! Do it!

First fandom you wrote for?

InuYasha <3

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Care For A Wet Dog, oddly enough, even though it's unfinished. I don't know, there's something about it that I really like. It's older and I think I kind of miss how my writing used to be? Then again whether anyone else sees a difference, I wouldn't know.

not tagging anyone just cuz i...... i don't know who to tag! uh! i dont want to bother anyone lol! so if you see this and wanna do it please do! and tag me in it because if i inspired you to do it i would love to read it! (and maybe keep you in mind for any future tags? maybe? hm? *nudge nudge*)

[cljordan-imperium]

Summer Reading/Writing/Arting

Rules: there are no rules… JK just answer the bold lines

Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.

Have y'all seen my other new fics?? Huh?? Cuz, not only am I doing some heavy handed rewrites on those bitches as I'm slappin them up here but I'm adding on to the other end of 'em too. So y'all are getting demons, angels and all other manners of beings in @theimperiumchronicles, but @bombsbodyguardsbroken is dishing up some good old NOLA voodoo with a side of India Jones/Tomb Raider Fun and a bit of The Librarians shit on the side, and it's getting refined back to the good stuff y'all. Now, if you're just into humans, then @bendingthelaws might be more you're speed. Already the State's Attorney of Cook Countey has received some bits and bobs of his intern delivered not so kindly by a man he's trying to pin down as the head of a Russian crime family....or has he. Well he has received the bits...but what is really going on and who is the real threat? Well, loves, I ain't going to ruin that for you. *winks* You'll just have to read and find out!!

Recommend a book

Awe shit. I'm going back to the classics this year. Lovecraft, Shelly, Stoker, Poe, James, Barker, Wells, Doyle, Dahl, Radcliffe. The first time I read them, and probably the fifth, I wasn't coming from an author's point of view, and now I want to. I want to appreciate everything they wove through.

Recommend a fic

You want me to play favorites? Oh come on...someone's going to get their feelings hurt!!! No...I refuse. You can't make me! *pokes out tongue*

Recommend music 

This awesome group, that I did not know was not from the US until I tried to listen to an interview "in their hometown"....and it was in their native Swedish, of which I can only say "I love you". That didn't help much! I love all their stuff though, and honestly could listen to them sing in Swedish too!

I was tagged by @late-to-the-fandom

I'm going to leave OPEN TAG to anyone who wants to. I'm including my tag list just so they can see my answers. Y'all don't have to do it.

 TAG LIST - @ceph-the-ghost-writer @saltysupercomputer @careful-pyromancer @late-to-the-fandom @autumnalwalker @perasperaadastrawriting @fearofahumanplanet @jessica-writes22 @dogmomwrites @mjjune @verba-writing @blind-the-winds @shipping-through-eternity  @outpost51 @inkspellangel @blind-the-winds @sunset-a-story @writingmaidenwarrior @clairelsonao3 @toribookworm22 @there-goes-thefighter

[twinaurora]

1:56 AM

(I started writing this at the above time, this is future me at 3:30 putting a break so that it does not flood your timeline :3)

Damn, I am a creative person lol I like to write! I like to fucking sing and shit! And sometimes i do lil doodles and shit You don't have to do something crazy to call yourself creative :3 Just make something! Sometimes I think my shit is shitty But sometimes you gotta take a step back and just look at what you did And its like "Wow, I made that" It's crazy :) OH FUCK MUSIC TOO!! Man I love music, I love listening to shit, its fun Oooh, I should start tagging stuff lol, like what if someone else want to reblog something [looks off in distance, sitting at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean glimmer, sunset setting the sky a beautiful orange hue, reflected too upon the sea] Lol what if Mallek wants to fucking rant about dumb shit on my blog :O Whoa, what would Mercer look at (⊙_⊙)？ Or maybe a fucking sideblog, i've talked about that before ( *︾▽︾) Oughhh, im listening to Swank (off of brb) and there was this really soft synth in the background, that was really nice (I checked, it starts at 1:33) The Lavender Promenade? The Violet Fugue? I'll think of some more later, but i like the second one so far Ahh~, piroulines, the greatest snack ever made.... Man, sometimes it's hard to say stuff. I'll see people talking, but their in the middle of an already going convo, and its like, " Damn, maybe ill just wait a sec" and then u never do. Sometimes you respond to it verbally, but just don't message. Sometimes I just can't get the right expression through text (They might as well be dead (ROR2)) Im gonna put the music i'm listening as i write this down Aww man, we're all just a bunch of goobers ain't we. Some goofy fuckin goobers..... I'll look at Mallek, and sometimes I think that's the guy i couldn't be and then I'll look at Chixie, and that's the girl i don't know if i can be and the other two are something different (The King of Onsen (Rivals of Aether)) It's like, they both deal with people, in their own ways obviously (Take my breath (The Weeknd)) Marvus is very showy, as is for him, but damn can he talk to someone, and y'know, sometimes i can too. But he's good at it, and he's good at helping people And Mercer isn't! haha lol He's more worried about us, so obviously, more reserved But he could do the same i believe. Rougher maybe, more annoyed, but will get us away. I guess think of it like a bomb, Marvus would de-arm it, like talking down someone, while Mercer would run, cuz it doesn't know how to fucking defuse a bomb Oh man, funny analogy time I guess it's like... me mal and chix are like the lil sibling playing a game right, and ur on a hard level So you get ur big sib, in this case Mar and Mer, to help you beat the stage :) (I took another hit of cart, its 2:39 at this part of my writing)

[pridelessdaydreamer]

PLOTTER / SHIPPER

taken from: nat's linoan!

tagging: flutters my lashes like a funny lil guy :eye::sparkles:

1. CONNECTIONS

write about how our muses could connect with each other! ex. what does your muse like to do that other people would be involved in? do they have interests that other people might share?

Linhardt is a Black Eagle, and one native to Fódlan. Any who decide to study the politics of the continent would easily stumble upon his house, and connections can be drawn from there (accurate or otherwise).

She is a frequenter of the library though, even if she's most often found there late at night. Aside from her chronic reading, she also likes to fish! Not competitively though. She's not that competitive.

If you can't find them in class, the library, or at the Fishing Grounds though, just wander around the monastery a bit—they're probably asleep underneath a tree somewhere. Or in their room asleep, in which case, good luck finding them.

2. PLATONIC

write about your muse and their concept of friendship. ex. how is your muse like with friends? do they make friends easily or do they find it difficult to connect with others?

Friendship for Lin is... interesting, to say the least. They'll regard you much the same as they would any other person, but perhaps with slightly less rudeness/sass (unless you're really close, then it's worse *cough cough* CASPAR *cough cough*). The chance of summoning them with the click of your heels increases by 0.5%, so that's also a neat bonus! Really, the big thing is that they'll consciously worry about you now (when they think it's necessary to worry, otherwise, you're on your own).

The thing is, once you actually manage to pin him down, so long as you aren't asking him to do work all the time, you'd be pretty alright in his book! The threshold for 'friendship' though is rather hard to pin down—one day you're acquaintances and the next you're friends. It's not really easy to draw the line.

I can't say she makes friends easily considering she... doesn't exactly try, to be quite frank (it's part of the reason the previous bullet is so nebulous). She'd be completely content being alone forever (minus that one hamster), and she doesn't really rely on others that much except to do work she'd rather not do! Actively seeking out a friend isn't really something she does. I can't say she struggles either though—there is simply no effort made at all. Alas.

3. ANTAGONISTIC

write about your muse and the conflicts they have with other people. ex: who are they on bad terms with? what kind of people do they not get along well with? how do they act around people they don’t like?

Hubert. Also Ferdinand. Edelgard to an extent. Caspar sometimes (it's a best friends thing) /j. Yeah. Yeah.

To elaborate, anybody who expects her to put in more than the minimum amount of effort gotta be joking fr! It's not that bad if it's a misunderstanding, but if you try to force it? Yikes. (Edelgard ain't that bad fr cuz she knows when to quit! Also when to appeal. She's cool ong)

Admittedly, antagonism for Linhardt is basically the same as their normal behavior, just snarkier. More witty rebuttals and sharp comments—this man can never be anything but blunt! They're already very likely to just walk away from a conversation, but if they don't like you? Ohoho!

Won't lose sleep over it though. That's a bit too much.

4. ROMANTIC

write about your muse and their relationship with romance. ex. are they searching for love or not interested in it in the slightest? what’s their dating history like? how do they act around crushes? how would they treat their partner if they were in a relationship?

Okay 'cause this is hilarious when the muse is aromantic gwahaha!

This is an aroace lil guy—completely disinterested in romance for romance's sake (because someone tell me how he tells how many different girls they're gonna have kids together in his A-supports? Also in basically every instance it's got something to do with crests and studying them. He's a bit insane).

Their dating history is completely blank. There is actually nothing to see here.

Similarly, there are no crushes for her to act different around! This one is fairly normal (<- this post was brought to you by the Aspec Gang)

As for how he'd treat his partner if he was dating—the same way he would act if they were friends? lol? Literally nothing has changed in his mind except that there might be kisses or something. (Is there a book he can read somewhere on this? Probably.)

Oh well she's probably gonna get married off for political purposes anyway. (This post was brought to you by the Noble Clique.)

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hey, I just had an idea for what happened in Character Development skskks

After what happened to that disaster, the reader decided to ignore Joel cuz she done being with him being an "ugh," ya know? She desurvvvv. And Joel, being what he is, tries to um get notice by her, but failed everytime (I really forgot her name, but the one who's Joel supposed to "court" is with him then he spotted the reader, he be like nyooom but the reader is already poof! Gone). That Ellie had to have to make fun of it, like she being a little shit as usual. And the woman he "courting" is really confused by his behaviour and said, 'Ghurl, I'm outta here, you weird'

Then, someday, he noticed that whenever he sees her, she already had a bunch of flowers like a random ones that you picked out from some grass and bushes, holding it with a soft smile on her face, making him shuffle to the core and get jealous, and ask her but the reader answered, annoyed by his insistence: "Someone." and she's out.

Then, another day with a makeshift wrapped gift that has a card with a hand drawn heart. What really triggered him tho was a home cooked snack that tasted a little bit sussy (said by others, maybe Ellie), asked why she's still eating it, she said, "It's the thought that counts blah blah blah" making Joel getting more oomf. The other person jokingly said, "What? You gonna say yes to him now with all this wooing lmao." she answered with a wink. "Maybe"

And that my friend sets Joel off the space. My man said he ain't gonna back down, so he confronted her, then a whole ass argument happened, like shouting there, shouting here. The suprise was that all those gifts she was getting were from a little boy who had a crush on her, wooing her lolol (just thought's cute and hilarious hehe) making Joel embarrassed from what he's acting.

You can choose what is ending it be, but please make it a happy ending. My poor heart can't handle angst again... also add Ellie finding out what happened and making fun of his old man

heya nonnie! i gotta say, when I saw this I was really excited then really nervous HAHAHAH. i'm so honored that you got so into my fic to not only want another part, but to as well as send me this ask with a detailed plot. what you just gave me is a full on fic tbh and I am not in the business of rewriting someone else's brain child.

I think it's a really cute idea but it's not at all what I envisioned this fic to progress if I ever made a part two. I think if you really want a joel fic with that plot/theme, maybe write it! hopefully you could tag me and my fic if you do! I'd love to read it as well.

BUT! you should know i have decided to make a p2 😌 cos of the bad influence @sloanexx who should be thrown in JAIL. i love her but the way our minds just link should be illegal cause what about my sanity?

cheers nonnie!

[brynn-lear]

Pierro watches you all night, checking your pulse every so often.

Hello hi yes welcome back to my TEDTalks. This will NOT be organized cause HHAHAH since when has my thoughts been organized? Anyways the orange lines were stuff i screen shotted on like my 1st read thru weeks ago but I forgot most of the context as to why HAHAH anyways blue lines are for today. Ps: i can't find my savior drawing i am sad all over-

EVERYONE PLEASE WELCOME MY WIFEEEEEE!!! THIS IS SAVIOR!!! MY PRETTIEST KINDEST WONDERFUL-EST BEAUTIFUL-EST ("brynn, most is a word.") GUARDIAN EVERRRRR IN ALL UNIVERSE MWAHMWAH MY BELOVED MY DEAREST OH THERE'S MIST IN MY EYE

OKAY THIS PART I JUST SIMP FOR SAVIOR: idk why i absolutely love how she hits so much different- like, it's 100% a matter of tastes I'm not pitting your bad bitches (darlings) against each other, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I just??? Love her so much??? In her as well??? She's so sweet and so kind and not at all discriminatory AND SHE SACRIFICED HER POSITION TO SAVE PIERRO??? LIKE??? YOU CAN REMOVE THE YANDERE TAG I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THE FEELING ISN'T MUTUAL AND THAT THEY'RE NOT BOTH DEVOTED TO EACH OTHER IN SUCH A BEAUTIFUL WAY NU UH I'M NOT SEEING RED FLAGS WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT-

She's so... She's so!!!! Wonderful. She's like "this poor guy... I'm gonna accompany him!" What a pure soul... Literally. What a pure soul...

FIRST: i love this line for the dumbest reason cuz I imagined Pierro just raising an eyebrow and going "you REALLY think I need a guardian angel I'm not THAT geriatric—"

SECOND: lmfao ngl if I'm in pierro's position I'd cry and thank Savior for caring about me. Me and my affection denied ass. This will turn out differently if I'm her soulmate-

THIRD: another damn reason why savior is best girl like she doesn't care what other angels think she's just there to support...! So beautiful... So much grace... Oh I love her...

Yeah, add me in there and it would be the worst reunion of the century. Not as terrible as Fodlan's class reunion with my beloved but like— yes. If I was there I'd throw hands I'll side with Savior let's mess em up my queen. There's also an arle SS save on my phone but the photos are limited so let's pretend I sent that one with multiple heart scribbles. Yes. I know. There's none for dain. He doesn't deserve my lov- /silly. I also had SS of dottore with me writing down "AHEM." on the first mention of the angel killer but alas there's only 10 pic limit on tumblr and this ain't about u dottore /JJJJ

I'm kidding also dain ily, but in a "you're dimitri in the genshin art style" way- /shot

Like I said, orange lines are my first reading. I don't remember the damn context as to why i highlighted that. But I'm willing to bet I yelled "OH SHIT" LMAO

Today: okay reread- yeah it was definitely an OH SHIT moment HAHAHAH- also I'm gonna hiss loudly at this fallen guy. Nu uh. You're not separating my parents this is a happy family you're in the WRONG HOUSE, FOOL-

Another instance or "idk why I highlighted that but I bet girlie was absolutely shooked" HAHAHHA

Today: yep. I am definitely disorganized cuz this comes first before the one on top but anyways SAVIOR IS SUCH A QUEEN LIKE WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED TO CONVINCE ME SHE'S THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME??? SHE'S SO..AAAAAAAAAHHHHH- I WANT SOMEONE WHO WOULD DO THIS FOR ME, PLATONICALLY OR ROMANTICALLY I DON'T CARE I JUST WANT A SAVior in my life because I'm usually surrounded by "sorry, no can do. Ps if you tell ur family theyll scold u" so I've learned to do most things alone even on dangerous scenarios lmao savior why aren't you real and savior why not pick me. PICK ME. PICK ME I'LL BE A PICK ME GIRL FOR YOU WHY NOT ME SAVIOR-

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS LINE- i do not know why but honestly couple goals HAHAH (note: i am not endorsing yandere behavior in real life-). I lowkey wanna be at his mercy too because all I'm seeing for the entire fic is a green flag man who will take care of you??? And you guys are established friends??? Honestly wouldn't take that long for me to give my consent??? Honestly savior you got one of the better yans??- /shot

Ngl i chuckled rereading this part because I tried reading it as a self insert and not me reading my parent's love story and damn 💀. Earlier today I was playing an otome game and sent videos of me sobving about how another husband of mine is fricking dying and Estella replied to me (copy pasted) with these messages:

"i love how hes a brunette just like oda and gallagher."

"he dies too."

"the brynn lear curse."

"itsa good thing u dont have a crush in real life cuz imagine the next day he gets diagnosed with cancer /jjj"

And you know what? I can now understand you savior 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

Okay I've ran out of space to screen shot but you get the picture hHAHAHA ANYWAYS YEAH FIRST READING I REMEMBER GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET WHEN SAVIOR SAVED PIERRO AND I STILL GIGGLED THIS TIME AROUND SO YOU KNOW THIS IS A CERTIFIED SAVIOR X READER MWAH THANK YOU JESSAMINE FOR THE SAVIOR CONTENT THERE IS NO ONE ELSE IN THE WORLD WHO CAN DO SAVIOR LIKE YOU, BLESS YOUR SOUL-

⋆˚♱ଘ Annular Eclipse ଓ♱˚⋆

A long time ago, I binge-watched The Ancient Magus’ Bride and that decision came back to haunt me in my Church AU…… *evil laugh*

As always, thank you to @diodellet for beta-reading this piece!! And to my dear mutuals, I hope you all suffer enjoy the sinful story of Cartaphilus! Pierro x Angel! Darling ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭

Tw:: yandere, blood, violence, death, suicidal ideation, religious abuse, MDNI

Note:: fictional depictions of religion

♡ 5.7k words under the cut ♡

♡ Among God’s creations, His favorite is granted a special fate. Though all lives end in death, only humanity is blessed with salvation and afterlife. Those who live righteously may thus ascend to Heaven, whereas sinners are condemned to eternal suffering in Hell. There is, however, one exception—a fragment of humanity whose sins may never be forgiven.

♡ Legends speak of Khaenri’ah, the nation of sinners. Once the pride of humankind, its citizens challenged God through their creations in alchemy and technology—and the entire nation was subsequently destroyed in a sea of flames. In the wake of the Cataclysm, pollen from the Tree of Life rained down upon the survivors, afflicting them with their final punishment, immortality.

♡ Since then, Khaenri’ahns have roamed the mortal plane in a perpetual state of living. Denied a place in Heaven and Hell, they are cursed to live forever no matter what harm befalls their body and psyche. Due to their wicked reputation, they must also live in fear of their once-fellow humans, lest they face persecution. For this reason, eternity differs among Khaenri’ahns, with a unique fate reserved for the one who goes by the name of Pierro.

♡ After the Cataclysm, Pierro led a group of survivors to Snezhnaya where they established a new home. For three centuries, it was a peaceful haven hidden from the divine gaze of God and the Church…until it was exposed by a traitor and destroyed with manmade flames. In the ensuing chaos, Pierro was the sole “survivor” in the sense that he managed to escape. The rest were critically wounded, buried alive, and left to suffer for all eternity.

♡ Having lost his second home, Pierro began a search for other Khaenri’ahns, only to be further disillusioned. Many communities had also fallen to ruin, if not from persecution but by their own madness. Others, blinded by dreams of death, had resorted to violence and witchcraft in their fruitless attempts to break the curse. And several individuals had embarked on quests for the Tree of Life, only to disappear far away from their homeland. In two more centuries, Khaenri’ah was reduced to a forgotten myth, and Pierro had lost all hope for his people.

♡ So when he gets into an accident, he sees no point in saving himself. If he were younger, he’d be horrified at the thought of falling off a cliff. At best, he’d end up with more scars albeit another permanent reminder of his tragic fate. As for the worst-case scenario, he’d become paralyzed, trapped below the cliff, doomed to eternity as a living corpse. But now, hanging off the edge by his fingertips, he considers the possibility that his head takes the brunt of the impact. A coma would be the closest thing to a reprieve from his waking hell.

♡ Just as his grip weakens, a hand reaches out and catches his wrist. The action is so sudden, so forceful, that Pierro has no time to think before he is pulled up and his back hits the grass. Above him, eclipsing his view of the sun, is the face of a stranger. A tearful expression. A kind gaze that seems to pierce through his soul.

“Are you hurt? Why didn’t you call for help?! You poor thing, I’m sorry for only seeing you now.”

“I am…” He averts your gaze and instead focuses on the sky. It is the color of twilight—a harmony of blues, oranges, and reds that pale in comparison to the crimson skies of his nightmares. “...fine. Thank you for your kindness.”

♡ Once the shock wears off, Pierro takes a careful look at his savior. You have the appearance of a typical human, roughly the same age as he was when his body stopped aging. Definitely not a Khaenri’ahn, given your lack of cursed marks and star-shaped pupils. Neither are there any religious symbols on your clothing, which is a relief. As for your tears shed on his behalf…he’ll chalk it up to pity.

♡ At your insistence, you treat him to a meal at the nearest inn. When Pierro introduces himself as an ordinary traveler, you make a similar claim and suggest journeying together. It is a tempting offer—the both of you are alone with no destination in mind, and you seem harmless. So against his better judgment, Pierro accepts your proposal.

♡ Over time, he warms up to his new companion. You are kind, competent, a bright presence in his life. Traveling with you is like seeing the world with new eyes—you lead him to bustling cities, picturesque forests, places teeming with life. The only downside is your visits to the Church for prayers and chats with the local priests, but you at least seem to be an open-minded believer. You always tell Pierro that he doesn’t need to follow along but he does so anyway, if only to evade suspicion and admire the religious art with you.

♡ Other than that, you don’t reveal much about yourself. But you aren’t one to pry into Pierro’s past so he gives you the same courtesy. At times, he finds himself looking at you fondly, feeling a spark of physical attraction, dreaming of a happy future with you. But those delusions are always dashed by the fact of your humanity, so he instead resolves to cherish what little time you have left before death claims your soul.

♡ That was his goal until he begins to notice certain…oddities. It’s common for the two of you to share a tent, a room, sometimes even a bed. Neither of you are fazed by it, especially when Pierro’s main concern is concealing his cursed marks with makeup. But a few months into your travels, he makes a quiet realization: In those nights of shared slumber, not once has he fallen asleep without feeling your gaze on him.

♡ At first, he assumes that you merely sleep later and wake up earlier than him. But every time Pierro wakes up in the middle of the night, you immediately sit up and tend to him, acting as energetic as usual. Neither do you appear lethargic after nights when it is difficult to sleep. So he puts it to the test by regularly chatting with you late into the night; you always follow along, not once sounding tired nor in want of sleep. Once, he talks to you all night long and in the morning, while Pierro is plagued with fatigue, you look perfectly awake. And only when he subtly points it out do you yawn and go back to bed.

♡ Other mysteries follow. There is the time the two of you trekked through a barren wasteland and ran out of food. It took you two days to reach civilization and while Pierro was starving, you never complained about hunger. If anything, you still managed to walk and fight off beasts at your usual energy levels. And on the rare chance that Pierro is injured, you are the one who treats his wounds…and they always heal at an unnaturally fast pace.

♡ A year into your travels, he decides to look for answers. One night, he shares a bed with you and feigns sleep. For the next few hours, he just lies there and takes note of your unnatural way of sleeping—no slowed breaths, no involuntary movements, yet the persistent feeling that he is still being watched. Shortly after midnight, he pulls out a dagger from under his pillow and aims it at you.

♡ It was only a test to see if you’d react quickly and reveal your ruse. Which is exactly what you do, eyes fluttering open and your hand catching the dagger before Pierro can stop short of stabbing your chest. The look on your face is calm, utterly devoid of fear, and you make no move to leave the bed. You just stare at him with the same piercing gaze.

“Good morning,” you tell him. “Are you going to explain the sudden wakeup call? I don’t believe this is rooted in any Khaenri’ahn practices.”

At the mention of his homeland, Pierro’s grip on the dagger tightens. “So it appears that my suspicions were not unfounded. Answer me, are you a spy of the Church?”

Your answer is a benevolent smile. A soft light shines from your body as a halo—silver, pierced with nails—appears behind your head, followed by a wispy veil. Luminous wings emerge from your back, caging Pierro in a feathery embrace.

Your hand, marked with a bloodstained scar, wraps around his wrist.

“I’m your guardian angel,” you whisper.

♡ Technically, your statement is untrue. In a calm voice, you explain that Khaenri’ahns can’t be assigned guardian angels due to their immortality. Moreover, most angels harbor contempt for his kind though you are a rare exception, having taken pity on Pierro and chosen to become his unofficial guardian. The last part triggers an offended response—are you mocking him?

♡ As for your true nature, you’re the leader of the Archangels. As an angel of the Third Sphere, you are one of the closest to humanity, a divine messenger with the additional tasks of providing blessings and guiding humans towards the path of righteousness. Only, you’re currently on a ten-year “break;” it just so happened that you noticed Pierro at the start of your sabbatical.

♡ Once he is confident that you won’t smite him in cold blood, he goes to sleep—it’s been a long night and fatigue will only dull his senses. When he wakes up, he can almost believe that last night’s events were a dream…until you loom over him in your true form, wishing him a good morning. After a long conversation, he decides to continue traveling with you. That way, he can keep a close eye on you and gain some useful knowledge.

♡ Thus resumes your journey. In addition to Pierro’s distrust, there are major changes to your dynamic. You still travel in your human guise but you switch to your true form when it’s just the two of you. Since angels don’t need food or sleep to sustain themselves, you stop eating with him unless you’re in public. At night, only one bed is needed and you simply watch over Pierro, wishing him a peaceful slumber. Your gentle gaze is always the last thing he sees each day, though it takes months before he can fall asleep comfortably.

♡ He also learns about your nightly pastimes. As it turns out, while Pierro is asleep, you like to fly around the city to help lost souls. Just small acts of kindness in your human form…and if needed, divine interventions in the Church. It explains why he often wakes up to news about corrupt priests who experienced “visions of an angel” and publicly confessed their sins.

♡ Along your journey, you also stop by the homes of the humans previously assigned to you. At the beginning of each visit, you go to the cemetery and speak to their grave. Afterwards, you bring Pierro to their favorite places and reminisce about their lives. When he asks why you can’t simply see them in Heaven, you give him a sad smile and explain that the deceased reside in a realm beyond the jurisdiction of angels. In a paradise where every soul is purged of sin, what use is there for an angel’s guidance?

♡ You mourn the lives of angels as well. It comes as a shock to Pierro, the idea that even an angel is susceptible to death. To which you explain that many of your divine siblings were killed by demons. And because afterlife does not exist for spiritual beings, both species simply cease to exist once their lives have ended. As for your former brethren, they cut all ties with you after their descent.

♡ Slowly, Pierro grows to trust you again. It helps that you were able to prove yourself a year later by saving him from your own kind. Granted, he could suspect that it was merely an act but the sight of a Principality cowering before you, their cassock staked to the floor by silver nails, is quite convincing. Not to mention your cold gaze overflowing with wrath.

“So tell me. Why exactly did you attack my dear human?”

The room is silent, save for the younger angel’s whimpers. To think that a few minutes ago, Pierro had been sleeping peacefully. Now he stands beside you, blood trickling from a cut under his scarred eye, still gripping his unused sword.

“I…” Despite being a rank above you, his attacker is clearly terrified. “But ______, that man…he is one of the accursed sinners! He—”

“Now, now.” You kneel to their level but all kindness is lost in your tone. More nails appear out of thin air, all pointing towards the angel’s body. “Look me in the eye when I am talking to you.”

♡ In the end, the angel kneels before Pierro and begs for forgiveness. He accepts their apology, but not without harsh words and a swipe of his sword against their face. After they leave, you worriedly turn to Pierro and heal his injuries. Thanks to your powers, all of his wounds close up without a trace. Still, when you take your hand off his face, what he sees in the mirror is not his healed cheek but the cursed marks exclusive to Khaenri’ahns.

*✧･ﾟ

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

Despite the nature of the attack, you are the one acting emotional. A tear rolls down your cheek as you trace the cursed side of Pierro’s face.

“You need not apologize on behalf of your brethren,” he mutters. He glances at his right arm, sleeve pulled up to reveal a similar pattern of blue veins and black markings. “...or your Heavenly Father. And I believe I’ve told you countless times not to waste your tears on me.”

“Still.” Shaking your head, you look him in the eye. “How can I not cry every time I gaze into your soul? I wish I could save you, put an end to your pain…but it’s impossible.”

“So why do you still devote yourself to me, ______?”

______. It is the false name you go by in the human realm, spoken by every person who has known you as their guardian angel. As for your true name, it remains a mystery to Pierro.

Still, he’d like to believe that he is the human who knows you best. He knows that you are the First Archangel, one of the oldest beings in existence. He knows that you were opposed to the Cataclysm but powerless in stopping it. He knows that your decade of rest was caused by an accumulation of stress, an endless cycle of giving and saving and sacrificing which will only continue in a few years’ time.

And what then? At the end of your journey, will you still have time for him? Or is he truly cursed to drift aimlessly in eternal solitude?

His half-mask rests on a nearby drawer, a relic from his second home. He picks it up, thumb pressed against a painted gold tear.

“You astound me,” he continues. “You, of all people, know that salvation is forever beyond my grasp. And yet you continue to spare me absolute grace. Anyone else would have deemed me a lost cause.”

“That is because I love you.”

At that, Pierro nearly drops his mask. He turns to you, starry eyes wide with wonder. “Can you kindly repeat that?”

But the moment he sees your face, he realizes his folly.

“I love you,” you tell him, a soft look in your eyes, “as I love all humans.”

Has kindness ever sounded so cruel?

“...I understand.” He puts down his mask, pride shattered. “Such is to be expected from a being for whom the love for humanity is inherent.”

A love which he and his compatriots are no longer beholden to.

“But of course.” At that, your countenance turns reverent. Your wings fold inwards, and you place a bloodstained hand over your chest. “An angel’s purpose is to serve God and to save His creations. Beyond that, there is no other point to our existence.”

Silence. This time, Pierro doesn’t bother to hide his judgment.

“Well, that is our initial reason,” you add, noticing his expression. “After all, what’s not to love when your kind is capable of so many wonderful things? Really, you never fail to surprise us.”

“How so?”

“I’ll confess, many of us angels were once in awe of Khaenri’ah,” you admit. “Think of it: Your people found a way to create life, sorcery, powers that were once exclusive to God. Had I met you during your days as a royal mage, I surely would have been impressed.”

Hard to say. Despite his previous status, Pierro hasn’t practiced Khaenri’ahn sorcery in years. It’s likely that his powers have eroded alongside his spirit.

“Then only a century after the Cataclysm, there was the Angel-Killer who performed miracles using our flesh. As a matter of fact…I made the mistake of assigning his first victim to him.”

Your grief isn’t lost on him. The bed creaks as you take a seat next to Pierro, adjusting the chain of mourning lockets around your waist. It bears mementos of both humans and angels.

“Thirteen angels lost their lives to him, including two of my dearest siblings. Needless to say, we were all relieved when Il Dottore finally died, though I had to be given a century’s worth of rest to recover from grief. Sohreh, Pasithea, Oizys…I still think of them to this day.”

Il Dottore. He is an infamous figure in history, a priest whose sins rivaled those of Khaenri’ah. And yet even he was granted the mercy of death.

 “And there are the humans I was blessed to watch over,” you tell him, eyes shining with tears. “I remember all of their names, their smiles, every achievement they made in their short lives. And I’m sure that there will be more in the future.”

That is the final nail in the coffin.

“You are right.” With that, Pierro leaves the bed. “As such, there is no need for you to dwell on how the world is now. I have no doubt that many souls owe their salvation to you, ______, and anyone would be a fool to dismiss your efforts.”

“...Thank you. It means a lot.”

You don’t let him leave, however. A hand around his wrist is all it takes for Pierro to stop, to yield to your embrace. In the dim room, you are the only source of light, an idol of unparalleled benevolence. Divine, beautiful, yet never within his reach.

“Eight more years,” you tell him. In your eyes, his reflection has never looked more hopeful. “That is the amount of time we have left. And until then, I will never leave your side.”

*✧･ﾟ

♡ The next eight years are content. More travels. Deep conversations. Peaceful nights. Another angelic encounter, in which a subordinate merely reported to you and avoided Pierro’s gaze. At one point, you reveal to him that the Tree of Life is no longer in the human realm, eliminating any hope of breaking the curse. His devastation is softened by your comfort, and he can only imagine the reactions of his compatriots if they knew this truth.

♡ Not that he has anyone to share it with. In the Church of Fontaine, Pierro is surprised to recognize the head priest as a Khaenri’ahn. She is only a descendant and thus spared from the curse—a blessing for Arlecchino, a tragedy for her ancestor who likely mourned the generations between them. After their chat, Pierro leaves without divulging her lineage. It’s enough to know that one of his kind is leading a fulfilling life, though he finds it ironic that a Church ended up in a Khaenri’ahn’s hands.

♡ Other than her, there is the familiar face he spotted in Inazuma. Blond hair, blue eyes with star-shaped pupils, a distinctive half-mask…but before Pierro can approach Dainsleif, you grip his wrist and enable him to see the eagle-winged demon clinging to his former comrade. In a fearful whisper, you explain that she is one of Hell’s strongest demons, the slayer of countless angels. And when she turns in your direction, Pierro feels the weight of her crimson-gold glare. In the end, the two of you walk past them, preventing what could have been a bloody reunion.

♡ As your sabbatical reaches its end, Pierro finds himself making the most of your remaining time together. He smiles at you, holds your hand first, asks you more personal questions. Your travels also end in a surprise destination—a forest near Snezhnaya, concealed with divine mist. Leading the way, you explain that it was a meeting place for you and your closest siblings until they all perished, including the Virtue who created it. And when you turn to Pierro, asking if the area suits him…he accepts the gift with full gratitude.

♡ The last year is spent constructing a humble house in the heart of the forest. On the day of your departure, the two of you enjoy a final meal together. It’s bittersweet with recollections of your travels, though the mood dampens when Pierro asks about your angelic duties. With a sad smile, you tell him that you have a lot of work to do. At some point in your journey, you even laid eyes on a young human and applied for a position as their guardian angel.

♡ At midnight, Pierro goes to bed and you wish him good night for the last time. He only closes his eyes when you disappear, when he no longer feels your gaze on him, when the residual warmth of your embrace has been chilled by the night air. When he wakes up in the morning, you are nowhere to be found.

♡ In the following months, Pierro develops a new routine in the forest. Hunting, foraging, visiting the neighboring cities, admiring the aurora-colored sky, even practicing his Khaenri’ahn sorcery. He doesn’t see you again but there are hints of your visits—a luminous white feather, seeds for fauna exclusive to Mondstadt, a wound that healed overnight. Eventually, he gets used to sleeping in solitude again.

♡ One day, he decides to visit his old home. He knows it is futile to seek out his people; after two centuries, their bodies must’ve fully decayed and mixed with the soil. Still, he might as well see what the Church did with the area…and if he can take revenge on the traitor. So he packs his bags, leaves the forest, and travels to the other side of Snezhnaya.

♡ …There’s nothing left. When he reaches his destination, he finds a glorious city built over the mass grave of his people. Only the cold of eternal winter welcomes him back, but the entire city—the devout Snezhnayas, the stories of the city’s origins, the magnificent church in place of his old house—is unfamiliar. Not even the traitor remains. Perhaps they, too, were given a coffin, forever trapped below layers of ice and concrete.

♡ He gets an answer on his way back to the forest. Near the border of Snezhnaya, Pierro is ambushed by a group of heretics…and when he demands an explanation, their leader holds up a preserved eye, the pupil shaped like a four-pointed star. As their fight continues, Pierro deduces their motives—to achieve immortality using the flesh of Khaenri’ahns. It’s pure mockery to hear those fools refer to his curse as a blessing, but his warnings fall on deaf ears as he is outnumbered.

♡ Just as he is about to lose hope, a bright light shines above him. It’s you, in all of your angelic glory, commanding the heretics to let him go. Most of his attackers fall to their knees, in awe of your divine presence, but their leader interprets it as a sign that Pierro is truly the person they’re after. They swing their sword at him…only for their entire group to be impaled by your nails.

♡ It’s a bloody sight. But once your wrath has subsided, you fly down to Pierro and check his condition. You’re incoherent, healing his wounds with trembling hands, apologizing for your late arrival. He assures you that he is fine, only to be interrupted by a sudden ray of light. But this one is blindingly bright, coming from the sky, the same holy light which shone upon Khaenri’ah during the Cataclysm.

♡ It hits him just then: In harming those humans for his sake, you’d violated one of God’s orders. Yet in the midst of His divine wrath, you muster a false smile and tell Pierro to go home. Then you fly up into the sky, disappearing above the clouds along with the holy light. He does as he is told, but not without killing all of the heretics to ensure that they won’t come after him or more Khaenri’ahns. As for the traitor…he doesn’t bother to ask for their location.

♡ The forest is the same when he returns. The next few hours pass by in a blur—unpacking,  checking the animal traps, cooking dinner, and so on. The whole time, he can’t stop worrying about you. He doesn’t know if God would listen to his prayers but he tries, anyway; it’s not like he can help you in any other way.

♡ He goes to bed early, only to jolt awake when a flash of light illuminates the bedroom. When he rushes to the window, it’s just in time to see a falling star. It shoots through the sky, outshining the auroras, a beautiful sight if not for the fact that it seems to be drawing closer to him. It disappears from his range of vision, followed by a deafening sound and a severe earthquake. Then the world falls silent, returning to its tranquil state.

♡ After a few minutes, Pierro leaves his house to investigate. Seeing how the meteor bypassed the divine barrier of the forest, he doubts it was a natural phenomenon. You once told him that the Fourth Order of angels, the Dominions, are in charge of the celestial bodies—could they have been ordered to destroy his third home?

♡ Thankfully, the destruction is limited to a crater at the edge of the forest. But instead of a meteor, he finds you curled up in pain. Fragments of your halo pierce your body. Your right wing is gone; all that remains of it are clipped feathers and sawed bone. Most prominent are the curved horns jutting from your head, covered in a mix of blood and torn skin. You became a demon.

♡ Your half-conscious cries prompt him into action. Carefully, Pierro carries you to his house and treats your wounds. When he notices your hand on your stomach, he remembers what you said about demons needing food and sleep to survive. So he heats up some soup and feeds it to you; and once your hunger has subsided, he tucks you in bed. In your delirium, you can only muster a single sentence before falling asleep.

“Pierro? I’m sorry…it’s my fault, not yours.”

“Silence. We may talk tomorrow. But tonight, you must rest.”

♡ That night, you sleep for the first time. Pierro watches you all night, checking your pulse every so often. When you wake up, the sun is high above the sky and Pierro has already cooked lunch. You’re more coherent now, able to feed yourself, though you wince in pain every so often. And when Pierro asks about your descent, your expression darkens.

♡ In a shaky voice, you explain that the heretics’ ambush had been a test from God. It was fated to occur at the same time as an important event in Heaven, the decennial meeting between God and the leaders from all Nine Orders. As soon as Pierro’s name was brought up, you were quick to defend him. And when you were informed of the attack, you stormed out of the meeting to save him, fully aware that it would bring about your downfall.

♡ And despite it all, you’re the one apologizing to him—for your late arrival, for the danger he was put through, for the “burden” of taking care of you. At the last part, Pierro finally finds the words to chastise you, to say that you won’t achieve anything by wasting your tears on Heaven.

“I wish you would not think so lowly of me. After all these years, do you truly believe that I would harbor anything but gratitude towards you?”

♡ That shuts you up. For the next few weeks, you meekly accept Pierro’s care—he cooks for you, dresses your wounds, lets you sleep in his bed. There is only one problem: Your body refuses to heal. Blood continues to seep from your wounds, and you’re in a perpetual state of pain. Still, he faithfully tends to you day and night. It’s the least he can do for you.

♡ One day, he leaves the house to pick fruit and comes back to find a dark silhouette in his bedroom window. He rushes inside, armed with a weapon, to find a demon. Only, they’re kneeling by the bed, holding your hands, shedding tears of joy. That is when he notices the bloodstained scars on their hands, their tattered veil, your kind words for them…they, too, are a fallen Archangel.

♡ All peace, however, is dashed when your former subordinate tells Pierro that they are bringing you “home,” in other words Hell. As for the matter of your health, they claim that while your divine punishment is unheard of, they should be able to find a cure…from Il Dottore of all people. And despite your conflicted expression, it’s clear that you are seriously considering their invitation. Only for Pierro to take that choice away from you.

“And what makes you believe that I would allow ______ to leave our home?”

♡ Prior to you, Pierro never would’ve dared to challenge a spiritual being. But now, after all he’s been through, he takes a step forward and tells the demon to leave. It doesn’t take long for their argument to turn physical. But before the demon can smite him, Pierro defends himself with his Khaenri’ahn sorcery. They’re a formidable opponent, however, and the fight continues until he aims a galaxy-like aura at their heart. Quickly, you protect your former subordinate with a shield of rusty nails, only for the element to refract and hit you instead.

♡ Much to everyone’s relief, however, it has a different effect on you. Your feathers take on a black tint and a deep blue iridescence. The same thing happens to your horns. Most importantly, all of your wounds close up, leaving scars identical to Pierro’s cursed marks. And when he rushes to your side, asking if you are all right, you breathily tell him that you feel so much better.

♡ That is what convinces the demon to leave, but not without promising to return once they’ve informed the Devil. With peace restored in your home, the two of you go downstairs for lunch. You still need Pierro to support you, but it’s the first time you’ve managed to walk in your new form. And your appetite is bigger, healthier compared to your previous portions.

♡ After a few days however, the effect wears off. Your body loses its blue luster, your feathers fade to their original color, your pain returns. Once you’ve fully reverted to your original state, Pierro decides to try out his Khaenri’ahn sorcery again. This time, he holds your wrist and carefully channels his power into you…and it produces the same healing effect.

♡ For the sorcery which doomed his nation to save the life of his beloved…the irony leaves him at a loss of words, on the verge of laughing. But it does explain why you landed in Pierro’s home instead of Hell, and why God allowed the two of you to reunite. The knowledge brings a dark smile to his face. You’re at his mercy now, dependent on him for all eternity.

♡ When he faces you, he can tell that you’ve reached the same conclusion. Still, you entertain the thought of moving to Hell—surely, there must be a way for you to live without forcing Pierro to expend his energy on you. That is when he grips your hands, pulls you towards him, and tells you that you aren’t leaving him. If the two of you are truly fated to suffer, then it is only right that he returns all of the love you have given him.

♡ It’s easy to persuade you. After all you’ve experienced, you’re tired so you just nod and lean into his embrace. And in the following days, you slowly adjust to your new life. You help Pierro around the forest. A new bed is built, to fit two people. At night, the two of you engage in your usual bedtime conversations but you’re the one who falls asleep first.

♡ When your former subordinate returns, Pierro stands his ground. With you asleep, he is able to fight them outside and easily subdue them; he even had the wisdom to enhance his weapons with blood from your used bandages. And with his argument that any attempt on his life is equal to risking yours, they have no choice but to accept your situation.

♡ You’re still asleep when he returns to your shared bedroom. Careful not to wake you, he changes out of his bloody clothes and leaves his sword on the table, next to his old mask. Then he takes off his glove and traces your features with his cursed hand. And when you open your eyes, the look he gives you is one of pure hope.

“Pierro? What time is it?” you mumble.

“Far too early,” he replies. “Go back to sleep. I will join you shortly, ______.”

“...All right.” Yawning, you snuggle into the pillow and close your eyes. “Can you wake me up later? I don’t want to oversleep again.”

He smiles, caressing your cheek. “If you wish.”

It doesn’t take long for you to return to the world of dreams. Your sleeping face is truly a wonder to behold—an expression so tranquil, well-rested, vulnerable to his kiss.

“And when you awake, I want you to tell me your true name.”

♡

More Church AU here!! Dottore ๑ Capitano ๑ Arlecchino ๑ Pantalone

Note:: Please do not send me any Church AU asks/ requests involving characters or dynamics not included in my masterlist.

..…Don’t ask me how Pierro ended up with the highest word count in this AU. All I can say is that it was very cathartic to make him suffer, which is a recurring theme in his fics. If y’all enjoyed his story, do let me know (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

Also, soft launch for the next couple + story!! I’m rlly excited to write for Dainsleif, and just know that he’s in for a lot of surprises <3

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[incorrectotaku]

Retribution.

Summary: In which you, the reader, landed in thirsttok and is discovered by him. He, as in whichever man you are currently simping for. 

Author’s Note: idk how I ended up seeing that man grinding the air’s life away. But it made me want to apologize to all my ancestors for being the current manifestation of the bloodline. I have disappointed them all. But, I might as well go further and write a fic lol. This is absolute trash, written with the pure intent to put a smile on someone’s face. Also idk how to write about the actual process of doing the deed so I left it to your imagination. 

Also warning, this has not been proofread cuz i don’t want to die of cringe a second time. so. proceed with caution. 

Also tell me who the “he” is!!! hehe

Thanks for reading ❤️

The gasp left your lips before your hands could muffle the sound. A small gurgle of shock— no excitement —followed. Hidden beneath your trembling fingers was a crazed smile that fought to break out. As much as you wanted to squeal out the bubbling feeling in your chest, you had to squash it. You had to. Or else you would be exposed.

You were wasting the day away with the mind numbing entertainment of tiktok videos before landing on the gem that caused all your tingling anguish. In all its alluring glory, a man with platinum blonde hair rolled his hips with the same lust as the music that blared in your headphones. You couldn’t help it. Watching with the comment section pulled up to save some inkling of innocence. Yet, you knew deep down that your name was long crossed out from the invite list to heaven.

As the dilemma of a hell fated demise complimented the rolling of the man’s hips, another issue reared its cruel face in the form of a masculine hand that swooped from above to snatch away your phone. It was so quick you had no chance to hide the evidence. It was as if god reached down from above to finally give you the punishment that you acquired through the years of existence. However, the notion was quickly wiped away as a delusional dream as you stared up at the face that was grinning with arrows of fire shooting out of his eyes.

‘Ooo.’ You thought sarcastically. This was the end.

“I-“ But you were cut off by the smile growing maniacally wider as the he watched the video loop over and over again.

“So. This is what you watch in your free time?” His voice traced down your spine menacingly, as if it was a declaration of your imminent doom. You flipped around to sit properly on the couch, now serving as your seat of judgement, with your cheeks warming from dread, fear, and a dash of mortification. The words that continued from him trailed away as your inner monologue of despair began. You reached the point of internally screaming to the gods when you were jerked out of your lamentations forcibly. Your eyes focused on the handsome face you called your boyfriend, finally allowing acceptance to displace the fear as you saw the burning pits of fire in those beautiful eyes.

“Hmm… so you also like to ignore me too?” Then his smile was replaced with a mock pout. “Maybe I’m not fulfilling my duties as your boyfriend properly. I’m sorry b a b e, let me redeem myself. ‘Kay?”

That high-pitched “‘Kay?” was the final nail to your metaphorical coffin as your phone was thrown so far it landed back at its maker’s backyard. You were picked up like a sack of rice, flipped and swung over his shoulders with such ease you wondered if you needed to continue your workouts.

“My lord?” You said with a weak chuckle.

“Yes?”

“What shall be my punishment?” You wondered, eyes watching the couch growing further away.

When you heard that chuckle, your stomach fluttered. You just weren’t sure if it was from endearment or the lunch you had making its mark on your stomach lining.

“What do you mean punishment? I’m only trying to fix my errors and give you what you desire.”

“And what do I desire?” You were almost fearful to ask, as you knew exactly what this was leading to.

If you could see the dark grin on his face, you would have began writing your last will and testament. The day was long, but the night was longer.

—

“Please.” You cried, eyes so unfocused you saw waves instead of his face. It had been hours of him “doing his duty” and “learning from that tiktok video you were drooling at”. If you thought that man’s hips rolled like the hills, the man above you now was setting a whole new standard, and you were the model for his success as your cries rung out through the day—into night.

“Hmm?” His voice full of mirth and satisfaction. “Is it not enough, my love?” His words punctuated with another drawn out roll of his hips, coaxing out a trembling whimper from your lips. The hands that gripped limply at his shoulders fell to your mouth, attempting to muffle the slew of groans from escaping you.

“Nuh uh.” His hands securing your arms by your side, safely away from your mouth. “If my job is to make you feel good, then your job is to charm me with your beautiful cries.”

And with that statement, the night continued along, seemingly never-ending.

—

His hands rubbed soothing circles at the base of your spine, a satisfied smile keeping him from seeming even remotely apologetic at rendering you a soulless shell. You felt your life wisp away with every breathless pant, internally swearing away all technology to live a life of an ascetic monk.

“And they say jealous girls are scary.” You mumbled. “They haven’t met you.”

He laughed, his fingers gently massaging up and down your spine. “What do you mean? I was just trying to satisfy my girlfriend.”

“I’m dead. My will is that I leave all to Spoofles and you only get nothing.”

He laughed even harder, the vibrations traveling down to his hands. It shook your next words. “Stop laughing!” You huffed. “I’m very mad right now.” You found the strength to kick at the hands rubbing the soreness away. “No touching for an indefinite amount of time.”

“Please have mercy.” He chuckled, placing a kiss at your cheeks with every word. “I will simply die if I can’t touch you.”

“Then go die.”

“How about we call it even?”

You made a disgusted face. “You scammer! They’re not even remotely the same!”

“How about I deliver you boba for a week?”

You hummed. “Okay now you’re talking my speed… but.. two weeks.” You displayed to fingers, to which he pushed one down. “One and I do the chores for that week.”

“Okay fine.”

“So can I touch you?”

“Permission granted.”

“AAHH WTF!”

When permission is given to a man sick with love, it always leads to the grievances of the receiver. 

Best wishes reader.

[visionsofmagic]

adult!atreus x f!reader

summary: fenrir wants to see atreus, and because of being mommy of him, you can't stand to his sad eyes. you decide to visit atreus who is lasty seen in north side of the midgard. the little boy you saw 6 years ago is not the same and seeing him after a long time, hidden feelings come to surface.

requested by a lovely anon & @ornhub; (anon) "Heyyy (yeah i dragged that out) new follower here....ummm is there any chance for you to write an atreus ff??? Yk cuz like there's nothing in the internet and i am getting kinda desperate i mean i did found one (and another that's already finished like 2-3 yrs ago....) but uhhhh it was good,great even but considering it's the only one atm i have no alt atreus ff to read i have read your work i must say and i ain't sayin this just cuz ok? It's pretty good 👍so is there any chanceeeeeee??? I will literally beg,dogeza whatever you want me to,doggystyle? You want doggystyle??" & (@ornhub) "Hey do you write for adult atreus?"

tags & notes: atreus was 14 years old in gow: r, so, he is 20 years old in this one. I didn't want him to be younger than 20, so, read with keeping this in mind. fluff, hugging, touching, flirting, kissing, lots of emotions, curses, explicit language, and lots of fenrir.

atreus wasn't same. he was - he was so much more. he turned to be a strong man from an unexperienced boi. he has become more attractive than before. his blue eyes was moving fastly, his body was built as powerful as his father - nearly. he now had muscles on his arms, chest and thighs. he was the boy you met long ago but his growth was taking your breath away.

"fenrir!" he said, smiling happily to see fenrir, his pet that he loves so much. fenrir, on the other hand, run towards him without waiting for your permission. he run to atreus while jumping on the air, making the surface you are on to shake. he was making lovely sounds, showing how happy he was to you. smiling at their meeting, you felt something forgetten in your heart; you - you missed him. you missed too much to get jealous of how fenrir was showing his love to him, licking his face. you wanted to hug too, to feel atreus who now had a glowing mark on his face like his father's red mark. it was coming from his back to his cheek, glowing in green, making his orange and brown colored hair look so good. you wanted to travel your hand on that mark, to feel it.

as you kept looking, he turned to you. there was something unreadable expression on his handsome face, like he was waiting for something.

"hi," he spoke first, caressing fenrir's fur, smiling to you. "it's good to see you."

you nodded, taking further steps to their side. you stopped when there were a few steps between your bodies. "it's good to see you too pretty boy."

you didn't know how you already gained your past bond with him. you used to call him pretty boy, having fun to see his flustered pink colored face. before your brain made a comprehending, your heart spoke. now, it was you who had pink color on cheeks.

smirking, atreus showed himself to you, from head to toe. "I am not a boy anymore."

looking at his clothes; a fur on his chest, a dark red colored top and a tight black pants that expose his strong leg and thighs, lastly a light brown colored boot. he was looking - good.

"clearly." you said, in a very low tone, not wanting him to see his effects on you. not now. not the moment you met again.

"c'mon," he said, pointing the mountain that he was about to climb before your unseen visit. "I was in a mission to help villagers. they said there was am outsider attack to corps, taking their food. I need to deal with them. would you like to -"

"of course!" you said, too excited. then, you tried to stay calm, playing with your arrow, you said, "I mean, yes. why not?" right, fenrir? you want to help daddy?"

fenrir nodded playfully, feeling so excited like you. how you both loved atreus so much. but how sad he was the one who could show it. not you too.

atreus looked at you, then, he turned to start climbing, "I didn't know I was his - well - daddy."

you tried to hide your smirk, "well, I had to use a nickname for you while speaking about you with him. he seemed to like that certain nickname, so."

you too started to climb, following him closely. as you began to climb side by side, you turned to fenrir, "c'mon fenrir, reach the mountain. we will be there the moment you reach."

fenrir nodded to you. he began to run towards other direction of the mountain to find his way to the top. you then turned to atreus who was looking at you, again having an unreadable expression.

"what?" you asked.

he shrugged, continuing to climb mountain, "I just -" he stopped for a moment, "I just felt a familiar feeling. I missed you. I mean you and fenrir, of course."

if you couldn't see pink colors on his face, you would say he was trying not to give you wrong signals but you knew this boy well. he was atreus, your atreus. even if he had a different physical appearance, he was still the boy you knew. so, now, he was - flirting. definitely. and that caused your breath to pitch. he was feeling same as you.

smiling to yourself, you kept climbing.

you two kept the silence until reaching the top of the mountain. watching his movements, you came to a conclusion; his power has grown too. he was more powerful than before. you wanted to see him in action.

he was the first one reached to the top. he then turned to you, offering his hand. what a gentleman, like always.

you accepted his hand, allowing him to pull your smaller body without showing any weakness. he kept a smile on his face, "so, what do you think?"

 as fenrir joined you, you raised an eyebrow. "I am thinking about - what?"

he rolled his eyes, still smiling. jumping from one ground to around, you behind him, he pointed to himself, "about me of course!" he turned to your direction, continuing to walk but back this time. you found this - cute.

fenrir was following you from the right side, under the wooden grounds you were jumping on. you wanted fenrir to interfere you, helping you to escape from this situation. you was someone who always told true and atreus knew that. he was really questioning you right now but you couldn't express your real emotions 'till you got his thoughts, clearly.

shrugging, "dunno." you said, walking to his side. "you are - fine."

"fine?!" he said, waving his hands on your face, "you can do better than that."

you rolled your eyes, stopping in front of him, fenrir stopped on his trial too. looking up to your face curiously.

"don't try me, atreus." you punched him the arm, gently, "you know I can do better in everything."

he smirked, "then let's make a deal."

"yeah?"

"I don't know how many men are there but here's the deal; if I kill them without a single scar on me, you will answer my questions."

"questions?" you asked, putting your hands on waist, "you asked one."

"I will ask two more. and you will answer 3 of them without lying. you know I can understand the moment you lie." nodding to him, you said, "and? what about me?"

"if you kill them without a scar, I will do something you want me to."

"anything?" you asked, smirking.

"anything." he said, looking so confident.

this was going to be fun.

*

"and, the last one!" atreus shouted from left, kicking the last outsider's face with his foot, making his head to break, killing him in a second.

as you picked your bows from death bodies, you began to take deep breaths. no, it wasn't because of feeling exhausted, it was because of feeling so hot.

the moment you found outsider and fight began, you saw him in action that made you feel hotter than before. he was so much powerful and professional than before. he was moving so fast, with a great confidence, not showing any weaknesses or fear. he was good at combat and fighting too; using both his knife, arrow and fists. also, he was good at kicking. and while watching him, you felt unfamiliar feelings on your body. freya told you some stuff about, well, being a woman now but you never felt this odd before. yes, you had a few lovers, but you couldn't make it 'till having intimate moments with them because the love you buried for atreus was keeping you from doing it.

but now, you felt something odd and strong feeling on your skin. on your core. you wanted to gain a relief and he even didn't touch you in that way. oh, how pathetic. you had to come to your sense. so, you turned to fenrir, giving him all your attention.

"good job, fenrir!" you said, smiling to him, caressing his fur. he shoke his head to left and right, smiling too. thanks to time you had with fenrir, you understood him better. "yes, you was so strong!"

atreus who picked his bows too came to your side, caress fenrir's right side, his smaller hand disappearing inside the grey fur. "good boy." he said, giving his attention to fenrir but you both knew you were trying to avoid each other.

but no, you couldn't do that, not anymore. you weren't a little girl. you were a woman now who shouldn't fear anything, even your own feeling. and when you looked at his close face from this side, you couldn't help yourself but to watch him; his mark on his face was glowing like sun's itself, making him look more dangerous and attractive. his blue eyes was holding eternity inside them, his hair was so touchable and he hadn't any scar on his handsome face.

smirking, he said, "I didn't know you was a watcher."

gulping because of your dumbass actions, you turned to fenrir, "I was just looking at that mark of yours."

"oh," he said, sounding a little disappointed. "it's just a tattoo. I wanted to have something similar with my father."

you now focused on him, leaving fenrir's fur, "you already so much like him. you are even better than him."

he turned to you too, happiness inside his blue eyes. he looked at your face for a certain time, like he was like to see your face. then, he smiled, "don't say this to old man, he can get jealous."

you chuckled, "he definitely can."

as you began to speak about your own worlds and others, you traveled around the realm, in a place that had green big trees and beautiful flowers. he told his stories about finding giants, and you told your days, dealing with kratos, mimir and fenrir. he told how he missed them and you wanted to tell him to come back but fearing of his answer, you kept silent.

then, you reached to another high mountain's top, seeing the sun's rising. a magnificent view.

stopping there, you sat down on the edge of the mountain, not feeling any fear to fall. this moment - was beautiful because you had atreus on your side and fenrir on your back. fenrir was sitting on behind, putting his head to his huge paws, closing his eyes to take a break from the day.

atreus, on the other hand, sat down to your right, looking at the sun too. there was a peaceful feeling on the air, surrounding both of your bodies, making them become one. you knew you weren't the only one who felt like that because the moment you looked at him, you saw his blue eyes - on your face.

he was looking at you.

he was looking at you from head to toe, especially to your face, with a ghost smile on his face.

you wanted to ask 'what' but you were afraid to cut this beautiful moment, so, you just looked at him the way he looked at you.

as minutes passed, fenrir sniffed, looking at something on the left side of the mountain. breaking the eye contact, atreus said to him, "It's okay boy. relax."

fenrir nodded, going back to his sleep, leaving you two alone again.

"now," atreus said, "It's time to answer my questions."

yıu looked confused, "but neither you or me got a scar. doesn't this mean that the deal is off?"

"no, not at all!" atreus smiled, "it means we both won. I will ask my questions and you will tell me something you want me to."

nodding, you waited for him to start.

after taking a deep breath, he said finally, "what do you think about me?"

you can't avoid that determined to come, right? nodding to yourself, you accepted the faith you had with this question. you had to answer and maybe for the first time, you really wanted to show your true thoughts and feelings. so, you started to speak without thinking risks of your words, looking at the sun rather than his face.

"firstly, I think you has grown. you become a man." you didn't need to look at him to see his proud smirk. "and I you - you become an attractive one. you fight well, you climb well, so, you do things well." making understandable sentences was hard but you tried to make sense of your complex speech. "I think that you are the same atreus I once knew but you became much more, in a good way of course."

finishing your speech, you looked at him. he looked happy but not that happy.

"and?" he asked.

"what and? I told you everything."

rolling his eyes, he waved his hand on the air. "okay, I will not push. the second question." you took a deep breath, "do you come to me just because fenrir asked you to?"

now, that was a hard question to give an answer than the first one. but, you wanted to give a real but general answer.

"I also missed you, so, when fenrir asked me to, I accepted it. it was a long time ago since our last meeting. it sounds fun to see you again."

he nodded, but not in a good way. "you are doing this on purpose."

"what am I doing? I am just answering your questions dummy."

"and you are not giving detail answers. you just try to get rid of them already." standing up, he looked down at your confused face, "we should get going."

"atreus!" you shouted behind him, waking fenrir up. he looked frustrated atreus who was leaving your side and you who was running behind him. "just stop and listen. why are you become angry all of sudden?"

the boy - now man, still had a tempature that come suddenly.

as you and fenrir followed his fast steps, you shouted again, "atreus!"

he stopped, looking back, "what?!"

you stopped to, leaving a few steps between your bodies. "why are you leaving? I didn't do anything!"

"maybe that's the problem!" he said, holding his head, "you never do anything!"

confused about the situation and his words, you said, "what are you talking about?"

"see? you even don't know what I am referring to!"

"I can't if you kept referring to rather than telling it!"

he looked angry, so angry but now, anger took you too. you both kept shouting to each other but you stopped because fenrir came and put his nose between your bodies, not allowing you two to see each other because of his huge nose that covers your bodies.

he was trying to calm you two down and surprisingly it worked. both you and atreus turned to him, finding peace on his fur. "it's okay fenrir." you said, looking at his eyes that look sad. "mommy and daddy just got a fight."

the moment words left your mouth, you stood there in pure shock, not believing on what you said. did you call yourself mommy and atreus daddy of fenrir? and in front of atreus!? holy shi -

"what did you say?" atreus asked, looking at your face now because of fenrir's disappearance after you said e everything was fine. atreus looked surprised too and hell - you were so fucked up.

"I didn't say any -"

"don't." he said, "don't try to hide something from me again."

"I just said mommy and daddy. it's not a big deal, he just loves to see me as his mom and you as his dad. I don't want him to feel lonely." you looked at fenrir who was listening you, "he's my family and so do I."

atreus nodded. "thanks." he said after a long pause, "for taking care of him."

you nodded, feeling a bit guilt, "I am sorry if this is not okay for you. he is yours. I just wanted to be a part of his life. I didn't mean to take him from you or claim him as my own."

"no," atreus came to your side, leaving just a few inches between your face, smiling, making you feel hotter all of sudden. "it's okay. I can be his daddy, and you can be his mommy. we can -" he looked at your lips, "we can be a family."

did the midgard begin to shake? begin to turn upside down? because - because it felt like it. things he said right now made some explosions occur in your heart, body and soul. you felt so excited, so happy and so shocked. he was referring to something more and maybe for the first time, you really got that message. but you needed to understand whether it was right or not. so, you asked, "are you saying that -"

he nodded, "about time you understand." he looked at your lips, "do you wonder what is my last question?" you nodded, not having power to speak. holding your waist, making your body to collapse with his strong and larger one, he said, making you feel his hot breaths on your face, "do you love me, y/n? do you love me the way I love you?"

nodding to him, you finally made a sentence, "and do you wonder what was my wish that I want you to do?"

he asked, "what?"

"kiss me."

then, lips collapsed to each other with the same way bodies collapsed, making warmness flow to other one, giving explosions to the both heart and soul. as you kept kissing, losing each other on other's presence, fenrir's happy sounds filled your ears. you both smiled, breaking the kiss and looking at the giant wolf that look so little.

"he is happy," you said.

atreus kissed your cheek, "like me."

you turned to him, "me too." you finally felt so peaceful thanks to gaining freedom to show your love to him. it wasn't late. no, it was the right time. right moment. and right place.

taking your hand on his, atreus said, "let's go. I want to show you something."

"but we should go back before darkness."

"we will. we will return to my home before darkness which you can begin to call as yours."

smirking, you punched his arm once more, "I didn't know that little shy boy will turn a flirty and romantic one."

looking proud of himself, he gave you a mischief smirk, "not just romantic and flirty one. you will know my other sides better when we reach the home."

a feeling hit your core and because of feeling shy, you just kept silent. in that moment, three things found pure peace, happiness and lust; the heart, the soul and the mind. and eventually, the body will be have its own taste. atreus will be feeding all of them for an eternity. he was here and he will be here for ever.

END.

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[inkyquince]

inky im like so glad that you have experience with searching for male readers and ending up with a fic that was horribly tagged or they make the reader as feminine as possible. you are my favorite writer because of how inclusive you are, i love the gn aspect and i love being able to read something and feel all giggly. i hope both sides of your pillow are cold

This legit had me stop for like... Several minutes and be in my feels, y'know?

This was beyond sweet to receive and a thousand kisses for your sweet words.

I do like using gn reader a lot, but I also do wanna have works with fem reader or male reader, just cuz I know its unfair when there's x amount compared to y amount, yknow? But I do feel bad cuz I had really neglected male readers, and sometimes just using amab with gn pronouns ain't enough, so I did wanna make sure I get he/him pronouns in when I can.

I really don't like writing like... Detailed readers? I even avoid using the word hair, and stick to scalp, or grabbing the neck, because I know I sure as hell don't have long enough hair to grab, and it just takes you out of it, yknow? I dunno how long ur hair is, lmao, my best friend shaved all of hers off recently.

I'm pretty sure everyone remembers the fanfiction era where you would go into a fic and right off the bat, your skin color would be "ivory white" or you'd "pull your hair into a ponytail" and I was lucky, because when I was younger, most of it did apply to me, while not applying to some of my friends, either because they were poc, had shorter hair, weren't women, a whole range of reasons. Only when I started doubting my gender did the bombardment of female readers in fanfic start to irk me, but I couldn't even be mad about that, because they were writing from their own POV.

It's why I really love following certain authors on here and seeing tags like "reader is black coded" or "gender neutral reader but they have a cock/vagina" etc. There are legitimately no downsides to being vague just so people could be included. Hell, I remember writing a personalized fanfic for a friend and it was the first time he had ever read something for a black male reader, n it just... Felt jarring, yknow? Like, when you never had to either ignore sections in fanfic, or just quit one, because while it was good, or anything, you can't suspend your disbelief properly, when it insists things about you.

Like, I quit fanfictions because they made the reader... Too fucking stupid for words, and I knew I was a dumbass, but not stupid. I couldn't get until way later, in my mid teens, the feeling of something bigger being insisted about you. It's not great opening a piece of fanfiction and reading that you're a girl, that you're white, when you aren't.

I was lucky enough to be able to relate to those older fanfictions until a certain age, and when talking to my friends about it, it just kinda hammers home how unfair it is, but you can't even be angry at a majority because, they don't really... Realize they aren't being inclusive? They're legit just living their lives and I just kinda hope that the influx of a vaguer reader, or even better, a reader specified to be a gender, or poc coded, would make them drop the white, long haired, female Y/N that's had a chokehold on self insert fanfiction for over a decade.

WOWZA, I RAMBLED, ANYWAY, ANON THIS MADE ME GET IN MY FEELS AND NEED A LIE DOWN, YOU'RE VERY SWEET AND A SWEET KISS FOR YOUR FOREHEAD

[little-leech-boy]

AHDGEIFHI H I HI- got tagged!!!!! In a thing!!!!!!! By both @rkgk-arts and @itsbluesaint!!!!!!! Wild!!!!!!!!!!

So *ahem* rules are Tag 9 People you would like to get to know or Talk with more, so uh yeah! Let's get down to the nitty gritty of post! I'll put it under a read more cuz I talk a lot and if some of yall ain't interested, I'll spare u the scroll.

Last Book Read:

I uh, can't really remember which book I picked up last, the name at least. SO instead I'll you a book I last read to the fullest! Which I believe to be Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey Mcquiston.

A cheesy one definitely, I mainly picked it up cuz I had some... heavy hitters in my library and I wanted to just have a chill one I can read, though I was definitely back and forth on it cuz book reviews are literally the most polarizing things ever holy shit. As for the book itself, I thought it was ok, it did its job as a chill read and I was entertained! Nothing in particular to write home about, except maybe the premise, and the way the author handled that concept was a bold ass move. So overall, 4.5/10 I don't feel anything in particular for it but I appreciate what it did regardless.

Last Movie Seen:

So uhhhh.... last one I watched in full was Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness... and I didn't like it? Please don't kill me but, I just think it kinda flopped narrative wise, and i had some problems with the choices the writers made in regards to America and a liiiiil bit Wanda, and the Illuminati... yeah that one was a weird one. It kinda felt like they were biting off more then they could chew in terms of all the ideas they had for the movie, felt unorganized, especially when they were forced to cut some of those ideas short in order to pad for time. So a 3/10 for me, the theater I watched it in had their volume fucking blasted, so when that sound guy opened his mouth... not fun.

Last Song Heard:

This one is nice n short! Cast Me a Spell by Mili and Promise of Wizard. Funky existential magic song, what can I say? 7/10

Now onto the TAGGING part... here we go!

@allieebobo ..... I know no one else I'd like to speak to more

I could just tag random people but given the rules that doesn't sit right with so I'll uh, just end it here

Thank u for tagging me!!!!! Sorry if this was a bit anticlimactic