#i don't think I am leaving per se or anything but I do have genuine concerns about the longevity of this app

[brw]

I'm not able to upload anything there yet but I made a co-host @brieuc so feel free to follow over there! When I can, I'm going to see about reposting my edits, reinstating sideblogs, etc, but as things get worse I want to start looking at viable alternatives, which for what I do, bluesky isn't. I'll also be looking into pillowfort and whatever masterdon is? But for now, feel free to DM for my discord :)

[celestie0]

oh gosh i really could sob. i feel bad sometimes w bringing upsetting things to forefront of my blog or posting about it bc i don't want people to feel burdened to send me any words of support but i just :(( thank u sm to everyone sending me such sweet asks.

i think it has really made me realize that 99% of my readers are so sweet and kind and i really need to remember this fact whenever i am feeling bad about the few rude ones.

i'm really sorry if i was a little aggressive in responding to that anon, although i'm not backtracking here per se, i just think it was all a combination of the similar incidents i faced earlier this year w people pressuring me to write smut for kickoff to the point where i was paralyzed w anxiety n couldn’t write for the story at all for like two months. i just was really upset to see it happening w ihm too, so i felt the need to stand up for myself.

and in clarification, i am so grateful in general for all the love i’ve received w my fics. i genuinely mean it when i say i had no idea at all what i was getting myself into when i started posting kickoff back in january but i am just so humbled w the way i’ve been received. i think i just want to clarify that, in my response to that anon and just rude anons in general, i’m not upset over the fact i didnt get a positive interaction, because again, i don’t take those for granted. what i am upset about is getting negative interactions, when these people could have a little more self awareness and just not say anything at all. i appreciate all my silent readers n those who may feel shy to leave comments or asks or anything, or maybe their capacity is to just leave a like. i think my issue w these rude anons is that on top of making rude demands, they also don’t interact w the work in any meaningful way.

but, that being said, i want to respond to everyone's replies and asks w heart n soul so i will do as i get proper chance to :'') but i've read them all and could sob really.

i was ready to make some pretty extreme creative decisions regarding my fics after receiving that ask but i feel a lot better now and its really thanks to everyone’s support i’m so grateful and again pls never feel pressured to send me anything i really just appreciate having you all here in general 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

tysm n love u all sm

[jtl07]

I love the Olympic au 🥰 🤺🤸🏼‍♀️ Tell me more about when Ava sees Beatrice fence (live) for the first time? 🙏🏼 I have this feeling she will say and/or do inappropriate things 🤣 Not dirty or anything, just things that doesn’t fit in with the normal audience. How will Bea react? Did she know Ava would be there, or was it a surprise? Maybe Ava is there because she forgot to ask for Bea’s number 😆📲 And that’s been bothering her since the Olympics! And Bea is not on social media, of course.

okay anon i am back with some time and some olympics noodling!

so i'm thinking maybe there's an exhibition or some kind of event, a youth event would be hella cute or even some collab with the Paralympics would be cool too - let's go with all the above why not lol

and let's say that Ava's there as well - oh okay it's this exhibition event that medalists are participating in and fencing is up first and Beatrice isn't nervous per se, she's just aware - very aware of a gaze of a certain breaker who's looking at her with just as much awe as the children gathered around the stage.

"your heart eyes are showing," comes a murmur at her shoulder and Beatrice straightens, glaring at Lilith from the corner of her eye, or at least as much as she can what with all these eyes on them. which Lilith is well aware and taking advantage of, if the smirk on her face is any hint. "you're welcome."

Beatrice barely holds herself back from rolling her eyes because she certainly didn't need to deal with the press reaction to that. she's not on social media - personally, at least - for a reason but she'd rather not have herself or her team have to field any inane questions about her "behavior" in public.

then there's a voice in her head that reminds her faintly -annoyingly- of her mother, sharp tones about conduct unbecoming of a lady. 'well what if i don't want to become one,' another voice answers: her own, young and rebellious in a way she hadn't allowed herself to be back then. thinks about how she chose instead to become an athlete, to become strong and fast and independent and - she glances down at the medal around her neck - a winner.

glances again at Ava. thinks also: how she's becoming more herself.

there's a cheer and an unsubtle nudge from Lilith as Beatrice finally notices one of the staff members gesturing towards them. they step up to the stage, smiling and waving as they're introduced and they go through the basic forms, answering questions only young minds can think of and voice ('have you ever tried fencing on rollerskates??' 'what's the most swords you can hold in one hand?' 'could you use these for cooking? or like! making s'mores!').

then Lilith settles across from her and Beatrice takes her position as well, familiar and ready and - light, she realizes as they all but fly towards each other. maybe it's the lack of pressure now that everything's all said and done; now that she's won. maybe it's the awed gasps and the genuine childish cheers. maybe it's the flushed face at the side of the stage, clapping her hands above her head as they take their bows and step off the stage to allow for the next demonstration.

Lilith takes one look at Beatrice, already turned towards Ava, and shakes her head, nudges Beatrice again before she loudly takes her leave - something about suddenly feeling nauseous, swiftly and smartly moving out of Beatrice's reach. Ava glances between them, a question adorably tilting her head (a part of Beatrice realizes now what Lilith meant) but Beatrice just shakes her head.

"you're up next, right?"

Ava nods enthusiastically, already going on about how she loves doing these kinds of events, how much she'd wanted this kind of thing when she was a kid - and Beatrice remembers, from the interviews she'd watched in the safety of her bed, the yearning in Ava's eyes and her voice during interviews; but she's here, in front of her, now with bright eyes and an even brighter laugh and Beatrice knows that if this were a match, she would have already lost; hopes that this is a match in a different sense.

"so uh," Ava says, suddenly and uncharacteristically hesitant. Beatrice sharpens her attention, tunes out the crowd - it isn't hard, really, not with her.

"it's totally okay to say no and i just noticed you're not really on social media which is like super smart and i just wanted to to see if you'd like to keep in touch? only if you want to too," Ava hurries to add, nervous and shy and Beatrice can't help but smile.

"of course i do," she says, and it's easy to be honest with Ava, easy to be herself.

they exchange their contact information with wide, giddy grins, just in time for breaking to be called up to the stage. "watch me?" Ava asks with a wink, handing her medal to Beatrice "for safekeeping" and Beatrice nods - perhaps a little too fast because Lilith snorts and mutters something like "you're doing it again" but this time, Beatrice can't bring herself to care as she watches Ava light up the stage, golden like a second sun.

[tonydaddingham]

I am going to hazard a guess and predict that most queer viewers are going to side with Crowley in the divorce? The subtext here is usually that Crowley is a queer person who is comfortable in their identity while Aziraphale still doesn't let go of the church and internalized homophobia. And then asking Crowley to try to conform in a way that Crowley has never been comfortable with, implying that in order for this relationship to work you need to be something that you're not (especially potent bc Crowley in particular is explicitly nonbinary/ gender fluid)... its almost violating. That should clearly be asking too much of him and it only hurts worse to realize that Aziraphale doesn't realize that and doesn't truly accept Crowley as he is. Which is a fundamentally Queer Experience Thing.

okay again full disclosure i am not queer, so im only going to answer this to the best of my ability besties, if i don't write things right or deliberately misunderstand a nuance in this, please know im doing my best and anything that is upsetting or offensive please tell me, i am so not qualified to answer this... but nonnie has asked so i shall give it a go!!!✨💓 (cut bc length)

genuine question here: wouldn't, arguably, in this whole choosing sides thing, crowley vs aziraphale, be exactly what divides the queer community? those that could sympathise with aziraphale and his allegory vs those that could sympathise with crowley? this is a genuine question bc i would have thought depending on your (general you) guys' (nb) variety of experiences, good and bad, there are those that could see either side or both?

as for trying to make crowley conform - i'm not going to argue this per se, bc i realise that this must be a very painful concept or experience to go through, and i Will Not invalidate that. but on the other side of the argument, whilst i see and agree that this is how aziraphale could be interpreted generally in this argument, i didn't see it this way at all. not when taking into account aziraphale's whole demeanour in s2.

my understanding is that, as far as the canon has showed us, aziraphale knows very little about the true circumstances of crowley's fall (only that aziraphale warned him against asking questions), and even less about crowley's inner feelings on the matter. whenever aziraphale mentions it, or crowley having been an angel, crowley understandably responds aggressively and angry and obviously that it's still painful.

i don't think it's too far beyond reason for aziraphale to think that crowley - a good demon - might want to take a chance to have the wrong righted (as he sees it), to receive what aziraphale would consider a boon, an apology. whilst he's not in hell's clutches, crowley would have the chance to be free of hell completely. furthermore, it's a chance for them to be together, as friends or otherwise (obvs the metatron conversation is before crowley's confession), and to build the world they want - fair and honest and kind - together. because it's not as if crowley doesn't want that, but he just won't go anywhere near being an angel in order to do it - borne of fear yes but also resentment and bitterness... possibly even arrogance.

aziraphale does lord his angelic status over crowley especially in s1, and does hold a very black and white view over angels = good, demons = bad, but for the most part i think he has started to explore the possibility of grey more in s2. he starts to ease back on crowley and concentrate on making him feel wanted and loved (however that might look on Their Side), but still leaving him agency.

ive talked about aziraphale putting him on a pedestal and that is true, but the person on that pedestal, I don't think, is angel crowley - i don't think it's that simple. i think it's good demon crowley. and that good demon crowley would want to change the world, right?? well, he's got to be an angel to do it - even better!!!

so i didn't necessarily see it as aziraphale wanting to change crowley at all, but instead him thinking that based on what crowley has told him, of course crowley would want this!!! he deserves to be forgiven and restored, he's earnt it and he's a good person!!! but aziraphale unfortunately reneges on his emerging attempts to give crowley that agency, and instead decides for him. i don't think it was necessarily out of wanting to change crowley, but instead him not knowing the full story and therefore choosing a resolution for crowley out of love and respect... but one that crowley doesn't want.

these boys REFUSE to communicate and 👏 it 👏 shows👏✨

[actuallyitsstar]

CHARACTER ASK GAME

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell + 21, 24 and 25?

✨ send me a number and a character! ✨

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

i actually already answered this question here, so i will give an honorary mention for this ask, in addition: i am a big fan of the whole tgm-mav-lowkey-being-the-daggers'-friends'-cool-dad trope. like. the idea that they get to know him after the mission and he's obviously taken a genuine interest in all of them and their wellbeing so they all just...stay in touch. the idea that the call and check up on him when they know rooster is deployed, that they start to leave a few extra things at mav's place because he usually hosts their squad movie nights and it's just easier to crash there sometimes, that they realize he doesn't have many people to spend the holidays with now outside of obviously bradley, and they all come together and drag him to a surprise christmas party with them before they go on their own leave for their respective family christmases. that's their emotional support old navy captain and if u wanna mess w him u gotta get thru 11 daggers and 1 son first so good luck!!!

that being said, tho, it can go too far i think, if we're not careful. barring a couple specific circumstances (jake and whatever fucked up childhood/non-existent parental relationships he has had comes to mind) the daggers all have families of their own, and entire lives before meeting mav. i don't think he's like. their DAD per se. he's their friends' cooler than expected dad ('your dad is an ace? that's so cool! i wonder if he has any stories to tell us! he once flipped off a mig while inverted? THATS SO COOL') that they can become friends with and look out for too, and i KNOW he'll be looking out for them. if they need anything he's right there, because that is within his nature. but for the most part, they're all adults who have friendships, and not like. Extra Children. if you know what i mean. except for jake idk i think he needs a role model or something but i guess that makes mav a secret third thing to him idk

24. what other character from another fandom reminds you of them?

oof that is tough!! i think that on most levels, mav is very different from the characters in other fandoms that i have imprinted on the most, so i'm not going to be able to do a 1:1 comparison here. but believe it or not the very first character that came to mind for me is ezra standish from the magnificent seven tv series, and it's not an exact match but i'm just going to provide my presentation on the matter (i am specifically comparing tg86 mav with ezra bc i have no one to compare tgm mav with lol):

horrible quality images (yes i did make these gifs but theyre very old so lets not talk about it lol) bc this is an obscure 1990s b-budget tv show shot on vhs probably. but this guy right here is either the second or third youngest member of his found family group (the seven ~lawmen~ a local circuit judge hires to manage an old west territory because it's so dangerous the sheriff and deputy he'd previously appointed ran out on the job). he's very accomplished at what he does, for his age, and has had way too many shitty life experiences and is much too world-weary already. everyone who works with him comes into it with a preconceived notion of how he's going to be. and how could they not? it isn't that the other six guys are short-sighted in assuming, exactly. ezra is direct about who he is and what he stands for, downright in your face about it, actually. you expect him to be kind of an arrogant asshole, and he tells you he's gonna be one. and then, for a while anyway, he kind of is.

loner type, doesn't need anyone, he's going to do everything his way because he knows best, needlessly theatrical about it in the process. they expect him to run out on them during their battle, and he does.... kind of. but he also comes through for them in a critical moment when he's needed most and they least expect him to do it, single-handedly taking out multiple enemies to save their lives. immediately, he adopted into the group, essentially, but ezra doesn't know enough about really having friends to recognize that it's happening until much later. additionally, his entire life and livelihood is overshadowed by his mother (who can be seen sitting in the bg of the larger gif), who is still very much alive, in his case, but whose actions and words define him, whether he wants them to or not. he had a shitty childhood bouncing between a hundred strangers' and distant family members' homes alike and is just overflowing with abandonment issues, and he expects the other six to give up on him at the drop of a hat, but they never do.

25. what was your first impression of this character? how about now?

the very first time i ever saw top gun was before tgm was ever a thing. i remember my favorite character being goose (isnt he always tho <3) and thinking mav was kind of a bland action hero guy with a story arc i did not understand at all or care about. i was like fifteen, tho, and hadn't seen hardly any movies or tv shows at the time because i had a kind of weird sheltered from media sort of childhood, so i don't think i had rly learned HOW to watch and interpret media and characters yet, tbh. when the sequel was coming out i rewatched top gun with my partner in preparation bc my parents were making me watch the new one, and they had never seen it. i was like oh !!! he's smol and traumatized. i bet there's fic about him and that blonde guy. i should look that up later. and then we watched tgm and that was it for me. i was like never mind him and that blonde guy i need to know if hIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS SON TURNS OUT OK......MY HEART..... and that was that lol. my dna has not been the same since <3

[sailoryooons]

I just saw your interest post about Carved and I was going to reply to it but I have too much to say and didn't want to leave a novel there but I just wanted you to know it's related because that fic is literally otherworldly. But whether or not you continue it/release it as you originally wanted/never get back to it, I just want to thank you for having ever shared it with us 💜

I think I came across Dead Languages first, a while back on my main account, and from there I just really fell in love with all of your work and your writing is actually one of the main reasons I made another account just so I can interact with my fav fics and fandoms. And, while I love BTS, their inclusion just feels like an extra little gift because all of the other stuff you give us is already so incredible. I can legit see your work as novels with any characters and they would be just as fun to read. Your world building and your story development are just so vividly fantastical and dark in all the most delicious ways. You really have such a knack for presenting us with familiar themes completely twisted with your own original ideas. It feels like I'm watching a movie/TV series in my head the way you bring everything to life it's seriously incredible that all of this comes from your mind and I am so thankful to you for sharing all of your talents with us.

Wishing you all the health & happiness 🩷

AGH this is absolutely beyond sweet and made me kick my feet and scream. I'm just like honored that literally anyone cares about what I'm writing or doing and that everyone's response has been to bring it back if I want and that they would read whatever I did regardless.

DON'T READ DEAD LANGUAGES IS LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS. It isn't my best writing per se, but it's one of the. first things I wrote on this website and that was like a passion project and the idea was really cool. I'm such a stronger writer now I think, but I am so happy that was your intro to my masterlist.

Genuinely this is some of the nicest things anyone has said about my writing and I don't really know how to put into words how like touchd and honored I am that anyone feels this way about any of my stories. As someone who grew up dreaming of being an author but hasn't quite figured out how to do it, having anyone tell me that they could see anything I write as an actual book is like ? the highest compliment possible to receive as a writer.

Thank you for taking time to share your thoughts and say such nice things about my works. I'm literally touched and soifjdfgijsodifj inside in the best of ways and thank you so much for making writing and being in this community so rewarding!!

[heisen-shrine]

Hello everyone and welcome to the new and improved Heisen-Shrine!

You guys know the drill! Here I post all kinds of awesome self shipping things, and now I have six f/os and plenty of love to go around.

I can't believe I now have as many f/os as Henry the 8th had wives, but at least I haven't killed any of my guys...yet lol. I'm mostly a villain shipper, but I've dipped my toes into anti-hero territory over the years. Most of my F/Os are villains, and that's okay. They hate everyone else but they love me ^^

Meet my guys!

Karl Heisenberg- the main man! I married this man Halloween of 2022 and we're still going strong. We also have an adopted son, Nanaue from the Suicide Squad. Karl is probably the most prominently featured f/o on here, and I love him to bits. He's encouraging, sweet, makes cool stuff, and is really big about my own creative endeavors. We support each other and make everything work <3

Astarion- the vampire from Baldur's Gate 3, I absolutely adore him. Normally vamps aren't my thing but this guy's got me by the throat with his sass and unabashed honesty. He's the sassy pansexual boyfriend I feel everyone needs in life ^.^

Elijah Kamski- Elijah is admittedly more of a familial f/o rather than a romantic one. But even so he's important to me and seems to be the perfect brother figure. He's helped me through a lot of my own sibling related trauma and I'm really thankful for that. If you need practical or technical advice, Elijah is my go to guy :)

Otto Octavius- from the Raimi-verse spider-man movies. I've loved this man since I was a child, and he's the oldest of my f/os on here. Partly familial, Partly romantic, my relationship with Otto can be rather complicated. Sometimes we don't even really know what we are to each other and I feel that's okay. He's a great man and I love him so much ^^

Oswald Cobblepot- from the Reeves-verse batman. He's a little out of the ordinary for me but I find we just click. He genuinely cares about me and was there when I was going through a very difficult period when I first moved to this new town. In a way he's my backbone and I appreciate it a ton :)

Rabban- from the 2021 Remake of Dune. This is my most recent F/O. He got my attention about two or three years ago but I really wasn't sure where I stood with him. To a degree we're still figuring everything out. Yes while he's brutal, he's been oddly nothing but kind to me and has been there for me in recent weeks. He's very much interested in my world, and I'm very much into his ^.^

Be sure to read my Rules please!

1. This isn't a Fandom blog per se, but I'd appreciate no Fandom drama on here.

2. Please be nice to me and my guys, we're really just trying here lol.

3. Keep the thirst to a minimum. I get it my guys are good looking, but they're more than that. Feel free to ask them or myself anything.

4. I try to be respectful of other self ships. If I'm shipping with any character that my followers aren't comfortable I fully respect your right to unfollow and block if you need to. I have no desire to make anyone feel uncomfortable or disrespected. I personally don't mind sharing but I know there's a few people who want their f/os to be exclusive to them and that is ABSOLUTELY valid! If you need to leave/block the blog it's perfectly fine and I understand.

5. I don't tolerate hate of any kind. If your only purpose is to come on to this blog and be an asshole you can move right along.

6. I don't think I personally classify myself as pro-ship, I am normally ship and let ship but I do have limits. Yes I know the difference between fiction and IRL but for me personally it all comes down to taste if that makes sense. Self shipping is a spectrum, and I'm on the end of not shipping with people who are far younger than you if you're a grown person. Two consenting adults is fine, but I don't wanna hear some nonsense about how "Oh well this young looking character is actually 1000 years old" or wtf ever. If it looks like a duck, acts like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it's a duck, understand?

7. Speaking of ages, I am 30+. I honestly do not feel comfortable with people following me who are under the age of at least 20. It's nothing against anyone personally, but in my opinion if you still have teen at the end of your age, you're still a teenager to me. Granted I don't post adult content, but to be on the safe side if you're under the age of 20 please don't follow me. Thanks <3

8. Feel free to come on here and tell me about your f/os! I'm always happy to hear about anything you guys are doing together! I like to see others happy and how their relationships are going! If you need to vent, I'm always here too! I'd like to make more friends in this community.

9. Understand please that this is a side blog. If I follow anyone it'll be from my main blog, which is am RP blog. Heisen-Shrine isn't an rp blog per se, but I might post little funny/fun scenarios with my and my f/os, just general self shipping shenanigans

10. Just have fun, seriously. Life is too short to not enjoy things. Have fun, take it easy, and whether you use self shipping to cope or for some other reason, don't forget to have fun with it and enjoy just being with your f/os. They love you and they want you to be happy, and believe it or not, so do I <3 you deserve it

[canmom]

results are in. the first one is... almost a perfect bell curve centred on £1000 to 1000. most likely following the intuition of 'give as many people as possible a substantially useful amount of money'. I am a little surprised by the bump at 1p each. anyway.

since this has gone around a fair bit now, I wanted to comment a bit more. these thought experiments occurring to me last week from, obviously, contemplating the situation of Palestinians trying to raise funds to survive the ongoing genocide and escape Gaza. people have interpreted it in various ways, but mainly a rhetorical exhortation to donate more money to fundraisers, or equally a despairing lamentation at the state of things.

for the first two scenarios, I tried to design them not to have an obvious 'correct answer'. I screwed that up on the second one - probably it could have been a more interesting problem tuning the parameters slightly differently. without formally calculating it, the probability of 'collisions' (in the sense of 'hash collision') that leave a prisoner with wasted money is very low, so your best bet is to concentrate your money on a few prisoners and guarantee they can leave. 62.5% of people seem to have drawn the same conclusion.

(the 'one token each' option coming third is surprising to me - this is basically guaranteed to make no difference whatsoever. the other players would have to make some very weird choices for a prisoner to end up with 99 tokens. maybe a lot of people just click the first option on the poll to see the results...)

however, this wasn't trying to make a rhetorical argument that you should concentrate your efforts on one or a few Palestinian fundraisers. a better model of the situation would be that you don't have enough to free even a single prisoner, and there are a lot more donors in play. (apparently this type of no-communication coordinated action game is related to the theory of Schelling points - thanks @azdoine for that. I don't know if this game has a Schelling point per se.)

if anything, the rhetorical thrust of this game was more that the situation is sort of ludicrously artificial: the experimenters are murdering the rest of the 1000 prisoners for no particular reason, and also setting the price for those prisoners to leave. (how are they getting away with this? presumably, they also have the backing of the US military.)

the second scenario's analogy is also wrong in one crucial respect, since my knowledge was out of date: the experimenters have had a dispute which led them to shut the doors of the prison after releasing just a few of the prisoners, so nobody can get out at the moment no matter how many tokens they have. they might open it at some point in the future. maybe. when? fuck knows, man.

one person sent an anonymous message accusing me of falling for scams. I fully admit do not have any means to tell you which fundraisers are genuine, or which efforts to verify the fundraisers are rigorous. I do think assuming scams is an easy out and it's more parsimonious to assume most of these fundraisers are genuine - but I also don't actually have an answer for hypothetical 3. if you care about the situation of Palestinians, and want to help, should you (or I) focus on trying to help individual families survive a finite-sum situation? should you donate that money to cover the operating costs of the aid organisations that are getting aid into the strip? or should you try and focus on the political struggle to overthrow the genocidal apartheid regime in Israel/Palestine - and if you do that, what efforts are likely to bear fruit? should you devote yourself to some other cause, such as the comparably dire situation in Sudan?

I literally don't know. the situation is so utterly cooked. all of these efforts are necessary, but we are all finite, and burning yourself out in a dramatic gesture helps nobody. the second scenario was trying to match the contours of this sort of collective action problem, but I didn't construct it very well. but then, arguably, these scenarios are just supposed to be a rhetorical 'foot in the door', right?

the main thing I ask is actually very limited: that you think about it, and make a conscious decision of how you're going to act with the resources you have, rather than ignore it.

hypothetical 1

you have £1,000,000 to distribute evenly between a number of people. you decide how many.

all the recipients will be total strangers

you will never meet them after they receive the money, nor find out what they do with it.

they are chosen uniformly at random from the entire population of the world

the money will be in a form they can easily access, converted to their local currency.

for simplicity, the number of people must be a power of 10.

if you don't distribute this money in this way, it will be destroyed.

[night-dark-woods]

Gimme 9 for the OC ask game for either creature! Or both!!

9. Is your OC laid back or do they thrive on drama? What role do they play in their group of friends/associates?

ooh i feel like both of them cause drama but extremely not on purpose.

Fuller is the topic of many arguments btwn Aunor and Ikora, but she a) doesn't know that b) wouldn't particularly care if she did, unless it started curtailing her ability to Do Research. she knows Aunor dislikes her, and knows she is on her shitlist by the constant parade of chaperones/potential assassins that each handle about a month in the Hellmouth with Fuller before begging for reassignment lmfao, but it's not a point of pride for her or anything, she just kind of starts from the assumption that Nobody Understands Her Genius (crimes against humanity and nature), and so if someone doesn't come out of the gate disliking her it's a rare occurrence. she doesn't really respect anyone enough to care about what other people think even enough to like... contrarily get joy out of messing with people (until she starts caring about what Hapax thinks of her!!! uh oh!!! girl who has never experienced meaningful rejection or wanting to change her behavior because of the way it affects someone else about to have her world turned upside down!!! i think at some point she manages to genuinely piss Hapax off/hurt her enough that Hapax like, Leaves for a while. and Fuller is like. what is this horrible sensation. am i sick. should i kill myself. (its guilt))

the only other people who she really hangs out with (pre-Hapax) are her ghost Celadon (happy enabler and credited co-author on her (unpublished) papers) and Toland, who finds Fuller to be the most annoying motherfucker on the planet and thinks she does not regard the Sword Logic (or him) with the reverence it is due. i think she and Eris have probably talked but im not sure what their relationship looks like. probably equal amounts of appreciation from Eris for the Hive-torture, and discomfort with how much Fuller wants to see her Hive eyes lmfao.

as for Hapax, i don't think she causes Drama per se, but she just. Does Not Fit In with the corsairs to the point where complaints make their way to Mara, which is the catalyst for Hapax ending up assigned to babysit Fuller in the first place.

Schiller is like. much much more normal/sociable than her guardian, and kind of regards Hapax the way you would regard your younger sibling who just CANNOT make friends, and so you try to facilitate playdates or let them hang out with your own friends, but it just doesn't work out. she loves Hapax and wants her to be happy but the problem is Hapax just reads like a slightly pissed off blank wall to the vast majority of people. except Fuller. which sucks for Schiller bc Schiller has a normal moral compass and hates the fucking Hellmouth, but also this is the first time she's seen Hapax bond with ANYONE. so now she's stuck in the haunted caves of Luna watching her charge form an inseparable bond with the worlds most annoying mad scientist.

ik we've talked about Strand and Hapax hanging out and i think it would be fun if they interact Before Hapax gets assigned to the Moon and then after (maybe SotHunt? i imagine in the face of that Ikora might let Fuller's leash a little looser tbh, all hands on deck, even creepy ones, to deal with the Wrathborn. though also timeline-wise that'd be a quick turnaround. maybe sotLost.) and Strand gets to see Hapax out of her shell a little bit. and also gets to see Fuller and be like Jesus Fucking Christ why this one.

[dudedudewriting]

Horroresque #3

My strange ability revealed itself back in kindergarten. It happened to my favorite teacher, Ms. Apple. Until that point in my life, I've never scraped my knees or gotten a bloody nose. My immense fear of splinters made me overly careful and timid on the playground. Me generally avoiding injuries for some reason became a point of pride for my mother for a bit. How smart and proper was the kid who's never gotten hurt on accident! But that day in Ms. Apple's arts and crafts class, I slit my finger on paper for the first time. It stung so bad that I let out a piercing shriek that rushed the teacher to me. While I was hysterically trying to explain my pain, big salty tears filled my eyes, obstructing my vision. At first, there was no blood on my finger, and Ms. Apple used that to calm me down, saying that I was completely okay. However, through my blurred vision, I saw a tiny bead of red slowly emerge out of the thin cut on the pad of my finger. One second, the teacher was pressing on my paper cut to help it close up faster, and the next second, she was just gone. The realization of it came to me as I became lightheaded, and my ears started ringing. I fell off my little chair, and the next thing I remember is waking up to my mother in the nurse's office.

I wouldn't call it an ability per se since I have little to no control over it. I can only make sure that my bloody flesh is not exposed for others to potentially be in contact with. Whether or not they get sucked into it is beyond me. I don't even know what actually happens to my "victims". Do they disintegrate into the ether, fall into a portal, or get absorbed by me. It's as much of a mystery to myself as it is to you. This all forced me to develop quite a secluded and antisocial lifestyle. After disappearing some more people, I became too paranoid to be able to form genuine connections with my fellow humans. I'm scared for other animals as well, so I don't tend to have pets either. I was able to dedicate most of my time to the research after my mother… passed when I was 17. I tried to find information on my mysterious condition. I didn't find anything. At all. Humans always speculated on blood's mystic properties, but nothing ever compared to what I witnessed when I was younger, believe it or not. I am afraid. I'm terrified of my own fragility. Something deep in my guts often whispers to me that all those people I've… hurt, how they are in pain, lost in oblivion forever. I can't bring them back and can't even find where they are. And all that separates people around me and the damnation in the unknown is my mere skin. Do you know what I mean? Sometimes, I wish I could swallow myself up the same way, but it's impossible. Sometimes… I feel my restraints weaken, as if recklessly causing havoc is the easier option over the simple task of containing my blood within my body. Today, I made the mistake of loosening my grip while walking the nighttime streets. In my attempt to clear my head in the serene quietness of this sleepy town, I failed to notice someone else who joined my stroll. I was attacked in an attempt of robbery, it seemed at first. Clearly, someone new in town who doesn't know that this place has nothing to offer to begin with. Did you follow me through the dimly lit alleys ever so discreetly all the way to that corner? Did you know what was waiting for you when you decided to open up that knife? And did you know that you'd leave me speechless and bleeding while I stared at your face speckled red with my blood, but still here. Still in front of me, as shocked as I am. I struggled through the numbing pain in my leg but still succeeded in overpowering you while you still stood there in disbelief of something. I'm still curious about what you were thinking back there. And since you're finally awake now, it is your turn to speak.

[delightfultyrantphantom]

I am a MUCH better person than I always thought I was. I didn't really think I was a bad person per se, I just thought I fell into the middle of being blah - not great, not horrible, but nothing to write home about either.

I have now changed my mind and decided I'm an angel.

My reaction to finding out I'm sick (FYI - I found out after literally everyone else) was to console the family and make sure they didn't fall apart. During my entire chemo cycle, I kept in mind the comfort of my mum and husband and generally put myself last instead of just kicking them out of the room when they pissed me off. Keep in mind this was 16 cycles and they repeatedly did the same things over and over again. I'm thankfully done with all that and am awaiting surgery.

I finally had time to reflect on how to get through it, because going under the scalpel terrifies me, and made the above realizations. So now, I've decided that if anything done leaves me even slightly uncomfortable, I'm kicking them out of my room and banning them. I'm assuming there is something in place for annoying relatives.

And at this point, I genuinely do not care if things are done out of love. The word love can often be a noose around your neck and I have come to understand that if I don't start putting myself first now, I will never do so.

[raayllum]

Did you notice that Callum never sketched once in S4? He had his sketchbook with him on their journey but never pulled it out or used it. At first I thought eh, maybe they just didn’t have time to include that with everything else going on this season. But then I began to think that this choice may be intrinsically connected to Callum emotionally repressing himself. Drawing has always been a way for him to express his big feelings and his ability to love deeply. But instead, he’s been focusing all his energies on being a mage instead, because he links his self worth entirely to his magical abilities. AND THEN, my brain started going to big picture things like Callum the Mage vs Callum the Artist, and which is is ultimately going to be beneficial for him and who he is in the end. I dunno where I’m going with this, but I just wanted to throw out this observation and hear your thoughts.

I thought at first that he was sketching at some point in the Drakewood but you're right! He's just skimming his book

We didn't see Callum draw on screen at all in S3 either, too consumed by the journey and mission and honestly his feelings for Rayla. However, we do know that Callum draws in S3 because he draws Rayla's parents and shows it to her.

On the one hand, having his sketchbook mostly be a spellbook is just very practical and he uses it all the time this season. On the other hand, we also know that drawing is something Callum genuinely loves to do - and something he does to process his emotions

He draws Sarai in 1x07 to process his feelings of loss, which he shares with Ezran

C: When you were under the ice, I was so scared. I thought I was going to lose you like we lost her.

We see him draw like that again in 2x07 when he's worried over Rayla, but he doesn't say anything to Ezran. He's tight lipped, he's angry, he's conflicted. He throws his sketchbook, a gift from Harrow that he cared enough to have stitched up by the time S4 comes along, on the ground because he's so pissed off at feeling helpless and worried

So I don't think him drawing per se is like, a big thing in S4 just because he draws so sparingly in season three, but we do know that 1) Callum is very emotionally shut down in S4 overall and 2) he is not actually processing the bulk of his emotions, either purposefully distracting himself from them, trying to, or having them over ruled by other more recent trauma. For example, Callum only gets one (1) day to process Rayla's return before the very next immediate night, Aaravos possesses him. Give this poor kid a break

I do think there's something to be said for High Mage Callum vs Prince Callum vs regular Callum identity wise though. You have Callum's role to his brother ultimately as the prince, something he's more comfortable in, and defining himself as a big brother is something and his family has always done: he takes his role as the older sibling very seriously, shown in how he looks out for and somewhat parentifies himself around Ezran, and even including Harrow's last words to him: "Take care of your brother."

Then you have his role as the high mage and as a mage in general, which leaves him vulnerable to Aaravos and uncertain of himself; probably why he ultimately can't give up the cube ("If I'm not a mage, then who am I?" from Callum's Spellbook) but also something he's struggling with because of Rayla (who inspired him to become a mage in the first place) and Viren (a shadowy predecessor looming over him).

Then there's 'regular' Callum, who we see most prominently to me in 2x04: curious, determined, searching, reckless, desperate, as he goes out into the storm and finds Rayla waiting for him. He's magic-less, a little bit hopeless, down on himself. He feels like he's nothing; Rayla sees otherwise, "magic or no magic."

After all, Rayla doesn't mention his magic once to Sol Regem when she lists all the reasons he's wonderful and amazing -- because he always was, and she's always known it

[leogichidaa]

Oral Surgery: The Dementor's Kiss

This has been bothering me since I first read PoA, and the later exploration in the series of ghosts, the afterlife, and Horcruxes has only further befuddled me on the subject: what in creation happens to a soul after a dementor sucks it out of a person?

Logistically, the dementor's kiss is bizarre to me on a number of levels. To start with, the body survives after the soul is removed. I guess having soulless shells of humans walking the Earth adds a creepiness factor, but it's also an odd detail. Why leave the body alive? Through what mechanism are dementors able to dislodge a soul from its body without harming or killing the body? I used to think that perhaps by sucking out the soul of a person, they turn that person into a dementor, but that doesn't seem to be indicated in canon. In PoA Remus says:

If it can, the dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself...soul-less and evil. You'll be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life.

"Something like itself" suggests that he does not mean that you turn into an actual dementor. He also says "soul-less and evil" which has some interesting implications. It's possible that he means the state of a soulless person is inherently evil, not in the sense that it commits evil deeds, but more in the sense that it is a horrible thing that should not exist. But it's also possible that he is saying that a person, when left with nothing but their worst memories and thoughts, is naturally inclined toward committing atrocities and, in the absence of positive thoughts, is rendered incapable of positive deeds. A valid conclusion to draw and one of the myriad of reasons Azkaban is a terrible idea: taking a bunch of criminals and exposing them to beings that will make them soulless and evil is certainly not going to improve matters.

Remus also later claims there is "no chance at all of recovery" from the Kiss, but I think he's just lacking in creativity. I don't remember where I saw this, but someone somewhere floated the idea of taking the soul fragment out of a Horcrux and putting it into the body of someone who had been Kissed, which isn't recovery per se, but it sure is something.

You can exist without a soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working.

Sure, Remus, I guess you can, but genuinely why would you keep someone alive like that unless you're planning to do some fucked up magic and put a new soul fragment or a ghost in there? It's like leaving a remote control with no batteries on a table forever. What good is that doing anyone? For what possible purpose would anyone keep these shells of people alive? To keep them as the world's most unsettling pets? Fuck's sake, put them to rest, please.

That's just the empty body though. What about the soul? And what exactly is a soul in the WWoHP? (Conveniently, @artemisia-black and @ashesandhackles published this meta today, which offers further exploration on the topic) We can infer what a soul is based on how Remus describes the body without a soul:

But you'll have no sense of self, no memory, no...anything. There's no chance at all of recovery. You'll just--exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone...forever lost.

"No anything" is about as vague as you could possibly be, thank you Remus, but we at least know that all your memories and sense of self are contained in the soul. Seems like maybe your memories should be stored in the brain where they belong, but Remus says they're in the soul and who am I to argue? And Diary Riddle is a great illustration of how all-encompassing even half a soul is. Diary Riddle has memories, thoughts, ambitions, plans, etc. It seems that the body and brain are the machine, capable of functioning independently to an extent, but the soul is the substance of a person.

The fact that dementors feed on souls, in addition to happiness and joy, also implies something about the very nature of a soul. Something that is also implied by Remus' comment of "soul-less and evil". Souls, intact souls, are implied to be full of purity and goodness. You fracture your soul when you commit horrific deeds. All people seem to be born with an inherently good soul that they may mar and damage later with their wicked ways.

So a dementor makes out with you and you lose your soul, the whole of what makes you you. It is apparently "forever lost" but what does that actually mean? Let's say it is truly gone, lost, permanently deleted. You, as a substantial person, cease to exist. In a universe where an afterlife is a certainty proved by ghosts and reinforced by the Veil, it makes sense that ceasing to exist is "much worse" than death to someone like Remus (or Harry, or, indeed, most characters in the series). "You don't get to go to wizard heaven" does seem to be the fate-worse-than-death implied throughout the series.

Are the dementors sucking these souls into a black hole though? Why and how are they being wholly and completely destroyed? Souls can and are separated from the body (ghosts) or fragmented (Horcruxes) in the series without being utterly destroyed or losing their substance. And soul fragments are very difficult to destroy, that's a major plot point of DH. Do dementors have like...basilisk venom in their stomachs or something? How are they digesting a human soul?

I'm obviously way overthinking this. But I am also unable to stop overthinking this. What if dementors don't actually suck out souls for sustenance at all? What if they do it for protection? What if they're making themselves like living Horcruxes? We know that there is an established way to repel a dementor, but how do you kill the fuckers? We don't have any info on that. Maybe they are neigh on impossible to destroy once they've taken in enough souls because the souls function like armor. Maybe the souls are intact, more or less, in there, and they're just trapped for eternity inside the dementors. Which is presumably bad, but dementors are ingesting a bunch of happiness and joy, so maybe it's not even a fate worse than death, maybe it's a party in there. Who can say?

[cinnamonest]

Diluc Ragnvindr - Yandere Profile

Yall are so kind and I am so undeserving hhhhh

If you stand idly by that flower girl in Mondstadt her idle line is something like "All I can think about is Diluc" And honestly same

This man exudes bde I'm sorry I just... It is a known FACT that Diluc is packing and I refuse to believe otherwise, lord have mercy I'm bout to SIMP

tws: yandere, mentions of violence

tws (below cut): noncon, kinda misogynistic in 1 part

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Acutely aware, and in the beginning, frustrated with his own self. He's very much a loner type of guy, and he likes it that way -- in his mind, people are distractions.

He doesn't talk to you too much, but you'll slowly and subtly notice his presence with increasing frequency. He hovers. Silent, but intimidating. He's always there, in the background. Somehow, everywhere you go, you can spot him somewhere if you try, and even if you don't see him, you know someone is watching you, from the skin crawling feeling of eyes on you. It will never go away, and it's easily enough to drive you to paranoia.

In reality, he'd like to talk, really, but he doesn't know how. For the first time in his life, he actually has the urge to speak with someone, not for his own desire to speak so much as speak with you- to learn about you, to hear your voice. But the poor thing has no idea what to say. He's used to just going about his day and only speaking to others when they need something from him.

When he does talk to you, he finds himself even enjoying the silliest and most trivial of things you say. Normally he hates small talk, and he's normally annoyed by anything outside of very serious matters, but even if you're raving about something he has no interest in, he's happy to listen just because it's you.

He's fairly aware, too. Not a delusional for the most part, and he's honestly a bit afraid of rejection - he knows he's not the most pleasant or charming person to be around, and certainly not the best conversationalist. He tries to make up for it in thinking that his money, status, and protective ability can be something he can use to draw you in, so he makes sure to subtly and frequently remind you of those things.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Eventually, it's inevitable. It will happen, it's just a matter of time. His reasoning is less about your fragility and safety, even if he pretends it is, and more of a selfish thing. He doesn't want to be, and he'll certainly feel guilty for it, but he's a silently jealous person. Hearing you talk to others, seeing you smile at others, it drives him up the wall. Even during the day, he can't focus, thinking of what you're doing, who you're with, what you're doing with that person, and so on. He can't get anything accomplished, and people notice something is wrong with him. Really, it won't be a very long time at all.

He's not a very good manipulator, and he can't really think of a good reason to get you to walk into the winery backrooms on your own, so as barbaric as it may feel, he'll settle for the old fashioned way, just taking you, probably when you're walking all by yourself late at night. He is very intelligent, and will most likely formulate a way of making you seen responsible for some crime upon your disappearance, to discourage you from leaving, and to make it seem less mysterious when you disappear. People will assume that the darknight hero got to you. And, well, they’re not wrong.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

Initially, he's watchful, staying at the winery so that you can't get far without him noticing. He'll cancel his plans elsewhere and make sure he's never more than sight distance away from the building. With time, he'll have to leave, and when he does, he'll probably invest in some very high quality locks to keep you in. Should that prove to not be enough, he'll have to use chains to keep you attached to the wall, instead. Needless to say, it's difficult.

If you manage an attempt, he'll be angry, sure, but he understands why. The first time, at least. Don't push it. If you manage to keep trying, his sympathy for you will slowly erode with each successive attempt, and soon he'll run out of mercy, and decide maybe just forgiving you isn't enough, and you actually need to learn a lesson to prevent this from happening again.

"Again? You really... Really don't give up, do you. This is the fourth time now... You've really pushed it, you know, I've tried to be nice. If you're not gonna get that, I'll make you understand."

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Canonically speaking, he's fairly good at predicting the actions of others. He's clever like that. However, he's not the best at reading faces. As far as lies go, he will detect it maybe 80% of the time, but you can probably get away with a bit - once he catches you doing it once, though, he'll suspect you from there on out, and be much less likely to buy your lies.

When it comes to manipulation, he's one of the ones where it's like, he kinda knows, and lets it happen anyway, if it's for the sake of you being happy with him. That, and he's just flat out weak to your smiles and begging for little things. He's got his limits, though, so you'd be wise to only use this sparingly and not push it.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Protective to the maximum degree. Probably the worst of genshin boys.

Absolutely zero contact with the outside. No family, no friends, he might even go to the extent of faking your death to ensure there's not even anyone who will look for you.

Unlike Childe, Zhongli, or Albedo that I've mentioned as allowing you for walks or outside visits... That's not happening with Diluc. No, he's insanely protective, to the point that you very well might not see sunlight again, except through a window.

And he gets that it can get depressing, he really does, it's just the one thing he can't do. He'll try to substitute it, get you nice large windows to let the sun in that you can sit in front of - provided he's there - and maybe after a while build a little screened-in porch for the winery that you can walk around on - again, provided he's right there. You really can't expect him to let you out there when you're alone. What if someone saw you and tried to hurt you?

You get the feeling it's less about keeping anything else out, and more about keeping you in, though.

He's actually good about letting you do things for yourself, though. He won't restrain you from cooking or kitchen utensils or anything like that, unless you do something stupid like try to hurt him or yourself, in which case it'll be a revoked privilege.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Initially, he tries to go easy on rules, as part of his attempt to make you more accepting. He'll keep you more restrained for the first little while, and later on you'll be allowed to walk, but certain sections of the building will be off limits. He's fairly simple - be obedient, stay inside, don't try to fight. He'll invent new ones based on your behaviors as time goes on, but for the most part, he doesn't want to control you too much.

He fears getting too mad and making you scared of him, so, he struggles to punish you initially. He's probably willing to let quite a bit slide, but once he senses you're taking advantage of that, he'll put an end to it. Once again, he can thank the fact that he's naturally intimidating - he'll grab your jaw and force you to look at him, and honestly, just the look on his face is enough to send chills down your spine. If you're persistent, he's not able to leave you all alone and isolate you, no, he can't handle being away from you for that long. He'll appeal to the punishment of boredom, tying you to one spot and giving you nothing to entertain yourself with will get you to crack in a fairly short amount of time.

Humiliation works well, too. You're all alone except for him, you don't need clothes. So if you want them, you'll have to behave.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

This man only has to look at people to send them running. He's very grateful for his scowl once he realizes the power it holds. You'll be none the wiser as to why everyone you meet seems to end up avoiding you, why people get nervous when you approach, why you can walk into a public place and it will clear out within minutes of you walking through the door. It's ok, though, since you have him to go to for your problems. He'll shrug and tell you he doesn't know why it happens to you, but it's no big deal, you don't have to worry about it, because you don't need them anyway, right?

He's not above having chats with people either. If they're not driven off by the glares, he'll give them another chance by spelling out very clearly that they should back off.

With persistent offenders, though, he has to come up with other means. He's not a delusional, and he knows deep down that this is selfish, that they're not really doing anything wrong per se, but his anger is violent and ultimately overrides any guilt. He'll find a way to make them out to be criminals, spies, or some other form of bad person, and they'll meet their fate at the hands of Mondstadt's mysterious nighttime vigilante.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

His default personality is... Irritated. He scowls a lot, he gets exasperated easy - even if he tries to be a bit more pleasant for you. His irritation is so common that seeing genuine anger is a bit rarer.

When he does, though, it's one of the worst. To really, really make him mad, you'd have to be exceptionally, intentionally bratty to the point of antagonism - he's understanding and lucid enough to understand why you fight him, why you try to run, but do it over and over relentlessly, or just be a childish brat and ignore his warnings, and he'll snap. His voice bellows when he's mad, it's deep and terrifying and echoes off the walls, his eyes narrow and he stomps heavily with every step. He'll grab you by the arm hard enough to bruise, and if you refuse to follow and dig your heels in, he'll just roughly swing you onto his shoulder and carry you.

He has to exert the anger in some way, though. He's not like some yanderes that can be talked down or calmed, or are going to go easy on you if you apologize and beg. Once the anger is there, it's there until he physically takes it out in some way.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

It depends, really, because he's highly lucid, so he has very little delusions about you. Unlike many of the others, he's willing to acknowledge your mental competence, and if you're intelligent and have life experience he'll acknowledge it. He won't recognize physical capability, though, since you're nothing compared to his strength. If you are a capable, independent person, he won't delude himself into thinking otherwise. It will, however, have a negative effect, probably the opposite of what you hope for - he's going to feel a bit intimidated by it, really, because if you're capable and independent, you don't need him as much. He's more likely to find ways to force your dependency on him, if so, but deep down he knows you're an equal on a mental level, and it's frustrating.

Now, otherwise - if you're a little more on the ditzy, airheaded side - it will be below. He's realistic, again, and if you genuinely do fall into the category of being naive and a bit dumb, he'll recognize it. He feels more secure in your dependency, and he's more likely to baby you this way, and will absolutely be more protective.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He really wants you to. He's not sure if he deserves it, though. He's acutely, painfully aware of how awful the things he's done are, and to top it all off, he knows that he should wish he was a better man that had self control, yet... He doesn't. He can't lie to himself and pretend to even have a shred of regret, even if he feels guilt. If he hadn't done all those things, you wouldn't be here with him like this, and even though he knows it's selfish, so very, very selfish, knowing that the horrible things he did got him the result he wanted makes it worth it. And given the opportunity to go back, he'd do it again.

He wants you to genuinely love him, and even though he struggles with human affection and communication, he'll try his best to be sweet to you, say nice things, try to be less irritable, try to talk more.

But if dependency, isolation-induced attachment love is the best he can get, well, that's still love.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

He likes to just... Spend time in your presence. He's still ultimately not much for talking, he runs out of things to say very quickly and even if you're not talking, he's very very happy to be around you. If you're being cold towards him even, he wants to just sit there and be beside you, if you get up and sit on the other side of the room, or walk to another room (provided you have the privilege to do so), he'll follow you wherever like a little lost puppy and just silently sit right back down next to you again. He soaks in your presence like sunlight, it makes him happy.

If you show him affection, especially after an abduction or when stockholm syndrome starts to set in, it's one of the few times you'll see him smile. His smile is soft and faint, and it's less his mouth so much as his eyes that seem to light up. If you show him affection, you can eventually reach a very vulnerable, very soft side of him. He keeps up walls for everyone else, and he kind of desperately wants someone he doesn't have to do that with, so he'll crumble to your affection fairly quickly, once he's assured of your love.

Also, he's one of the ones who fully understands why you're mad. He gets it, he's lucid, and he honestly knows how awful what he's doing is. He still hopes you'll get over it, though, and if confinement and isolation except for him is what it takes to achieve that... So be it. Rather than justifying his actions, he acknowledges what he's done, but he's aware that psychologically, he's already long past the point of no return, and he can't bring himself to stop.

“I know this wasn’t... what you wanted, and, I know it’s, I know this was really, really bad, but I only did it for your sake. If you just... try to get used to it... maybe you can be happy, if you try.”

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

High, but embarrassed as all hell. He likes to maintain a very respectable and serious image, and people knowing that behind that neutral poker face is a brain running through nasty, nasty fantasies would not be very conductive to that image.

And that's what he does - working the bar gets very, very slow sometimes, and there's not much to do but sit around and let his mind wander. The more bored he gets, the more involved in these fantasies he becomes, and sometimes you might have to tap him on the shoulder to snap him out of it.

He feels guilty, really, for how he feels about you, and he knows that it's wrong and violating... But. But if you don't know, it won't hurt you, now will it? Nothing about the fact that he just thinks about bending you over the bar tables and fucking you raw is going to actually do anything bad. It's harmless.

He won't be touchy or perverse towards you by any means, and while that's nice, it causes something of a... Buildup. A lot of urges and needs have gone unmet, a lot of desperation to just feel you skin that has never been filled, and the thing about buildups is that when you reach a certain point they'll eventually burst, which is going to be what happens once you're in your new home.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He's moderate. He'd like you to want it, he's not highly sadistic and doesn't get off to your struggling/crying the way Childe or Kaeya would. But, in the end he's very set on what he wants, and if you're not open to it, he's not going to wait long. As aforementioned, he's got a lot of pent-up need that has gone unchecked, and while he normally strives for self control, at the point of kidnapping you, he's built up enough sexual frustration that he's not going to be very patient. Again, he's not going to be mean about it, he's more the type to just kiss your forehead and mutter a few reassuring things, even as you hiss at the pain of being impaled. That's another issue - he's convinced you might just be intimidated by the size, so he'll keep reassuring you that it's not going to last long, your body just needs time to adjust, even though you feel like you're being split in two.

He's content with knowing that, even if you mentally aren't wanting it, your bodily reactions show that you're clearly not repulsed or anything.

He's also another one to use that very thing against you, much like Albedo. He can feel you twitch and clamp down when you're close and he'll tell you that if you love him you'll cum, and if you don't love him, you won't. But no amount of trying to bring yourself down is enough to override the overwhelming stimulation.

He's also one to get rougher/more intense with time. At first, he's a bit afraid of hurting you, and he's not entirely familiar with how this all goes, and even can be a bit prudish and reserved. But the more he fucks you, the more and more he realizes he really likes having a sense of control and dominance over you, and just how nice it feels to come home when he's frustrated from a bad day and just fuck that energy out. Once he realizes you're not going to break or anything, you'll notice him gradually getting rougher and harder with time, until it becomes a norm.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Stomach bulging/size kink

He's not normally an outwardly prideful person. His pride is more of a silent aloof type of pride, rather than a smug showoff type. He's not one to emphasize his positive traits just to look good. But, fuck, if there isn't something very, very pleasing about being able to physically see his dick making a bulge on your stomach every time he fucks into you. He'll make sure you don't close your eyes, grab your hair and pull your head down so you're forced to watch it fill you more than you can take, over and over.

He doesn't want to hurt you, really, but of all the things to whimper about, you just had to squeal that it's too big, that it hits your cervix, that it's splitting you apart, and as much as he really wants to be a good guy, you're really making it difficult. Hearing that just breaks something primal in him and makes him want to fuck you harder.

It's one of the few things he can actually get smug about, watching you clutch your gut and whimper from bruising and soreness even long after, and as time goes on he might lose enough shame about it all to make a smug comment. He knows he should feel bad. But again, you make it hard to.

Breeding

It's a possession thing, really. There's something so utterly satisfying about just watching cum drip out of you, listening to you whimper whenever you feel it filling you up. It's kind of cute, when he tells you he'll cum inside you and you panic, you squeal and wriggle and unintentionally clench down hard enough to make that happen, you practically just milk the cum out of him when you do.

Forced feminization?/housewife kink/I dont know what to call it but hear me out dammit

He has in his brain this idea of a perfect little housewife and you're going to fit that model whether you want to or not. When he breaks into goes back to your old apartment to bring clothes for your new home he'll only pick the most frilly, feminine of all the things you owned, and if you don't have too many, he'll buy ones for you.

He just likes the idea of having a nice, sweet little wife to come back to, especially after being so stressed with whatever bullshit he's had to put up with that day. Really, any darling in captivity is kinda sorta filling that role, but he's got a very specific image in his mind of you being very... Domestic. Submissive. Frilly little clothes and aprons and cleaning things and making food, it's very cute and gives him a weird sense of dominance that will inevitably turn to arousal - something about the whole ownership and submission aspect of seeing you walk around in those clothes, doing your little chores makes him really want to grab you and bend you over the nearest surface and just - well, you get the idea.

And he's not gonna listen to your whining, either, even if you're a naturally tomboyish person. You could have been the roughest adventurer there was out there, all ragged and getting covered in scrapes and climbing mountains and fighting monsters, but that's in the past, now. Now, is time for you to give that lifestyle up, in favor of a better one, one that will make you happier... if you just let it. 

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He's yes and no, but mostly yes in theory. It fits into his little housewife fantasy and he feels it would be a good way to keep you attached to him. It would make you less likely to leave, it would give you something to do all day, you'd be happy. He's a bit worried about his own capabilities, though. He's not super empathetic and he's not very talkative. Ultimately, it would probably end up an accident that results from the aforementioned breeding kink.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Another one kind of like Razor, he's not gonna think it out too much, but holy fuck, if he's mad, just fucking feels like a punishment in and of itself. You'll realize just how much he's holding back on the regular when you see what it's like when he hold nothing back. It's bruising, it's brutal, and it's a little frightening to witness that kind of raw strength. He'd be one to pick you up into the air completely, holding your whole body up with his arms, forcing you to cling to him so as to not fall while he bounces you up and down on him. And really, once you account for the affect of gravity, so it's slamming into you at unprecedented force, and fuck, it's likely horribly painful, even if that pleasure is still there.

If he's exceptionally mad, he's another one willing to belt you, and while he'll certainly get off to it, it's something he'll only do when he genuinely has a reason to punish you.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Thighs. He likes hooking them over his shoulders, grabbing the fleshy soft parts with his hands, running his hands up and down the sides. One day, one you're comfortable enough, he'd really like to just lay his head down on them like a pillow, they look so soft. And he loves looking at them too, loves things that show just enough of the curve of your hips to your legs and the soft skin underneath.

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Hooked

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ch. lxiii - weeping

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

It took Seonghwa a while to work up his courage and knock at your door. True, he was the one who contacted you first but truth to be told, he wasn't thinking when he chatted you up. But he had already said that he was coming so he had to do it.

You called out from inside with a shaky voice, very noticeable to Seonghwa. Before he walked in, he took a deep breath to calm his mind and stabilize himself. When he felt he was ready, he opened the door and peeked in.

"Hi (Y/N)," he greeted. You were sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, initially staring at your bed before snapping your head to look at Seonghwa. From your bed, you forced a smile at him. The use of your name was rather... hurtful but you couldn't complain after what you've done. Yeosang's words kept replaying in your head nonstop

"Hey, Hwa, I'm sorry," you said, your gaze dropped to your intertwined hands on your lap.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at you and walked towards your bed after closing the door behind him. He took a seat by your side, rather awkwardly if he had to admit.

"Why are you saying sorry for?" he asked. He had an idea as to why you said sorry. But to him, it wasn't that important at the moment, he was honestly just glad that you were unscathed.

You couldn't look at Seonghwa directly, the shame and fear were eating you alive and it made you uncomfortable. You wanted to tell him how you felt, how sorry you are, and what drove you to wordlessly disappear like you did.

But you don't know how to start.

So you sat silently as tears began to drop from your eyes.

Seeing this, Seonghwa's heart broke and he immediately enveloped you in a hug. "Honey, why are you crying? Did I said something wrong?" he asked as he started to rub your arms, chuckling slightly. You couldn't let any words out, you could only let out pitiful sobs as you bury your face in his chest, your arms slowly wrapped themselves around his slim waist.

Due to the uncomfortable position, Seonghwa slowly leaned back onto the headboard with you so you could be snug in his arms.

As per usual, Seonghwa's arms felt like home, you felt completely protected and cared for. Which was annoying since you were supposed to be at odds with them all.

You both stayed in that position, completely disregarding everything else. As you sobbed, Seonghwa kept rubbing your back soothingly. sure, you both liked the silence and the calmness of the situation. But there were just a lot of things left unsaid and the both of you realized that there were things that you needed to talk about.

"We really do miss you, you know?" Seonghwa said, breaking the silence. You looked up through your tears to see him smiling softly at you. One of his hands reached forward to wipe the tears off your cheeks, "We were really useless without you, you know?" he told you with a pout. You couldn't help but giggle at him, "Yeah? I was miserable too, you know? I couldn't tell any of you guys where I was and I had to hide at Haknyeon's apartment that he shared with his roommates," you told him.

Just as you were about to get comfortable again, Seonghwa pulled you back slightly to look at your face. He had his eyebrows furrowed whilst looking at you with a weird expression.

"You weren't with your parents?" he asked. It was your turn to be confused. You furrowed your eyebrows back at him, "Well, yeah, I couldn't stay at home," you told him.

It was true. You were tormented knowing that Sunhee, Jinhee, and Gaho knew about things going on at the frat. So much so that it made you paranoid.

In the end, you turned to the one person you knew could protect you, your cousin Haknyeon. Sadly, he had recently moved in with three other men in a nearby apartment which his other seven friends were staying on different floors. The plus side was you had sure security and you were never lonely.

"Why couldn't you stay at- did your parents knew that you were staying somewhere else?" he asked.

Confused at the sudden change of tone in his voice, you sat up and turn to face him with crossed legs, "No, they don't know. Why are you making a big deal out of this? It's not like Haknyeon and his friends are bad guys," you tried to reason with him.

But at the mention of 'guys', Seonghwa's eyes bulged out and he immediately sat up straight, "Guys?? His roommates are guys??" he asked in disbelief.

A bad feeling crept up in you and you suddenly felt like you don't wanna say anything anymore. But you know you had to answer him if you don't want the situation to become worse.

"How many people were there?" he asked. His once soft expression turned hard, his jaw clenching and his fists balled up. "There were three roommates in his apartment, so there were five of us," "Was Haknyeon always there with you?" "N-no, there were times when Haknyeon had to go out to deal with things and his roommates stayed behind, at least two of them were always around,"

You were being honest, so you didn't have to feel nervous. But somehow you do. With how Seonghwa was staring at you, your brain was blaring the danger alarm.

As his fists unclench and his gaze faltered to a softer one, you began to relax slightly. Seonghwa let out a sigh as he looked to the side, seemingly thinking about something.

But then something flashed in his eyes, it was as if he made a sudden realization.

"What did you meant by 'three in his apartment'? Why did you have to specify that there were three roommates in HIS apartment?" he pressed.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You didn't even realize that you said that. With the way he asked the question, you just knew that the conversation was not going to end well.

"What I meant... Was... That... Uh..." your voice turned softer as you tried to think about the perfect way to explain to him. But the intensity of his stare messed your brain up, "Haknyeon's other friends also lived in that apartment on different floors, so sometimes all twelve of us hung out together,"

At the mention of the actual number of guys there, Seonghwa jumped off the bed to stand towering over you with his hands on his waist, "So eleven!? There were eleven men around you in which three were always with you during the night!?" he exclaimed.

"W-well, if you put it like that-"

"How else am I supposed to put it, (Y/N)!? You LEFT us for whatever reason there were only to go to an apartment with more guys?? What the fuck, (Y/N)!?" he spat out.

His insinuation that you were out whoring yourself hurt. It hurt so much.

As you tried to speak, your voice cracked, "Y-you think I re-really went out to other guys?" you asked, obviously brokenhearted at the insinuation.

If Seonghwa realized how much you were hurt because of his words, he definitely didn't show it. He let out an exasperated and sharp sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, "I don't know what to think, okay? But Yeosang made a good point earlier; you DID leave us with no explanation and without telling anyone, and now you told me you were staying with other guys? How am I supposed to think!?"

Tears began to drop from your eyes once again, "Hwa, I was with my cousin," your voice was so small, that you were sure Seonghwa couldn't hear you.

Especially with how emotional he got.

"We're not mere options, (Y/N). The fact that I had to tell you that is just infuriating, you know!? We were worried sick about you, and where were you? Having fun with your cousin and his guy friends," he stopped himself when he felt like he was getting overwhelmed. He took a couple of deep breaths with closed eyes, trying to not blow up. As best as he could at least.

After calming himself down, he spoke up again, "I know we were never official, but we told you we loved you and we were genuine about it. If options were what you were looking for, you're with the wrong guys. You're free to make your own choices, but don't play with someone's feelings if you were never sure to begin with," he said before turning around and leave the room.

Feeling hopeless, you broke down and cried out. Tears streamed down your face like a waterfall as your breath became uneven. Your head pounded from the overwhelming emotion and lack of oxygen that tried to enter your lungs through your pitiful sobs.

You tried your best to not cry too loud by covering your mouth and folding yourself into a fetal position on the bed.

The boys really hated you. They all think you were just playing with them and that you left to pursue something more. You considered Yeosang's and Seonghwa's words, how you didn't even try to communicate with them. For whatever reason you had, you just HAD to make a choice alone. A choice that affected nine people.

Maybe it was best to really leave them.

They deserved someone better than you, someone, who would be able to be there with them and be honest and open. Someone who wouldn't just bring shit to them. That someone could've been you, but maybe you hurt them too much to the point that it was all too late.

So you grab your phone from the nightstand after sitting up to dial a number.

The call connected and the person at the other line picked up almost immediately.

"Hello? Yeah, it's me. I-I know it's late and I-I h-have no right to bother you again after everything, but do you think you can help me?"

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5 times you called him by a pet name + one time he called you by a pet name

(Diluc + Zhongli x GN!Reader)

Diluc

1. "Oh, hey hon." You greet mildly.

The candles have begun burning a bit low, the long shadows making his pout even more obvious.

"I apologize, I was held up for longer than anticipated."

He produces a small bouquet from his coat, a cluster of wildflowers, and approaches like he's about to give an offering instead of a gift. He kneels by your chair, face stoic as usual, but you can see the worry and shame in his eyes.

You twirl the stems to absorb their delicate scent, and then carefully drop them in your water glass. You cup his face in your hands, and press a kiss to his brow.

"It's okay." You kiss his brow again, "I am not mad." You kiss his nose. "I am hungry though."

You laugh lightly at his rush to sit across from you. An evening eating cold roast was worth being able to spend it with him.

-

2. "I understand your frustration, but perhaps we had best move on." You place a hand on his crossed arms.

"Their behavior was unacceptable, especially for those who would call themselves knights."

The stubborn clench of his jaw tells you just how angry he is. The idiots were lucky to have only gotten the verbal bludgeoning earlier instead of the literal one he wanted to dish out.

"Yes, but you've already made them apologize, and they do seem repentant," the fool knights in training nod frantically, "so why not leave this mess for Kaeya, darling?"

He sighs, but loosens his posture to wrap a protective arm around you. The hell the Knights were going to catch for this was still to come, but at least no one lost any limbs. Yet.

-

3. Tucked into your pile of pillows, book in hand, you waited as you do most nights. Diluc had a late meeting scheduled after dinner, but he promised it was truly to do with the winery and not of the vigilante variety.

So you bide your time, until you hear his heavy boots come up the stairs.

"I'm home." He calls softly.

"Welcome back." You say just as softly.

He goes through the motions of undressing, refreshing himself, and redressing without missing a beat, but his posture seems wilted. You mark your page, and turn over the blanket for him.

"How did it go?"

He heaves a deep sigh, and crawls over to you. Pulling you close, he lays his head on your chest but doesn't say another word.

"Oh, sweetness." You embrace him, one hand holding his face and the other in his hair. "It's okay. I've got you."

-

4. You lengthen your steps, but the increased pace doesn't seem to deter the boy following you. He isn't dangerous per se, but his persistence is damned annoying.

"But, if you'll just listen," he jogs back up to your side, "I just need your help for a little while!"

"I am neither a Knight nor an Adventurer," you cut him off with a sharp wave of your hand, "And you have nothing I want. Now leave me be."

He sputters, "M-master Diluc said-"

As if he's had his tongue plucked out, he suddenly stops talking.

You turn around only to find Diluc himself, a stifling hand on the kid's shoulder. His face is a stoic mask as always, but his energy is thunderous.

"I agreed to help you out of deference to your mother, but you," You see the boy wince as the hand tightens, "failed to listen to a word I said. Harassing my staff and my partner has only earned you banishment from all of my properties. Now go, before I report you to the Knights as well."

You both stand stock still as the boy sprints from the winery back to Mondstadt proper.

"Your going to report him anyways, right?" You mumble, after he is just a speck on the horizon.

"Of course," He finally relaxes his stance to look at you, "Though I doubt Jean will be happy about it."

Your chuckle, already imagining her face when the letter reaches her desk. Heaving a sigh, just grateful for the problem to have moved on, you grab Diluc's hand.

"Thank you," You pull him into a tight hug, "for protecting me as always, angel."

-

5. You gently rap on the door frame to his office. He looks up from his work just long enough to give you a soft smile.

"I was wondering," You lean against the frame, avoiding actually entering lest you get sucked in as well, "If my dear husband was going to come to bed tonight?"

The bright lamp on his desk means you see his blush even from across the room. He huffs an embarrassed laugh, but starts shuffling paperwork into orderly piles.

"I hadn't realized the time, my apologies."

You hum, "It is understandable. But I cannot rest if you are not in bed with me."

You watch as he tucks away his tools, pulls his gloves off, and undoes the tie in his hair, all with a much to pleased smirk on his face.

He pulls you into a delicate, lingering kiss with a hand on your neck. The warmth of his skin makes you shiver. You lean into him, letting him wrap you in his arms.

He chuckles, "Well, I would hate to neglect my husbandly duties."

+

1. The lingering warmth from your bath and the softness of the sheets has you dozing in minutes. You toss a hand onto Diluc's side of the bed, wanting to be present when he comes to bed as well but the ache of a long day is catching up to you.

After several moments you feel a calloused hand grasp your own. You are too tired to properly see, but feel the dip as he climbs into bed.

Still holding your hand in a delicate grip, he presses a kiss to your palm, and then your cheek.

"Sleep, my love, I am here."

Zhongli

1. Zhongli re-enters the house not even ten minutes after leaving. He is patting down his jacket and looking about the entryway in wonder, and you can't help but chuckle.

"Forget something?"

"Yes," he plants his hands on his hips, "I can't seem to find my wallet. I could have sworn I remembered it this time."

You get up from where you were leisurely awaiting his return, and snag the 'disappearing' wallet from where he left it on the table.

"Not quite, old man." You wave it, teasing.

"Ah, of course."

Tucking it into the pocket of his jacket, you tug him closer to plant a kiss on his flushed cheek.

"My apologies, it seems I was a bit distracted this morning."

He tucks a piece of hair away from your face, gaze so blatantly loving you can't help but crash your lips against his. Damn whatever appointment he may have, he shouldn't be so handsome in your direction.

-

2. It is not every day you wake up before him, so you try to make the most of it. You prepare his clothes for the day, just so you can pick out your favorite of his shirts. You start a light breakfast, and brew an energizing blend of tea for both of your sake.

You spend some time simply waiting at the table, content to sip your tea and watch the morning birds.

When the soft shuffle of feet brings Zhongli into the kitchen, you stand up. He is mostly dressed, minus his tie and shoes, jacket loose around his shoulders.

You steer him to the table, and press a kiss to his cheek when seated.

He hums contentedly, still a bit sleepy, "Good morning."

You pour him a cup of tea as well, and his smile grows a bit wider. He tilts his head up, "Thank you."

You meet him half way, pressing a firm kiss to his mouth, "Of course dearest. Do you have anything pressing today?"

A hand comes to rest on your hip, preventing you from moving back to your seat.

"No, nothing more important than this."

-

3. Squished between the mattress and the press of his body, you couldn't imagine being more content. The warmth, the scent, the feel of his breath ghosting across your skin.

You run a reverent hand through his hair, spread loose over his back. It seems impossible for you to be this happy, like you would only read about in unrealistic fantasies.

Amber eyes are already watching you, when you open yours. His gaze is soft, unbearably so, so you look at the ceiling.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He answers it so easily, as if it is among the many universal truths that exist in his head.

"You must understand," You wet your nervous mouth, "I mean it. Truly, I love you."

You feel his head tilt in confusion, but power on, emotions spilling.

"You are my starlight. My life would be unimaginably dark without you. I am scared constantly by the sway you have over me, but I cannot stand the idea of living without you. I want be here with you, forever, no matter the cost."

You squeeze your eyes shut against the flood of tears that threaten to spill, waiting for his polite retreat. His body lifts off yours and you pull a shuddering breath in, unused to laying yourself bare in this way. He could end you now, destroy you by just walking away.

But you feel tremoring hands grasp your face, almost too tightly. He doesn't say a word, can't, but presses his forehead to yours.

-

4. "Zhongli?" You call into the empty hum of the parlor, hoping it will carry to his office. It's not far, but he gets absorbed in his work easily.

You lean out the door a bit, and try to project your voice more, "Hey, honey?"

The door to his office clicks open, and his head pokes out. "Do you need assistance?"

"Yes, please," you adjust the pile of books in your arms, "Would you mind grabbing this other pile? A client requested reference material from just about every era, and I don't think I have the wing span to carry all of it."

He presses a quick kiss to your head, and scoops up the remaining books with no problem.

"Of course, would you like me to relieve you of those as well?"

"Not a chance, show off, you're gonna have to deal with the doors."

As if to prove your point, he balances the stack in one hand to hold the front door open for you, smile only slightly smug.

-

5. Given how busy your lives were, and his propensity for letting time fly, you figured he would forget again. It would not be the first anniversary he forgot, and you imagine it wouldn't be the last.

It's not like you could hold it against him, especially not when he was so earnest and loving all year round.

So your surprise was genuine when he led you, dressed in his best, to a private booth at Liuli Pavilion.

The food was made by the head chef, as a show of gratitude for Zhongli's long patronage (you send a quiet thank you to Childe), and the service superb. The evening is relatively quiet, you converse as normal but with the additional soppiness that comes from acknowledging romance.

You are especially glad for the privacy when you cannot help but practically ravish the man over the table, his face being too handsome to bear just looking at.

Shortly after, he looks at you with burning eyes, and finally says, "I am quite full. Perhaps we should head home."

"That sounds perfect."

You continue to stare, sappy and sated, as he blindly pats at his pockets, equally unwilling to look away.

After several moments, it dawns on you, and then immediately on him.

You can't help it. You laugh. Hysterically, because no matter what Zhongli is Zhongli.

He's standing now, flustered like you've never seen, pacing the room as if his wallet would be anywhere but the table at home.

"This was not my intent." He huffs, "I had planned the evening meticulously."

"And it was lovely," You choke back another laugh, "But, sugar, you are not living this down for the rest of our lives!"

You are laughing as you pull out your own wallet, giggling uncontrollably as you hand over all the money on your person, and can barely walk you're so light headed when he leads you out the door.

He doesn't once let you go, from the pavilion's steps to your front door. Indulgent to the end, your man.

+

1. It is always a pleasant surprise when your errands overlap. Working nearly in conjunction makes it happen quite often, but still, it makes your day brighter.

You have just finishing bartering your lunch into existence when you spot Zhongli headed your way. Quickly, you slip the chef a few more mora to add another dish.

He is at your side in an instant, bringing your hand to his lips in that coquettish way he has.

"There you are," he lowers your hand but does not drop it, "I've been looking for you, treasure."

You twine your fingers together, relishing the warmth. You snug up to his side, taking the liberty of placing his hand on your hip just to see him blush.

"Have you now?"

"Always."