#in the case of this universe :3c

[grailknightmonty]

scenes from astrakheins :: a word of warning

[st6rly]

❛ love me like how only you do. ❜

synopsis : 　 through every universe, every cycle of rebirth, he will always find you. in which kazuha loves all versions of you; in every timeline, every universe, every breath or non-breath he takes. 　 ╱ 　 word count : 　 1.7k

characters : 　 kazuha x gn!reader

categories : 　 fluff. mild angst. yearning. royalty au. country x city trope. hospital au. modern au. apocalypse & post-apocalypse aus. idol au. inanimate object / nature au?? lot's of aus. 8 + 1 fic.

warnings : 　rusty writing (it's been a hot minute my bad-). brief major character deaths. mention of blood / injury / violence / drowning. illness in characters + family members. fire. zombies. mentions / vague descriptions of death in general.

dedicated to : 　 @yuomizuu, from your stellaronhvnter secret santa :3c when i saw kazuha on your list, i jumped for joy; he’s one of my top genshin characters & im so happy to have an excuse to write for him! // playlist i was listening to while writing // art by @.mayu_mey on twt

In one universe, Kazuha bumps into you on the street. 

Bundles of scrolls and parchment spill from your arms, delicate writing muddied with dirt as the commotion on the street barely comes to a halt. Onlookers scowl and grumble, moving past without a second thought as you scramble to collect your things from the footpath, movements hastened by the spear-tips aiming your way. 

Cape a deep crimson with delicate fur trim, the Kaedehara family crest is embroidered on the back in gold thread. Kazuha always thought it was unnecessary to flaunt his status, preferring respect of the family name over awe of his wealth. But being a gift from a dear friend, he wears it more often than not. In cases like these, he wishes he hadn’t. Your eyes catch the glint of his garments, and you freeze, petrified.  

Lowering to a crouch, Kazuha waves away his guards with dimmissive hand, gloved hands working to collect fallen sheets. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, voice kind and with a smile. He holds out a scroll for you to take back. Your fingers brush his. 

“Yes…” you mutter back, somewhat sheepish. You quickly rise to your feet and offer him a bow. “My apologies, Your Highness.” 

“No need for it.” 

He offers to walk you to your destination. You decline. He insists. The two of you both make it to the library in quick succession, the others on the road making way the minute the red of his cape is seen. 

“This is quite unnecessary, Your Highness.” Kazuha looks over at you. You smile when he meets your eyes. “It was I who bumped into you. There was no need to escort me back.”

“Ah, but I wanted to.” 

It’s when you’re inside, the door closed behind you, that Kazuha stops to stare at where you’d once stood. His cheeks are rosy with warmth.  

“Are you alright, Your Highness?” one of the guards prods, hesitant. “You seem a bit… flushed.” 

“I’m more than alright.” 

The kingdom falls before he can see you again. 

Flames engulf houses and shops; fire starved and ravenous, it becomes a glutton as it licks up the side of the library. His horse whinnies and backs away when the heat gets to be too much, but Kazuha can’t seem to pull himself away from the sight. He needs to leave. He needs to leave. Run. Run. Run. Run—

Some part of him hopes you made it out unscathed, heart heavy as the shouts of enemy troops chase after him. You would’ve liked the palace archives, he thinks, salt trailing down ash-stained cheeks as the ruins disappear in the distance. 

—

In one universe, you’ve just moved from the city to the countryside. 

As your new neighbour, Kazuha took it upon himself to welcome you. The rest of the area had heard about your reasonings: a relative of yours who owned the house you’d be staying in has fallen ill. You’re here to keep things in order while they receive treatment. 

Basket full of fresh fruit from his own farm, he stands outside your door with a nervous frown. His heart beats erratically in his chest, pulse ricocheting off the bones of his ribs. It’s never like him to be so jittery when greeting others. Readjusting his grip, Kazuha sucks in a breath and knocks. 

You shout back, “Just a sec!” 

There’s a brief moment where Kazuha debates leaving, dropping the basket and running. He digs his heels into the ground. The door opens with a click. You smile and— 

Oh. 

He’s been here before, hasn't he? 

Cheeks turning a soft pink, he grins back, holding out the basket. 

“A little welcome gift,” he says, “from your new neighbour.” 

You take the basket from him; your fingers don’t touch his. Is it weird that he wishes they did? Kazuha comes back the next day, handing you a bunch of mail and a package. You invite him to stay this time. 

Kazuha swears he’s seen you before, that you moving wasn’t a coincidence judging by the butterflies that eat at his stomach lining. Whatever it is, you don’t remember him like how he thinks of you. 

You return to the city months later, leaving the confession on the tip of his tongue. 

—

In one universe, you are the wind that greets him every morning. 

The hospital room is stuffy, void of colour except for the stack of “Get well soon!” cards and deflating balloons shoved by his bedside. He misses the farm, he decides, the vast openness of the trees and fields. The smell of medicine had stung his nose at first; now it’s barely there. Kazuha stares out at the sunrise, smiling to himself when a familiar breeze slips through the crack of his window. Bathed in gold with the sun speckled in his hair, he strains an arm and grasps onto a well-loved notepad and pen. 

“One day,” he murmurs, voice airy as he jots down the date, “I’ll be out there too.” 

—

In one universe, you’re a birdhouse and he’s the bird. 

The seeds are kept well stocked; the shelter you provide is always dry. You both get swept away in a windstorm. 

—

In one universe, he is a star. 

Rubble and debris from what were once towering builds block any type of path you may have been able to venture. Despite the lack of them, the stench of walking death still permeates the air.  

“Shouldn’t have taken that shortcut,” you mumble, grunting when your foot catches on another root. 

The trees grow thicker and you swear you’ve passed this part of the woods already. You grumble a string of profanities, plopping down to the forest floor and leaning against the bark. You look up. 

“You’re here at least.” The words are soft, much too gentle for the atmosphere. Kazuha doesn’t respond. Can’t respond. “You’d scold me for scavenging this late. I know it.” 

The star grows brighter, as if laughing. 

— 

In one universe, Kazuha’s flesh can be tasted on your tongue. 

Tied up in the corner, your arms pinned behind your back, he sits about two metres away in front of you on a broken crate. The gun lays loaded in his lap. Eyes closed with his head down, fingers resting on the cool metal, Kazuha’s lips stretch into a thin line. 

“It’s not right,” he mutters, mainly to himself as you thrash in the corner, desperate to reach him. “It’s not my right to rob you of life.” 

You snarl in response. Eyes bloodshot and crazed, he wonders if you can still understand him. Would you plead for him to shoot you? Would you beg to be spared? Could he bear to do either? He’s going to be sick. 

“It’s not right,” he repeats, shaky hands curling in his lap. “It’s you and me. We haven’t come all this way just to end.” 

The world has taken enough from him. Kazuha refuses to let it take you too; not without him.  

He stands in front of you. The gun lays off to the side. 

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice screams at him not to fold. They wouldn’t want this, it wails, clawing at the walls of his skull. Another tells him, Do it. And so Kazuha undoes your binds, kisses you, smiles tearfully when your nails claw into his skin. Blood runs down his back, stains his tattered clothing. He hugs you. Your jaws clamp down on the junction of his neck and shoulder. His nose brushes against your jaw. 

“It’s ok,” he whispers to ears that cannot hear reason, hold tightening, “we’ll be ok.” 

—

In one universe, you two never meet. Not face-to-face at least. 

Kazuha smiles at the camera, holding up a peace-sign, before the view switches to another member on stage. The clip goes viral very shortly after its creation. You come across it one day. 

“An idol, huh…” you mutter. 

 You scroll away. 

— 

In one universe, he’s stuck behind a screen, a watcher to your world as you go through the motions of life. 

Fate isn’t his, but he can’t seem to mind. When his splash art first coloured your screen, when he first witnessed that giddy look in your eyes, Kazuha knew he was smitten. 

Even if you ult at the wrong times, run out of stamina in the middle of climbing, skip dialogue, Kazuha is there beside you. For every beginning, end, every plotline in between, he’s a staple of your team. 

One day, you stop logging in. It was gradual at first; daily tasks, some resin here and there, you’d skip a day then come back the next. A day turned into two. Then three. A week. A month. Kazuha still waits. It’s funny how his world comes to a standstill when you do. He hopes you’re doing well. 

—

In one universe, he is a leaf and you are a river cutting through the forest. 

He drowns in your embrace, waterlogged and swept away as you carry him down stream. If he had a conscience, Kazuha would do it again. 

—

In this universe, it’s finally Kazuha and you. (There is no need to say he loves you when his name is already beside yours.)

Kazuha watches as you pack up your things. He stands from his spot next to you, bag slung over his shoulder as he waits. Other students are already leaving the lecture hall, milling about as he admires you from this short distance. 

In this universe, it’s been Kazuha and you since birth. Friends since forever, it surprised no one when both of you confessed. It would be nice if every universe were like this. 

“You’re staring.” 

He blinks, hand finding yours automatically. You squeeze back. 

“It’s hard not to when you look like that,” he teases back. 

“C’mon, the winter festival is starting soon.” You roll your eyes. 

Foot catching on the chair, Kazuha steadies you before your books can fall out of your hands, giggling when you’re quick to apologize. 

“I had a weird dream last night,” he blurts out once you’re back to standing. 

“About me falling?” 

“More than that.” He traces your skin with his thumb, lost in thought before speaking again. “I’ll walk you back to your dorm. Drop off your stuff and all.” 

“Nah, I can just meet up with you.” 

Would it be nice if every universe were like this? That’s silly, he thinks with a smile. No world could make me love you less. 

“I insist.” 

notes : 　inspired by multiverse concepts, including “everything, everywhere, all at once,” arcane, the "do you think we're together in every universe?" trend, and this one poem i read that i can’t remember. this ended up being shorter than i thought it would be, but there are a lot of parallels between scenes and such so i hope those were caught! apologies if the prose doesn't flow too well TwT

[catboymoments]

BEHOLD- another little guy for the nextgen world! Meet Lucas, Vee and Masha’s human foster kid!! He’s very sweet but also very shy and tends to keep to himself, but he’s really happy to be with Veesha and be in the demon realm which, in his words, is “totally cool.” And of course he meets Bramble when he starts working at the restaurant, and well. :3c

I think that for a long time Luz, Gus and King have been working closely but on the low with the govt in the human realm to make exchange programs and crossrealm relationships a thing, so Lucas is the first crossrealm foster care situation and veesha is perfect for his case !!

(Also since bramble’s design was lowkey based off of Kevin from Steven Universe as I was designing Lucas I was like. Hey. Wouldn’t it be funny if.)

[glitchybitz]

*tries to clamber sneakily through your blog's window but misjudges the height and falls to the floor with a clunk* my dearest Glitch!!! this is a free gush pass for your newfound love of Mr. Ring-A-Ding | Lux Imperator...go on. tell us what you adore about him. anything that makes your heartbells sing!!! or anything fun about your little selfship? :3c

Ooh Ooh!!! AN ASK!! <3 Okay! There's not much I can say, because I have yet to set anything in stone, buT LET ME JUST SPLURGE A LITTLE: The moment I saw this little blue gremlin in a trailer on that.. other godforsaken website, it was as if the forces of the universe shot a flippin' beam from the heavens! I'll tall ya, I tried my damndest to deny it for a few days, and it seemed my closest friends were waiting it out. They knew. They ALL knew. Like, they had the fancams, screenshots and his goofy little song and dance in gifs on hand and at the ready! Oh, I was foolish, though, to deny this little charmer's, well.... charm. It's always the ones that are morally ambiguous. The ones that, on the outside, look innocent and unassuming with their goofy smiles and wacky antics, only to become everyone's problem in the end! A trickster! A menace! But that seems to be the case for Lux, not entirely "Mr. Ring-A-Ding"... I can get into that another time, though~ I'd just come up for a Ship name for my self insert and ol' Mr. Ring, that may be subject to change, but it was just so perfect in the moment. LiveAction might just take off from there. The most I've thought up for my self ship, is that Mr. Ring-A-Ding (assuming he adopts the more innocent side of the cartoon himself rather than "Lux Imperator") would be positively enamored with the look and feel of the human body. All he's known is 2 dimensions, and depth & perspective (despite what he said in the episode XD) is a hot topic for him. Perhaps, like The Doctor and Belinda... He can start gaining depth... As for my self insert, I'd hate to just make her a "piece of arm candy" for Ring to swoon over constantly, though nothing is inherently wrong with that. I've been thinking about bringing her into the world and giving the poor gal some backstory. For now, she's literally just me, but I might have some things to bring to the table to make her less, dare I say, flat. To end this off, though, I adore everything about Ring and the fanbase he's garnered over just a week just by being him. The design, animation, and the voice talent married perfectly to create this little ray of mischievous sunshine, and I'm excited to see more creative works from fellow artists and SI/OC x Canon mutuals.

[ivyoaknut]

I've finally made a meet the artist guys. Guys. Computer? Can you hear me Computer?

Hihihi Tumblr!! I'm Ivy!! :3c I go by they/them and I'm an enby! (I'm still trying to figure out what works for me TwT) I have a pronouns.page if anyones interested!

I am also a minor! I don't mind interacting with adults but please keep it in mind! Everything on my blog is sfw! :D

This is my main & art blog! I try to post art here when I can though I am very slow :'] My reblog blog is @theotherivyoaknut! >:D

More info under the cut:

I am very VERY open to making new mutuals or friends! I really wanna interact with more people but I worry too much about coming off as too strong ;-; Feel free to tag me in things even if we aren't moots, trust me it will make me so happy and I will love you forever<3 Any interactions will make me giggle & kick my feet with joys. My DMs are always open if you want to talk!

This blog is a safe space for everyone!! (LGBTQ+, Systems, Furries, Therians, Otherkins, Objectums, etc.) You're all supported here!

Okay not EVERYONE I still have a DNI ;-; Pretty much the basic (No Racists, Sexists, Homophobes, Transphobes, Xenophobes, Proshippers, etc.) Basically, just be a decent person and respect others TwT

More about me!! (Idk how much I should put):

I am a professional overthinker and I can get stuck on the simplest things, my mind is an enigma

I am very socially inept and have trouble fully opening up to people, but I'm getting a bit better!! To those who I have opened up to, just know that you guys mean everything to me<3

I have a bit of gamedev experience! I've been learning things in Godot recently and I might try to participate in a game jam sometime soon! I still have a bit to learn though :3c

I'm in quite the bit of fandoms! I've listed the BIG ones in my meet the artist (Slay the Princess is my current hyperfixation it's so good guys go play it please guys go go!!) but some others that aren't up there include Rain World, Steven Universe, Celeste, Dweller's Empty Path, ENA, Madoka Magica, Mob Psycho, My Little Pony, Webfishing, and The Owl House!

I have an artfight.net, I participate every year and I'll try to revenge everyone who attacks me! I may not get to everyone though TwT

I post all of my OC stuff on Toyhou.se but it's still pretty messy over there I need to fix up my page still, I have a bunch of ocs that I haven't put up there just yet :]

My discord is ivy.oaknut just in case you don't wanna communicate through Tumblr! Just be sure to tell me who you are!

Idk what else to say so uhh here take some snake pics

[doodleimprovement]

Shiz Babysitters AU: The Aftermath of a Twister

Premise: How Fiyero found Dorothy

Characters: Fiyero, Dorothy, Boq

AO3 Link: Read Here!

Author Notes: It begiiiiiiiins :3c

If you asked Fiyero Tigelaar what his talents were, he’d tell you it was “enjoying life” 

If you tried instead to ask about his aptitude, he’d reply with a grin and a glib joke about his attitude. 

If, in your growing frustration, you ask him if he was good at anything that mattered, he’d say that nothing does. 

These were all lies, obviously, because everyone is good at something! 

Prince Fiyero however, preferred lowered expectations. Under-promise? Over-deliver!

That’s why he was skipping class! Not because math made him feel actually stupid

Nope. Not at all. 

Besides, he needed to see what the forest around Shiz looked like after that wild storm last night. 

His roommate said it was a rare phenomena called a “twister”, and that they were often omens - often carrying magic within them. 

And a part of Fiyero - the curious part he rarely indulged in - urged him to see whatever this so-called twitter had brought to Shiz. 

As he started his rather casual exploration, he took in what differences he could notice. There weren't a lot, but if you knew where to look, you could tell something blew through. 

Some trees were stripped of their leaves, a few branches hanging on by a thread, and - pointedly - a distinct lack of any lower-case animals wandering around. That meant the storm had gotten pretty nasty on the ground. 

Fiyero wondered if he should have brought Feldspur with him - if only for the company. 

But then his eyes caught something that definitely had not been there on his last nature walk. 

Wood - Planks - A Wall?

As it came into view, he realized it was some small shed-like structure. Two meters on one side, a little less on the other, with some splintered wood at the bottom, showing it was forcibly moved. Comically, the door was closed. 

“Huh… Did the twister bring this here?” He muttered to himself, before hearing something go THUNK! causing him to jump. 

Oh, sweet Oz, was there something inside??

There was a little noise, it didn’t sound like an animal, or an Animal… 

At a bit of a loss for what to do, he… knocked. 

“Uhm, hello? Is someone in here? Something?” 

The door rattled, and then slowly opened. 

There was nothing at Fiyero’s eye level. His eyes traveled down… down.. Until he made eye contact with a pair of brown, very human, eyes. 

Oh, oh there’s a child in here!! 

“Hello there! You probably shouldn’t be here, hm?” 

The little girl staring up at him looked rather disheveled, in a young child’s dress with a dirtied gingham pattern and high neckline. Her hair was in some unkempt braids tied with what looked like twine. She was only wearing one shoe. 

Fiyero didn’t need to use much deep thought to figure out that she wasn’t from around here. 

She wasn’t saying anything. He could see the fear in those big eyes. 

Taking a page from his nanny’s book, he took a second to get down on one knee so he was no longer towering over the girl. 

“You’re not from around here?” He offered, and she shook her head. “Well, do you know where you are?” She shook her head again “You’re near Shiz University, in Gillikin?” 

Her confused expression was not a good sign. 

“Huh, you’re a long way from home then! Shiz is all the way in Central Gillikin, so if you don’t even recognize that name you must be from far off!” He explained, keeping his tone light. “So, where are you from then? Vinkus?” 

She shook her head. 

“Munchkin Land?”

She shook her head again. 

“Quadling Country?”

She giggled a little at the name, expression seeming calmer as she shook her head once more. 

“Heh, it is a bit of a funny name, isn’t it?” He admitted “But those are all of the major provinces here in Oz… Where are you from then, if you don’t mind me asking?” He offered the little girl a smile, and her hands finally left the door, going to grab onto her dress 

“... Kansas” Her sweet little voice rung out, a little hoarse, a little nervous “Been raised in Topeka but I’d been moved t’Butler County” 

Oh. Wow. Fiyero hadn’t heard of any of those places. He pondered, briefly, if he shouldn’t have skipped geography, but then remembered that he knew every major province in Oz as a necessity of being a prince, and there was no way that if she was of Oz, that he wouldn’t have heard of at least one of those places. 

“Well… I’ve never been to this ���Can-Sass” you speak of” He started “Nor of a “Toe-peek-ah” and the only butler I know is the one at my family castle in Vinkus” 

“... Castle?” 

Hah. Just as he planned. 

“Castle! I’m a prince, you know!” 

She shook her head “Uh-uh, I don’t know!” 

Happy to get her talking more, he took a chance to stand up “Well, that’s because I haven’t introduced myself!” He bowed as low as he could possibly go, comically so, and was pleased when he got his desired reaction of giggles. 

“Prince Fiyero Tigelaar of the Vinkus!” He popped his head back up to look at her “And to who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” 

She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, with a little - and very adorable - smile on her face “My - My name’s Dorothy” 

“Dorothy. Ah! What a lovely name! Dorothy of Kansas: has a ring to it, wouldn't you say?” 

Shrugging her one shoulder, she looked around the forest they were in, and Fiyero pointedly noticed that the animals were starting to return. While this forest was mostly harmless for the adult students at Shiz, it was no place for children. 

Fiyero may be a fool, but he was not heartless. 

“Now, Little Miss Dorothy!” He caught her full attention again “As a fancy prince with good manners, I cannot - In good conscience! - leave a fair young lady by herself!” He got another giggle from her as he waved his hand around before offering it “I’m sure you don’t wanna stay in the forest, do you?” 

She seemed to take a look around the fantastical forest, and gave a shake of her head again, taking his hand. Her little hand was completely enveloped in his. Fiyero wondered if all kids were this tiny and adorable - not like he spent a lot of time with children. 

“Wher’ we goin?” She asked meekly. 

“Well, I’m gonna walk you over to the school I'm going to!” He explained “There’s a lot of people there that can help you out. Certainly you would like to return to this “Can-Sass”” 

She nodded “Mhm, uh-huh. My Auntie Em gotta be lookin’ f’r me” She contemplated. 

“Your auntie? She watches you?” 

Dorothy nodded again as Fiyero started leading the way with her in hand “Her an’ my Uncle Henry” 

“Ahh aunt and uncle. Watching you for your parents - awful nice of them!” 

Dorothy went quiet at that, not responding to him. When he looked down at her, she was starting at the forest floor. Her hand was limp in his. 

Oh. Okay. Parents are a bad topic. Abort - Abort! 

“Say - does Can-sass have universities?” 

“Huh?” 

“Does your land have big schools like Shiz? Do you perhaps go to one?”

She looked back up at him at the question “I don’t go to school yet. Auntie Em says I don’t gotta go till next year. I was s’posed to go this year, but that was in Topeka…” 

“Is Topeka different from Butler County?” He questioned, and she nodded - sure did like to nod and shake her head, didn’t she?

“They’re very different, Mister Prince F’yero” 

“Care to try to explain to me? I know nothing of your strange foreign land!” He grinned “Please, do explain!!” 

“Uhh, uhm, well, Topeka…” 

She didn’t use a lot of big words, and there was some humming to fill space, but it got her talking, and that was what he wanted to get that sad little expression off of her face. 

Once they got to Shiz, he’d find a professor and hand her off so one of the faculty could get her taken care of. Easy! His good deed for today. 

It was a good thing the girl was so charming, he would certainly remember her fondly

--

Boq Woodsman had what could generously be called mixed feelings on his roommate. 

On the one hand, he was a prince, coasting through his life. 

On the other hand, he was actually a pretty decent friend, all things considered. 

He wasn’t being a good friend now, what with missing for most of the day, but that wasn’t currently relevant. 

What was relevant was his roommate, showing up wearing a hooded cape with a child clinging to his leg. 

“.... Hello there, Boq” Fiyero’s fake smile overtook his face “This is Dorothy!” 

The little girl, looking a little disheveled and missing a shoe (though she didn't seem bothered by it) gave him a shy wave from behind Fiyero’s leg. 

“.... Fiyero- Why is there a child here?” 

“Ah, yes, the why. Can I delay that question while we get out that cot under your bed?” The prince took off the cloak after he shut the door to their dorm room, and hung it up right on the hooks. “Dorothy could use a rest - we’ve had an eventful afternoon, haven’t we?” 

She nodded up to him, staring at the prince like he hung the moon, which made Boq roll his eyes. She did look tired, and clearly there was a story here. 

“Fine. Fine.”The munchkin stood up from his desk “But you better explain everything” 

“You have my word, friend - Are you ready for a little rest, Little Dot?” 

Boq sighed, marching over his bed and pulling the cot out, mentally preparing himself for whatever ridiculous story his roommate was about to tell him. 

It’d be interesting, if nothing else. 

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hi hi! I am working on a character design for one of my beloved blorbos, who is an older Black woman (canonically her age is never specified because time in-universe is Weird but I’m assuming approximately somewhere in/near her 80s?). I’ve got most of her design figured out but am debating over a bunch of different hairstyles for her, and if you’re open, would love to hear any ideas of what you’d enjoy seeing in designs of greying Black hair specifically! (Some relevant character info: she was not raised by any Black people (or. presumably any responsible adults in general, as she accidentally got stuck in a different reality) and also grew up poor. however, by the time she’s introduced in the story, she’s presumably had a lot of time to figure out at minimum the basics of hair care. Also, I think she has 3c-4a hair? and for the sake of visual clarity and not looking TOO much like her dad (which, for angst purposes, is kinda necessary oops lol) probably either 1. doesn’t have locs and/or 2. just generally keeps her hair short. her dad has very long well-maintained locs)

Also, regardless of whether you have any particular advice in this situation, I’m pretty much here just to thank you for all the amazing incredible work you put into this blog :> it seems like a lot of very difficult work and I really appreciate the time and effort you put into helping people create well-written (or drawn in this case lol) Black characters, and it’s personally helped me a lot both in my art process and also reframing my perspective on how I interact with the Black people around me. It’s also been a wonderful jumping-off point and I’m excited to continue to learn :> 🐱🐈 <- kitty cats for you because idk how to end asks 😅

Just give her a short, silver curly afro 😅 and thank you for your support 🙏🏾

[antariies]

how to build a chair........... director's cut ∠( ᐛ 」∠)__ this is about to be a very long very self-indulgent post where i just talk about my own writing. i also doodled on all the pages i think it makes the whole thing more fun to go thru. welcome to my ted talk

SIKE before i begin. credit where credit is due, this post was the start of it all. it changed my brain chemistry my jaw was dropped i was in awe i was obsessed and before i even finished it i knew that i would eventually have to make something similar for the commander or else i would be cursed to think about it for the rest of my life. and i Was cursed for like two years every day i would just be like........ is today the day i sit down and draft the commander chair fic of my dreams....... maybe tomorrow......

and then i got accepted as a writer for the gw2 zine ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ the chair idea was actually my backup option in case my first idea didn't pan out, and thank god it didn't, bc this one worked so much better. (still working on my initial idea, just turning it into a full fic! it was wayyy too long to be a zine submission.)

this is the chair i used. i downloaded the assembly instructions and tried out a bunch of different free pdf editors until i found one i liked, which ended up being sedja. if anyone's interested in doing something like this, i recommend printing out the pdf and writing directly on it! it was a lot easier for me to just figure out everything on paper first and then digitalize it after :P here's a picture of my physical copy

okay actually getting into it for real this time !!!!!

1. yeah i could've just erased the ikea logo and left a blank space but then i realized i could turn it into an in-universe joke. and then i ran with it.

2. i ripped this straight from the product description on the website. thanks ikea

3. i'm not sure if anyone went and looked it up, but it's a real item code!

hehe :3c

4. if your commander willingly goes to therapy i'm happy for them but TO ME? you'd have to drag the commander kicking and screaming. it's not that they don't know that something is wrong with them, they know, and they know YOU know. you're just never supposed to talk about it. they don't look at their own psych eval results bc that's none of their business.

5. i normally avoid specifying the commander's race when i write them bc i enjoy the challenge, but for the zine i was assigned to write about a norn commander! as a human main i was uhhhh very ill-equipped. but that just meant i had to study up on my norn lore (•̀ᴗ•́)و i spent hours on the wiki, then went around interviewing norn mains for their opinions, which was great fun :D it all helped me narrow the focus of my piece: joining the war on commander objectification on the side of commander objectification (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ and no one self-aggrandizes quite like the norn commander!

and to balance that i knew my narrator had to be patronizing as shitttt. they've clearly been following the commander since the beginning and seem to know a lot of intimate details about their life, despite not thinking very highly of them. wonder who that could be :3c

6. i can't stop making references. so the original part number is actually #122620 in the manual but i've changed it here (and on the previous page!) to #082812, as in 08/28/12, the date gw2 was released! no real reason for it, @dalennaugw suggested it for funsies and i liked it. if you're my pal and i show you a wip and you have a cool idea for it, chances are i Will put that shit in. hi dale if you're reading this

7. another thing about me. i loveeee repetition. here the word "over" is repeated four times to match the picture. honestly a lot of the creative process for this piece was just staring at the pages and figuring out how to tie the pictures to the commander in ways that weren't extremely corny or trite. idk why i enjoy writing like this when i could be frolicking in the beautiful prosaic meadows of a word doc instead but. it's like i see a tiny little restrictive box and i'm like OH BOY can't wait to think inside of that thing!!! i like when the format matters just as much as the content and in some cases informs the content. am i making any sense here. well all you need to know is that i'm a virgo and my favorite book is house of leaves

7. aw fuck just realized i wrote 7 twice. whatever i'm not changing it this is 7 part two now. the theme of my piece is glory, what it means to the norn commander, and how far they're willing to go for it.

8. does norn culture place emphasis on seeking individual glory Yes are norn also very community-oriented Also Yes. i think it's common to see norn kids napping together in a big pile, usually after they've worn themselves out playing games outside. it makes sense practically (apes together warm) and socially (pack bonding good) but that's just my hc. growing up i used to share a bed with my cousins all the time so it's normal to me.

a young, naive not-yet-commander, with no real combat experience, has no point of reference to compare a "blaze of glory" to. but the way everyone talks about it, it must be a good thing. a wonderful thing. a reward fit for a life well-fought and a legend hard-earned. so they imagine it must feel like falling asleep surrounded by the people they love, who love them in turn.

9. .........i was playing a lot of ace attorney when i wrote this page. i wish i was joking 👍🏼

10. ohhh shit the truth come OUT this whole chair thing was all a ploy just so i could write about the departing. again.

will i ever stop thinking about her. reply hazy, try again later.

11. out of all the pages, this one has the most emphasis on text placement, like comparing the enlarged picture of the screw to a sword, the numbers counting the screws, and "up up up" being arranged to mimic a wisp of smoke.

i also wanted to lean into the viking/norse mythology influences with my word choice.

12. more nods to norn culture. i didn't know they referred to the six human gods as "spirits of action" until i was doing the research for this piece :O

and the domain of the lost is called a hall of ghosts....... cause valhalla.....

13.

i'm sorry this so funnyyy. SAYS the guy who literally clawed their way back to life for a rematch.

me when i'm in a sore loser competition and my opponent is the COMMANDER!!!

14. arms as in "limbs" and also arms as in "armaments" :•]

15. haha get it because the picture makes it look like there are two mirrored speech bubbles while the text paints two opposing interpretations of the norn commander. one that's selfless and humble versus one that's selfish and vainglorious.

16. and the best part is IT DOESN'T MATTER which one is true bc at the end of the day no matter what their motivation, balthazar is dead by their hand. ofc i'm of the opinion that the most compelling interpretation of the commander is both, simultaneously. contradictions are good for the soul.

17. i could've name-dropped kas, the only person present that would do something like that, but i felt it was better to leave it ambiguous.

18. low-hanging fruit. the metaphor was so obvious here but i had to do it. for the culture

19. the alternate title for this piece was "THIS COULD BE GLORY". "how to build a chair" was only supposed to be a placeholder title til i figured out a better one, but the innocuousness of it grew on me. also i came up with the other one too late and had already advertised under the chair title lol

20. my first instinct was to end it with something more reassuring, like "what you have built so far is enough" but that would've been an ooc switch-up for a narrator who has been nothing but snide and detached this whole time. gotta stick to my guns

21.

obligatory chair joke as the last line. for realsies though it’s meant to be an earnest appeal to the commander to take a break, to have a seat, but it’s also a challenge. are they willing to lean on their friends? are the bonds they’ve forged strong enough to hold their weight? are they willing to put their faith in someone else’s hands? are they brave enough to try? well. only one way to find out.

also guess what that wasn’t even the real last page of the manual. it's THIS

but no way i was letting this be the image we ended on. IT LOOKS LIKE A DICK AND BALLS!!!

and on that note, THANK YOU if you made it this far!! a very special shout-out to @hawkepockets, my lovely boyfriend and beta reader, without whom this piece would not be nearly as polished. i would bring him pages to look over and he would say Scrap half of those lines you can do better than that. kill your darlings. i would complain and argue for a few minutes then we would revise. rinse and repeat until we had honed this thing to perfection. i can't stress enough the importance of having a second pair of eyes on your work throughout your creative process, even better if it's someone who challenges you. i don't even pay him 🫶🏼

and if there was anything i didn't cover that you still have questions about, please feel free to shoot me an ask! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ thanks for reading! see u later dudes ;P

[nights-at-crystarium]

Fragments - episodes 36-40 author notes

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

I didn’t need to spend so much screentime on Titania fight, yet it was a fun personal challenge. I’d never written/drawn a cohesive fight scene before. The scripted ingame instances don’t leave much room for imagination, I wanted to stay away from the fourth wall, and make up a more immersive scene. How do you even make it look mildly interesting? You’d think, well, characters will just flail at each other until one of them dies, right?

So yeah the biggest challenge was creating the ebb and flow. What affects Vivi’s actions? Why wouldn’t he just murder Titania like any other opponent, and be done with it? I threw in a generous amount of inner pov (that I previously used very sparingly) and some silly tricks. The stakes are high, yes, it’s a Lightwarden vs WoD encounter, but Titania still retains their playful personality above all else. Vivi's here just to do his job, but he also knows that he's dealing with a fae.

The msq makes Titania stand out among other wardens, I capitalized on that and hc’d that they’re important to Feo Ul, and, by proxy, to Vivi. That instantly provided some emotional stakes, and an answer to why he doesn’t rush to kill them out of the door.

Vivi enters the castle in episode 35, and mostly runs in circles, analyzing his enemy, and even falls victim to illusions. This could’ve been it for him, but I daresay it worried none of us because we’re just at the beginning of a story about this guy, he’s THE guy in this universe not for no reason, he’ll manage.

No deep meaning behind "grasshopper", I just thought it's a bizarrely precise descriptor of both Vivi's long legs and dragoon jumps, and it fits the natural theme of the fight.

Vivi didn’t go in unprepared.

This line will be relevant again in like, 5-7 years from now :’>

More under the cut~

He always, always doubts everything, especially when it comes to his level of power. Self-nerfing. A light (heh) case of an impostor syndrome.

Everyone loved the bonk for meme reasons, Vivi simply bought himself some time to cast.

The Rainbow Sparkles of Believing in Yourself! And of something else, perhaps. I’m planting quite a bit of stuff for future, this one should take a mere year or so to pay off.

I hope this pose’s enough of a hint that you shouldn't be taking episode 37 too seriously.

Yes, he used his spear to ~cast~. And took a sailormoon pose. This's his, monoclass dragoon’s, interpretation of what the caster magic’s probably like.

Offscreen, Titania comes to their senses and shrills “so you wanna play rough?!”, Vivi ignores them, concerned with only one thing: did he succeed? How did the test of his custom spell go?

It only worked out because the both of them are idiots.

I like to emphasize that Fragments isn’t about retelling the msq, or big epic battles, but here, where I actually put my heart into it, I feel like I managed to pull off at least one epic beat you’d typically see in an action-focused comic. Super proud of this panel ;w;

This’s a standard panel divider I’ve used multiple times before, but it couldn’t be more visually appropriate here :3c

So, to recap. Vivi asks Titania if they miss the night sky. They do. Vivi brings the night sky to them, and lo, something actually happens. I illustrated this “something” as one of their eyes getting sort of cleansed here. This story suddenly takes a mahou shoujo (shounen, heh) turn, I appreciate that it may cause some eyebrows to raise, but I think it’s okay to take creative liberties like this in a story themed around identity, agency, and believing in yourself. If Titania’s so strong as to retain a tiny bit of their old self, to cohesively partake in a simple convo, then why can’t they return, even if for a brief moment, given the proper assistance.

An appropriate reaction to the wild bs that’s going on. Imagine inventing the tale of WoD in the First, only to witness THIS.

As about Vivi, he can save a soul when he genuinely cares for it. We haven’t seen him do this before. He does it for Feo Ul explicitly, implicitly as a self-reflection. He’s projecting so hard after realizing that Titania looks like him. He wishes for them what he'd wish for himself: to rest, to be treated with care and consideration. They don't only look like him, they're also unfree, tortured by something. Empathy or not, this’s the kindest fight Vivi’s ever fought.

I’m iffy about the canon talents that come with the Echo. You can understand any sentient creature, okay. What happens when you speak, does the other party feel the difference between that soulspeak and their native tongue? Does it feel off? Does it offend? I incorporated my own misgivings into Vivi’s thoughts about his Echo. He doesn't use soulspeak here out of respect and concern that Titania might not react well to it, throwing the entire plan out of the window. Thus he memorized quite a bit of fae words before the fight. This’s his way to mark himself as one of their people, or at least to show that he truly cares.

STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE 41

Vivien Doubter Rell. Also yay first nod!

Embracing his new duty, and possibly giving Titania the hug they deserve.

Look HE’S OKAY. For now. I just thought the hiccup would be a cute way to acknowledge the terrible power he’s just absorbed. The canon cutscene moves on unblinking, but here’s different.

Bracing himself for confrontation. Things might go awry. Or might not. Vivi doesn't know. Worst case scenario: this’s the end of his sweet lil friendship with Feo Ul. Do they like him, or a Titania-lookalike in him?

“Oh bugger...” big pets come with big responsibilities, my dear Feo Ul.

Just to reinforce his fae-ness.

Vivi had full control in this fight. Analyzed the enemy, successfully tested some crazy tricks, managed to have a heart-to-heart that resulted in getting a permission to kill Titania not with violence, but with mercy. So much could’ve gone wrong, but just didn’t. Vivi’s used to this, even if he constantly doubts everything, this’s how it always goes. He’s being flung at tasks with abysmal odds, somehow he emerges victorious.

I just like this panel so much okay.

This arc may feel slow, but it gives depth to Vivi and Feo Ul's relationship, and seeing them together in later episodes will spark even more joy.

Even after a warm moment they’d just shared, Vivi’s still wary. I broke out an analysis of what external influence, pressure to change means to him, please read this post if you missed it. YEAH TAGS AS WELL.

His expression here is an attempt to downplay the anxiety and swing the odds in his favor. What if Feo Ul insists and throws a tantrum? What if he has to become Titania right now, and there’s no way around this? Let’s make puppy eyes just incase, maybe that helps.

One more personal fav panel. There’s SO MUCH in this look. They’re on a threshold, about to become something else on Vivi’s behalf. Because they love him so much. They’ve instantly become friends because they don’t want anything from each other, just the company. Feo Ul’s such a breath of fresh air for Vivi, a new hope in a new world, where he’s (comparatively) a nobody, where people still have the potential to love him for who he is as a person. This’s why our crimson pixie gets so much screentime.

Vivi really said XD

The next few episodes wrap up the Il Mheg arc, and focus on good vibes and celebration. ShB follows a rollercoaster formula where it makes you smile at something nice and sweet only to whack you in the face right after, and I’m trying to do the same :3c

As always, thanks for reading~

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

RARE PAIR WEEK DAY 3: "...and they were roommates!"

Normal Fantasy Dude Tucker x Divine Donut for the alt universe prompt :3c

Writing for the au below the cut!

Lavernius Tucker was not entirely sure how he got here, but he couldn’t be mad about it. He wasn’t a pious man. He wasn’t exactly the most devout follower of the gods. Honestly, he suspected the only reason he was allowed into the temples, into the inner chambers, was because of the sword he carried. Just his luck he found the damn thing, right? Right. Luck.

“Tucker? Is everything okay?” The Oracle asks, and Tucker grins. He may not be a religious man, but he is a damn lucky one. Evidence? Right here- the Oracle himself, divine figure of fate and fortune, the one who strikes true and sees through time itself. One of the fucking gods.

“I’m good, Donut,” Tucker answers, because fuck yeah he was on a casual name basis with a fucking god. Then he leans in, and presses a warm kiss to the side of Donut’s mouth, because he was also the god’s lover. Suck on that, everyone who said he’d never amount to anything. 

“You sure? If we need to stop-” Donut fusses, because that’s what he does. Over ten feet of pure divine power, and he worries like a sheepdog over kittens.

“I know our watchword, Donut,” Tucker says, stealing another kiss. Donut’s hands are warm around him, and they’re not really doing much (this time, at this moment, at least) but the gentle brush of Donut’s fingers against Tucker’s hair make it really hard to focus on anything except relaxing into that touch. Donut hums with a pout on his lips and Tucker shifts his weight so he’s kneeling as he leans up to wrap an arm around the back of Donut’s neck. If he asked, Tucker had the excuse of playing with the long hair that floated around Donut like a halo. But it turns out, the god of fate and fortune had a hard time reading people. All of time and space? Sure, no biggie, like reciting a story you’ve heard your entire life. But people? Their expressions, their body language? Donut was utterly blind to it. It was endearing, in a very strange surreal way. It made him so…well. Human. Tucker runs his fingers through the thick locks of Donut’s hair, watching the small motion ripple out to the ends where it faded to soft gold. 

“I was just thinkin’, ya know? About how lucky I am,” Tucker grins wider, and Donut looked some awkward mix between curious and embarrassed. He thought he was sooo subtle. “Lucky to survive some of the shit I’ve seen, lucky to find this sword, lucky to be assigned to your temples…” 

Tucker pauses and lets his other hand slide down Donut’s shoulder, over the soft silk-like fabric of his tunic. Donut’s good eye, the one that witnesses the present world around him, follows the motion as best it can. When he can’t watch Tucker’s hand, Donut turns his attention to watching his face.

“Right…lucky,” Donut repeats, and Tucker loves watching the blush creep up into the god’s pointed ears. He just makes it so easy!

“Mhm,” Tucker is leaning in again, Donut watching him intently, but he isn’t done talking just yet. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think someone with some strings to pull was watching out for me. Nudging things to go just so, yeah? Making sure I’d end up in the right place, at the right time,”

“Would it bother you? If that were the case? Cau-cause I’m sure if it was- and I’m not saying that it is- I’m sure he-I-they’d only have your best interests at heart. But if you wanted them-him-them to stop-” Donut stumbles over his words, and Tucker lets him, for a beat, before he laughs.

“I don’t mind. I like having luck on my side, after all. Best kind of company there is, from what I heard. Besides, Luck is pretty damn cute, especially when he gets all flustered,”

“I- you- Tucker!”

Lavernius Tucker was not a devout or pious man. He was, however, a damn lucky one.

[cconfusedkat]

Spooky month means spooky ideas and spooky ideas ??? Lead to AU's!! >:-D i was dwelling on it for a few months and wasn't really sure on how i wanted to create this up?? But nonetheless i managed :-]

"Vampyres of the Old Faith" is an AU centered around the sudden uprise of vampyr (which are the Bishops in this case) and the vampyre hunters intend to stop this revolt before it gets any worse !! This takes place in the eaaaarly 2000's ,,, so it's a modern au ,,, and is a little funny to consider that the vampyr are Old as hell and arent adapted well enough to modern society 😭😭

YIPPEE Now that i got that down here are the four main vampyres :-3c there is a Green Coven, Golden Coven, Blue Coven, and Purple Coven. Each vampyre is able to shapeshift into smaller forms—like how a vampyre can change into a bat—these four can turn into different animals !! Theyve all been alive for different amounts of time, yet 300 years ago they all managed to find eachother and create a pact of vampyr covens!!

Leshy is Def known as the cruelest and invasive one,, he does happen to be the only one to mess with the shaping and mirroring of reality,,,, which honestly is concerning the most 😭 throughout history people have claimed they've seen "a big tree creature walking and taking people's skin" ,,,, So the eldritch rumors are NOT very helpful for him-

Originally i wanted to give heket a hellhound form but i actually liked the snake form better :-] !! Deciding her outfit was a little complicated but ,,, i think it turned out well ? Hekets known for being the most angry and cold vampyre. Despite , yknow, using fire magick . HELP

Kallamar o kallamar !!! She is a siren and she stays only in the water :-) if her siblings needs to speak to her then they make sure to have a water circle in the middle of their meeting room so they can all talk with her there,,, kallamar is known for her manipulative tactics and ways of persuasion which help her catch and convert people into vampyrism

Lastly is our main coven leader Everyone knows that built up the ideas for a vampyre uprising would be none other thann Shamura 👍👍👍 known for their sadistic self and invincibility , using wind magick to get away with a variety of things in a literal snap of a finger ,,, because of being a vampyre longer than all of them they're uniquely the one with sensitivity to blood?? They can still take blood but they dont drink it as often as the other three do (minus the way leshy does it because he literally latches himself onto a victim's shoulder with his mouth ,,,, )

With all the vampyres in mind who are our hunters ???

Well here's the first three bigshots of the company >:-D Sozonius has been hunting and obtaining information about vampyr for years, narinder is fairly new to vampyr bounty hunting yet still exceeded the expectation of a regular bounty hunter (surprisingly the strongest 23 year old), and lamb only recently started researching the vampyr after they lost their mother to vampyrism,, they are mainly known for being a detective and trying to help people out with finding their lost family members or attempting to help revert a vampyr they found back into a mortal !!!!

The company (which im,,,, Honestly not sure of a name about still 😭 i dont know what to call it) has been a benefit to society more than they realize. The unmentioned references happen to be Forneus and Monch. The head scientist is Monch, and Forneus IS the founder of the company to hunt down vampyres! Shes lost her family to vampyrism all the same, especially her two sons (aym & baal) which were kidnapped by Shamura too since theyve stalked narinder and knew he had a fondness over those two kittens just as much as forneus did.

There are more roles within this universe,, ive also been trying to think of how many characters I could add into this,, BUT YEAH !!!! Something really silly and self indulgent over the past few days of making finalized refs for them :-D

Ive been kinda plotting out another secret story for Narinder on how *he* was the one who caused this sudden uprising,, how the betrayal of leaving his siblings caused them to rage in revolution,, but that can be for another time 🕺

[turtle-ly]

Can I read the 10+ bullet points for the differences in the magic cores for mtwgo?

asdfghjkl its actually quite short! you see, when i explained how wukong and mac came to life i also noted that wukong was a special case because the guy somehow got a living heart despite being born from an element, compared to mac who originally didnt have one but grew it to match wukong (woah bestie goal amirite?). Thats because in jttw and general chinese myths, a lot of demons were animals or plants that absorbed power or self-cultivated to become higher beings i.e demons (yaoguais). In mtwgo, aside from the heart from their original animal form (plants dont have hearts yo), the magic they gained becomes the magic core, containing all the supernatural power they have. wukong the rock should have no heart yet he's the universe's lil guy so he gets one :3

Theoretically, if their heart got damaged or destroyed, it affects their physical health the same way as mortals - they just fucking die lmao. meanwhile if their magic core got damaged or destroyed, they lose parts of their power/become powerless and revert to their original form, like how the demons in jttw turn back into plants or animals when they got beaten. However, the longer a demon lives, the deeper the connection between their magic core and their body is. they have used magic to sustain their humanoid form for so long that the magic flowing from their core works just like blood - being suddenly cut off from it will make their body collapse in on itself, the flesh no longer remembers their base form. Being killed through the magic core is slightly quicker than the actual heart, because if the core is still intact, it will try to heal the injuries. Having the core be destroyed also prevents other beings from stealing the core to add magic to their own.

This is to say, if one got their core destroyed but their heart intact, and they somehow has an immediate transfer of magic similar to a blood transfusion or even a heart transplant in worse cases, they might live long enough for regain their physical health. But this practice is extremely risky and has a fatally low chance of success, like real heart transplant surgery needing everything to match between the donnor and the patient yknow?

Anyway, thats why wukong (the freak), mac (the simp) and dbk (the most normal demon guy in the gang) possess heartbeats. mac's heartbeats are in sync with wukong btw, that tibbit i wrote in chapter 4 flashback was literal :))) so how are they different from the camel ridge trio? well, the trio were celestial soldiers in origin right? all celestial-born soldiers are created from the endless well of celestial energy, they pop into existence ready to serve. without mortal origins, they dont have hearts, just magic cores that once destroyed, give them the good ol' spiderman's i dont feel so good mr stark style death. they may appear to breathe, to pant, to wheeze, but those are just the effects of the rise and ebb from magic use.

uh now that im done rambling the answer is not as short as i thought lmao, theres another paragraph pertaining to this concept but that'd be slight spoiler so i'll hold onto it for later, thanky for giving me the chance to talk Lore™ :3c

[zu-is-here]

Okey zu, there are some interesting law implications here.

For one Ink is set on the idea that once you've left your time line, you can just settle in a new au right? Because you need to stay with your original coded purpose.

Cross says that the timeline is his. Does that mean that him and Dream aren't just on the timeline, but they have implanted themselves into the code of the timeline?

If that's the case then does that link to the adult aim universe. Idk if those two universes are the same cannon but these two are dead in atleast one. Is implanting themselves into the code of a new timeline the cause of stripping dream of his immortality perhaps.

Something is fishy there.

Also when ink talking about the true owner of the timeline is it aim? Is it because aim was born from Cross's soul. Or is it someone else perhaps.

Also looking back on past pages, did ink do something to Killer? I have a bad feeling that perhaps there's a reason that he was all glitches and broken up on a past page.

Idk

Coming along great!

Digging deeper to the truth as always! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)★ You see, these two has their own truth:

Ink considers Cross & Dream outcodes cause they once left their AUs and now don't belong anywhere, so any of their interventions is a violation (For example: Cross & Dream can't become part of Heaventale just because they stayed there, right? No HT!Cross/Dream is possible since they initially didn't belong there);

Cross believes that Dream & he are no longer outcodes cause they abandoned their original roles, intentionally settled in one timeline and thus became incodes (like, you can tell them apart from their original versions by their clothes, etc., they're not what they used to be).

Ink also claims that only a character created inside their world can be an incode, and that's Aim indeed (not so much because he's Cross' son; Ink doesn't believe in blood ties, they're all just creations for him, and Aim was created just for this “storyline”).

Adult!Aim's route may be one of the other timelines that aren't considered canon;

As for Dream's mortality, that's an interesting version, we'll be back to this issue :)

Speaking of Killer, those glitches just show that he has a key to their hidden timeline <3

Thank you so much!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Not quite but that's a right choice :)

I really wanted to show how Ink traumatizes Aim not only morally but also physically, because this aversion to sudden and unwanted touches was passed on to Aim's adult version (>_<") (Don't worry, we'll get the chance >:3c)

Same! <3 I like how they complement each other, with Dream staying cold and controling Cross' aggression so as not to make things worse for all of them, especially for Aim ("ó3ò)

Hmm... There was a more complete answer here somewhere, I'll try to find it! And that's a great idea, but this Cross is not as chaotic... yet?

OH?? (≧∀≦) Even I didn't foresee this option, ears for skeletons! >:D

And that's right! (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

Thank youuu ;D <3

[cr1zz0]

I've seen more genderfluid people who can't control their gender than genderfluid people who are able to do so (i can only recall myself, apologies to any fluid people who can control their gender who sees this)

Why is this the case among fluid people?

my theory is gender is in subconscious mind. when we bring it on the conscious mind it is hard to control what gender will come out..

(oooohh~ siilly mystical psychological sttuuuff~.. i don't know actually im making shit up)

other genderfluid people may have different experience/theory why it is.. it is just me..

but whooo caaares not everything in this universe requires an explanation.. some of these things just how it is :3c

[taintedsweetlyoffcial]

Li Yu Cheng’s Character Intro

Reference Characters:

Isagi Yoichi (Blue Lock)

(“Isagi is easygoing and has a generally friendly, cheery personality”. Turns into the most egotistical bat shit insane player when he’s playing football.)

Ike/Eki Eveland (Nijisanji)

(Usually really friendly/Well mannered, has evil baddie side but its secret >:3c)

Michael Kaiser (Blue Lock)

(Superiority Complex, “He sees everybody around him as a time actor compared to his big time main role as the star of his world.” “he is not unnecessarily rude to his teammates but will put them in their place when they unnecessarily speak out even if it's for his sake.” )

Characteristics:

Intelligent

The smartest character out of the entire cast

Light Yagami, L ← Big brainers for reference

Manipulative

This is like lvl 100 black flag levels of manipulative

Eren Yeager, Makima ← Manipulation masters for reference

Confident

He could be lying to you about how old YOU are and you’d believe him just because he’s that confident he’s correct

Satoru Gojo, Isagi Yoichi ←- Cockiest, Overly confident mfers

Personality:

Observant

Yu and MC would be chatting light heartedly in the patisserie as they close up shop for the night and Yu notices how the MC does a certain chore. (For e.g) MC is wiping down the display case and Yu will remember that they will always start with the top shelf, then only will they move onto the bottom shelf, even if MC themself don’t realize they do this.

Loyal

Once MC had finally left for university and Yu was all on his lonesome he hadn’t made a singular “close” friend, more so just aquaintances. His loyalty and dedication to MC is so severe that the 1st month of MC being gone, he holed up in his room watching the MC for days without eating, sleeping or showering.

Versatile

If MC asks Yu out on a date (for e.g ‘Ice Skating’) despite never having dabbled in the activity he’ll do surprisingly decent. Cooking is another story however, despite being amazing at baking he cannot cook for his life, has he tried? Yes of course! Does it end well? Uh….

Obsessive

I mean he’s a yandere guys… we all know how obsessive they are. I don’t think I need to write anything here lol

Duplicitous

To the general public Yu has the image of “Perfectly normal and nice handsome young guy”. There isn’t really anything to gawk at about him, he’s gentle, sweet, caring, patient and basically the definition of “green flag”. However under that facade he’s literally the opposite of a green flag.

Anger issues are at an all time high with him (MC is barely an exception to this, he’ll try his best to contain his anger issues and treat them as he would with his facade). Even his appearance changes when he isn’t in view of the public! Piercings, tattoos and even different eye colours. (He’s the type of guy adults warn you about if you see them in a dark alleyway)

Jealous

Despite Yu giving MC the plush he bought himself he is still insanely jealous of it, he wants to be the one MC cuddles with every night, comforts them whenever they cry and of course the one MC gives kisses to. This personality trait is especially present whenever MC is talking to anyone else who shows a slight interest in them. (Kento is cooked ggz)

If he is jealous Yu isn’t the type to say it out loud but instead just keeps to himself and death stares anyone that’s talking to MC…

Unsympathetic

This ties back to his ‘Duplicitous’ trait, he isn’t exactly fond of anyone he’ll tolerate them at best and be friendly to them if it’s beneficial to him. However it’s not like he knows why he’s like this too, despite trying and trying from a young age he just could never feel sympathetic for anyone other than himself.

This of course changes with the MC, like a total 180 flip. He’s able to feel sad, happy and especially love for the MC.

[korpuskat]

Can you please tell us more about the moment Rama finds out about reader jerking it only to R-7000 porn? :3c

pfft I knew someone would like that, need another fic of Ramattra jerking off.

But assuming the same universe: you dated and broke with with Ramattra in Nepal, then he begins stalking you, arranging "nice things" for you and then discovers this--

The only thing he can focus on is the thought of you jerking off. If he's this far into stalking you, he knows you do it, but perhaps looks away or avoids it where he can. He may have been knuckle-deep in you before, but it feels impolite now (not that he has an issue with hacking into your internet history). But some so blatant as your bookmarks? and then that tag?

He's almost frozen just visualizing you touching yourself... to him. It can't be for anyone else, R-7000s were essentially wiped out by the time he left Nepal, there's no way you're thinking about anyone else but him. A memory autoplays- of you moaning his name.

He's immediately keyed up, memory divisions rerouting to his sensory drivers. It takes monumental self-control to not simply rip his plating off- still barely managing to get it undone before his patience snaps. Ramattra wouldn't have used his cock often, if ever since its installation so it'll feel so new. And oh, you haven't even seen it, have no idea he's made this for you in your absence.

After he cums he'll be hit with two realizations:

One: You could've- in the time since Nepal- realized you just liked his build. You could be not just a gearlicker in general but perhaps you... have a particular fetish for R-7000s. It's not impossible- Ramattra had learned quickly that humans deal with his uncomfortable presence in a myriad of ways, arousal not the least of them. (Though he hopes this is not the case. He cared for you and hopes it was mutual.)

Two: Regardless of the previous, he absolutely must speak with you. In a world where he realizes you're attracted to him- or the same build of omnic- there is no timeline where he stays away. He'll make up any excuse to see you. He'll wander into your shop by "mistake". He'll message you, he happened to find you on social media after so many years. It doesn't matter. Even the potentiality that you still think of him in that way will drive him mad if he doesn't know for sure.