#i imagine them to be quite pretty

[cloud-somersault]

Wanted to dive into the reasoning behind choosing blue orchids as the flower/plant to symbolize mortality and vulnerability versus immortal peaches.

At first, I thought the plant should be a vegetable, kind of like the "opposite" to fruit. I also thought of having another fruit as a possible choice, but I remembered peach trees and peach blossoms and that beauty that comes associated with it. So, I thought to make the plant something undesirable like a withering plant or a root.

Unfortunately, I remembered in JTTW about the immortal ginseng root. So! Had to pick something else. Roots were taken, fruit was off the table...then I did some research into the common types of flowers seen in paintings in Chinese culture. I thought it'd be cool to have the plant be one of those!

There are two sets that I drew inspiration from. The Flowers of the Four Seasons and The Four Gentlemen.

The Four Gentlemen are bamboo, plum blossoms, chrysanthemums, and orchids. The Flowers of the Four Seasons are orchid, lotus, chrysanthemums, and plum blossom. There's also the Three Friends of Winter which are pine, bamboo, and plum.

Now, orchids are pretty, first off, but I loved how unassuming they look. You wouldn't think they'd be capable of something terrible. Orchids are also associated with Spring! A time of blooming and regrowth. So, you'd think "oh the orchids won't hurt me :3" but you're WRONG!

I wanted there to be a kind of "tie" to the peaches and orchids, and I think them both being popular and also just being associated with their time of blooming. I think the season for peaches starts in the spring and continues on into the summer. But mostly, I wanted that tie to MK, because of course I did.

I also think it's NEAT that the orchids are these deadly things that sap invincibility and immortality but are perfectly in bloom. The death magic turning them blue makes them look like winter flowers. Also, in Constellations, since the Ten Kings have personalities, there is a king that is particular about how the Realm of Death looks. He had much to say about the orchids, because he wanted the flower of death to be pretty.

But, getting back on track, it's also like...color association. Peaches are red/orange/yellow/gold and the blue orchids are just...blue and black...scary looking but there's a measure of beauty in them. This flower...it has death magic in it, yeah. But there's wood magic, too. Like it was grown and then infused with the death magic.

Now as for what the blue orchids do - they basically turn immortals mortal. They drain invincibility and immortality. That is how Macaque was turned mortal during his punishment, if you remember.

When Macaque was first dragged to Hell for his punishment, he got a look around the Black Spiral Palace. And he saw the flowerbeds for the blue orchids. That's how he knows where they are being kept in the epilogue.

The orchids can drain just by being near the immortal. Macaque, during his punishment, was laid upon a bed of blue orchids in that isolated room he couldn't escape from. Just that point of contact was enough to drain his immortality/invincibility.

And, the orchids being orchids, there's some versatility in how they could drain an immortal! There's by contact, yeah, but...orchids can be used in medicines and teas, too.

Maybe keep that last part in mind. 😉

[sysig]

Rainbows (Patreon)

[gingermintpepper]

So, one of the most interesting things that's come from my recent exercises in writing the Olympians as young deities is all of the very fun and somewhat painful conversations that come from the young deities acquiring and consequently settling into their domains.

Apollo and Artemis especially have been really fascinating under the microscope. They start off identically, with extremely similar interests and similar domains over the hunt and wilderness. They spend their days under the stars and foraging for fruit and dancing and singing in the fields, two rustic god-children exploring and learning together. Then Apollo goes off on his own to slay Python.

Now, a lot of things change when Apollo kills Python. That is the act which transforms the bow from a tool of survival and sport to an instrument of murder, bloodshed and ultimately war. It is Apollo's first act of wrath which separates him from Artemis - both spiritually because she has not yet shed blood herself as a goddess and physically because it leads to his exile. Most importantly however, the slaying of Python is the act that grants Apollo his knowledge.

If violence is what first separates Apollo from Artemis then it is knowledge which keeps them apart.

This can refer to a lot of things; that Artemis continued to be at home with the wild beasts of the forests and mountains while Apollo grew to prefer the domesticated sheep and cattle, that Artemis continued to avoid mortals while Apollo grew to know their ways and endeavoured to teach them more. The point that has been the most interesting to me however has been Artemis, who remains free of slaughter, and thus remains pure and Apollo, who becomes acutely and entirely too aware of it, and thus must be constantly purified.

Apollo's infatuation with medicine specifically is the place where this becomes most apparent. When he leaves for his exile to travel as a mortal, without nectar or ambrosia, without power, Apollo is without the privileges of the divine for the very first time. He sweats, he smells, he grows weary when he travels, he grows hungry and thirsty. He experiences fatigue and nausea, the fever of sickness, the chill of infection, the delirium of poison. The blood Apollo shed does not only make him impure spiritually, it strips him of the purity of his birth and station. Likewise, medicine is not a divine practice. What use do the unkillable immortals have for something as finicky as medicine when they have nectar and ambrosia? Apollo however, knows of the pains of the flesh and the suffering of the mortal coil. He pursues medicine in all its horrors and difficulties because of the knowledge he gained with blood.

Artemis then, cannot understand the medical Apollo. When her brother returns possessed by this spectre of ill-gained knowledge, she does not recognise him. Who is this boy who scores the deer and studies the shape of their intestines before he cooks them? What good is there in rescuing a chick with a broken wing? The Apollo-of-the-Wild in her memories would have done the correct thing and left the thing for dead - let the forest take what is its due. Who is this Apollo whose hands are always stained to the wrist in the blood and gore of the living? What is his fascination with the mechanics of mortal bodies? Artemis does not know and Apollo does not tell her.

That has, by far, been my favourite effect of the whole Python watershed moment to explore recently.

[allfortzu]

it's so sweet (you make me dizzy)

-- jihyo / tzuyu. 2.19k, smut ; first times // MEN DNI.

when has jihyo ever turned tzuyu down?

tzuyu has never been one to ask for help — she’s too shy, too quiet, and she doesn’t know how. 

especially not for something so sinful. 

yet here she is, in the living room with jihyo, watching the most filthy scene she’s ever seen playing on tv and very much failing to contain her imaginations.

jihyo seems less affected, face blank and unphased, and tzuyu wonders if she’s ever done anything like that with anyone before. 

the thought of it rouses images of jihyo she’s always tried not to entertain, and a fervid heat rises to her cheeks uncontrollably. 

“you okay?” jihyo asks, tone light, as if watching a scene like that together was second nature to her. 

tzuyu keeps her eyes on anything but the screen — the ground, the table, jihyo staring at her with those pretty eyes that she’s never really looked at properly before — 

curiosity gets the best of her. 

“can i… ask you something?”

“anything you need, tzuyu. you don’t have to ask me if you can ask me something,” jihyo laughs. 

tzuyu can tell jihyo's trying to play it cool, throwing an arm over the couch in some show of indifference.

she would feel guilty for making the atmosphere more tense than it already is, but the question gnawing at the back of her mind is unbearable. 

“have you…” she hesitates, trying to find the right words without sounding too vulgar. “have you done…that before?”

jihyo looks at her, bemused. 

tzuyu glances at the tv, the scene still ongoing, and glances back. 

“oh,” jihyo breathes, letting out a soft chuckle at tzuyu’s word choice. “yeah, of course. why?”

a beat passes. 

there’s an unexplainably sour taste in tzuyu's mouth at jihyo’s casual admission, and it’s a combination of jealousy and envy all at once when tzuyu murmurs under her breath. 

“teach me?”

another beat. 

“what?” 

tzuyu keeps her eyes straight forward. the tv has turned off from inactivity, but neither of them move.

“sorry, it was nothing,” she says. 

maybe jihyo didn’t hear her, and they can just pretend this never happened. 

the silence is palpable. 

tzuyu reaches for the remote, if only to find something to do. 

but jihyo speaks again. 

“no way you haven't had sex before." 

it makes tzuyu wince a little when it's said so explicitly, but she's more overcome with relief than anything. "it's just never crossed my mind." 

jihyo tilts her head slightly, capturing the corner of tzuyu's eyes with her gaze.

"it's crossing your mind now?" 

"lots of things crossing my mind now." 

"like me?" jihyo perks.

"if you don't wanna help, at least don't tease me about it, unnie," tzuyu huffs. "you scared me." 

a laugh escapes jihyo, full and loud, the type where she grins and makes a sound and everything.

tzuyu suppresses the urge to turn around, intent on keeping up her facade, but jihyo makes it harder than it has to be. 

then, she feels a push on her shoulder, gentle but insistent. 

"lie down."

"huh?" 

"lie down, tzu," jihyo repeats. 

tzuyu turns then, eyes meeting jihyo's for the first time that day. 

"you wanted me to teach you, right?"

neither of them look away. 

"i'll teach you now." 

another gentle push and tzuyu falls back on the couch. she holds herself up with her elbows, but they go almost completely weak when jihyo climbs over languidly, straddling her torso with a smirk.

a breath catches in her throat, a knot in her stomach where jihyo sits. 

"is this okay?" jihyo asks. 

more than okay, tzuyu wants to say, but the words get stuck. she's never seen jihyo from this point of view before – hair curtaining her face as she looks down under lidded eyes, a hand on tzuyu's chest to keep her in place. jihyo looks like she knows what she's doing, and it simultaneously calms and speeds up tzuyu's heartbeat. there's blood rushing wildly to her ears, a subdued heat in her cheeks rising from jihyo's intense gaze, but she manages a meek nod. 

jihyo stays cautious of the racing pulse under her fingers, careful not to make too many sudden movements. "don't worry, we'll go as slow as you need," she reassures. "what do you usually like?"

"i don't know," tzuyu admits. "i've never done this before." 

she feels a little insecure about it, like she should know what she likes, or at least know what she doesn't. she's an adult, and jihyo isn't that much older than her. there's a strange sense of inferiority because of that inexperience, one she knows is unnecessary but she feels anyway. 

"that's okay," jihyo smiles, tucking tzuyu's hair behind her ear. "we'll try everything you're comfortable with and see how you like them. just tap me on the shoulder and we'll stop, okay?"

her voice is warm, full of affection – and it's like magic, the way tzuyu forgets her nerves instantly.

"i'm gonna kiss you now, tzu," jihyo says, leaning down slowly. it's suddenly quiet, her peripheral vision blocked by nothing but jihyo's hair around them, and the atmosphere of the room shifts.

tzuyu doesn't know if she says anything in response, but she doesn't start breathing until she absolutely has to. jihyo hovers before committing fully, breath hot against tzuyu's lips but still treading carefully. she watches for any reaction, any sign that tzuyu might not be as sure about this as she was before, any sign that it could've just been a slip of the tongue. 

but tzuyu tilts her own chin upwards instead, pressing her lips to jihyo's. the knots in jihyo's joints unravel, and she reciprocates gladly. 

tzuyu's too short circuited to move, sparks bursting in her chest and spreading all over her skin. a delicious warmth crawls from the nape of her neck and down her spine, setting out a low groan from the base of her throat. jihyo tilts her head for a more comfortable position, deepening the kiss ever so slightly, nipping lightly to test the waters. tzuyu sighs softly, raising her head for more. she clutches at jihyo's shirt when a tongue prods gently at her bottom lip, and she doesn't know what else to do but to open her mouth and let jihyo do as she pleases. 

it's unfamiliar for a moment, until they finally find a pace, jihyo letting her take her time with it all.

they stay like this for a while, but then jihyo pulls back suddenly, reopening the gap between them. tzuyu's eyes flutter open drowsily, confused. 

jihyo finds her gaze amidst it, asking, "how was that?" 

"good," tzuyu mumbles, still partially dazed from that kiss, the feeling of jihyo's tongue lingering. her eyes flicker down, quickly distracted by jihyo's parted lips. "i liked it when you used your tongue." 

jihyo chuckles at the insinuation, a puff of air released from between teeth. "mhm, i think you'll like it somewhere else more." she slides down tzuyu's body, settling in between tzuyu's spreaded legs comfortably. 

tzuyu doesn't really catch it, but jihyo's teasing tone sounds promising enough for her to gulp nervously. 

"but i'll save that for last," jihyo tacks on, winking cheekily for good measure. tzuyu gets all stupidly giddy for some reason. 

"for now, though," jihyo continues, fingers resting casually at the waistband of tzuyu's shorts. she tugs lightly, "do you wanna keep these on or off?" 

"off, please" tzuyu croaks, heat pooling at her belly steadily. 

jihyo lets out a pleased sound, then taps at tzuyu's sides. "lift your hips up for me?" 

tzuyu does as she's asked, and jihyo hooks her fingers over the band until she's able to pull the shorts completely off. there's an instinctual need to press her thighs together, especially once the chilliness of the air hits her core, but jihyo pries her knees apart.

"it's just me," she reassures, rubbing slow circles on tzuyu's thigh. "don't worry. do you still want to do this?" 

"t–talk me through it," tzuyu says, voice high and quiet. 

"i will," jihyo says, pressing a chaste kiss to her skin. it's gentle and sweet, and wholly unexpected. as requested, jihyo talks her through it, "i'm gonna touch you now, tzu."

tzuyu eyes fall close, but she nods her permission. 

her panties are pushed to the side, core fully exposed now, and tzuyu squirms at the coldness.

jihyo doesn't seem to mind though, sucking in a breath before she whispers, "you're so pretty like this, tzu." 

she dips a finger between tzuyu's folds, and the sensation that comes with is chest tightening and mind numbing all at once, tzuyu's back pulled taut and hips rising instinctively.

"ah–" she gapes, unintentionally crying out for a second before biting down on her wrist quickly.

looking down, jihyo's running a languid finger through her slit, gathering the wetness until her hand is covered in slick and squelching lewdly at each contact.

"have you fingered yourself before?" jihyo asks, still working tzuyu up but honestly, she's already more than ready to take jihyo. 

tzuyu shakes her head, still intent on muffling herself. 

jihyo chuckles . "that's okay, i'll show you now."

tzuyu's barely given a second to react before jihyo's prodding a careful finger into her cunt, slipping into her hole slowly, and tzuyu suddenly feels her everywhere.

this time, she whimpers so loud that her attempts at muffling it go futile, the sound escaping from her throat shamelessly.

"unnie!" tzuyu cries, abs clenching and toes curling into the couch, head thrown back.

jihyo bites on her bottom lip, and tzuyu can tell she's trying her best not to get too carried away for her sake.

"tell me if it hurts," jihyo says, making sure to watch out for any signs of discomfort. it's tzuyu's first time, after all, and she wants it to be perfect. 

"it's– good," tzuyu manages, albeit in stutters, despite her eyes being closed tight and desperately grasping for jihyo.

jihyo notices, so she leans forward, letting tzuyu curl her arms around her neck and pull her in for a messy kiss.

tzuyu groans into it when jihyo starts moving her finger, pressing the pad of it into a spot that makes tzuyu go mad. soon, she's too preoccupied to even kiss jihyo properly, mouth agape in silent moans and face buried into the juncture between jihyo's shoulder and nape. 

if it was anyone else, jihyo would find it in her to tease and edge ruthlessly, but with tzuyu's breathy gasps and weak clutches at her shirt, all jihyo can think about is how pretty tzuyu would look coming all over her, how hot she would sound. 

it sets a newfound eagerness in jihyo, one that grows into pure, genuine endearment for the girl below her, and a simple wish for her to fully enjoy this. she brings a thumb to tzuyu's clit, flicking playfully before rubbing at it, along with gentle thrusts up to her knuckles, praising tzuyu through the motions.

"you're doing great, tzuyu, so good," jihyo muses, peppering kisses across tzuyu's temple as she rolls her thumb unhurriedly, just to drag the pleasure out. "just like that."

tzuyu has half a mind to respond, too caught up in jihyo's ministrations, and it overwhelms every single one of her senses. she pulls jihyo all the more closer when a heat starts building in her tummy, and somehow jihyo knows too, slowly increasing her pace and helping tzuyu chase that budding heat. 

"i"ve got you," jihyo whispers, holding her tight, and tzuyu has never felt safer anywhere else.

her back arches as she digs her heels in, head pressed against jihyo's shoulder as she whimpers softly into jihyo's neck. it comes in gradual waves, rolling off her body pleasantly, a comfortable warmth spreading all throughout. jihyo prods every bit out of her tenderly, cooing all while tzuyu tries her best to ground herself.

once tzuyu comes down from her high, jihyo pulls her finger out gently, careful not to stimulate her oversensitive core. tzuyu's arms hang weakly over jihyo's shoulders, twitching slightly at the movement but smiling dreamily when jihyo looks up again. 

jihyo's lips tug up at the scene, finding tzuyu's afterglow terribly cute. "was that good?" 

tzuyu hums, still in a daze. "mhm, yeah."

she tilts her chin up to plant another kiss on jihyo's lips, giggling. 

"you're a lot more touchy after sex, huh?" jihyo teases. "maybe you should come to unnie for help more." 

she gets more giggles in return, tzuyu's mind completely out of it. "what was it you said about your tongue before?"

  jihyo laughs. "still curious?" 

without warning, tzuyu grins and flips jihyo over, putting herself on top with her tongue between her teeth, and jihyo's breath is knocked out of her lungs. the sight of tzuyu above her, forehead sticky with sweat and panting lightly, eyes dark and lidded with a gaze that wasn't there before — jihyo almost mewls.

"pretty please?" tzuyu asks sweetly, though her voice drips with sin. 

she doesn't even have to ask, really — jihyo's never been one to turn tzuyu down. 

especially not for something that feels this good.

oh... i don't know about this one yall... normally im bad at smut but this one was extra bad i fear 😭 definitely don't think i did jitzu justice at all, but nonetheless they're one of my favourite dynamics and i love writing for them!! it's a learning process, that's how i'm justifying this one 😴 and happy zyo's zone announcement!!

thank you for reading! interactions appreciated <3

MEN DNI.

[momentomori24]

no hate, just curious

so do you believe shadow and maria are meant to be romantic or have a strictly sibling-type of a relationship

I mean, is "neither" an option? Cuz I don't think their relationship is strictly either of those things.

To me at least, Maria was the most important person in his life. The one person who truly and purely saw him as something more than just an experiment or a weapon-- an actual individual. She's the person he loved the most and someone he dedicated his life to, and her love for him trascended death. I wouldn't necessarily call whatever they had romantic, but there's an edge to it I wouldn't call purely platonic either. Their relationship is fluid and doesn't neatly fit into only one box of "best friends" or "siblings" or "lovers". They were important to and cared for and loved each other, without there needing to be a label slapped on the nature of their affection. Hope that answers your question, dude.

[shy-sapphic-ace]

Guys should I write a Dracula musical. Should I???

[fighting-these-demons]

Divorce Saga Domon - A Haunted Honk Prequel

Hello Internet Stranger looking up G Gundam on Tumblr dot com!

This is an idea for a fic set in an Alternate Universe involving Queer Non-Canon Relationships between the characters of the series.

If you are not looking for this content please scroll on.

If you ARE looking for this content - and you're ok with reading my and other's Headcanons for this Alternate Universe I've haphazardly spun up -

Then go ahead and feel free to:

Check The Tags Of This Post For The Pairings

and click the Read More below!

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Ended up outlining a completely different fic as a Segway for an explanation instead of making progress on the Royal Flush Haunted Honk AU's Clown Motel Fic like I wanted to but uh....

For y'all's review for the AU: A Prequel Outline - Divorce Saga Domon

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Hey real quick - I'm thinking of maybe changing the timeline to 2 years post canon as opposed to 3 years and change post canon.

The reason being: I had a thought that this scene could either be part if the fic or if it's getting to big then it could be a stand alone tie-in prequel fic as part of this AU but - like

Immediately Post Divorce Domon Needs Space and runs off. As one does. And he runs to Earth because he just wants to Get Lost for a while.

He has Argo smuggle him out to avoid detection.

Argo has Andrew help stow Domon in a storage hanger of a Neo Canadian supply ship that's returning to the US - they have trade often enough and share agricultural resources - which leads to Domon ending up in New York when he hits Earthside pavement.

He's privately worked on his English the last couple of months and after being dropped in New York with a different hairstyle, outfit, and accent he's unrecognizable. 

He considers making his way west to get some solitude in the wilderness, but something about that initial plan feels off now that he's on the ground.

Chibodee is also Earthside for a special series of prize fights aimed at raising charitable appeal for the US in the eyes of Neo Americans.

Domon decides to hit up Chibodee for a fight on a day between matches hoping it'll clear his head and give him the clarity to decide on a course of action. What ends up happening is an unexpected heart to heart via blows and a breakdown.

Domon is happy for Rain and Kyoji, and he knows it's not true; but he feels like he lost a piece of himself when his relationship with Rain fell apart.

Domon's instinct is to run after that but Chibodee knows this city and Domon doesn't hide out for long before Chibodee drags him back to his place to stay and just "Chill out and breathe. You don't have to be anyone but yourself here. You can take as long as you need to find out what everything changing means for you." Friends and teammates stick together.

So Domon spends a few weeks with Chibodee sparring and hanging out in New York. Chibodee does a frankly awesome job at containing his feelings because he's focusing on Domons feelings and being a good friend first and foremost. Whatever he's feeling can wait until after Domon is done going though it.

There's a bit of a twinge in Domon's heart as he leaves that he can't really place.

After he returns to Neo Japan and gets settled back into life with his family, The Dreams start.

They're mainly set in New York. Small things first like noticing Chibodee's smile and his eyes. Then sparring sessions that begin to turn lurid.

He thought these kinds of dreams would stop after he was married.... he doesn't know what to do about this.

I just figure it gives more clarity and sense of time for the journey from Comphet Marriage Dissolution to Feelings to Confession. Idk.

But I got stuck on a bit and then had this thought and needed to get it down before I lost it and it was so long it made sense to make it its own post as opposed to several replies.

The Maize and Clown Motel will probably still be 3 years and change post canon for clarification.

@thedragonchilde @amplexadversary @youreaclownnow

[caliburn-not-calculator]

That awkward moment when you’re so lonely that you occultly bind you only friend to you via mutual blood drinking ritual

Any way vampire dark fluff au form discord

Dw everything is fine…

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

ayy finally someone else who also thinks Gordon got mistreated at black mesa. Like, he's a 27 yr old with a PhD in theoretical physics. u essentially have to be a one-in-a-million genius to do that.

And they put this guy on lab tech duty?? the fuck? Something's fucky about this company I tell ya.

EXACTLYYYY

Also just the fact he was so much younger than the other scientists like. I feel like other people were almost jealous that he got in so much earlier than they did, or felt like Black Mesa was "just hiring anybody" at that point. felt he didn't deserve to be there.

Pretty much the only scientists (that gordon hung around) that didn't act that way towards him were Eli and Kleiner. Barney and Gordon actually bonded over both of them feeling like they're looked at weirdly by other employees, though I will say Barney and the other guards get the brunt of the disrespect, along with Maintenance workers. (LITERAL blue collar workers in the security team's case)

[fatuismooches]

whats up pookie bear

I KNOW KNOWWWW I JUST SENT IN LIKE. SO MUCH FUCKING ASKS and im guilty im sorry feel free to ignore for a while them if you're getting annoyed 👍. but anways it's time for me to be annoying for the last time because i will hide away in shame 😭😭😭😭

i dont think people talk enough how dottore being in love, or his thoughs when he's in love or whatever.

LIKE YEAH, they've talked about it. but i wanna really just. IDK... more like, how i view it LMAOOO 💀💀

i just like to think that, there's just instances where he's so fucking in love with you, and that oh, he really needs you in his life and if you leave him it'd be like a shot through the heart. like he'd never be whole again, you know?

HEAR ME OUT,,😭😭

deep in his heart, he hopes you're not afraid of him, you know? that you're not like the rest of them—whispering behind his back, giving him fearful looks when he hasn't done anything. he's do grateful that you see him as a friend, not some fucking freak like everyone makes him to be. but monsters get treated like one, so when his village started grabbing pitchforks n torches, telling him to leave and go away,,, his eyes immediately looked for you amongst the crowd,,,, to see if you were one of them,, afraid of something they didn't understand,, something they didn't care to understand,,, n it was probably the first time he has ever truly felt fear, his heart pounding as he tries to dodge the fire being thrown at him, heat licking his skin,,, but then he sees you, looking around frantically with a bag on your shoulder,, and when you see him, you grabbed his hand and ran away together,, running and running as far as you could,,,

n honestly, all zandik could think about is how your hand fits so perfectly in his... intertwined,, feeling the texture of your hand as you ran together into the unknown...

thinking about how domestic you two were back at the akademiya n how living alone with you was so much better. he felt soo light on his feet when you're around, like youre constantly bringing him up to the clouds... he's so used to people giving him dirty looks, but you?? oh gods you just look at him so kindly, like he hasn't done things that the akademiya deems immoral and forbidden. as if he hasn't shown you his ideas that would be vile and inhumane to others,, u smile, n you laugh, and suddenly he finds himself thinking about how much you brighten your shared dorm room when you smile,, and how much he has grown to adore it,, he wanna hold your face to feel how your muscles flex and contracts whenever you smile and talk to him. he wants to count your teeth and feel them on his fingertips,, and it may be odd to others, but oh this.. this just means he's super into you. like he wants to study the entirety of your being,,. n its all because he's so curious and interested,, he wanna know more about you,,,he'd have xrays of you, memorizing your bone structure and how they all look individually n thinks its romantic when he digs his fingers onto your skin n tell you what bone he's feeling.

he compares it to when you cook for him 😭💗 like how you know all his favorites, and how he wants his food to be cooked, what temperature, texture and flavor,, like baby no, its not. but hey, its zandik and he's really trying hard to be romantic in his own way.

he thinks you're so pretty when you speak up for yourself, unlike him, who'd rather stay silent because he needed to keep a low profile after his offenses to the akademiya. you're not scared of getting your hands dirty, especially for zandik. you didn't fight a senior without a good reason (they were calling zandik a freak). and he loves how the dark crimson of the senior's blood smeared all over your reddening, and bruising knuckles looked. n as much as he loves seeing you smile, he loves the way your brows furrow in anger, eyes sharp as you punch your senior in his face,, and he feels goosebumps forming on his forearms when you grab on his collar and yell profanities at hi,,, n then when you look at zandik to check if he's okay, he's zoned out, but he's staring at you with flushed cheeks and heart in his eyes,, n he thinks ur sooo cute when you get flustered because of it, laughing sheepishly and rubbing the back of your neck. u get suspended for a few days n zandik was absent until you were able to go back to classes.

or when you go for expeditions w/o him cuz youre in diff darshans,, it feels so empty w/o you, and he can't imagine a life w/o you at that point. he gets so unmotivated and he's suddenly he's counting the ways, hours, minutes, and seconds until you're back>.. n when you extend for a week longer??? oh he's wallowing in pain and misery cuz ur not there to yell at him for not having a proper sleep schedule, or to remind him to eat at least twice or once a day, or to tell him that he's your pretty bf and that you love him, or there to hold him, or listen to him rant about his research...,, w/o you his life feels like a constant itch he can't scratch for some reason and he HATTTESS how being in love with you makes him feel so stupid like. w/o you, no distractions,!! he can do his research without you nagging but,, he misses it sooo soo much!!,, (he never tells you he misses you, but it's so obvious by the way he clings onto you so tightly when you finally cuddle after weeks of separation or how he refuses for you to leave his side for more than a minute, or if you have another expedition to do ,,, he'd literally fight the people telling you to join or his professors lMAOOO

it feels nice to just, look onwards and know that you'll be right behind him,, because you'd always have his back,, and after years and years of being with him and teaching him how to love,, he's proud to say that he'd do the same with you!

literally has piles and piles of research papers thats either all about you (your vitals, his notes of his observations (which is literally just talking about you like a love sick girl would in her diary about her crush), and probably other notes to keep an eye on your health), or himself (why he feels this way, what is the effects, etc etc). and he can never get a clear answer really,, all he does is observe, and think,, because fuck, no matter how hard he tries, loving you has to be one of the things he will never figure out,, you he doesn't have to, you know? you always tell him that, but he's a scholar, he has to! so the files pile up higher and higher... he's so endearing like that idk about you 😭😭😭

so happy you're with him in the fatui. i dont think he could handle his descent to madness w/o you in his life 😭💗

okay so i just ended up rambling 😡nvm LMAOO 😭😭💔 anyways uhh my head started hurtnng so thats alll HAVE A GOOD DAY SMOOCHES,, finally fluff for you

Kai thought he could drop this absolute masterpiece and we wouldn't notice 💀 LITERALLY SHUSHH OH YM GOSH THIS IS SOOOO GOOD I WAS SMILING SO HARD LIKE AN IDIOT HRAHHHH DDBJWDND COME BACK RN YOU'RE NOT ANNOYING. Because omfg,,, you're literally being so real right now, we need to talk about how much Dottore is in love with you, sure he can frequently be a rude ass sometimes but don't let that fool you into thinking he's not down bad for you... i just know that he's literally completely and utterly obsessed with every part of you. IBDWUIDWUD FUCK YOU WORDED WHAT I THINK SO PERFECTLY. There's a reason why he's so possessive over you. Why even when you two get into arguments, even if they take long af to resolve because he's also hella stubborn, they're going to get fixed eventually. Among other things. It's because he really does need you there by his side and if he didn't have you he doesn't know what the hell he would do. (Or his segments. No work would be done.) HEARING YOU OUT LOUD AND CLEAR POOKIE.

Oh gosh yes, it hurts my heart to think child Zandik would have to think such depressing thoughts but mhm. He definitely does. He's only a child. He can't help but worry. Sure you're his friend, sure he repeats all the times you were nice and kind to him in his head, but sometimes it does little to reassure him of your intentions. Maybe you're just as scared of him like everyone else and this is just some elaborate game you're playing with him. Though Zandik knows it's not true, he knows you're sincere, but every now and then the idea pops up in the back of his mind and it takes ages to get it out again. But on that day when everything changed, when nothing would be the same ever again all those thoughts immediately bubbled back up to the surface and Zandik wondered if this would be the end of the two of you. If this would be the time when you finally showed your true colors. And despite the world being against him he found that you were still with him, without an ounce of hesitation present in you. Despite everything, he felt relief.

Oh my gosh i love writing and reading the crazy unethical completely undomestic doctor man as being domestic with you. As time goes on and further away from that event, he would feel significantly more relaxed. You two would fall into a sort of routine, attending classes and doing group projects, whining about professors and ending the day off with you falling asleep to Zandik's tinkering in the background, and of course the research expeditions you two do together. I also believe the word "home" doesn't have any meaning to him nor does he care for it for obvious reasons, he doesn't consider anywhere his "home" nor does he have an emotional connection to it, but... with you, he feels the most comfortable, which is something. But that's what home is anyway, isn't it? And though he'll never say or perhaps even realize it, you'll always be the first to accept that Zandik is your home, the two outcasts who were thrown out together who have nothing but each other.

REALLLL i love how we all just agree that a part of his love language is just like, inspecting and examining you. Zandik wants to know every inch of your body better than you know it yourself. Yea it's a bit strange when he brings up a beauty mark on your body that you didn't even know you had yourself or when he shows you pictures of your bones to show how healthy and strong you are or analyzes a strand of hair he probably plucked from you while you were sleeping but how else is he supposed to show his love!! He doesn't understand why you look so �� in the beginning! He adores you so much that he's going out of his way to give you the utmost most in-depth examination and memorize all of it easily! He doesn't even know this much about his own body. HELP Dottore making horrible analogies is so him... but it's okay because soon enough when you see how serious he's being about it you start to find it pretty cute and endearing... we love a bf who tries his best.

I can't im literally exploding from all of these points... they're canon fr he would so love when you don't take shit from anyone, I mean why would you anyway? You're so obviously better than them so you shouldn't take poor treatment from anyone (he wouldn't allow it either, even though he does keep a low profile he will find a way to get back at anyone who dares to hurt or talk badly about you.) And omg yes,, there is no doubt in my mind he would find it so hot when you injure others. He loves the way the look in your eye changes to as if you're looking at nothing else besides a piece of trash. Your figure looks so hypnotizing when you're standing over your victim,,, when you casually leave and apologize for wasting time like it's a normal regular day,, that sweet smile back on your face,, and I guess you actually helped him out a bit because people talk less about him now solely because of the chance they might get beat by you.

UGH YES Zandik would definitely think he'd be fine without you, he doesn't need you that much, he's perfectly capable of taking care of himself! In fact, he could probably get some more work done without you bothering him every five seconds. Well, he's dead wrong. Everything just seems to annoy Zandik without you. You cooked some food to keep him fed for a few days but once it's done it really sets in that now he has to make his own food which tastes like shit compared to yours. He's put into a group project but you're not his partner because you're out on the expedition. He's already accidentally broken a few mechanical parts because the room is far too quiet without your voice. He's getting less sleep because you're not there to force him under the cover. He's less productive and he has no one to rant or go off on tangents to so now he's bottling too much things inside. Everything is just so bad and suddenly he's calculating the various amounts of time until you come back which is making Zandik tear his hair out. How dare you do this to him. This is disgusting behavior. In no way should he be so needy for you! He's honestly pissed at both himself and you. He wonders if you feel the same way he does right now or if he's really just a complete idiot. Oh but of course, he refuses to let go for once when you get back, he is not doing that shit ever again nor are you.

And as much as he hates it, the scientist part of him just finds it interesting how much smoothly things run when you're around again. You and your influences need to be studied further. And oh does he study. The filled-to-the-brim notebooks and papers say it all. You think he's reciting the universe's history with how much he writes. You tell him that he doesn't need to understand, some things in life are things you just know, but no. Zandik simply can't accept such an ideology. He must know exactly every single detail. If he can find the answer to godhood he can find the answer for love. You don't think that day will ever come, but you have fun watching your lover pore so many hours into this task.

Overall, he is really your sweet bf (and soon husband tbh) ily for this Kai. <333

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Since the Neighborhood are adventurers, I'd like to imagine they travel by sea a fair amount of times too! A nice boat trip while occasionally breaking out into a sea shanty, eh? (And for gits and shiggles, to keep up with the whole.. Eddie in water joke, I imagine the poor guy is clumsy enough to go overboard. He may not be unconscious during it, but it wouldn't make it any less funny with the group desperately trying to pull him back aboard-)

OH OH OH allow to ramble at length about this!!! what an idea!!! i fucking love boats & the ocean & being on the water so this ask is checking all my boxes rn

first i imagine that the length of their trips varies wildly, along with the quality due to the glorious variation in weather & bodies of water. and i'm choosing to believe this universe uses tall ships instead of like... fantasy steam ships. because i fucking love tall ships. the sails, the rigging, the elegance... an absolute bitch to maintain and maneuver <3

i imagine that depending on the ship, captain, and size of the crew, the Neighborhood may be required to help out to earn their keep. especially since they're a crew of nine eight, and some ships are woefully understaffed!

I'd imagine that Poppy sometimes takes the cook's job if the crew is currently lacking one (or if the cook wants a fucking break, jeebus it's a demanding job. there's a reason ship cooks in moves/tv are always stern & serious). Barnaby can probably charm his way into doing nothing but provide music/entertainment (much to Sally's aggravation). everyone else are plain deckhands

of course i imagine that that doesn't always happen! plenty of ships are probably content to just take their coin and tranport them. some of them (Eddie, Poppy) may still wheedle their way into helping out though. they strike me as characters that can't Not help

who i imagine loves their little water journeys: Barnaby, Wally, Sally, Wormie

neutral: Frank, Julie

hates it: Poppy, Howdy, Eddie

allow me to provide reasoning!!

Barnaby's impeccable balance probably means that he's stable as a rock even in choppy waters, and i'm reasoning that he doesn't get seasick either. his vestibular system is as solid as his sea legs! he probably finds the whole experience relaxing as anything. He gets to just recline on the bowsprit's base or wherever he isn't in the way & smoke/play his accordion/nap.

Wally just has such a love of life and new things, so why wouldn't he love being on the water? it's different! it's new every time! there are ample things to learn about and do! Home probably keeps his systems stable so that he doesn't have to deal with seasickness. though it probably takes him a little bit to find his sea legs... catch him stumbling around like a lil newborn lamb. sometimes he is facedown on the deck <3 i imagine he'd enjoy going aloft!

Sally would probably love the inherent romanticism and adventure of it all. Who knows what dangers and glory they may face! I bet she writes up a storm during this time - plenty of story material! food for the imagination! what does Anne say... Scope for the imagination, i believe! i bet she also loves having a captive audience. Literally. they're stuck on this ship with her <3

so many lines for Wormie to climb... so many little places to crawl into... new people to trick into giving her treats... down time where the Neighborhood is relaxing in one place. abundant time for affection!

Frank probably doesn't have strong feelings about it. It's a boring ship with no bugs or things to do. Except when he manages to rope crew members into having a lil impromptu fight club. Or when the Neighborhood is put to work - i wonder if he'd find the maintenance soothing or pleasant... or if he'd relish in the hard work of pulling lines

Julie is likely in a similar boat (ha) as Frank. once the initial "wow! whoah!" wears off, it can get boring! and games are limited - there's only so much you can do on a ship (depending on the size of the ship of course), and there might be strict rules to keep passengers out of the crew's way and to lower risk. She probably entertains herself by "bothering" her friends and the crew & cloudgazing.

Poppy... do i need to explain? wooden ship on the ocean, which i understand can be terrifying. who knows what lurks below the waters? if the weather will change on a dime? if one of the flammable things on board catches fire? if the ship hits something? etc. I imagine it's impossible to get her to go above decks. They have to literally push her statue-frozen body onto the ship when they first board

Howdy! honestly i just think it'd be really fucking funny if he gets Violently seasick! like, curled into a ball in his bunk & involuntarily making agonized noises. he sounds like a ghost w/ all the pained moaning. his sea legs suck unless he stances all four at the right distance to anchor himself in place. he's a weak, sickly, fragile little thing, take mercy on him... he doesn't even have the strength left to swindle or sell...

Eddie. now we get to the point of anon's ask - his sea legs would be nonexistent. he's staggering and stumbling all over the place. the ship just barely tilts and he's smacking into a mast or careening across the deck. and of course, hitting the guardrails at precisely the right speed/angle to allow him to tumble overboard. i bet this happens enough that every time the Neighborhood is so much as on a dock, there is at least one person either holding his arm or acting as a barrier between him and the water. as soon as they get on any ship, he's immediately sent below decks. any attempt he makes to come up is instantly blocked.

there's a lot of both comedic and angst potential there. small ship, calm waters? comedic. some neighbors are playing cards, there's on off-screen splash & Frank immediately sighs and gets up all "god damn it, Eddie-". lmao im imagining him floating there and rapid-fire blabbering in fear 'cause there's a shark (it's not a shark. it's a dolphin. everyone on board is so unimpressed.) he's sobbing in fear as they pull him in <3

but angst? imagine there's a storm. imagine it's an all-hands-on-deck situation, every available hand is needed, and Eddie is strong as fuck - he'd be a monster at pulling lines. probably wouldn't even need to sweat them. but a violently rocking ship, slick decks, maybe even waves splashing over the deck... oof i can so easily imagine Eddie slipping & sliding right over the side. maybe while the others watch. maybe they try to grab him, but they're too late. and in such a horrible storm, there's not much they can do - it's dark, the water is incredibly turbulent, the ship can't turn around easily, there's torrential rain. a high stress situation! i'm imagining Frank grabbing a lifebuoy, firmly fastening it to a pin, and then throwing himself overboard after Eddie. something to think about! (i'm imagining that after the storm clears up enough, everyone rushes to the side to check. Eddie & Frank are trailing after the boat, lashed to the buoy and exhausted. maybe a little banged up, but overall fine!)

and then yeah.... oh the shanties Barnaby could lead... the whole ship sings! and then them all in their bunks (or in their hammocks!) in the [insert term for living quarters here, it can vary] when its sleepytime. y'all would not believe the shenanigans that can occur in the fo'c'sle (or the main hold, basically wherever the ship's sleeping quarters are), especially before actual sleep occurs. peak silly time.

there's a lot of potential here, thank you anon!

like now i'm thinking - what about sea monsters? or jobs that Require them to go on the water, as in the job takes place on a ship? ocean battles! ocean searches!

[found-wings]

Ajjajaja having brainrot over the idea of all the Islanders ( including Eggs, but also works without ) being send on a mission together to 'retrieve an important item' or something along these lines - which results in needing to use the train or a plane or smth due to how far away the location is, immediately causing distrust within everyone.

They arrive in what seems to be an endless snowy wasteland, stretching on and on. The group travels a while by walking, until they come across a little village - majority of the group is relieved to have a source of warmth and somewhat safety, but two specific people entirely freeze up at first and immediately glance at each other.

The banners within the village are an all too familiar one of the Antarctic Empire, and suddenly it makes entirely sense on why Phil felt a comfortable, familiar sensation here.

Phil and Fit both stay on the outside of the village to attempt at staying hidden from the guards - the other islanders are confused on these twos odd behaviour but brush it mostly off.

This little stay however quickly ends up in Phil & Fit being recognised anyway, and all I can imagine is just the rest of the islanders staring, some bewildered and others excited when a guard bows down in front of Phil, not commenting on the wince from Phil when they refer to him as an Emperor.

Imagine the way the guards immediately take the group in to travel to the main area of the empire, all the questions Phil receives on this.

And Phil hates every moment of it.

Being questioned about all of this, but Phil can barely offer any answers as he sinks into this.. feeling of needing an out - and Fit is right there by his side as comfort and support, knowing that Phil had just as much been trying to bury his past as the Emperor, only to have it shoved right back at him. Did the Federation know this? Did they purposely set him up like this?

Upon arrival at the Empire, a tall build figure is already waiting at the gates for the group.

And Phil expects the worst of reactions - to be given the cold shoulder, to be yelled at how could he have ever abandoned the Empire they build together, how he dared to just up and leave ( even when it wasn‘t his choice in the first place, or he thinks at least ).

But instead, Phil is greeted with a tight hug from Techno, pulling him close and just for now, refusing to let go at least for now.

[sysig]

Recently had a silly Handplates dream where Papyrus was trying to snoop around Gaster and Alphys’ lab, but didn’t know who Alphys was and so was trying to pass it off as his own lab lol (Patreon)

[aerodaltonimperial]

I'm really not used to people paying attention to me, I just sort of lost most of my wrestle fandom friends in the past year or so, and I guess I just want to say hi? Thanks for being here? I've gotten more followers in the past week than I've gotten in several months. 💚

[feelingsinwinter]

Edward Elric - Fullmetal Alchemist

[the-travelling-witch]

i saw so many great edits of the natlan characters that i almost got jump scared by the official art