#i’m a mirage simp

[thegreatarlecchina]

Y/n: Wow, the stars are beautiful tonight.

Mirage: I agree, but y’know what else is beautiful?

Y/n: *blushing* What? ☺️

Mirage: Ery! I’ll go get her, she’s gonna love this!

[tsukimon02]

Me: “There ain’t no way that I’d ever simp for robot men and robot girls, even if they were hot”

Also me:

I blame Mirage for this 😭

[hopeful0romantic]

Why are so many of the characters I simp for robots

Do I have a secret thing for robots

Okay but they also gotta be funny, if they ain’t funny I don’t get that “oh no” thought when I realize I’m gonna be looking up fluffy X Reader fanfiction of them later

That’s not the point here, the point here is why so many robots

[lilyswrittenworks]

(RoTB) Optimus Prime Headcanon

I wanted to give in to my self-indulgence towards a certain Prime cause--YES (I’m currently simping for this man and I ADORE HIM with every fiber of my being.) 

Confessions

Warnings: slight angst, heartwarming fluffy moments

It started out as a harmless crush towards the Autobot leader, until it gradually escalated into something more. You never intended to grow so attached and it scared you.

So, you made the painful decision to admire him from a distance and your visits to the warehouse became less frequent.

Your absence didn’t go unnoticed, however.

When you didn’t show up for the fifth day in a row, Optimus was the first one to inquire about your whereabouts to his fellow Autobots. None of them had the slightest clue why…except for Mirage.

He knew you had a thing for the big man, which he totally used this knowledge to tease you.

Whatever you were trying to do, it was clearly affecting his leader.

Optimus would stand just by the entrance of the warehouse patiently waiting for your arrival, and when you don’t—well, Mirage has never seen him look so crestfallen. Yet, he still waited for you hoping that you would come by.

Mirage has never seen him so… lost without you.

And on the tenth day seeing Optimus in his usual spot and you not showing up was when Mirage decided that enough was enough.

He tried getting ahold of you from the landline number that Noah provided him with only for it to ring three times before it sent him straight to voicemail.

Mirage transformed and made a beeline to your apartment.

When he arrived into an alley that was just outside your apartment window. Making sure no other humans were around before transforming and peering inside your bedroom window.

Seeing you lying in bed with a book in your hand really upset him as he furiously tapped the window, doing his damn best not to break it.

You scrambled out of bed, opening the window to see a not so happy-looking Mirage.

Mirage didn’t allow you to speak as he began to reprimand you.

“You better stop whatever you're doing–no, don’t,” He points his finger towards you when attempting to speak. “Don’t try to lie to me Y/n. I know what you're doing and it’s doing more harm than good, you hear me? Prime is always waiting for you. Every. Single. Day. Dammit! Do you have any idea how much this is hurting him?”

Your heart stung at the realization.

“You might not realize it, but Prime genuinely loves you. I can see it in the way he looks at you. And it hurts me seeing you two hurting each other when instead you guys should be talking it out!”

He was right.

Fuck. You made a terrible mistake.

Your heart yearned for his presence since you distanced yourself from Optimus. Oh how your feelings from him only grew the longer you stayed away. You missed the sound of his deep baritone voice calling your name, his gentle touch when he picks you up, and those beautiful bright blue optics of his that held so much emotion to his otherwise stern and authorities demeanor.

With this newfound determination, you didn’t think twice as you climbed out of your window. Mirage wasted no time in scooping you up–transforming before speeding off to the warehouse.

Mirage arrived at the nick of time just as Optimus was walking away. He swerved to a halt, opening the drivers side door open propelling you out. You almost tripped over your feet but the adrenaline keeps you upright running towards him.

“OPTIMUS!”

The sound of your voice made him stop abruptly, turning around with wide eyes to see you running towards him, closing the distance fast. He knelt down on one knee already reaching out to you. Once you were within his reach he scooped you up, bringing you close to his chassis. You threw your arms to hug his face, feeling his hand adjust so that you were in a more comfortable position. Those simple little gestures was all it took to crumble whatever composure you had.

You were a mess. Sobbing into his cheek and hiccuping out apologies.

“It’s my fault. I-I shouldn’t have stayed away. I hurt you–I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

You weren’t sure when it started but you began to hyperventilate.

Optimus leaned into you, pressing his metal lips on the crook of your neck where he spoke under his breath to you in Cybertronian. 

You obviously couldn’t understand what he was saying. The soothing rumble of his voice and the warmth of his breath that left goosebumps on your skin. It had a calming effect on you and your breathing slowed back into a normal rhythm. Your focus was on his mechanical breathing—inhaling and exhaling. 

You pressed your cheek against his cheek, “I’m sorry I hurt you, Optimus. I wouldn’t blame you if you were upset with me.”

His hold on you tightened, his baritone a whisper that sent chills down your spine. “I would never. It made me realize how much I took your company for granted. Without you, there is a void that cannot be filled if you aren’t a part of my life.”

A sudden warmth spread throughout your chest at his words, a soft hum escaping your lips. “If you let me, can you be a part of mine?”

You could feel him smiling into the crook of your neck. “Of course,” He presses a gentle kiss into your shoulder, the metal surprisingly warm to the touch. “I wouldn't have it any other way.”

Mirage didn’t mean to watch, but he couldn’t resist himself.

In the end, he made the right call in dragging you out of your apartment.

[sinning-23]

My Latest crush is an alien car from space Pt.3

Yall is eating this UPPP (rise of the mirage simps lmao) and I appreciate that so so much! Thank you all for the 300+ followers that's insane! Also, the taglist got bigger too! I got yall don't even worry about it lol. Anywho, there's a fuck ton of tension in this one and in the final part, I think yall know what's going diz-ownnnnn (alexa play pony by genuine) Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

(Heres the link to pt.2 luv)

(Heres the FINALE)

Without further ado, ENJOY! (this one is a little short but pt.4 will be kinda lengthy)

Pt.3 

Gimmie one margarita imma…

He was far taller than Mirage, robotic features more stressed-looking than anything. And before either you Noah or Mirage could protest, he pick you up by your shirt, your hands reaching to flatten your skirt. There was about a 99% chance you’d just flashed both Noah and Mirage. 

The larger bot who you assumed was named Prime scans you, and soon his voice sends shivers down your spine. 

“Who are you?” 

The question is simple really but knowing you and the fact that he just picked you up with no kind of manners makes you slightly more irritable in your answer. Maybe you were a little butt hurt Mirage didn’t volunteer this information about there being other to you but know him he’d probably just say ‘You never asked!’ With that stupid, pretty, dumb, adorable look on his faceplates.

“I’m not answering anything because you just picked me up and expected me to give you answers. That’s rude first of all. Mirage, come get him-” You huff, seeing the larger bot raise a brow in response and look at the silver and blue-clad Autobot.

Mirage only chuckles nervously, removing you from Prime’s grasp, and putting his hands up in defense. You’d been only a tinnny bit aggressive when you’d met a couple days ago so why he expected you to be all peaches and cream with Optimus somewhat interrogating you, he had no idea. 

“Listen, had another tiny setback. I promise this one isn’t always so…fussy. She’s cool. Cross my spark.” He explains nervously, seeing Prime's optics narrow. This mf just called you fussy? Like a damn infant??? 

You go to speak out, but the depth sounding in Prime’s vocalizer makes you freeze. 

“You seem to have no concept of that undercover means. How you’ve landed in this predicament twice still baffles me” Prime sighs, looking back down at you. 

You’d managed to take refuge behind Mirage, still embarrassed by the fact that you were almost 100% sure he got a glimpse of your panties. Despite the garage being empty yesterday, it obviously had some other tenants who hadn’t a clue in the world you existed until now. This was way outta your league. Robots and 3 more of them at that, were far too overwhelming and you’d be damned if you wound up in the middle of some cyber bullshit.

Sure you liked Mirage, his personality and kind of play boyish looks made you swoon MAYBE a little bit….but from the looks of it, there were already girls like that back where he lived, hell one of them was just standing behind Prime while he chewed out Mirage…..AND WHY WAS SHE KINDA CAKED UP? That was beside the point though, they already had one human (Noah), and Prime wasn't looking for any extras (you) from what it looked like. 

Taking your chance to escape, you grab your purse and slide out of the garage quietly. The others were going from somewhat scolding Mirage to discussing a plan for something you didn’t quite care about at the moment. The best option was to disengage and maybe things could go back to normal! You could pack up for your apartment. Go back to work, maybe you’d do something with mechanics after this instead of nursing all day? You pop your AirPods in and press shuffle. 

It was getting late but there was just enough sun to find you a spot to wait for an Uber home. You’d talk with Mirage later, it looked like he had other priorities. Speaking of which, what was that whole interaction??? You shake the thought away, that moan replaying in your mind. This was so wrong.

Your heart beats faster at the thought of how he seemed to melt under you, his servos hovering over your hips, wanting to touch but being so unsure. The way his otic seemed to be hazy and the way his fan picked up in speed. You run your hands down your face and sigh, definitely feeling like a drink would be the best option….speaking of which, you never did get your night out.

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It didn’t take long before Mirage realized you weren’t behind him. You’d obviously hightailed it during Optimus’s scolding and slipped past him like a thief in the night. Part of him knows you’re capable of handling yourself but the other half knows it’s not safe, especially now that you both have been formally introduced. And with what Arcee had reported, Brooklyn wasn’t getting any safer.

Apparently, a few more terrorcons had made their way back and we’re trying to do a bit of avenging considering Optimus ended Scourge rather brutally. In all, Mirage wasn’t one for the violence but when it came to helping his friends and the ones he loved, he’d set that aside for the best. 

Anyway, he didn't want you going anywhere without him, a sense of more or less responsibility for you washing over him. It was more of a protective feeling than anything, wanting to be the one to save you and keep you safe no matter what. The thought of you thanking him as your hero makes him weak. You knew what you were doing, touching him like that. He still couldn't get over the fact that you claimed it was for science….bullshit. The feeling was quickly becoming addictive and the longer you spent together the more he wanted you…fat chance. 

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Remixed renditions of Kesha songs blast through the clubs' speakers as you and your girls dance the night away. You each took about 3 shots to get your blood pumping and your closest friend was about to make it 4. Your body moves on its own, bass filling your chest as you catch any and all ass your friends decide to throw. You took pictures and posted them on your story and everything seemed good!...sorta. The last of your worries should be some cyber alien crush that isn't even here right now…you can't help but let your mind drift.

A wave of…what was that guilt? Washes over you as you take a break from the dance circle, alerting your girls that you be ‘going to the bathroom’ a lie of course. Maybe this wasn't a good idea? Part of you felt kinda committed to Mirage. Before you could make it down the hall past all the commotion, a pair of hands are warm against your hips. Whoever it is… they're tall. The faint smell of motor oil fills your senses and you whip around to see a pretty good-looking stranger with eyes blue as the damn sky smirking at you. 

“Where you going, mamas?” He questions, moving his hips side to side playfully with the rhythm of the music.

You can't help but giggle. Something about him was so.. comfortable and fun and familiar, and so so so damn charming! He's smiling right back at you freckles somewhat adorning his face as his curly black hair falls over his eyes. He looks mixed, more so Hispanic or Latino and black. Blue eyes were odd though, but it didn't matter because, at the end of the day, this man looked like he'd won the genetic lottery.

Soon enough, you're back on the floor the cheers of your homegirls reaching your ears and you shake your head. This was just some spontaneous dude that just HAPPENED to catch you before you made it to the bathroom, not like you really needed to go anyway. He sways you, pulling a few cheesy dance moves here and there but it is enough to make you giggle. The previous song soon is chopped and screwed and transitioned to what sounded like a reverbed version of ‘Streets’.

Either way, the air had changed while people, couples or otherwise began finding space on the floor to dance up on one another. He didn't say much, spinning you slowly just before pulling your body to his gently. You may talk a lot of game, but you'd never danced with someone like this, let alone be so close. The feeling of his front pressed to your back makes you weak, the feeling sinking lower and lower as he holds each of your hips.

“Cálmate mama’s. You know I got you right?” He hums, your body relaxing a bit as you find the rhythm again, rolling your body with his to test the waters

That voice was so familiar….you ignore it, thinking it must the alcohol. There was no way he could…could he?

You didn't care, letting your head roll back and rest against his shoulder, your bodies synching with each other, his touch never feeling forced or aggressive. It's soft, kind, and almost loving...like he just wants to be able to feel your warmth, know the way you move. You work up the courage to speak, voice small, almost nervous. 

“I didn't catch your name stranger.”You state, hoping his response would answer your question.

If this was really him, then there was no reason to feel bad about how up close and personal this was getting. 

“You know my name, pretty girl. Kinda rude of you to walk out on me don't you think? You're lucky Noah was able to see where you were at based on your story.” He reveals, making you smile. 

So it was him but how? Some kind of alien car tech you didn't know about? You didn't care, he was here and you were ACTUALLY holding him somehow. 

“I'm sorry, looked like that meeting was important.” You explain, pressing against him more now, his grip tightening when you did, a hiss escaping his lips. 

“It was but when I noticed you’d left I panicked a little. Noah told me where to find you and I knew I couldn't just waltz in. I'm parked outback, this is just a holoform.” He explains, flashing that stupid smile. 

“So that's what this is, you look good 'Rag. Not the first time you've done this I'm assuming. You're far too good of a dancer.” You joke hearing gasp in faux hurt. 

“Wowww it's like that lil mama? You're breakin' my spark.” He chuckles, pressing into you, making a gasp escape your throat.

You felt it…holy shit it was right against you, the miniskirt not helping at ALL, in fact, any more friction and he'd be right against your panties. The grip on your hips is only making you hot and his voice so close to your ear isn't helping. He smirks against the skin of your neck and takes the risk of kissing there. Another gasp, only this time it was more or less a whine. 

“I'm not doing anything else until you tell me I got the green light. We both know this tension can only build for so long ‘til one of us breaks and I'm for damn sure about to fall apart if I can't taste you soon.” He admits, his voice trembling slightly when he speaks.

He was right though. The last 2 days had been filled with nothing but flirting, touching, and teasing and before you were so rudely interrupted in the garage earlier you were sure you were closer and closer to giving head. The music is still playing and most of your girls had given the two of you space to ‘dance’ a couple texting you to let you know where they were in case you needed them. It was definitely time to leave because any longer in this dark little corner of the club and you'd be trying to peel your clothes off. 

He can practically feel your begging to lose any sense of morals, a few drink making your brain only a little foggy. That’d ware off by time you made it back home if you played your cards right. Turning to face him you cant help but let your eyes drift to his lips. 

“You gonna let me ride?” You hum, lips pressed to his neck.

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Aweeee shit the perfect set up for pt.4 cause in the words of miss Megan thee stallion... we finna ride that dik like a stolen car HAHAAAA

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[crazy-fandom-madness]

A new legend aboard Revenant x Reader

My last one did well so here is more Rev ya simps I’m looking forward to making more of these I am new to this

Summary: your the newest legend to join the games and you take interest in a certain someone

Words 1k+

Sfw/ Typical Rev/ Ansty/ Fluffy End

Yep it was true you are the newest legend to join that game. To say your excited was an understatement, you couldn’t believe you were in the Apex Games. “You must be the new legend? I’m Lifeline but you can call me Ajay.” A kind voice with a accent could be heard you turn to see a girl with space buns and what seemed to be a robot companion. “Yep that would be me.” You greeted back taking note she was a medic. “Well let me introduce you to everyone I’m sure they would love to meet you.” She started walking to the main hangout there you saw many different people, you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you nervous. Suddenly a man with goggles approach you. “Your new right I’m Elliot but you can call me anytime.” He shot up finger guns and winked looking a bit awkward himself. “Mirage! Sorry about him I’m wraith.” She walked off pulling the man known as Mirage with her, after getting to know some more people and just hanging out. You noticed one you haven’t met yet pointing to him you ask.

“What about him I don’t think we have met?” Ajay turns to see who you are pointing at but she just sees him roll his eyes and walk away. “That’s our friend Revenant.” Path said with his iconic smile.“Don’t worry about him he’s well cold not worth trying to know him.” Bangalore said basically ignoring pathfinder. You turn back to watch he leave “challenge accepted.” You whispered to yourself, after learning how to play in the games you had some down time. This was perfect time to see what was up with that robot. Seeing him you walk over with your hand out. “Hi I don’t think we have met.” You put your hand down and look at him as if you did something wrong. “Leave me alone skin suit.” Is all he had to say but you were not going to give up. The simulacrum known as Revenant was really interesting to you, of course there are other robots here but Revenant was different. To be honest you might have a little crush on him he did watch you a lot. “Come on don’t be like that I want to get to know you we will eventually have a match together.” He just looked at you. “Why do you care.” It wasn’t even a question more of a statement. “I just want to get to know you I think your cool.” Cool? Him? Well that was something he had never heard before.

He was about to say something but Bangalore was telling everyone to go to bed. As you entered your room you thought it could use some decorating, something you could do later. getting into bed you lay there not able to sleep but a yellow light catch’s your attention, a little nervous you turn on the lamp. It was Revenant in the door way he invited himself in. “Well ask away I have nothing better to do.” Confused you ask. “What are you talking about?” A sigh left him. “You want to get to know me right? So ask.” He stood beside your bed. “Oh right well I don’t know I just think your cool I think robots are really fascinating.” He looks down at you with a huh. “There are two other bots here skin suit why me.” Cuz you liked him. You pushed these thoughts away you just met him. You had to make something up on the spot. “Well you just seem different.” He saw right through that lie you knew it. “Huh is that so?” He totally saw you blushing there was no hiding it.

He moved closer to you looking right in your eyes. “I know there is more to it no need to lie it just wastes my time.” Getting nervous you had to admit he did look really intimidating. “I guess I like you. There are you happy now.” He backed up and left the room. Not even looking back at you it was weird. There was no need to over think it right now you went to sleep thinking he would talk to you about it tomorrow. As morning came he didn’t say a word to you, but he did watch you. You would look back but nothing he was just standing and watching. This went on for a while and you were mad. He basically mad you confess just to watch from a distance and ignore you. You had enough. “What is your problem?” You were trying to keep your cool but it was hard. “What are you taking about.” Of course he’s going to act like nothing happened. “Why did you make me confess just to ignore me like this?” At this point you were holding in tears you didn’t want him to see you like this. But god it hurt.

He just looked at you like he always did and pulled you aside. Sure you had only been here for a few months but he was playing with your feelings, and you were sick of it. “Listen I’m not good with this kind of stuff.” He seemed calm almost like he wanted to make you ever more mad. “No you listen you’ve been playing with me feelings from day one do you like me back or not? I can’t keep doing this back and forth.” Your tears are gone and anger fills you as you ask, hoping he gives the answer you want. “Ugh yes skin suit how oblivious are you?” What he liked you this whole time? No he has to be lying there’s no way. “Yea I guess I am cuz standing and staring isn’t really a way for letting me know.” You still had anger in you but you felt happy he somewhat felt that same. “We can be together if you want but not in front of the others but they will know you’re mine.” Letting out a laugh you agree to this, it was hard at first. He didn’t hug you or anything in front of the other legends but alone he was so kind and caring, well as much as a murder bot could be.

[danddymaro]

Blind | Bloodhound x (fem) Reader

Not love at first sight, but something close

it takes a single moment for you to be struck by the love bug

Dude, I LIVE for simp/  Bloodhound whether they are a sick Yandere or a sweet, devout partner. I’m trash

Word count: 1123

It took a moment, just a single instance for it to happen.

For Bloodhound, it was as though time had suddenly slowed down, the world giving them a moment to appreciate the wink of time just a bit longer so they could truly cherish it to its fullest glory.

The bullets that had zipped past them traveled at such an agonizingly slow pace, that they felt brazen enough to pick at them from the air and toy with them during their travel.

It was complete lunacy, yet, the Legend felt exhilarated at such a sensation, such a heated rush that felt like a wild surge of electricity had fallen upon them, in a thunderbolt. shockwaves danced over their flesh in little tingles that needed the touch of this very delightful new affection.

Urgency filled them, the newfound desire almost unbearable.

You, who had, until then been someone unknown to them, though pleasant enough to be acquainted with, looked rather lovely.

'No...' they then thought, not going further with the thought without correction, 

You looked beautiful, marvelous, too good for words. 

- Too perfect to not admire.

'- A gift from the gods,' 

Rarely had they ever thought of anyone so divine, and you were one of the only few who had made them think so.

Your pretty lips were bruised at the side, a partial split decorating them from where you'd been hit earlier. You wore it so carelessly, almost unbothered by it after the initial long press of your thumb to it confirming there was a lesion. 

You'd both initially landed hot, narrowly escaping the battle with evasive moves that kept you both out of the line of fire that came from competitors fortunate enough to get their hands on a weapon.

And while you'd left with little to nothing in your hands, the fight for survival had been fierce given your lack of gear.

Guided by their Raven’s claw, they pathed way for an escape, a chance to come closer to victory.

Your hair was in various tangles from the travel down, something you'd muttered about to yourself as you'd descended, and it had been something Bloodhound sighed tiredly at. 

"What?" you said with a raised brow, offering your partner a cheeky grin. 

"You should worry about the battle more than your appearance," they suggested, making you huff out in dismissiveness as you pressed your thumb to your lower lip, the blood that dotted the flesh making you squint hard in annoyance.

"Of course, you would say that," you added quietly before looking away. 

You were fairly new and were taking advice from another Legend, one you’d easily befriended . 

Mirage had given you little pointers, advising you that good Media was also a part of the gig. 

-You had to either look good or look cool.

Besides, after you'd read a couple of the fan's reblogs of you... you decided that perhaps a bit of self-care was needed.

'Being in the public eye sucks...' you thought dishearted.

Bloodhound’s retort was a soft, dismissive hum, though they inwardly questioned why you would be concerned when you presented yourself just fine.

You now found yourself in an anxious flee, weaving through an open space of tall vegetation.

"Come on..." you breathed, hoping your partner pulled through.

It had been a rather risky, yet creative plan you offered to them after looking down at your only gun between the two of you.  Though, it was thoroughly thought out as you planned to follow a specific route, calculating every move no matter how fretful and uncoordinated they might have seen to the offending party. 

- That was, of course, the plan.

You had only one weapon, a long-ranged weapon with no optics, and much more out of your favor, 6 shots.

"Looks like we got a pretty shitty drop," you said with a low huff, passing the other Legend the sniper with no reluctance, without a question of any sort.

"It is yours," Bloodhound said in response to the offer, quickly skimming their eyes from the offer, and instead searching the trail they'd followed for signs of another competitor lurking.

Because the last thing they needed was to get ambushed.

"I think it would be of better use in your hands," you said kindly, being humble enough to admit that their aim was certainly better.

Afterall, their sight definitely was.

This was a sport to you, to them hunting others had been their life far before the games.

"We don't have much to work with," you started, "But luckily people are still landing, so we might have a good chance of an ambush," you offered with a devious, little chuckle.

"We just have to play it smart," you murmured, mentally preparing yourself because if you screwed up in any way, you were toast.

Meanwhile, Bloodhound had trouble deciphering whether or not the chance you took was admirable, or simply an act of recklessness on your part.

It only made sense to them as to why you got along with the speed demon so much, why you jumped at being paired with each other because perhaps Octane was one of the only other people willing to dive headfirst into disaster and walk out grinning whatever the outcome was.

Win or lose, it was just fun to complete, that was his philosophy, and something you often claimed too.

Momentarily, you smiled at them, an excited grin shot the hunter's way as you craned your head back and got a good peep at your partner from where they'd been posted.

"You're amazing," you beamed back at them, your voice reaching them thanks to the coms.  The excitedness and awe you conveyed through those two words had Bloodhound somewhat dumbfounded enough that a simple thank you that felt the custom was released with mild difficulty.

It was strange, but you were greeted with silence, though you didn't seem too troubled by it.

Meanwhile, Their keen eyesight had been witness to a smile that left them stunned, struck by something that left their chest feeling wounded.

From that very moment you ...

You, who had really been nothing but a good, occasional companion had become the center where their life gravitates to, the very essence of allure in every sense, even in your most distasteful moments.

You dug through your new loot, happy as could be while you relayed your finds through the coms as they made an approach towards you.

By then, Bloodhound sees you for what you truly are; a gift from the gods. 

You are their destiny, their intended life companion.

Unknowingly you grin at them, and they cherish the expression, reflecting on how you'd always been beautiful. 

How could they have been so blind before?

[haryuwu]

🪞 Twisted Wonderland | Le Mirage

Author's Note: Chapter 4 is reached! Pachipachipachiiii 👏 I'm still writing chapter 5 so please do be patient with me. Again thank you for the reblogs, I really appreciate a little help to spread my fic! I'll post something about it soon (´;ω;｀)

The Prefect and Grim, just recently, exited the Hall of Mirrors from checking the dorms of Ignihyde and Diasomnia and notifying its respective housewardens. Although both are occupied on their own activities in which the Prefect and Grim couldn’t disturb them from. 

“I can’t really tell if they’re taking the preparation seriously compared to the other dorms we visited first…Was the Saintess not worth preparing for?” Grim stated in a disappointed tone as he described how the housewarden of Ignihyde has been doing. 

Ortho Shroud, Idia’s younger brother, explained to them that he was told to tell anyone who asks for him a serious reason about his brother’s whereabouts. 

Everyone knew he had never set his foot out of his room for quite a long while after the incident with Styx. So, he came up with an excuse that his current state has not been too good and that he is grinding all day to get his favorite character’s SSR card from a shoujo anime based game that has recently released a new season.

Although, Idia could’ve just said that as not an excuse to not see them as they already understand how much of a shut-in he already is and how important it is for him to be such a simp to his favorite character. He even had the time to send a message to Ortho via voicemail that he doesn’t want to attend the Ball of the Evening as he thought it is like a social gathering and he might faint if he does meet the Saintess. 

This is how it went…

[Flashback] 

"Hello, Prefect of Ramshackle dorm and Grim! Are you here to see my older brother? I have to stop you here because he can't see anyone right now," Ortho with his usual jolly robotic voice greeted them in the hallway. It seems that he has been expecting their arrival at their dorm and waited there to pass a message as well.

"Hey, Ortho! We came here to notify you guys, but what's up with Idia?" Grim ran towards Ortho who had been floating at the corner and greeted back with a question.

"Ah, I came here prepared for that exact question! Big bro provided me voice recorded mails for you to listen in and get your answers," with a flick of a finger, a hologram showed up in front of them with an icon of a play button. Ortho tapped on that button, playing an audio of a tired male's voice.

"You might've been wondering why I have to record this when I just have to tell you guys upfront-"

"But that's a hard NOPE for that. There’s no way I’m going out just to do that so yeah, anyway…" The two glanced at each other as they continued to listen to the recorded audio file.

"First off…I hate social gatherings, as you all probably already know, so showing my face to the event would straight up be out of the question."

"Maybe showing up to meet the Saintess here at our dorm won't be that bad but I can't guarantee—like a guaranteed pity—it might land on soft pity though, that I'll be physically be there considering that I already know exactly who the Saintess looks like," the Prefect and Grim's eyes widened when Idia had mentioned that he had already seen the Saintess. 

But it wasn't clarified if he saw her in person or by stumbling upon an image that was secretly provided through the internet. This is when Ortho tapped the pause button as he caught on both of their surprised faces.

"Big bro and I have seen her before! She's already a well known influencer from the Magicam app."

"She was selected to voice a ghost maiden who was trapped inside a mirror that obeys anyone to answer their inquiries. It's an upcoming anime this month and we can't wait to watch it soon!" Thinking about another bonding time with his older brother, Ortho gleefully described the character in full detail. Yet he has to stop himself from babbling unnecessary information making him digress from the topic. 

"Ah, I've spoken too much. Let's skip the voice audio from 5:13 to 1:08:30! It seemed as though my brother spilled a lot of unintentional spoilers between those timestamps…"

"The audio he sent was an hour long?!"

[End of Flashback]

The prefect and Grim couldn't get any other details from the Shroud brothers other than their gushing about the most awaited anime series. This may have taken more than 30 minutes of their time, but they obtained new information about the Saintess being one of the top ranking influencers just like Vil Schoenheit and Neige LeBlanche.

"So she's like a famous voice actress or an idol? I don't really get what type of job they do, but that must be cool!" While walking down the hallway, two familiar students from Diasomnia stepped out of the room while carrying boxes with the use of magic. One of them is very insistent on returning back to their dorm as soon as possible. 

On the other hand the one tailing them from behind is trying to calm their nerves from creating havoc. Although his complexion is beginning to give the Prefect an idea that he's about to faint from exhaustion. 

"Silver and Sebek! What are you guys doing out here?" As usual, Grim loudly greeted them from across the hall, waving his little paw in the air.

The silver haired boy turned their way when he heard Grim's echoing voice from afar. "Ah, it’s you two…We were just about to head back and bring these decorations to the dorm as fa…Lilia instructed."

Looking at the large box Silver is carrying, some pieces of cloth are spilling out of the edge. Sebek caught the top cloth from the box Silver’s carrying from falling off when Silver began losing his strength to balance the box's weight in his arms. 

"All I see are a bunch of blankets…”

“I STILL DON'T APPROVE OF THIS IDEA!" Sebek yelled in displeasure, causing the two to wince from the ringing sound of their ears.

"What theme did you guys even come up with? A pajama party?" Considering the amount of blankets and additional fabric, Grim assumed that they’ll topple all of it to form a large fluffy bed.

"Huh! Not quite! And your guess is ridiculous. There's no way that our lordship would hold a lousy human party. Only Silver would enjoy such a thing," Sebek loudly yelled to keep Silver awake beside him while declaring his strong disapproval of their plans for the visiting hour of the Saintess.

"Sebek…Lilia and our housewarden had an agreement about this. There's nothing we can do about it," Silver sluggishly rubbed his eye while mumbling his explanation. "Besides, they knew how terribly bright the Saintess was."

"...What do those blankets have to do with her being bright?" Silver stalled in his words. Even Sebek could not explain it since he knew little about her. "Well…I was told she's similar to a star. Her glow never dies even in broad daylight or any light that reaches her. These blankets will be used to prevent any light showers."

"It may be already dim inside Diasomnia, but even the tiniest flame of a candle can make her reflect light." That was an exaggeration, right? It’s hard to tell from the way Silver looks while explaining a strange description of the Saintess. This specific description probably came from Lilia himself. Grim groaned due to the ridiculousness. Perhaps it was a metaphor that a small cat could not comprehend right away. 

Grim could only groan and glare at nothing after being called a cat through this narrative. The writer wishes not to disrespect the characters despite their race and status—but only for the sake of adding more sentences in this paragraph.

"Silver, let's return to the dorm now! You've shared enough insights with them today. Let's go!" As impatient as he is, Sebek grabbed Silver and started taking big strides after bidding them farewell.

“That’s one strange way to describe the Saintess, don’t you think so?” The Prefect could only sigh shortly. They are unsure if this information would be helpful to get to know the Saintess. The Prefect could only hope the said Saintess isn’t as blindingly bright as the largest sun of the solar system. Should they consider getting a pair of sunglasses? 

“Let’s just go to the headmage and tell him we’re done passing the message,” Grim agreed before resuming to head towards the headmage’s office. 

The office is just a few walks away and yet it feels as though the hallways get longer and longer. Each step they take, the floor gets stretched like rubber. No…the hallway seems to reflect the path behind them and yet the door of the headmage's office remained unreachable from a distance. 

Grim begins to sense something fishy in this kind of predicament. Has someone activated a spell? Is this some sort of prank? Unlikely—They have never encountered anyone who can manipulate someone’s vision, let alone hear someone cite a spell to perform such terrifying magic.

“Hey, what’s going on?!” As Grim exclaimed, something bright bursts out of the headmage’s office. The two barely avoided the running bolt of light and could only grab on the nearest pillar of the hall. Waiting for the force of the wind to calm, the strange light escaped and disappeared like a bubble.

“W-What was that…?” Still in a process of recollecting themselves, the two eventually went for a run to consult the headmage regarding what they have recently experienced.

Upon pushing the door open, the headmage whose current state is strangely haggard stood there, unbothered. The papers fluttered down all over his table down to the floor. Perhaps the cause came from the light that surprised them earlier. Yet his unfazed grin is evident behind the beak of his mask as soon as he caught the sight of the two arriving at a perfect time. “Oh joy! I presume that you have finally sent the message to our housewardens?” welcomed by the headmage, he immediately tried to fix his hat and hair.

“Yes, we have—but can we talk about what just happened earlier?!” The two explained that something bizarre occurred at the halls on their way to the headmage’s office. Grim’s point of view might’ve been an exaggeration as the light was twice his size. 

"Now, now—I'm sure you have a lot of questions but I'd prefer it if you could tone it down," Casting a spell to reorganize the papers from the floor, the headmage hummed as more questions followed after his statement. He eventually groaned in disbelief before telling the two to come closer.

"The light you just saw…could you guess who it was?" Who? That thing? That ball of light—that was a ‘who’? Who would’ve thought that it’s a person. As if a cat got their tongues, not Grim, Crowley sighed in disappointment as he was anticipating an answer from the two may it be a ridiculous one. Alas, he couldn’t get a single sound out of them in which he decided to give them a hint.

“No? Nothing at all? And here I thought you had been gathering useful information during the errand I have given you,” He shook his head before resuming, “Then how about this, a clue will be generously given to you by yours truly and because I’m so kind, I’ll let Grim join the Ball of the Evening if you guessed right.” Wide grins were slowly forming on their faces because of this condition. Although, the Prefect isn’t so confident to give the answer so they let Grim answer this one.

And so, the headmage began to clear his throat as he stated the promised clue. “This person’s related to mirrors. You may have seen something bizarre outside my office earlier, no?” That’s right…an unsettling magic cast upon the hallway does resemble how a mirror reflects what stands before it. What’s even more peculiar was that their reflection was not apparent—supposed the hallway was only affected by the spell. But who could cast such an overwhelming spell in the first place?

“I haven’t seen that kind of magic around…was it someone’s signature spell?” Grim asked the Prefect, however, they could only give him a shrug. Even if they searched for them, there were no students who could use a spell similar to that nor someone related to mirrors. Well, students of Pomefiore do use mirrors most of the time but it isn’t magic related.

Wait…Could it be…? 

There’s only one name that popped up into their minds. There’s no doubt, it must be them! “Maybe…it was one of the Mirages?” As soon as a familiar name was uttered, the headmage began to applaud as he showed them his satisfactory smile. He felt even more proud that his school teaches his students well that it must have paid off. Soon, NRC will take the lead if this continues! 

“Was it…the Saintess, headmage Crowley?” An even wider smile, they must’ve gotten the bingo already. But what could be the reason for the Saintess’ sudden visit? And leaving a large mess at that. 

“You guessed it right! Well, it is already an obvious answer to begin with. Nonetheless, I had a thought you might have a hard time guessing without a hint since the two of you barely have enough knowledge regarding other powerful mages. But I digress!” 

“But what could possibly be the reason she visited your office? It wasn’t even the time for her to arrive at school…” A very good question indeed. It would take days to travel from Shaftlands to NRC, yet it is also possible to arrive here much faster with the use of a certain gadget.

There’s only one family who owns such a thing for traveling purposes. Are they perhaps well acquainted? 

A lot of thoughts rushed all at once into the Prefect’s mind. They knew Rook just recently heard of the Saintess and news of her arriving at the Isle of Sages has yet to be announced. “Since you’re that curious, I at least need to share what has been weighing on my mind.”

“Please know that you must not share this to anyone else or else I’ll change my mind for making Grim join us in the Ball of the Evening!” The two agreed as they waited for his explanation. Going back to his seat and putting the documents on his table aside, his tone suddenly turned serious as he spoke out what he had recently heard from the Saintess. 

“‘I insist on canceling the event’—was what she said. I do wonder why she was so desperate to ask for something her parents and this school has arranged for her,” The headmage continuously grumbled as he seemed genuinely displeased of what the Saintess had demanded him to do. 

“Of course, I refused naturally. This is to celebrate her taking over her ancestor’s role!” It would truly be a shame to step down for an unexplained reason why she must get the event canceled. 

However, what comes next has left an even more wavering feeling within the office.

“And to my dismay, she asked for a request as the member of Mirage that I did not expect to hear,” staring at the Prefect and Grim without blinking, the headmage slowly worded, “If I tell you I foresaw something terrifying that might put your college to a grave predicament…as the headmage, would you simply doubt this ability I inherited since birth?” 

An ability that is considered powerful for a mage to possess…an ability that is said to be confidential, one that matches god’s power yet may be frowned upon by many—a soothsayer.

“Dire Crowley, headmage of Night Raven College…despite my position to be named as the Saintess, I swear that my eyes are incapable of fabricating the future!” 

To Be Continued

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[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 7 Passion

(Spoilers below)

-Alya is sus of this Marinette suddenly simping over chat noir

-Marinette explains the logic (but it’s ACTUALLY THIRST)

-“Uh, he’s in love with ladybug…” “Same thing” “But he doesn’t know that and you can’t tell”

-Alya tired of this lol. Give this girl a medal

-Okay so I’m gonna say this, Alya is a good friend, I would not be coherent and hearing out my friend before 8 am.

- And she left with her PJ’s (I enjoy this Alyanette)

-GOOD GRAVY THE THIRST ON THESE TEENS!

-Adrien waking up thinking about Marinette.

- Adrien really having a simp morning routine is beautiful

-Plagg really like “Stop this simping” but it ain’t working

-okay who the f*** is this white tampon? Talking like he is cooking Adrien breakfast on the daily?

-Nathalie is worried.

-Nathalie calling Gabriel out on not knowing his son, yet Gabriel acting all chummy. It’s so weird!

-Nathalie really just full of fire today and I love it.

-Adrien too busy simping Marinette to notice.

-Adrien sees the ring and thinks they are a couple.

-Nathalie is like every Adrien stan on this site “I’m only doing this for Adrien”

-I just realized, Adrien thinks he is starting to have a family. Baby boy

-And ARM BAR!

POG

- Nathalie giving Gabe that verbal ass whooping was beautiful. But then Gabe shows he got cataclysmed and was dying.

-damn that’s some emotional blackmail. Well played tampon man.

-“I should get Marinette a ring!” “You gonna propose?” The funny thing is… if this was like a season ago. He could have done that and she would have said yes.

- “poems are for cheese” Plagg is best character

-There is 0 straight answer for Nathalie saying Emilie’s name

-“My dear Nathalie “ Emile says it better

-Adrien my sweet sunshine. You are precious and just reinforcing why Nathalie is going to commit war crimes

-Wait was Nathalie Indiana Jones with Gabriel!?

- Oh! I get it now. Nathalie and Gabriel were both in love with Emilie

-So Nathalie is basically saying I will get akumatized to deliver the promise (both Gabe and Nathalie lying to the other. Good stuff)

-Welp, Marinette still isn’t over Adrien. She still mumbles and fumbles. So good news there. It’s not a reversal.

-And Adrien goes from simping to sad thinking about what’s going on with Nathalie.

-Marinette being a good person

-and from sad to simping again. Adrien has two emotions XD

-And Marinette really be like “No one told me what to do once sempai noticed me!”

-Plagg suddenly cares that s*** is going wrong? I’m sus of this. (Plagg meeting Tikki to talk is cute tho)

-Tikki really be like “don’t worry my holder is a mess”

-Damn Tikki! She really letting Marinette out to dry like that!

-Ooo her akuma name is safari! And she is going to use her old outfit.

-okay THAT WAS A COOL ASS AKUMATIZATION

-Also Safari is a baddie

-OH NO! She has the Goat! She can make all her gear!

-SIX POWERS!!? WTF OP!!!

-oh damn, the hunt is on!!!

-Chloe is hilarious.

-Marinette, Your simping is showing

-OOOOH Now I get it

-LADYBUG NO! Your simping will doom us all!

-Ohh stun darts. That’s not good.

-Looks like chat noir is gonna carry today

-“This is harassment!” Him dodging arrows

-Chat noir earning MVP today!

-the dart hits the statues butt! Chat noir figured out what it does!

-OHHH THE ARROW HAD VENOM!

-Okay so Genesis, venom, Fetch, and Mirage. What are the other two powers?

-Plagg pointing out what happened and telling Adrien he loves him

-Marinette scared she lost her miraculous but Chatnoir explaining the situation AND the plan WHICH MEANS!!!!

-Kwami swap (but will it erase my hatred of Reflekdoll?)

-wait… Is Adrien really thinking about the wish!? Oh damn!!!

-Marinette explaining how the wish would basically do an equivalent exchange, meaning IT WOULD just alter it not fix.

-Damn that sucks

- NOW THE KWAMI SWAP!

-Ladynoire more like Ladysimp!

-“Don’t flatten my partner’s Gorgeous face!”

-Safari got a whip, now watch her Nae Nae… I will see myself out

-“My suit has a weird influence on you!” XD

-Safari just Made Monarch shut up. MAX LEVEL

-MISTERBUG lucky charm!

-Did… Adrien figure out the lucky charm by himself? Hold on,

- Ladynoire can’t control her simping.

-THIS IS WHAT I WANTED FROM A KWAMI SWAP! THIS RIGHT HERE

-This was a battle of thirst and Marinette wins easy

- MISTERBUG being adorable

-MARINETTE CONTROL YOUR THIRST (she just Rawred)

-I can feel the physical manifestation of the facepalm

-Nathalie is there only one I trust with Adrien as his guardian (and Gorilla)

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I now dub this the Anti-Reflekdoll episode.

It is everything I wanted and more.

I do wish they didn’t try to make Gabriel sympathetic. But I loved the episode

Nathalie being an absolute best character

The kwami swap done right

THE SIMPING

Beautiful

9.5/10

[mskenway97]

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most

📝 last thing you wrote

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often

👀👀💚I’m curious to see your answers

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most

I almost always love to write about optimus the tfp,bayverse and rotb versions are the ones I like the most.

I adapt to most of the characters but I love to write about tfp, ratchet, mirage too.

With the comics I have to move them forward but about Megatron and Rodimus too.

📝 last thing you wrote

Oh well I have something very much in mind to prepare with bayverse optimus very self indulgent (I don't regret anything I will show XD).

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often

100% optimus prime XD

[yostresswritinggirl]

Hello, how was your day? I hope you have a wonderful time and never let someone’s negative thoughts on you anchor you down ♡

Ever since I stumble across your blog due to because I’m an Albedo simp, I adore how well-written your stories are, whenever I get to read them, especially Sumeru arc, I felt like I was really in the story, no kidding ♥︎ And thankfully, I have the courage to share my ideas and scenarios with you, regarding Cynari poly and Cylou poly.

CYNARI + POLY ; Liyue’s forgotten guardian

⌲Ever since I have read your Cynari’s Chase the Mirage II, in the nearly-end of the story when it mentioned “Liyue” my thoughts instantly went to Xiao, the Yakshas and the Chasm, due to because I may like the Yakshas and the Chasm’s lore and it’s hidden secrets that lies beneath. And so, I got a scenario that the reader might be an adeptus (Or a half-adeptus and a half-human if you prefer). So let me get into the story:

〈STARTS HERE〉There were once a tale that was forgotten in the modern civilization, a guardian that was once protects the ancient Liyue of Rex Lapis. It was told that this adeptus was related to the Conquerer of Demons but was never confirm it’s veracity. During the war that was held in the city of Contracts, the Adeptus and the Electro Yaksha had tasked to fend off the creatures of the fallen kingdom from trespassing the world of mortals. And so, as the battle goes on and on, the Electro yaksha had requested for the adeptus to flee along the rest of the falllen soldiers, but they were too stubborn to flee as they want to assist the yaksha in any possibilities they can, but of course, the Electro yaksha push them and the soldiers away as soon as the battle continues and made a big impact.

Unbeknownst to the yaksha, the adeptus was rather stubborn and want to help by bouncing back into their feet and find the battle that has inflicted. However, the adeptus somehow ended up in a hidden portion of the Chasm’s Underground mines that they are not familiar with: The roots of the valley of Life. In there, they met a horde of creatures and monsters. They took their weapon and ignited their own fight. After that exhausting battle that seems goes on forever, the poor adeptus was now covered in gashes and blood dripping down their body. Their eyes were almost dull. Their limbs became numb.

Before they could slip into the void of consciousness, they see a flash of green lights spiraling above them, accompany by a dendro crystalflies that somehow gathered into their tired body. The last thing they witness is the blinding light that emanates light and warmth. 〈ENDS HERE〉

So what I have in mind regarding this lore is that the reader is the forgotten guardian of the Ancient Liyue and was one of the characters that involves in a battle on the depths of the Chasm along with Bosacius. At the part of where they almost slip into consciousness, the Dendro archon saved them from the brink of death and gave them a decent life at her land.

Centuries later, the reader had lost their memories so they forgot who they are and what’s there purpose. living in Sumeru was nothing but walk in a park (I think…) and working as an adventurer was certainly enjoyable (Again, I think..) and happily in a relationship with the notorious General Mahamatra and the infamous Forest Ranger. Whenever the reader has a commission on Liyue, they can’t help but to feel the nostalgic sensation they were having, and droplets of tears rolling down to their face, especially standing in the platform of the Cinnabar cliff where they capture the colorful scenery of the Chasm. They wanted to know what’s their connection to the place but for now, they let it be.

CYLOU + POLY ; The Peacock’s Acceptance and Attachment

⌲Before the forbidden Knowledge has bestow upon the people in the desert, the Dendro archon, the scarlet king, the priest, and the familiar were once lived in a temperance life. Adding the lore of Cyno being the incarnation of the Scarlet king’s Priest, I would like to say the reader IS the Dendro archon’s loyal familiar or servant like Yea Miko to Ei, and instead of a kitsune I would vision the reader to be peacock. I like to add greek mythology in Sumeru because I’m sucker for greek myths. (Additionally: The reader's vision is Dendro, in their hybrid of peacock form, their tail that seems to have a hundreds eyes, in Greek mythology they say that Ardus was blessed with the eyes so that they could spy on Zeus and his fellow mistresses. So I inflict this mythology to the reader's power. By protecting the land of Knowledge, they know what comes around the land with the power they hold.)

So, the priest and the reader are lovers bounded with eternal love and adoration between them. However, fate has been cruel to them. During the time where the scarlet king brought the forbidden knowledge, and the dendro archon sacrificed herself, the priest was cursed with reincarnation and the reader is cursed with immortality (As if they are not immortal in the first place) Their romance tragedy is similar to Meliodas and Elizabeth from Seven deadly sins. The reader was ecstatic that their lover has been reincarnated but sad at the same time that their memories has been wiped, but they can make it effort to remember them.

As centuries pass, the reader is forced to watch their lover wither away from their hands and awoken again from the ashes, and the cycle of tragedy goes on. Like a phoenix is you may think. But then, when the priest reincarnated to Cyno’s era, the reader wanted to see him and hold them tight in their embrace, but as they were they caught the moment where Cyno and a red-headed dancer made an intimacy behind the stage of the Grand bazaar.

The reader was heartbroken and relief at the same time. Heartbroken that their (ex?)-lover was embracing another person’s body instead of theirs, and relief that Cyno can live peacefully with someone who can goes into the path of mortality, unlike them, who is immortal. Coming back to their home with hard grief still lingers in their heart, they decided to take a hundreds years of sleep just like what Barbatos did back then. Only time will tell when they’ll return.

Unbeknownst to the reader is that whenever Cyno is having his time with Nilou, he felt his heart tugged in shame and regret as if the whole ordeal with her was wrong, and whenever he stare at Nilou in a trance, a different face came to his mind. A familiar and intense feeling rose from his chest.

Timeskip after the archon quest, imagine the story quest with Nahida (Not a leak tho) that she recollects her time from many years ago that she has a loyal and benevolent familiar who serves her wholeheartedly at her time as lady Rukkhadevata. She wanted the traveler and her to travel into the depths of the desert to seek her dearest friend and revive them from their slumber. And then as they exited the Caravan Ribat, they met Cyno and Nilou who went on a date. Deciding to travel with the traveler and the archon to seek their purpose.

Few desert later, they were standing on a temple with peacock motifs and designs engraving in all the walls of the ancient and holy temple of the archon’s familiar. Doing some craze-shit ritual and magically awaken the reader from their slumber. Looking from their surroundings, their heart squeezed in happiness and sadness. They were happy to see Nahida, no matter what form or shape that their archon takes, they’ll always adore them no matter what. They are also sad that they get to see Cyno holding Nilou in a protective manner, the same way he did in the past time with the reader.

TIMESKIP AGAIN-Ever since the reader is awoken, they were hanging out with them mostly the traveler and Nahida. Despite being in a relationship, Cyno can’t stop his heart beating so abnormally fast, he felt his whole world spinning. Although, it would destroy his principle as a loyal boyfriend to Nilou, he knows how much she loves him as much as he loves her. But something about the reader makes his body lit into a flaming passion. UGH-He can’t think straight.

During Cyno is having his inner crisis, Nilou experience the same thing, except the whole reincarnation ordeal. Nilou is having an intense crush on the reader despite being in a relationship with the general mahamatra and even tho she hadn’t done anything, she felt as if she’s committing a crime. As the two lovers confronted this matter, they wholeheartedly accept that they have intense sentiments towards the reader. Few days, the reader had noticed the two lovers have been acting strangely towards them and can’t help but felt bad and decided to leave them. But they (tenderly)-pursue the reader to hang with them.

TIMESKIP-An unnamed festival held in Sumeru city that celebrates the birth of the Archon’s benevolent familiar (IDK AT THIS POINT 🥲) which is the reader’s birthday and Cyno and Nilou planned to confess to them at the starry night during the week of the festival. It caught the reader surprise, as much they wanted to say yes a part of them was hesitant for some reason. The response the lovers received was time. The reader wants time to processes the confession because it was so confusing(?). Since the two lovers are mortals (even tho Cyno will be reincarnated again) while they are immortal, its impossible to love them when they are in a relationship. The modern doings are such a confusing endeavor (Reader is a BOOMER). Only time will tell. (I’m sucker for angst with happy endings ❤️)

This scenarios has been bugging me through the day. I hope this doesn’t bore you 🥹 And once again have a great time!

—ER💗

Hello there, my child! Aw your words are absolutely sweet but thankfully I don't have to worry about those things, but thank you very much for the encouragement!

And the generous compliments! As a fellow Albedo simp, I'm always happy when fellow simps read my works on him - and I'm glad you're also adoring my current works ah!

You have a great mind, holy crap, that is a lot! Also very ironic since I was writing for the next chapter of the Mirage series when you came! I like the idea of Greater Lord Rukkhadevata saving the half-adeptus definitely, I also love to think that to help them heal, they were placed in a long sleep. Since the chasm also connects to Sumeru, I think the dendro archon helped them as thanks for also fending off the creatures from her land <33

What if tales from the forest folk were made about them? Ohh what if the Valuka Shuna race were tending to their sleeping form back then? Perhaps Tighnari may have an idea on their connection to the Chasm tho not clearly, I think that kindness of the Dendro Archon, their people and Sumeru itself made the Reader feel quite at home in that region.

As for the Cylou one hhhh I'm a sucker for reincarnation arcs but I feel like Nilou is left out too much. How about we borrow from the previous brainrot with Vagabond anon and interchange Rukkhadevata blessing Kasala and Reader's love to the Goddess of Flowers instead? Like the Goddess had feelings for them too and had always wanted to be with them but she couldn't per lore matters, while the familiar and priest had always adored from afar since they're just mortals then?

You could also change the festival to them being officially appointed as Nahida's new right hand man just like Setaria was to Azar. I don't have many thoughts here since you already put a lot of great details here! But the boomer reader is so cute, I think the fun thing to come out of it is Cyno and Nilou showering them with love to get them to open up to the idea. Familiar reader must be touch starved, use it as an advantage!

It didn't bore me at all, actually I've been waiting for brainrots all day and this made me happy!

[thegreatarlecchina]

Wesley: WOW! It seems like a lotta people really enjoy the audiobook so far!

Zavy: How could they not!? I’m the main character!

Shura: It is quite nice, seeing all these lovely people.

Fairy Floss: Well I’ll be! They sure do swarm us like ants to honey! Right Mirage! Wait, Mirage? Where did they-

Mirage: *Clutching Ery in one arm while useing the other to hold their whittling knife menacingly* GET BACK YOU SAVAGES! BACK I SAY!

[elgamesh]

hottest male characters (VERY much self indulgent)

notes at the end :)

masterlist / other lists / main fandom list

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✧ ENDEAVOR | My Hero Academia

✧ Cole Cassidy | Overwatch

✧ Mirage | Apex Legends

✧ Sousuke Yamazaki | Free!

✧ Eraserhead | My Hero Academia

✧ Nie Mingjue | Mo Dao Zu Shi

✧ Jesus | The Walking Dead: New Frontier (Game)

✧ Ganondorf | The Legend of Zelda

✧ The Iron Bull | Dragon Age: Inquisition

✧ Mink | Dramatical Murder

✧ Haruki Nakayama | Given

✧ Shiro | Voltron

✧ Joe | SK8: The Infinity

✧ Trevor Belmont | Castlevania (Netflix)

✧ Momota Kaito | Danganronpa v3: Killing Harmony

✧ Foreign God | Ennead (manhwa)

✧ Harbor | Valorant

✧ Graves | League of Legends

✧ Carlos Oliveira | Resident Evil 3

✧ Pyramid Head | Silent Hill

✧ Ryu | Street Fighter 6

✧ Vamp | Metal Gear Solid

✧ Vincent Volaju | Cowboy Bebop: The Movie

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honorary mentions:

mauga, reinhardt, gabriel reyes (overwatch)

heracles, iskandar (fgo)

kaji (evangelion)

blanca (banana fish)

jayce (arcane/LoL)

tenma kenzo (monster)

barret (ffvii)

gladio (ffxv)

dick gumshoe (ace attorney)

kaeya (genshin impact)

nekomaru (sdr2), korekiyo (ndrv3)

mike (aot)

harwin strong (hotd)

jim hopper (stranger things, but tbf i’m just a big simp for davir harbour lol)

gilmore, caleb, fjord, mollymauk (critical role)

arthur morgan (rdr2)

geralt of rivia (the witcher)

leon kennedy, chris, nemesis (resident evil)

sebastian michaelis (kuroshitsuji)

mettaton ex (undertale)

griffith (berserk)

fandoms i’m NOT in / franchises i’m not familiar with:

apex legends

league of legends (besides arcane)

valorant

final fantasy

street fighter

the witcher (besides the 1st season of the show)

castlevania (besides the show)

cowboy bebop

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rambling bc i can: this is not done as an statement but merely to show the world my taste and how h0rny i am for middle aged men. it’s personal taste. i genuinely don’t even know some of these characters cause i haven’t played/watched/whatever they are from. this is not about how much i love them but about how hot they are so im just simping. that being said i do LOVE most of these characters very much and i consider them my babies, my baby girls, my daddies, my sluts, etc. even if most are +30 years old beefy and hairy men. i very obviously have a type, yes. shush. it’s not my fault i have good taste. if you don’t then keep it to yourself, cause frankly i couldn’t care less!!!

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[mrsdanirojas]

I regret to inform y’all that it worked

[kongkhoi]

back and forth

characters: scaramouche miniscule bitch boy, tartaglia triglyceride.

warnings: nsfw, harbinger reader.

a/n: oh boy this turned into sub scara whoops. also by no means do i simp for tortellini boy here, but the thought of blueballing him is enough to make my day

please how do you write smut because i’m aware this isn’t exactly smut

scaramouche:

you instantly have an unpleasant impression of scaramouche when you meet him. even if he’s acting nice with that persona of his, something feels wrong. it’s slightly unsettling

you don’t know what’s up in the beginning. unbeknownst to you, this is only the tip of the iceberg of what happens when you’re with him.

you get to know the man, realizing what he’s capable of. how he acts, and who gains his respect enough to treat them with an ounce of humanity. he’s sly and arrogant. not many things are worth his time, and you aren’t one of those things either.

your exchanges are witty and cleverly crafted, and when you’re not arguing, its passive aggressive insulted being hurled across the room. your conversations can easily escalate to you two trying to establish dominance over one another. at times, someone plays the “oh, you care about it that much? sad.” it never fails to piss either of you off.

but even with the unending bickering and hateful things you spew at each other, neither of you can deny the unmistakable tension between one another.

it’s been there from the start. the intrigue, the aggravation, the satisfaction. the confusion from said satisfaction. it’s been building and building and the air gets uncannily thin. but you’ve both been keeping your cool. as composed as you can get when you’re constantly at each other’s throats, besting each other in any way possible.

that is, until it can’t be dealt with anymore. it all spills over at one point, and the threshold for that has been more than met.

scaramouche has been patient. more so than usual, and for much longer than he’d usually allow. he’s a man of action, and one that doesn’t like to waste time. but you’ve been straining every ounce of patience he has, and not always in the way you’d expect.

your exchanges have always been carefully worded, and both of you are aware of it. the subtle innuendoes can’t me mistakes, can they? surely not from you. surely not from him, right?

so now you’re outside his current residence, and without even finishing the sentence, “i’d expect nothing less from you,” you’ve found yourself in a heated kiss with the man you were so foolishly insistent on abhorring mere seconds ago. his kisses are rough, and thus, so are yours. 

but you shouldn’t let yourself give into the sheer desire. not yet. you should make him seem like he wants something from you. control the situation, steer him to become the bitch craving sex. so you pull away from his face and chuckle.

“what’s that all about, hm?”

he’s breathing heavily with darkened eyes. “shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

“well if you ask me,” you trace a finger down his jawline and coo at him. “i’ve got you shut you up for once. it’s been far, far too long.”

he removes your hand from his face and snickers. “if we’re talking about waiting, i’ve been wanting to put you in your place for a very long while now.”

“well, i hate to break it to you, but we’ll have to see about that.” you trail your hands up the back of his head and lightly tug his hair, making him hiss. his head is tilted up and to the side, exposing his neck.

“you don’t seem to be stopping me,” you smirk as you lick the spot below his ear.

he fights back a shudder when you kiss and suck on his neck again, and before long, you’ve freed your hand from his hair to look at the entranced look on his face. but you’ve been shown no satisfaction. the moment you untangled your hand, he spun you around and trapped you between his arms. he grins.

“not so fast.”

you crash your lips into his before he gets to speak again, but he’s barely dazed. he’s more focused on the fact that you’re leaning into him so cutely with your back arched ever so slightly. he smirks into the kiss. his hands are on your back, gripping your hips slightly to gain just a bit more control.

upon your disadvantage, you drag your hands down from his neck, to his chest, to his crotch. you palm him through his shorts, knowing he can’t keep his hold on you if he wants to react properly to your ministrations.

he growls into the kiss and opens the door you’ve been pressed against, causing you to almost tumble into the room. he drives you onto the couch and pulls away from you, unbuckling his belt. you take this moment to pull him to your side and climb on top of his lap, straddling his now hard cock. he groans at the sudden pressure, gasping a little and the contact.

“put me in my place you said? you’ve got it confused.” you cup his face, making him grimace. “you’ve got the pretty face, but what comes out of your mouth ruins the image. what a shame.”

tartaglia:

nothing at work has been very interesting lately. stress is getting to you and things seem more and more tedious. you run into childe and he notices the evident.

“something the matter, comrade?”

“how would you like a duel? spar with me, let’s kill some time.”

you’re in an abandoned building with the eleventh harbinger. the space is restricted and well hidden. nobody would be able to disturb. so with him adamant that you make the first move, you advance towards him, displaying a faint mirage as a distraction. he doesn’t fall for it, expected from a fellow harbinger. but he doesn’t expect the speed of you attack from behind him.

“looks like i’ve underestimated you.”

you laugh. “i may be tired of the tsaritsa’s tedious assignments, but i’m not rusty yet. i’m still your senior. don’t miscalculate my abilities.”

a thrilling fight ensues. powerful attacks, cunning parries, quick evasions, solid blocks, he has it all. but so do you. the longer the battle goes on, the more you feel refreshed. the adrenaline rush of battle has you grinning like a madman.

yet you haven’t unleashed your most powerful attack. you need an opening.

its right after he slashes his electro sword. there.

you dispel a barrage of blows to him with one final shot. you’ve held back for the sake of fair game, so he isn’t injured too badly. he’s panting hard on the ground, defeated, but grinning. you hide your weapon away, bending down to grab the collar of his shirt. you know him pretty well to see what’s going on now.

“are you getting off on this?”

he doesn’t respond, which tells you more than you need to know. that certainly changes the mood.

you chuckle darkly, looking down on him. “oh tartaglia.” you crouch next to him and bring your face closer to his. “you certainly helped out with my.. problem. though i won’t be able to say the same for yours, unfortunately.”

you release your grip on him and walk away rejuvenated. watching you leave the building, he props himself back up smirking.

“well,” he hisses at the pain shooting up his arm. “you’re more than welcome.”

[peculiarlylost]

Amberprice Fanfic Compilation

To whom it may concern,

I've been felling quite shitty lately and nostalgia is the only thing keeping me breathing, therefore I'll be providing you the best Amberprice fanfic recommendation you didn't ask for.

Previous warnings before you proceed: a. Amberpricefield it's not my cup of tea, so you won't find any here; b. This was made completely based on my own literaly taste (don't come for me if you hated it all); c. I've been struggling with keeping my focus for long periods of time, that's why you won't find a lot of multichapter works here. I'm really sorry, but a long history requires a lot of brain cells and I've burned them all lately; d. Huge thanks for all the amazing authors who wrote this pieces, you've been doing Gods work; e. Fell free to recommend all types of Amberprice fanfic that I missed out. I've made this thinking that someone could be felling as shitty as I'm felling right now and could use some escape from reality to help cope with everything else.

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1. Buried Childish Qualities by Scorpion_Queen (https://archiveofourown.org/works/27196012/chapters/66428533) Amberprice + Summer Camp = pure nostalgia. This fanfic fells like those endless summer nights where you would stay up until dawn doing absolutely nothing simply cause you could. It reminds me a little bit of "Looking for Alaska" by John Green which only added for the nostalgia felling.

2. Castles in the Air by Scorpion_Queen (https://archiveofourown.org/works/19161673/chapters/45544687) When I started my marathon of reading Amberprice Fanfic until my eyes stopped working, something that really pissed me of was the over-the-top romanticization of Chloe and Rachel. For me, the beauty in their characters was the visible flaws, that's what made them "touchable". No one is completely good or bad (except Mark Jefferson, fuck him), and this author understood beautifully this assignment. Definelly a must read if you like the nuances of their relationship. Chloe and Rachel are actually Chloe and Rachel in this one.

3. Slumber Party Rules by Scorpion_Queen (https://archiveofourown.org/works/28055220) At this point you must think that I'm in love with Scorpion_Queen. Well, you're completely correct! It's been a while since I loved so much an authors work that I wasted long hours reading all their pieces. I couldn't thank Scorpion enough for that. Basically, this one shot involves a game of truth or dare from Max pov. It was very interesting seeing how other characters interpret the relationship between Chloe and Rachel.

4. Coward by Mogatrat (https://archiveofourown.org/works/11067531) Smut + Angst = pain. I'm a huge simp for authors that shows the ambiguous relationship between them. It's a very quick read, ideal for poop time (that's me trying to be funny).

5. Every Move Just for Herself by Mogatrat (https://archiveofourown.org/works/15923051) Mogatrat do a FINE job when the business is Smutt + Angst. Also, the internalized homophobia is *chief kiss*. This is a very quick read, so you know...

6. Pink Bubblegum by Danganphobia (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13155687) This one just fells like home. It's the type of reading that just fells right, you know? It's easy and uncomplicated. Do you remember how I said it that i hated over-the-top romanticization of Chloe and Rachel? Well, my hatred does not apply to this one. HAPPY ROMCOM AU Y'ALL. Just accept this gift without further explanation.

7. Yours by craashintome (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13210812) Another gift without further explanation. HAPPY ROMCOM AU Y'ALL!

8. Strawberry by Danganphobia (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12627669) Here's the thing: after a while, reading fanfic and pretending that the real world is a mirage got me quite happily alienated. Therefore, that's my excuse for all the fluffy one shots in a role. So, you know, enjoy yourself :)

9. Notice Me by lunargrrrl (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13505091) The format of this one fells like a poem. Honestly, I never thought that something like this would captivate me at all, but it definely did. Pleasant surprise to say at least.

10. So, You're a Fatalist Then? by Dandybear (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12434655) After I read this one, it took me a while to read another Amberprice Fanfic. I have this theory that most of us reads to live a life that do not belong to us. We have the privilege to simply escape. And I loved to escape the fact that Chloe and Rachel never left Arcadia Bay. This piece reminded me what actually happened.

11. Can't Complain About Much These Days by breezered (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13267965) Do you remember the cutscene in the end of Before The Storm where Chloe paints her hair completely blue? Well, I hope you do, because Rachel helps her out in this one. Believe me when I tell you that you need a little bit of fluffy after the last one.

12. Please Don't Be My Valentine by Ghost_In_The_Hella (https://archiveofourown.org/works/18082052) Conversation Hearts by Ghost_In_The_Hella (https://archiveofourown.org/works/29562945) No need to call me Santa or, in this case, Cupid (ba dun tss). Valentine's Day Special y'all!

13. Tonight I'll Lie Awake, Felling Empty by orphan_account (https://archiveofourown.org/works/4583376) If there was a Life is Strange Before the Storm part II, this piece would definely be a part of the plot. If you need more persuasion to read this masterpiece, I will leave you with this quote: "For Rachel, who doesn't believe in past regrets, it will probably be like it never happened."

14. Alright in the Evening (Baby With You) by breezered (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13214394) That's the euphoric felling that Rachel tried to describe to Chloe the night after the play, where everything is possible and running away is the easiest thing in the entire world. This piece fells light.

15. And the Forest Burned (You See Smoke) by breezered (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13153557) This one destroyed me in the most beautiful way possible. I've been staring at my computer screen for a embarassing amount of time trying to describe how this made me fell so I can indoctrinate you to also read it, but I'm failing horribly. Do you know that book that list 1001 things you have to do before dying? Well, if I've written that book, reading this fanfic would be one of those things. If that's not enough for you, stay with this GENIUS quote: "No, loving Rachel Amber doesn’t kill you. It never burns out, not really. Her absence doesn’t make the fire fade or dwindle, it stokes it and stokes it until the passion and the heat from loving a ghost burns you up and leaves you empty. You spend every second of every day painfully loving Rachel Amber until there’s nothing left for you to give, no more energy and no more attention." (I'm also in love with breezered. What can I say? I'm a whore).

16. The Way You Kiss me (Will Work Every Time) by breezered (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13343250) This author is just *chief kiss*.

17. Gone by orphan_account (https://archiveofourown.org/works/16579007) I've never seen a single soul in this Earth that doesn't love Smut + Angst. Have fun kiddos :)

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