#it's my favorite celestial body lmao

[gontic-solution]

new au!! Had this one for a hot minute but um story goes after the pizzaplex burns down Fazbear ent just sorta starts selling whatever they can to try to get funds and rebuild and in doing so Sun and Moon get sold to a very reclusive person who just so happens to have just the right place for them!

Meet Abue, the owner of a planetarium/science museum that houses highly advanced animationics based around the celestial bodies of our solar system! They're very good at what they do and can be seen walking around the building or in their personal garden off to the side of the building.

They are the boss of the place but they're super friendly! The boys are in good hands for once lmao And they also have a personal guides to help them get adjusted:

meet Sol, the star of the show! Modeled after the sun, Sol is the one both in charge of keeping the rest of the planimatronics in check and now tasked with getting the newbies up to speed. Being that they were one of the first built she is incredibly knowledgeable on what goes down at the museum and planetarium. He's kinda of a diva though, guess it just comes with all the attention of being the Sun. A title that looks like they're gonna have to share now.

But being at the top does get.. lonely sometimes.

Anyways, the boys' other guide is a bit of a curveball but he's absolutely willing to help!

Enceladus, the frozen moon of Saturn. This little guy is a bit more knowledgeable on the inner working of their home since he's extremely curious and usually ends up in places where they shouldn't be most of the time. But he's very sweet!

Enceladus is tinnier than most but makes up for it by being honestly one of the most welcoming and kind of the planematronics. The boys have a lot to adjust to but things will get better, after a couple of shenanigans of course

[starheirxero]

what if a human and a machine are in love so much, they fuse flesh and metal together as one in order to not be separated by their own species

like they become an amalgamation of such, a form somehow so perfect, yet the insides ugly and cryptic, wires and veins connect each other, metal and bone melded together

and their mind, loving as one

anyways have a good day, dances away

- 📦

YOU. /POS

oouihhghhh my stars. dearly beloved box anon this is SO…..!!!!!!!! what if the process is borderline painful too, so despite how much they want nothing more than to be one ITS AIAGARAJWARQYQGS THEY’E LIKE WOW OUCHIE OOFS THIS ISN’T THE BESTEST PART BUT IT’S OKAY I’M WILLING 2 DO ANYTHING 4 YOU BC THAT’S HOW DEEP MY LOVE RUNS. YK ….

I literally just woke up so I don’t have a lotta cool productive thoughts. but anon ily for this /p

[kaixserzz]

Loyal Knight 2

ੈ♡˳ Il Dottore x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ 8.0k words ┊ Fluff + Angst/comfort *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist | Part 1 *ೃ༄

author's note ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

HI GUYS PART 2!! i accidentally posted part 1 when i haven't finished this LMAOO but it's been like a week since i started this fic SO i just wrote it in one goso :3 no beta this time so i can make my beta reader cry like a bitch, realized that reader is kinda like, maybe yandere? idk they're both obsessed with each other anyways LMAO,, also pls dottore rqs <3... WHY DID IS THIS LONGER THAN I EXPCTED NOOOOOO FUCK!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, basic dottore warnings, injuries, blood, mentions of lots of scars, experiments, and death, dottore and reader r both crazy, obsessiveness/possessiveness from both parties, dottore hits reader ONCE dw it's just to snap reader out of their shit, uhh relationship fights? LMAO idk cant have a relationship w/o errors amirite, cyro vision reader, dark humor cuz... dottore, also kinda suggestive at the end?? nothing happened, just... biting cuz its dottore LMAOO

iv. guilt

Zandik paid little heed to the Archons, celestial beings overseeing Teyvat, and the so-called 'blessings' they bestowed. His interest lay solely in their power, particularly the enigmatic artifact known as the 'Gnosis'. Apart from that, little else piqued his curiosity.

But Zandik held a particular disdain for your Vision above all others. The sight of your Vision alone was enough to sour Zandik's mood, and he preferred if you refrained from using it altogether.

It served as a constant reminder of the day he had made a grave mistake. It wasn't intentional, he hadn't meant for you to get hurt that bad. He hadn't expected it. It wasn't part of his calculations. It was his fault.

Your Vision, which you proudly wielded with joy, became a source of suffocating resentment and guilt for that day. Not that he'll admit that to you.

The sight of blood never bothered Zandik. Not one bit. Acquiring blood samples, blood dripping down his skin from his injuries, and the knowledge of blood pumping throughout his body. Yet when you lay in his arms that day, blood uncontrollably poured from the gash on your side, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dizziness wash over him.

During a routine exploration in one of the ruins you discovered, a dormant Ruin Guard unexpectedly activated and set its sights on Zandik. Despite your years of experience in combat, a ruin guard was still tiered above your capabilities.

But deep down, Zandik couldn't shake off the suspicion that the gods had shown favoritism towards you. In a miraculous turn of events, he was suddenly propelled away from the Ruin Guard's line of sight, shielded by a frigid burst of ice. The Archons had bestowed upon you the power of the Cryo Vision, recognizing your unwavering determination to protect Zandik.

With Zandik's swift actions and your valiant efforts to distract the Ruin Guard, it was eventually deactivated. However, you didn't emerge from the encounter unscathed. The new ability granted to you by your Vision proved to be uncontrollable, you had no idea how to utilize it just yet. The Ruin Guard easily overpowered you, tossing you aside as if you were nothing more than a lifeless ragdoll.

And the moment Zandik ran towards your body, barely breathing with blood soaking your clothes, he knew that he hated your Vision more than anything.

Your body was deathly cold, and Zandik couldn't tell if it was due to your Vision, or if you were already dead.

Amidst the days you spent in slumber, Zandik dedicated himself to your care. His once meticulously organized scrolls and project documentation were discarded and replaced by books on human biology, medicine, and recovery. His focus shifted to gathering various herbs and medical supplies to aid in your healing process.

Your wound was above his medical knowledge, but Zandik adamantly refused to hand you over to those who could provide immediate help. He understood the consequences you both would face if your activities were discovered. Nonetheless, he took it upon himself to do everything he could to aid in your recovery and ensure your well-being.

Zandik couldn't comprehend his own reaction to your injury. He believed it should be trivial for someone as resilient as you. If you were awake, you would scoff at the wound and dismiss it with laughter. But his emotions betrayed him, tightening his chest and filling his mind with doubts. Could he truly heal you? Would you recover completely? When did he start doubting his own abilities? After all, he was a genius, capable of restoring you to your previous state of health. Yet, the uncertainty persisted, tormenting his thoughts and weighing heavily on his heart.

His usual composed demeanor shattered in the presence of your injured form. The sight of you so vulnerable and still, coupled with the weight of his own uncertainty, caused his hands to tremble uncontrollably. Each time he whispered your name, his voice carried a mixture of fear and longing, hoping for any sign of response from you. Countless sleepless nights were spent tirelessly monitoring your vital signs, studying medical techniques, and seeking ways to aid in your recovery. The touch of his fingertips against your skin evoked a cascade of emotions within him, causing his bottom lip to quiver and his eyes to burn with unshed tears. The intensity of his feelings threatened to choke his breath, leaving him grappling with a vulnerability he had never anticipated.

In those moments when Zandik tended to your wounds, his heart clenched with a mixture of concern and fear. The touch of your cold skin sent a shiver down his spine, stirring an unsettling realization within him. Despite his intellect and knowledge, he couldn't help but question if you were still among the living. The fear that you might slip away from him haunted his thoughts, yet he couldn't bring himself to voice this deep-seated worry. Instead, he masked it with a determined focus on finding ways to restore warmth and vitality to your body, desperate to dispel the icy touch that threatened to consume you.

The surge of unfamiliar emotions within Zandik puzzled him. He had never experienced such feelings before, and it unsettled him. This vulnerability, this concern for another's well-being, was entirely new territory for him. It was a revelation that challenged his perception of himself. Zandik realized that he was capable of caring deeply for someone— you, despite his initial reluctance to acknowledge it.

Perhaps the cold has comforted you into a peaceful slumber, but it only reminded him how awful it was to feel your body so cold in comparison to his warmth.

"Hey,"

Your voice brought Zandik back to reality, and his gaze was drawn to your shirtless figure. It had been a month since the incident and a few weeks since you woke up. Standing before a mirror, you examined the new scar that adorned your body. The intensity of his stare was palpable, fixated not only on the scar but also on the Vision hanging from your waist, below the prominent mark.

"If it grosses you out that much, just tell me. No need to stare at it," You jest with faux annoyance in your tone, yet it was only met with silence from him. It was odd for Zandik to act so out of character ever since you've woken up.

The dorm was in disarray, with unwashed dishes, scattered books, and trash strewn about. You reluctantly remarked that you weren't looking forward to cleaning all of it, but to your surprise, Zandik took it upon himself to clean the mess. You expressed your gratitude and told him he didn't have to do it, considering how he had been taking care of you've since you woken up.

But he just told you to lay back on your bed and rest. To not even think about going outside your shared dorm, or lay a single finger on your sword. You were going to rest, and his words were final. Well, you weren't going to argue with that (his cooking was pretty bad though, it almost sent you back into a comatose).

Seeing how unsettled he was when you first opened your eyes, constantly checking on you and ensuring your wound was clean, you knew he was genuinely concerned. It touched your heart to see his care, and you couldn't bear to see him so down.

You took in a deep, confident breath, walked towards him, and smacked his head with your hand. Zandik let out an outraged cry, his glare that you missed so much was immediately on your smiling face. "Now now, don't be so down! I'm okay now!" Taking your sword out of its scabbard, you did a few swings and didn't feel any sort of pain at all. "You brought me back in perfect condition all thanks to your hard work and medicinal expertise! Sure, I may have gotten a scar, and I'm pretty sure you hate my Vision too,"

You blew a gust of cold wind onto his face, covering it with a thin sheet of snow. Zandik was quick to wipe it off, about to yell at you, but was cut off when you let out a lively laugh; one that he missed hearing once more in all those days you were asleep, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Instead of thinking about what happened in the ruins, just think of me! When you get cold, or see ice and snow, just think of me, and how I'll use my vision to protect you!"

Zandik silently wished you obtained the Pyro Vision instead. Then at least, it would've had warmth. The warmth that you had lacked during the days you were asleep, and the warmth that radiated from you whenever you smiled at him.

But you were content with your Cyro Vision, and so he should be too.

With a huff, he pushed your hand off his shoulder. Zandik's voice dripped with cold disdain as he uttered, "Don't be foolish. My actions were solely driven by self-interest. You're nothing more than a valuable asset to me, and I ensured your survival for my own benefit." However, a fleeting glimpse of genuine concern flashed in his eyes, betraying the facade of indifference he desperately clung to.

Your grin only widened, laughing wholeheartedly as you watched him escape, too embarrassed to stay in the same vicinity as you. "There's my Zandik." And you release a breath of relief.

The icy tendrils of his past failure and guilt were momentarily overtaken by memories of you. The sound of your laughter as you pelted him with a massive snowball, your smile when you playfully blow cool air onto his way when he complains it was too hot, and the deadly sheets of ice you conjured to aid in battle.

Somehow, the tingles he felt from your frosted fingertips were better than any warmth fire could bring.

v. realization

But the bitter chill also served as a constant reminder of the emptiness that consumed him when you weren't by his side.

A year had passed since the last he saw you.

Il Dottore remained in the dark about your whereabouts and current status. In the past, whenever you embarked on a mission, you would often find excuses to report back to him, just to have the opportunity to hear his voice, even from miles away. But now, the silence was deafening, and the absence of your updates gnawed at his heart.

You couldn't have died; Dottore was well aware of your immense strength. You were capable of battling on equal footing with Teyvat's mightiest individual, Il Capitano. Moreover, Dottore had made several modifications to your body, ensuring that death would be the least of your concerns. The notion of an enemy overpowering or eliminating you was simply inconceivable. Therefore, the only logical conclusion Dottore could come up with was that you willingly chose to depart from his side.

Il Dottore was well aware that you had left him. Your absence was palpable in the emptiness of your room, void of your presence, devoid of your clothing and your sword. It resembled the stark emptiness you met when you first arrived and were assigned your chamber within the Fatui. The tracker that you've willing injected into your skin was left on your desk, covered in dried blood.

Yes. You decided to leave him. The person who has promised to stay by his side no matter what, even if it meant venturing into the darkest recesses of the Abyss. The one who professed love for him, and whose gentle caresses would convey nothing but adoration in their eyes. You had promised nothing but loyalty, and he believed, trusted you because he knew it was genuine. You had always been truthful and obedient, never desiring to cause him any displeasure.

So why, pray tell, did you have the audacity to leave him after spending an entire century with him? Was it all in vain? Why did you choose to squander such a substantial amount of his time? Did every word that spilled out of your impudent mouth held no true meaning?

You were the one who sought him out. You willingly became an integral part of his life, unwaveringly remaining by his side and causing him both joy and turmoil. You've forcefully intertwined your life with his, so it should be his choice to leave, not yours! That's unfair of you to him.

You, claiming to be his loyal knight until your final moments, turned out to be nothing more than a falsehood. It is only now that Dottore realizes the absurdity of such a belief. You deceived him with your lies. Every promise you made was built upon a foundation of deceit. Why did you choose to betray him? Just why?

Why why why why why!?

It was unbearably cool in his personal office. The biting cold seemed to pierce through his skin, despite his body being engineered to no longer perceive temperature sensations. And yet when he walks toward his laboratory, watching the earliest versions of his segments doing their work without you in sight— he could feel his skin crawl and burn as if he was frostbitten. The sight of endless snow outside only added to the chilling atmosphere, intensifying his feelings since your departure.

"Instead of thinking about what happened in the ruins, just think of me! When you get cold, or see ice and snow, just think of me, and how I'll use my vision to protect you!"

The cold indeed reminded him of you, and in the depths of his despair, Dottore yearned for nothing than to watch his surroundings ablaze just to escape the icy pain that clawed his heart.

Dottore longs for the ability to erase your memory from his mind, desiring to rid himself of the emotions that you have stirred within him. These emotions, which he finds to be a hinderance, have tied his stomach into knots and inflicted a pain in his heart that only your absence could evoke.

Yet, deep down, Dottore couldn't shake the feeling that you wouldn't be able to stay away from him for long. Just like him, you had spent a significant portion of your lives together. You 'loved' him, after all. He was the center of your world.

Therefore, it didn't come as a surprise to Dottore when he found you standing in his chambers once again, your presence both familiar and fazing. You stood there with an air of patience, positioned by the edge of his untouched bed, as if you had been waiting for him all along.

Dottore observed you silently, noting the somber expression that etched your face, your lips pressed into a thin line. Your eyes, once vibrant with a spark, now seemed dull and devoid of their usual radiance. You kept your stare fixed on the ground, avoiding direct eye contact with him, a clear sign of guilt. A quick glance was enough for him to discern the toll your year-long disappearance had taken on you. Your hair appeared disheveled, evidence of neglect, and the presence of bags under your eyes spoke of sleepless nights. Moreover, he observed that you appeared noticeably thinner, as if the weight of your absence had physically worn you down.

As Dottore's gaze lingered upon you, he noticed a subtle tremble in the hand that rested atop the hilt of your sword. It was a nervous gesture, as if you were apprehensive about confronting him, despite having returned to the Fatui for his sake. Cold sweat trickled down your nose, evidence of the tension that filled the air. He observed as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip, a sign of inner turmoil and unease.

Dottore scowled at your unexpected intrusion, his features contorting with displeasure. Crossing his arms, he assumed a facade of nonchalance, choosing to channel his simmering anger rather than acknowledge the concern he secretly harbored. "Well, well, look who decided to grace me with their presence again," Dottore sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. With an air of authority, he strode purposefully towards you, his steps brimming with an unspoken power. "It seems you've reappeared, after vanishing without so much as a word."

His words seemed to cause you to crumble further, evident by the way you gritted your teeth in discomfort. It took multiple attempts before you could finally open your mouth to speak, your voice strained. "Dottore, I... I didn't mean to cause you any pain. I had my reasons for leaving," you managed to say, your grip tightening on the hilt of your sword.

He recognized it as a telltale sign of your extreme unease, a habit you developed when confronted with uncomfortable situations. The realization he still remembers small habits of yours only fueled his anger, and he shot you a withering glare in response.

Dottore scoffed dismissively, rolling his eyes in a display of derision. "How bold of you to assume that your disappearance caused any pain. You were merely an inconsequential cog in the machinery of the Fatui, and your little stunt only added more irrelevant work to my already burdened table," He retorted, his tone laced with sarcasm.

The sting of his words caused you to wince, feeling the weight of his disdain. "I'm sure you had your reasons," He continued, with a roll of his eyes. "Reasons to be such an inconvenience."

"I thought... I thought it was for the best..." You whisper to yourself, but Dottore heard it loud and clear. A momentary pause ensued as he processed the ridiculousness of your admission.

Dottore's voice grew colder as he responded, his words laced with anger and hurt. "Best for whom, may I ask? Certainly not for me," He retorted sharply. "You think you can just waltz back into my life after all this time and expect everything to be as it was? Well, I assure you, it won't be."

Finally, you summoned the strength to straighten yourself, meeting Dottore's gaze with determination in your eyes. Your hands clenched into fists, revealing the intensity of your emotions. Softly, with the deepest sincerity resonating in your voice, you spoke from the depths of your heart. "No, I don't expect things to be as they were. But I... I miss you, Dottore. I miss being by your side, even if it means facing your anger."

Though, it invoked the opposite reaction you had hoped for.

Even if Dottore had begun to wear a mask, his glare pierces through the material, sending shivers down your spine. Sensing the growing intensity of his anger, you instinctively took a step back. His anger now seemed more potent than anything you had witnessed from him in the past years, intensifying the tension in the room.

"How. Dare. You." With each word, a sharp blade pierced your heart. "How dare you say that after leaving without a word? After spouting promise after promise that you'll always stay by my side?"

You swallowed down the heavy guilt as you looked away from him once more. It was getting harder not to cry in front of him.

"How dare you lie to me?" The words you once spoke, filled with promises and loyalty, were now exposed as empty falsities. The realization of being deceived gnawed at his core, deepening the resentment within him. "Making me believe your worthless vows and wasting my time? I knew you were up to no good from the moment you decided to become my 'friend'," A sarcastic laugh escaped his lips, dripping with scorn. "You liar."

As Dottore turned away from you, ready to leave, panic surged within you. Desperate to salvage the situation, you reached out towards him, "W-wait, Dottore, please! I can explain!"

"What is there to explain?" His voice carried a bitter edge, gaze hardening as he looked back at you. "Clearly, there is nothing more to clarify with your obvious betrayal." His mind had already made up its verdict, leaving little room for further explanation or justification in his eyes.

"Please, Zandik—"

"Zandik is dead!"

In a sudden burst of anger and frustration, Dottore slammed his fist against the wall, catching you off guard and silencing you instantly. The force behind his action was both startling and alarming, as Dottore had never directed such aggression towards you before. His usual demeanor consisted of light annoyance or a gentle scolding whenever you were about to make a stupid decision.

But this display was different—it spoke volumes about the depth of his hurt and anger. It was clear that he was more wounded than he was willing to admit, and the ache in your own heart mirrored his pain.

"Zandik is no more," He faced you again, this time, with his chin up. A condescending gaze set upon your anxious form, as if you were nothing but one of the mere hundreds of the Fatui soldiers that serve under his name. "There is only Il Dottore, the 2nd of the Fatui Harbingers. You are to speak with me with nothing but respect." He spat. "Do you understand?"

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Throughout your life, you had served Dottore faithfully, dedicating yourself to his cause. While he had spoken to you with a similar tone in the past, this instance felt markedly different. The force of his words seemed to carry the weight of his power, suffocating and overwhelming.

It was as if the pedestal on which you had placed him had crumbled, revealing a darker side that left you shaken to your core. A side that Dottore would've never shown you if hadn't acted rashly. At that moment, you couldn't help but empathize with the countless soldiers who had felt the brunt of his authority.

"My command over you is absolute," Dottore declared with unwavering finality, his scowl revealing the sharp edges of his teeth. "You are to leave and never return. Now." His words hung in the air like an unbreakable decree, leaving no room for negotiation or reconsideration. The power he held over you was palpable, an undeniable reminder of the hierarchy that governed your relationship.

You stood there, dumbfounded, managing with the shock of his words. It took a moment for the reality of the situation to sink in, leaving you suspended in a state of disbelief. The weight of his decision bore down on you, leaving you breathless and overwhelmed.

His hand reached for the handle of his door, "I am giving you a chance. Do not put it to waste. Leave, before the Tsaritsa herself bestow you her punishment for your betrayal."

A sudden loud thump from behind Dottore made him pause, his attention shifting to the source of the sound. He could hear your shaky breaths and faint sniffles, struggling to form the words that clung at the back of your throat.

Dottore's instinct urged him to turn away, to escape the burden of your words and the sight of your wretched state. Every fiber of his being resisted the pull to stay and listen, to confront the emotions that threatened to entangle him further. Yet, there was a flicker of hesitation within him, a battle raging in his mind between the desire to leave and the nagging curiosity that lingered. A fleeting moment of uncertainty held him in place, suspended between the need to continue with his work and the possibility of facing the depths of your anguish.

It could be more of your lies, Dottore argued to himself. He refused to be a fool once more toward you. And yet...

"I'm so sorry Dottore... I.... I-I just felt so alone..." You started, attempting to quell your tears and wiping them off with your hands. "Ever since we joined the Fatui, you've barely had the time for yourself... Sure, we're now to the point that we don't have to eat, or sleep but... It was always work— since when did we last spend time together?"

The notion of necessity echoed in his mind, provoking questions that had long been suppressed. How could this sudden discontentment emerge after a century of unwavering dedication? You had been instrumental in carrying out his missions, assisting in his projects, and even co-creating the segments alongside him. When did it all begin to matter? Dottore hardened his gaze onto the door before him, refusing to face you.

"If you were lonely, you could've spoken to the segments instead. You know how busy I am."

You let out a small, weak, humorless laugh. "Yeah, well, they're not complete, remember?"

Dottore frowned at that, "What do you mean?"

"You removed their memories of me because... Well, you said that I was distracting..." You reminded him, a sad smile on your face. "I took it as a compliment back then. Even if I tried to talk to them... They'll just ignore me and look at me as if I'm a stranger... Funny because you do the same thing..."

Ah, yes. He did do that. Right, it was the main reason why the segments were so efficient with their work. It made him realize how much you were a hindrance to his progress. A distraction that causes him to feel unwanted emotions and urges, indulging in senseless activities like you once had when you were both younger...

It annoyed him how it seemed his make his heart clench at those memories.

"I'm not suited to be your knight anymore, not when I have little use for you now." That made him turn his head to look at you, only to see you on your knees, trembling and holding back yourself from sobbing, to continue speaking before he stops listening. "I... The Fatui can give you everything you need now... You have soldiers working for you, even the segments! Sure, you send me into missions and tell me I'm still useful but..."

Your words hung into the air, your bottom lip quivered as you forced yourself to continue. "I couldn't even protect you from that." Your eyes glanced to the mask he wore, and he immediately knew what you were talking about.

His hand went underneath his mask, the feeling of the deep, jagged scars that has healed over time through his gloves disgusts him. The scar on his face was something he deeply abhorred, but he never blamed you for it.

"I promised to protect you, and yet... I let that happen..." Your voice quivered with a mix of despair and frustration, tears staining the cold tile floor beneath you.

The mention of his scar, a symbol of his vulnerability and pain, struck a chord within both of you. Your teeth clenched, and your gaze remained fixed on the floor, burning with a mixture of self-loathing and anguish. The raw honesty in your words reverberated through the room, casting shadows of doubt upon the promises that had once bound you together.

The mask he wore, the facade that shielded his true emotions, served as a constant reminder of your perceived shortcomings and the unfulfilled expectations you had placed upon yourself.

"What kind of knight am I? I know how much you hate that scar— and I hate the fact that I could've prevented it!" You cried, "I hate seeing your mask, because it just reminds me that I'm a failure that couldn't uphold their promises!"

...Just like the deep-rooted resentment Dottore harbored towards your Vision, you found yourself consumed by an equal loathing for his mask. It was a peculiar parallel, where two individuals were constantly reminded of their own failures in the presence of one another.

As the silence stretched on, punctuated only by your inconsolable sobs, Dottore's demeanor remained unreadable. His lips pressed into a thin line, his expression an enigmatic mask. The absence of any immediate reaction from him fueled your misery, increasing the uncertainty of his true feelings.

At that moment, you yearned for a glimmer of understanding, a sign that he cared or acknowledged your pain. But the void of his response deepened the ache within you, amplifying the sense of loneliness and despair.

"I love you, I really do! There's nothing in this world that could ever stop me from loving you." You professed loudly, hoping to reach him, "From our childhood, to the Akademiya and joining here at the Fatui, my heart has undoubtedly belonged to you! You think I did all of that for nothing?"

"And when you accepted my feelings, I was so happy!" You hung your head low, trying to talk through hiccups and sobs. You couldn't stop your tears even if you wanted to. "But I know that Zandik loved me more than Il Dottore ever has." The pain in your voice as you utter your words made Dottore's poise for a moment, "I don't even know if Il Dottore loves me..."

Your words struck him harder than he liked. It was an absurd statement. His past self? Loving you more than him? It doesn't make sense.

But as he watched you sob, he couldn't help but wonder if his feelings for you were genuine or merely a facade he had constructed to maintain control over you.

Did he truly love you, or was it just an illusion he had allowed himself to indulge to keep you in check? You were the one to confessed to him, and love is such a foreign concept to Dottore. The thought haunted him, unraveling the carefully constructed walls around his heart and exposing a raw and uncertain truth.

"The day Zandik died was I guess the day your love for me died." You managed a weak laugh. A laugh to shake away your pain, yet so sad and dull. Your laugh shouldn't sound like that. He hated it.

Was he the reason for it as well?

"I tried to move on because I knew you can... But I just couldn't..." You whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself for comfort. Your voice trembled with emotion as you continued, "I can't stand being away from you, I can't bear not being able to hear your voice, to see you, to be with you." You look up at him with tearful eyes, broken and full of regret.

"Please... give me one more chance," You pleaded, your voice filled with desperation. The tears streamed down your face, but determination shone through your eyes. "I won't complain anymore, I won't ask for anything... I'll accept you give me. I'll be your loyal and dedicated assistant, always by your side!"

In the midst of your cries, Dottore has stumbled upon a realization.

The cold, snow, and ice became incessant reminders of you, and it annoyed him to no end. As the days turned into months during your disappearance, his agitation grew, fueled by a mix of anger and longing that he couldn't quite suppress. He continued to send search parties after you, under the pretense of seeking revenge for your betrayal, but deep down, he knew there was more to it. Beneath the facade of vengeance, a part of him yearned for your return, unable to ignore the void you had left behind.

After all those times, did he simply miss you?

Even after you left, his hand would unconsciously reach out, longing for your presence beside him. Dottore found himself expecting to see you around every corner, only to be greeted by the stark emptiness of his laboratory, which he had never truly noticed until your absence. The flavors and aromas of the dishes you used to cook for him lingered in the air, teasing his senses with memories.

The familiar tunes you hummed while working echoed in his mind, and the pleasant chatter that once served as background noise now felt like a void in his ears.

Your absence had woven itself into the fabric of his daily life, leaving behind a profound emptiness that he struggled to fill.

He could vividly recall the echoes of those emotions from his time at the Akademiya when you were obligated to attend classes. Dottore— Zandik would insist that you not waste your time with mundane lectures when you could be assisting him in his groundbreaking projects.

He would nag you, trying to convince you to prioritize his work over your studies, much to your amusement. The memory of your laughter at his feeble excuses and playful banter warmed his heart, reminding him of the deep bond you shared.

Dottore's gaze remained fixed on your trembling figure, your hands tightly balled into fists. You couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. The fear of facing how he truly feels held you back.

Another realization was drawn to him.

He had always admired your resilience, your ability to endure even the harshest of circumstances without shedding a tear. It both intrigued and frustrated him, for he had never quite understood the source of your inner strength. As children, he had witnessed you gritting your teeth and smiling through injuries, embracing the pain as a catalyst for your determination. It was a quality that set you apart, that made you formidable.

Was this pain different then? There was no physical damage on your body, and yet you were here. You were one of the strongest people he has ever known, but you were on your knees, breaking down in tears and pathetically begging for his forgiveness.

His chest felt unbearable tight, seeing you so weak, so vulnerable. The image clashed with the image he had of you in his mind—strong, resilient, and always composed. Seeing you in such a state shattered his perception of your unwavering strength. Between the two of you, you were more emotional than him. But for you to grovel to his feet? It was something he'd never thought he'd ever see.

Oh, how easy for him to just kick you. To toss you on the ground as if you were nothing, and he knew you'd take it rather than fighting back and hurt him.

How come you'd never lay a hand on him? To make him feel the pain he knew a sinner like him deserves? When he has hurt you more than he could have ever known? You were suffering in silence since you only wanted to please him, to never bother him, and yet he was only ignorant to the signs, even if they're growing more and more obvious.

Your patience seemed endless when it came to him, doing everything you could do for him; exploring the most dangerous locations of Teyvat, piling bodies after bodies for his sake, and following every single command he gives you. Only for a mere hum of acknowledgement, a small smile, or nothing at all from him.

Has he shown any sort of gratitude toward you? You loved him so unconditionally, and you get little to none in return. Dottore couldn't even offer you the bare minimum.

You've always been like that, doing everything he says just to please him, to be of service, to be by his side. A massive flaw that he was well aware of ever since you were young.

Dottore wasn't even sure if the two of you were in a romantic relationship. It seemed so one-sided now that he looked back into his memories, even more so ever since the both of you joined the Fatui...

Forgiveness shouldn't be earned by a mere apology. You'd have to work for it, suffer the consequences of your misdemeanor, and he will grant you another chance. That's how it should be, how Dottore wanted it to be.

And yet, when you rose your head to look at him, nothing but remorse and resignation in your face... He couldn't bring himself to— not when he should be the one apologizing to you.

"You... you don't have to love me back..." You say quietly, snapping Dottore's attention back to you. "I-I promise... It was selfish of me to just walk out— punish me, I don't care! Just take me back, please—"

A resounding smack reverberated through the room, cutting you off. You recoil from the slap that landed on your cheek, you squeezed your eyes shut as your skin throbbed from the pain. You bit your tongue to silence yourself.

Dottore slowly got down to his knees right in front of you. As much as he didn't want to hurt you, he needed you to get your shit back together. This wasn't you. Or at least, this was a side of you that he has never seen, nor meant for his eyes. It didn't feel right to see you trembling before him, to be so afraid.

"You should have never came back." He heard you take in a sharp inhale, yet your eyes remained shut, too uncertain, too scared to look at him in the eye. "It would've been better for you to leave me." Your brow furrowed at his words.

He knew that you loved him for who he was. You probably knew him more than he knew himself, but could he say the same for you? Even if the answer was no, if Dottore should stay the same, not changing himself after this occurrence, he knows that you'd still love him.

Slipping off the gloves that he has always worn, and the mask that he had recently adorned, his hands reached for your face. Hesitantly, he cupped your cheeks into his hands. Your eyes snapped open as you jerked back from his touch. You seemed more shocked that he attempted to fondly hold you rather than hit you.

It stirred unexplainable emotions in his chest... Emotions that he'd rather not experience more, and a bitter taste settling on his tongue. He tried again, unsure if he was doing it correctly. Your discomfort didn't help either.

Dottore has never been honest on how he truly felt. He didn't even know what he felt half the time, mostly because he had only felt them with you. These emotions, these feelings, joy, anger, sadness, loneliness, and perhaps love; if it wasn't for you, he would've never known how it feels to be... more than the freak that people has entitled him to be. More than a heretic or a mad scientist. You had always treated him as if he was a person worth of your love and affections.

He should've been more honest.

"You... are worth more..." Your eyes widened at the words he spoke, "Worth more than I could ever admit... All your efforts, warmth... They have gone unnoticed... Ignored..."

"Zan- Dottore..." He could feel you shaking against his bare hands, the texture of your skin, the curve of your cheeks, he could feel them now. His hands tingled in a way he has never felt before, pulling you closer to him.

He wishes that you called him Zandik instead.

"You are nothing in comparison to all the achievements that I have accomplished. You are annoying, loud, and always stirring up trouble in my laboratory... And yet, during your disappearance..."

He shouldn't have turned a blind eye in everything you have done for him.

There were a lot of things he wanted to say, things he knew you needed to desperately hear, but they got stuck in his throat. Dottore has never been honest, it was easier to ignore it than confront things that were unknown. How ironic, given that he was a scientist that always pursued the unknown.

Nonetheless, you understood. You always did. He needn't speak for you to get him.

Dottore could've claimed that he reached to this point all on his own, with his unparalleled genius and dedication. But undoubtedly, you were there throughout his whole life, from his brightest days and past all his hardships. You've supported him more than anyone else.

And he made another mistake; letting you believe that you're nothing to him. That he doesn't love you, and that you were merely just a tool. No, that's not true. Not when his heart, his cold, dead heart, could only beat for you, and that without you, he was incomplete as you are. Lost, and lonely.

"I realized that fact too late..." Dottore closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours. You couldn't help but let out a sob, your heart pounding against your chest at the sudden honesty he was pouring onto you. Oh how long you've yearned for this moment, it made you tremble.

It was quiet, below a whisper that Dottore wasn't sure if you heard it... But for you, it was loud and clear, his words repeating again and again inside your head.

"I..."

vi. devotion

"What took you so long?"

As you step foot into his office, barely making it past the threshold, he already hit you a question with the most accusing tone ever. However, you respond with a genuine, warm smile, immediately feeling a sense of familiarity despite his prickly demeanor. Playfully, you quip, "Six months away on a mission, and this is the welcome I receive, babe?"

Dottore responded with a scoff and a roll of his eyes, a scowl forming on his lips, one that you've grown so in love with. His gaze fixated on your disheveled appearance, taking in the swollen state of your lips, the trickle of blood staining your chin, and the messy opening of your collar, revealing a mosaic of red and purple marks adorning your collarbones and neck. His scowl only deepened upon witnessing the spectacle, and even behind his mask, you could sense the piercing daggers of his glare aimed directly at you.

"I received news of your arrival hours ago, and yet you decided to take your sweet time before gracing my office with your presence?" He ceased his writing and put his pen down on his desk. Oooo, he's serious.

"Awww, miss me so much, you keep up to date on everything I do?" You cooed at him teasingly at him and decided to push his papers to the side and sit on his desk, directly in front of him. He chose to ignore your remark.

"What were you doing?" He asked, more inquisitive this time, leaning towards you. You responded with a playful gesture, pursing your lips in a thoughtful manner, feigning deep contemplation over the endeavors you had undoubtedly embarked upon your return.

Just by this, he already seemed unimpressed.

"Oh, you know, I passed by some cuties to your office, so I decided to have some fun!" You smirked when he crossed his arms, his scowl deepened when you pointed at the red marks all over you. It was as if a bunch of sharks had decided to latch onto your skin and bite you.

"So you cheated on me." He bluntly stated. "Again."

You gave him an incredulous look as you let out an overexaggerated gasp. "Oh my darling! I would never think of cheating with you!" You dramatically cried out, "You'd cut me up to pieces and put my parts in individual jars up for display!"

A faint twitch appeared at the corners of Dottore's lips and you swiftly abandoned your playful facade. "Hey," You pouted, your voice tinged with a hint of warning, "Don't get any ideas. I don't like that look on your face."

Dottore's scowl suddenly transformed into a wide grin, revealing the sharp teeth that you've always adored. "Well, my dear, if you were preserved in a jar, at least I would have the assurance that you'd remain there, looking exquisitely beautiful for me, without any possibility of you straying." He playfully remarked, his words laced with a hint of possessiveness that you couldn't help but find endearing.

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head. “That’s morbid, love.” He tutted at that and let out a small ‘hmph!’ in disappointment. He’s so cute. “Besides, I’m not cheating!”

“They are segments.” Dottore deadpanned, his scowl returning to his face, but you could tell it was in a much playful manner. 

You raise a brow at that, “Uh, segments of you. Designed after you. They think like you. They are literally you, but just a specific age, ‘cuz you’re crazy like that.” 

"But they could never compare to the real deal," Dottore persisted, his voice carrying a hint of seriousness. "The true original. The one who created all of them," He declared, pointing confidently at himself, and you almost imploded trying to hold back your laughter.

“I’m sorry, babe, I couldn’t help myself.” You cooed, sliding off his desk and decided to make yourself comfortable on his lap instead, “They’re irresistible.” Dottore looked extremely disappointed at you, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He held nothing but disdain at the sight of the marks on your neck. 

“Yes, so much, so you let them bite you all over.” 

“They missed me. They only bite because it’s a trait of yours.”

“You have no evidence of this so-called trait of mine.”

“Babe, you for real?” Before you could say another word, Dottore seized you by the collar and pressed his lips against yours with an insatiable hunger. The force of the kiss left you breathless, a testament to the months he had spent yearning for your presence, and you decide to kiss his segments before him? The one you’ve known the longest? He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, and before you got yourself lost against his lips, he bit your bottom lip. Hard.

“Ah, fuck!” You cursed out loud, furrowing your brow at the big bruise on your lips. It tasted raw, the fragile skin easily broken with his sharp teeth. More blood dribbled down your chin as you stared at him, your turn to look so unimpressed. “No evidence, my ass! Stop biting so hard, I’m going to die of blood loss.” 

Dottore looked so proud of himself, smirking at you. “I have no idea what you are talking about, my dearest.”

You could only scoff when he licked his lips, definitely enjoying the taste of your blood. “Maybe if you were more honest, then I’d stop making out the segments behind your back.” That seemed to pique his interest, his expression reflecting an internal struggle as he debated whether to succumb to your obvious attempt at manipulation.

"I'm sorry, dear, I love you."

"See," You grin at yourself. "It's not so hard now, is it?"

Years had passed since that one intense confrontation, yet Dottore still struggled to openly express his deepest emotions, but you had come to accept it as a part of who he was. It didn't pose a significant problem for you, as you understood his unique way of conveying love. In his own enigmatic manner, he had discovered alternative ways to demonstrate the depth of his affection. He had shed his inhibitions and now allowed his love to flow freely, unencumbered by the barriers he had once erected.

Dottore hummed, "You know, my dear, I still think you'd make a splendid addition to my collection, preserved in a jar for all eternity." His playful tone hinted at his twisted sense of endearment, a dark humor that was uniquely his.

"I take it back." You glared at him, shivering at the thought. "You're mad."

A mischievous smile danced on Dottore's lips as he teased, brushing his gloved fingers gently against your cheek. "Ah, but my dear, it's precisely that madness that captivates you, isn't it?"

With a huff, you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in the comfort of his shoulders. "Lucky for you, that's true," you admitted, your voice filled with a mix of exasperation and affection. "Missed you,"

He held you tight in his embrace, reciprocating the warmth of your hug. Picking up his pen once again, he returned to his work, the presence of you on his lap bringing a sense of completeness. It felt like home. "And I've missed you too, my knight," He whispered, his words blending seamlessly with the scratching of the pen against the paper, as you both settled into the comforting rhythm of each other's presence.

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛❛ If you like this a lot, consider reblogging! I'll appreciate it very very much! Don't repost and/or translate my work anywhere. ❜❜ ┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

[firesofdainix]

spacetime continuum is such a cool concept! how did you even create the idea? and did you expect it to grow this much? Asking because I love it, back when you first started publishing them i checked the fwndom tag every day hoping youd uploaded a new one •-• its still my favorite series of fics in this fandom

Thank you so much for reading my stories! I admit I never quite expected people to love them much less be inspired, but here we are! March me would be so happy hearing this! So, there are three things that made me inspired to write Spacetime Continuum:

1. Broken AU and its impact in the Solarballs community, such as the Earth favoritism and evil Gas Giants

2. Earth's character being watered down to an innocent planet void of nothing wrong, which frustrates me greatly

3. The Ice Giants playing at most two roles in the Solarballs universes I had seen that time: being non existent, or being victims of the gas Giants.

For more information of the origins of this AU, click read more:

I mentioned that one of the biggest reasons I created this universe was because I had yet to see an AU where the Ice Giants are just as bad as the Gas Giants, and that they go with what the Gas Giants have for them without any coercion. Uranus' personality had been the very first thing I started writing and thinking about, hence my second work for Solarballs being about Uranus, when the paint dries. He was funny to flesh out, from being the insecure planet he is today to the prideful, boisterous and hot tempered character he'd been in the Proto Era. Jupiter and Saturn were the next to follow different tweaks of their character in canon, because my goal had been turning them into complicated and morally ambiguous characters. The Ice Giants are in POWER, IN CONTROL of their horrible actions (though you can make a case for Neptune being manipulated by Uranus, but it's clear he had no qualms killing the other giants and wiping out smaller bodies) in my universe, especially during the war for the position of Celestial Monarch.

The War had already been an integral part of the story, and it was mentioned in my first, now non-canon fic "Mars, god of war" along with hypothetical planets Antichton and Phaeton, plus their relationships with Venus and Mars. But during that, I didn't know what the war had been about, all I know is that Jupiter, Uranus and Neptune were all allies (to also combat the common fanon that Uranus is afraid of Jupiter) and their enemies are Saturn and Planet X. The character of Hades was born, and this drove me to write and flesh out the aforementioned Uranus fic linked earlier, with the earliest mentions of Jupiter accidentally killing Hades, and the animosity between Saturn and Jupiter/Uranus. I didn't expect myself to see the romantic tension between Jupiter and Uranus until now, so that was my fault LMAO

Since this is a series, and not a multi chapter fic, I didn't have to commit to a linear narrative and begin writing one shots about my universe, expanding the characters and the world revolving around the planets. My third fic I've uploaded was about Titan, aka "Saturn's moons hanging by a thread," and the two fics after it about the moons and how the elder Moons were affected by the war. It was an excuse to give the readers more details and clues about what happened before I immediately hit them with the Truth, which is why Saturn merely admonished his moons' actions against Titan in "moon eater." To set up Clues about WHY Jupiter killed Hades in the first place, but making it clear that the story Saturn told IS NOT the whole thing, as we see in "history is a story told by the winners of the fight," there were other factors at play, along with Uranus's ambitious motives (it'll be seen in a fic I'm uploading tonight!) it exposes Jupiter's mental stability and Hades's abuse towards his own older brother that drove him to kill him, even accidentally. And you have to take note this fic was written AFTER plot heavy and clue filled fics such as "after the battle," where Jupiter is written as a megalomaniac that finally got what he wanted; "you didn't know?" Where we are seeing the new personality of Jupiter, and the Ganymede fic, where Jupiter's actions are INEXCUSABLE and shitty. It's fun to see readers puzzling over what the hell happened in the last billion years.

However, since the series is built upon ideas that have taken a long time to consider and new ideas keep popping up, there are times when older fics contradict my new ones, such as changing Earth and Tierra from being the same person to different entities. But I hopefully usually keep my ideas and message consistent. I love having the creativity and using a show about talking planets as my muse and a sandbox for the different kinds of characters and themes which usually play out in the story. I know broken AU gets a whole lot of flack for being the main reason why Earth, Jupiter and Saturn's characters became damaged, but honestly I saw it as an opportunity. A way to integrate the "evil" gas Giants into my AU.

My goal is to keep everyone consistent, well-rounded, and having a defining set of goals and characteristics, including those who are used to drive the story or a character forward, such as Hades, Vulcan, Theia, Antichton and Phaeton, who already have SOME established depth to them other than being the partners of existing planets. I mean... Have you guys READ Antichton in "the consequences of our actions"? He was a bastard, as well-meaning POS who thought he was doing the best. And Hades, aka the planet I created to give Jupiter a character arc, only serving as a plot device? He STILL continues to haunt the narrative. He continues to make Jupiter uncomfortable at the mere mention of him. His murder is seen as Jupiter's power play and not retaliation. That's where I've been going.

Writing the characters who are alive with complex characteristics is something I enjoyed. I enjoyed writing Earth being an unapologetic, arrogant, insensitive asshole who gets on the nerves of other rocky planets. I enjoy writing Saturn as an unrepentant, vain, and self-centered planet who can't apologize without sounding like he forced it. I love writing Sun and how his favoritism, his greenhorn nature when he's been given his system led to the downfall of the solar system and cast permanent wounds to his Giants. And I enjoy writing Planet X, Tyche, Nemesis and Iris, who are up to no good.

The main themes or lessons in my series are as follows:

1. There is more sides to a story than what is given.

2. No one is right. No one is wrong. It all depends on what you're fighting for and the beliefs you have.

3. You need to learn responsibility. You are a born leader, use your talent to the utmost power. Don't play favorites, and discipline them when they go too far.

4. Revenge is a fickle thing: will it make you feel satisfied, or will it just fill your empty heart with negativity?

5. Immortality is sacred. One wrong move against those you love the most and you'll be dead.

6. Favoritism kills.

And a whole lot more I'm not getting into because they'd be spoilers, or they're not fully fleshed out as ideas yet! Thank you for enjoying spacetime continuum, and I hope to upload something about it soon! (Tonight lmao). I... Didn't think thisd get long but IT DID

[thatotherman001]

where u get inspiration for your characters lore? º^º

This is lowkey kinda weird lmao

World aNu was inspired by a few sources, Adventure Time, Super Paper Mario, Kirby, Okami, Avatar, blah blah blah..

Their lore is kinda just an amalgam of ideas, like the Dragon was inspired by Orochi from Okami and Jasper was inspired by Fire Lord Ozai from Avatar in terms of how ruthless their goals are.

But things like Ryker being Ro’s dad or Marbles being madly in love or Fae’s possession just kinda all started as “hmm… what if I..” and see if I liked it enough to actually think about it more than 5 seconds Lmao

The idea of Matter, Dark Matter, and the uses of celestial bodies just comes from the fact that I think space is really cool :3 but also it’s fun to imagine what different forms of Matter exists and how it behaves and interacts with other forms of Matter. For me, it’s a form of Magic that is easier to grasp in terms of what you can actually understand lmao

The idea for the Pixls came from Super Paper Mario, but the Guardian Pixls are just based around small companion characters you’d see paired with main characters but if they actually did stuff except, be funny… they are also based on Knights and Musketeers bc I love Disney’s Three Musketeers, Ro and Marbles’s relationship is actually based around Mickey and Minnie in that Movie, as well as Jaspers plan to take control of aNu

But Honestly, their lore isn’t really based on anything specific, I kinda just made it so I could have my favorite parts from all the shows, games, and ideas I could reasonably think of make sense. I know this probably isn’t the answer you were expecting, but it’s what I got

[phoenixcoreaw]

Doodle of my Fairy Tail rewrite AU! With Lucy, Kai (Oc), Loke, Eridanus and Mard Geer

More brief info under the cut

This isn't really canon compliant at all, it's a rewrite and I make my own rules based on what I think is cool or on my feelings

It takes place after the one year Natsu was away and Fairy Tail disbanded, Lucy depended a lot on her spirits, being her only comfort and company. While she never gave up on Fairy Tail, and still loves her family so much, she grew resentment towards them (especially because of her grief), and when Fairy Tail is back together, after a while Lucy goes on a mission alone to organize her feelings better

There, she meets Kai, a Heavenly Body Magic user and a Celestial Magic User (that has only one silver key lol, but he cherishes it a lot), and very fast they become friends, talking and sharing about spirits and the stars

Kai joins Fairy Tail, and he makes a team with Lucy, while this all started so Lucy would resolve her feelings, she found herself happier with this new dynamic. Loke is, ofc, a big part of this rewrite and so are the other spirits, but he's always there to support Lucy and opening his own gate just to talk to her. I think it's so interesting that Loke is part of Fairy Tail, the leader of the zodiac spirits, the strongest losing only to the King himself, is part of the messiest guild in Fiore lmao, so he becomes part of their team too and goes on missions with them

Eridanus is, well, Lucy's whip! In this story, he gets banished (for reasons) but instead of becoming human, he falls inside the river he represents and gets locked inside the whip. Lucy gets him out, and sorts everything with King like she did when Loke needed her, now she can use Eridanus as a weapon, or 'summon' from inside the whip, but it takes a lot of magic from her. Eridanus acts a bit insane, sometimes too clingy, and he has no filter

Mard Geer is, well, a spirit! Similarly to Ophiuchus he's not part of the 12th zodiac. In this AU he doesn't die after Tartarus, and comes back to try to kill Lucy for ruining his plans. It's a fight with a lot of stakes, and then King appears (as a projection to not ruin the sacrifice that Aquarius and Lucy made) to banish him (Kings favorite thing to do) to the celestial world as a spirit, becoming a key, and having to work with his master, Lucy!

Mard Geer is extremely mad and unstable in the start, but after a while he starts appreciating his new life, because at least he's not dead! He has a funny dynamic with Lucy and Loke

That's it! In this au I want to explore Lucy's feelings and growth with magic, the spirits, heavenly body magic, and characters that aren't from Fairy Tail guild

Commission prices

[lillymakesart]

I've been thinking a lot a lot Mizu thanks to your posts (tho tbh when am I not am I right?) and idk, I'm not good an in depth character analysis, but Mizu feels a lot like the moon; only shining with the permission of whichever sun she has let into her life and into her heart.

But unlike the moon, its not because Mizu cannot shine, but because she doesn't feel worthy of shining.

(Sorry I had a moment of brainrot and none of my friends have watched BES, hope it's okay I dumped this here ;^; )

never apologize to me for sending me bes blessings in my inbox im literally on my knees begging you guys to do this

but YES i am thinking in the same vein!! in my head actually Ringo is the sun and the only light source that Mizu permits to let the light in and reflect back into the world, since Ringo is the only person that she does favors for (e.g. she saves Taigen thinking of him, and promises him that she would save Akemi too)

it can also be thought of in the opposite way too - Mizu is the blinding sun, Ringo (the moon) is the only celestial body worthy enough to catch her light, and Taigen is the earth that circles her and needs her light (maybe Akemi is the stars all around because she doesn't need anything from Mizu and can hold down her business in her own arc)

when I write fics I actually think of Ringo as the sun, Mizu is the blindfolded eldritch beast fighting against her own bubble of darkness (but the sun is trying to show her a lightened path), and Taigen is the guy chasing Mizu on some own personal Moby Dick type shit that literally nobody else but him cares about lmao

my favorite one is from somewhere else on tumblr where Ringo is the kind pet owner that adopted a dirty cat (Mizu) and a dumb dog (Taigen) from the dumpster and he's desperately trying to keep both alive and stop them from killing each other (original author pls come forth if you see this im sorry i could not find you in time to tag)

many interpretations, all good!!! all valid!!! i love literature!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[asklesbianonceler]

obligatory count ymir ask for the meme ✌️

Oh thank you! ✨💜

Favorite Thing About Character:

Do not make me pick a favorite thing. I keep finding new reasons to love him. I am smitten. He is so endearing in how he talks to Yuri and holds him. I love the gender of his whole character. Excellent stuff. Love that he has so much depth and is so easy to sympathize with. I could recap everything I have ever said but I will refrain. I think though that it's rare a character checks all the important boxes for me to not just huperfixate but also get art inspiration from them. Normally it's my OCs because I can control them checking those boxes.

But one of my low-key favorite things about his design is that he looks like he has freckles in high res pics and I think something happened to me when I saw that... I haven't been the same. That shits got me kicking my feet and twirling my hair around my finger. Like, ugh.

Least favorite thing:

Uhhhh, don't quite like how he's perceived by ER fans but that's their fault. Genuinely though I do dislike how ambiguous and vague a lot revolving around him is because the game gives us a lot that sews weird doubt about his character and the quest being a little clunky doesn't help.

Line:

"It was merely the closest of the celestial bodies. Nothing more."

Recency bias. Been thinking about this recently because is the implication trying to get closer or moving further away? Like there's definitely a, We're all made of stardust, kind of read that puts it into a really interesting perspective on getting as close to it as possible. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Brotp:

I don't think his relationship with Jolán is that close friend wise for this. Their dynamic is odd.... Like if he's got a single bro out there it's Rabbath who lets him use the storage room in his house no questions asked. Wish we knew more about Rabbath. I think they could be bros....

Otp:

Love people shipping him with their tarnished. Just know I ship it too 💕 I haven't seen him shipped with any NPCs but like... I'm down to

Notp:

again, genuinely haven't seen him shipped with NPCs so I'm not going to make up situations to dislike lmao. I don't take shipping that seriously anyways.

Headcanon:

I think he probably knits little clothes for Yuri. I think they probably do a bunch of cute shit together and that they have a way to minorly communicate with hand gestures and such. I just want them to have had times they were all as happy as they could be before game events.

Unpopular opinion:

I will draw him bald sometimes but that is not what I believe in my heart. Sorry.

But it's also interesting liking such a minor character to this degree where no opinion can really feel that unpopular. You know? Liking him is the unpopular thing apparently :/

Song:

for some reason I feel like a lot of what I listen to doesn't fit well with ER which is crazy because I love making character/OC playlists.

BuriedKnight mentioned associating him with Crescent by Dead Can Dance and I do love that!

I think Stargazers by Nightwish is just a great song for Elden Ring sorcerers as a whole. And I ironically do have a song I associate with Metyr. Cassandra by Florence and the Machine has some bits in it that kinda get me in my feelings about Metyr, but that's all I have for you on this!

Pic:

I am adding that high res pic by Alphagravy that I mentioned earlier because it's in game and also freckles....

[bubblewonderabyss]

For the Corrugated ask game: 🧰🎣👥⛽🚀🔭❤️‍🩹🤿

🧰What huge, super ambitious mod would you make if you had the time/energy/skills?

Some day I want to make a fullon expansion mod that adds two new species (the neon shop keeper robot's species and one of my own design called troctos,) a new planet type, multiple city types, codices, and god knows what else. I'm still fleshing some stuff out

🎣What emotion does the fishing minigame make you feel?

Tension. I can't count how many times I've been THIS close to a max rarity fish only to get sniped

👥What race would you like to know more about?

Hmm...I'm really curious about the daily lives of the avians, both religious and grounded

⛽Gather erchius or buy erchius?

Buy, most of the time, though I've been getting back into gathering lately, it's got such a unique vibe

🚀Which ship design is the best?

Probably the glitch ship, it's so whimsical

🔭Favorite celestial body to see in the sky?

It's a toss up between double moons (makes my bionicle loving heart happy) and a gas giant (majestic!)

❤️‍🩹If your save data was somehow lost or corrupted which character would you remake first and why?

Roberik, he's protag so it feels right. I'd probably just remake them in the order they appear as I'm writing my comic tbh. Recreating Tashth's ship/crew would be a nightmare though lmao

🤿Which ocean type is the best?

Thrashed! Building a surface colony that the weather can't obliterate has been a fun challenge. And exploration wise the underground just gets cooler the deeper you go. Super fun planet type all around

[katyspersonal]

OKAY THIS TIME I AM SENDING QUEEN YHARNAM YHARNAM YHARNAM IT’S YHARNAM OKAY LIKE THE SCREAMING BLOOD LADY IN A WHITE DRESS 🩸🩸🩸🩸🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼👩🏻‍🦳👩🏻‍🦳💀💀

(Sorry I had to lmao)

(From this ( x ) ask meme)

First impression: Honestly, again, it was in PS4-less times, and so I learned of Annalise through wikias... I thought it was a quite uncommon design for a vampire queen concept, yet at the same time, it felt right like nothing else-

Okay OKAY fine, this internal joke is overstaying its welcome xD

First impression: Oooooh, she is pretty! …that's it, really x) I did not even know she had a boss battle until much later. o_o"

Impression now: She is a really badass person, holy shit! Just... Just how COOL is she, kicking our ass in wedding dress, while being pregnant, and cackling like a maniac while sending projectiles of her own blood at us???? Like you know those memes and takes along the lines of 'stop acting like femininity is synonymous with weakness, look at Princess P3ach kicking your ass with feminine attributes'? Fuckin do the same shit with Queen Yharnam! Please!!! And she has a great potential, as ancestor of what are now Vilebloods and affiliate with cursed Pthumerian faction that apparently mingled with the divine not in the same way as Isz and Choir x)

Favorite moment: Her just standing there (menacingly) and weeping because Wet Nurse stole her baby! She is just so broken... There is a cut content where you could give Yharnam's Stone to Fishing Hamlet priest, and he'd point out that mother's devotion could still be felt there.

Idea for a story: Damn, the problem with her is that her prime is LONG in the past in the game's world. Not even in the same way as pre-Church Byrgenwerth or 'omg Maria and other vilebloods when they were babies :3', like... WAY too long ago. Pthumerians deserve an official comic about their culture, past and downfall entirely. However, I speculate that she had to be revived by the School of Mensis to take the cord from her; Mergo and her are basically one organism, you might have noticed they fused with her womb, hence there is no astral body besides that cord, only voice. And, well, it'd be interesting to go into this idea, elaborate how they did that, how hard was the fight with her, how many hunters died x) Maybe Queen Killer was involved into helping to get THAT far in the dungeons.. (and left there to die after expiring his use, of course. Classic.)

Unpopular opinion: I don't think her spouse is Oedon! The spouse figure appears to be a person that gets married in an unholy ritual; Queen Yharnam is wearing Ring of Betrothal, and with the same ring we can propose to Annalise - as both male OR female hunter! Oedon is the priest marrying the two, if anything (with likely a bad outcome for the "husband" side one way or another). Oedon can cause Celestial Larvae same as Flora (Ebrietas is called 'bastard of the moon' in game files), but it appears that Mergo and whatever baby Annalise could have are different entity, whether conceived by Oedon's blessing or not. In either case, actual spouse of Yharnam was someone else, and perhaps something bad happened to them!

Favorite relationship: Haha, well, there isn't much to do, is there…? However, I can see the potential of her and Wet Nurse being EXes! xD I am still deciding on what exactly Wet Nurse is, however, she is quite TOO Pthumerian-appearing to be just an external Great One… On the other hand, Wet Nurse notably has no blood, and Oedon IS said to have lost a child too… And Oedon's true nature IS within the blood, especially "dirty" one like Vileblods', so maybe! Maybe Wet Nurse was the one carrying Oedon's baby, that was lost because of whatever happened with Wet Nurse that made her lose blood. My draft idea is that she set herself on fire / sacrificed her blood / etc to grant Pthumeru Ihyll branch their bloody-pyromancy powers (not the same kind as Loran Clerics' magic!), so they could protect themselves from the beasthood, but seeing how mortals repeated their mistakes, Wet Nurse turned on them and took the baby! She keeps Mergo as surrogate and "what is hers", but also out of spite, because nourishing them (she IS a wet nurse, heheh!) nourishes the Nightmare itself, so, the Hell. And Yharnam just can't convince her EX bestie/gf/etc to come to her senses! AAAAAA THE DRAMA!!!!!!

Favorite headcanon: Basically everything I've just written. xD It is very hard to choose anything because in general, her backstory is so mysterious that it is ALL for you to work on.

[onlyswan]

an assumption? hmm...how about... you...perhaps...just maybe...love...jungkook...? possibly? (ok but a real one...you are just a fluffy little kitten operating in a humans body, born to become a cute loving lil celestial body that sprinkles love on everyone from up in the night sky...forced stay earthbound and take exams 😞...) hehe, i missed you so much and have been away so long :( i have to catch up !! can't wait for the next drabble, i miss my koo T^T hope you're doing well <3 oh oh also! things i associate with beloved iw!couple? i know it's not an object or place but, orpheus and eurydice :') saw it on broadway a while ago, and after reading the drabble with jk reading about it makes me so....sigh oh! and riding bikes on a pretty breezy summer day (passenger princess jk my baby...that was the first drabble of yours i read and is so dear to me ueue) and also everytime i use tissues (not often) i think about oc wiping jungkook's tears with tissues cause tears irritate his skin. and also saiki k. TT that was probably my *second* drabble of your i read, and i started saiki solely because of it. it is now one of my favorite anime so thank you for that art...ur so cool. also every time i watch it, i gotta match up to the dreamy soft vibes iw!couple had going on while they watched, cause comedy is best when you feel comfy. ok! i'm done! sorry this is so long. bye bye ♡ (i lied one more thing. i actually don't know if i'm still moon anon now that i came off anonymous lmao? either way, very glad i started writing to you in the first place. not sure if it counts but i think you're my favorite penpal)

-🌙

both very much true… no other fluffy little kitten operating in a human body in the world loves jungkook more than i do… 🥲🩵

i missed you too and i hope you’re taking good care of yourself!! 🫂🫂🫂

oh my god i teared up immediately when i read orpheus and eurydice thANK YOU this is very personal to me

passenger princess jk getting the special mention he deserves <333

and also everytime i use tissues (not often) i think about oc wiping jungkook's tears with tissues cause tears irritate his skin.

🥹🥹🥹 stop this is so cute you remembering such a tiny little detail

AND SAIKI K YESYESYESJDKDJDJ still top tier :") i’m so freaking happy i got someone to watch it hehehe i’m excited to rewatch it again this yr when i have my summer break ^__^

you’re still moon anon to me and i do believe we’re penpals <3 love youuuu

[bittyfromquotev]

DCA AUs

I have a few AUs for the Daycare Attendant/Sun and Moon Show, and one in development, so I thought I’d share them here!

Twilight Fields: the first AU I made! This AU is pretty similar to the original SB, but with a few differences. Gregory receives help from a girl named Lavender, who has been in the PizzaPlex for as long as she can remember. She is able to gain several allies for Gregory, including the Daycare Attendant and Eclipse. Also Eclipse ends up killing Vanny towards the end lmao

Eclipsed Living: my Veteran DCA AU! This takes place (in the story) a little after WW3. The reader ends up being their next door neighbor and shenanigans happen. Sun and Moon are separate in this AU, both with scars of some kind because ✨war trauma✨. Lovely story. I have 1 chapter on my AO3 (Madaicita17)

Horrors in The Blue: this AU is about Y/N (nickname: Reef) and their college roommate/friend Pearl. In order to complete a horror-related project for the month of October, they set their sights on the urban legend about strange sea creatures. This legend ends up being a real thing, and (somehow) the two of them end up becoming friends with these sea creatures! Fun story I’m still developing a little lol

Songverse: Okay so this AU is kinda all over the place, since it involves multiple fandoms. This story (based on the trend: your favorite song becomes your life) follows a girl named Topaz, who, by some strange events, is dead. Legit she does not remember when, where, why, or how she died, but now she’s stuck in the PizzaPlex. It’s also apparent that she’s stuck being no more than 20 feet away from the DCA. She gets a new body eventually, tho. So it’s all good. Again, very confusing concept, but I’m working on it :)

(Name TBD): I don’t have a full-fleshed story for this one, but basically it’s the SAMS as mythical/celestial guardians/entities of the world that cause chaos or something

Human AU: This is kinda both just the SAMS being humans but it’s also them in my Danganronpa AU. Lots and lots of backstory lol. It’s fun

[shnowyfox]

all my mlp ocs in order of creation

DayDreamBreeze. also my original gamertag on minecraft! i uhm. shes not supposed to be a cheese changling. She's inspired by a fluttershy toy i had and the beautiful artwork for the honey queen chrysalis from ink rose's interpretation of her backstory. i swapped the honey for water and she's supposed to be a pegasus? but i drew her as a changling here for some reason and i have no clue why

Casey Cockatrice. Seeing pony youtubers discuss the show in their oc form, and thinking "wow, they're all just pegasi" i was like "i should do that but not be a pegasus" so i made an oc and never did that lol. probably a good thing though. anyhow. Casey was originally supposed to be an angel cockatrice but I didn't know how to do that without just making a chicken with a lizard tail until just now im realizing i should make it a dutchie omg. Casey enjoys the ponies and wants to befriend them but is confined to the everfree forest, so she has dawned a blindfold so she doesnt hurt anyone and she likes to hang out with zecora and collect herbs with her. she still just kinda does chicken/dragon things most of the time like pecking at the ground and sitting on treasure. The ring in her comb is supposed to be a halo. halos stuck in the character's design physically (usually through the hair or something similar) was a common thing i did for characters that were close to me at the time.

Lemon Lily. She is. very bright. she was supposed to have a much more subtle color palette but i didnt do that and now she looks like sprite lmao. anyhow. i drew her randomly when i went through a small mlp phase a few years ago, mainly just attraction for chrysalis, but i guess she exists. her cutie mark is supposed to look like a water lily made of lemons but it kinda just looks weird idk. i'd say her talent is supposed to be like.. maybe floral arrangement? i think i had some inspiration from early mlp background ponies and i remember the florists were my favorite.

JASON!! my favorite little idiot. he's a griffin i made in pony.town after realizing if i use the singular freckle and closed the eyes, it looked like he had tiny eyes and angry brows lol. all i do with him is act vaguely like skydoesminecraft and boop people with my bird fingers.

DayDreamBreeze 2.0. i literally drew this bitch and didn't do anything else with them. ever.

then is autumn breeze whom i've drawn literally in like my last post so im not doing it again rn. she's my LOE pony and if you want her lore go to the post where i drew her on my phone.

Honey Suckle. The only OC that I have surviving evidence of actually writing their backstory and whatnot. They were created with the idea of them experimenting on their body trying to turn themselves into a bee (basically beeatris as a horse, i know none of you know my persona beeatris but its pretty much her without the demonic activity and disney fairy influence), though i have thought of maybe changing it to her wanting to become a breezy or a changeling. She lost her horn because of this experimentation and is fluffier and has patches of hair on her eyes because of it. i forgot if she had a cutie mark or if i just didnt draw it or if it's overgrown? I think a lot of this character's experimentation was based off of memories of my brother who had leukemia and tried experimental treatments, mainly the fuzziness he got from his chemo or steroids i forgot which one it was. I also drew her as a kirin, idk if that was supposed to be a thing of like.. me doing it as an alternate idea of what she's aiming to achieve, as an alternate form of what she was born as.. or if it was just a doodle.. but it was pretty cool. a good quote for her is the vine thats like "i am a wolf on all levels but physical"

Next is Pegasus. I originally had a different name for them but i don't think i can share it here. Pegasus is also related to my brother though and is very cool. they're really just a celestial body as a pony like Celestia and Luna, but with more of a crystal pony inspiration. also, they speak enchanting table only and i think thats really funny. same size as Luna. also, she can hide in Luna's hair.

Stone Hoof. based somewhat off of Smokey Quartz from Steven Universe, i thought it'd be cool to also give them speckling like an appaloosa horse or vitiligo. you can't see their cutie mark but it's supposed to be a yoyo and i put it in the shape of the symbol of leo since im a leo and i designed them on the same day as pegasus lol. they are intended to be a friend to Honey Suckle.

Finally, we have... I didn't name this one actually. uhm. well! it looks kinda like scootaloo, especially g3 or 3.5. which was unintentional but she was one of my favorite ponies and i had a few toys of her so it kinda makes sense that this is what my brain thought of when i thought "well loved my little pony doll". The hair is based off of the fettucine hair on those g4 plushies and also somewhat based on dreads. the patterns on their hooves is the heartshaped horseshoe from those promotional toys where you can scan them in for video game perks. and the wings are colored after discord's wings. I also got inspo from Stitches from Animal Crossing.

those are the horses. 1 like = 1 more horse post.

i also have customs i made as a kid that i dont have pictures of but i could redraw. but they're basically just "this character but i painted this animal on their face."

[firesofdainix]

I just read your new one shot and oh my god/pos

though I have SO many questions, like are the ‘ghosts’ just figments of their imagination or are they actually ghosts? Like for the others it feels as if they’re being haunted by their own guilty conscience, but when we get to Neptune’s part, it feels as if the ghosts are actually there with him?

(also YESSSS Brahma crumbs, lmao I’ve really taken a liking to his character and how he acts as almost an ‘opposite’ to shiva?? if I think I worded my thoughts correctly)

Thank you so much! Rarely am I proud of my stuff but I like this one! Enough to make people read it more *shakes purse*

I've confirmed in an earlier ask that I have yet to decide if there's an afterlife for celestial bodies, and the ghosts are a toss-up as well. But I DO LOVE how you interpreted my one-shot! Planets have done fucked up things in the past, and their regrets are higher than Mt. Everest. Of course these regrets ended up becoming "ghosts" of the past, ranging from not being haunted (Saturn) to being VERY haunted (Jupiter.) Saturn just has no remorse, or if he does, it's mostly located towards Planet X, who haunts him. It's why he cant enjoy his relationship with Jupiter since Planet X keeps haunting him when he does something nice with his husband. As for Neptune... Maybe they really ARE ghosts of those he tortured and killed, maybe it was just his remorse subconsciously trying to remind him what he'd done to the solar system.

Brahma has one of my favorite gacha character designs! I should REALLY share those lol. So glad that some of my OCs are gaining your attention! Brahma MIGHT get more depth if I touch on Planet X's character more!

[eldermindless]

Ask List time! :D

3, 10, 20, 23, 41, 56, 67, 77, 93

feeling pretty fluid rn so

✴️thèmo

🌋lucifer

✨reviko

what color are your eyes?

body: light green

✨usually dark red. i get moods sometimes tho

✴️uhhhh yellow with black star pupils. or light blue with white pupils. i am shapeshifter so it depends

🌋every time i blink they switch:)) main red or gold or some swirly fucked up shit

how would you describe your style?

✨whimsical goth, grunge, celestial

🌋i like to dress as a prince, pirate and vampire hybrid

✴️not my responsibility. guess i would go for either techwear or victorian gothic. end up dressed with flannels, crop top and funky pants

how tall are you?

body:168cm/5'6

✨taller.

🌋definitely 6`9

✴️idgaf

describe your dream date

✨ghghg oh well. like a roadtrip to some pretty spot in nature and hanging out/dancing/singing/talking/napling/doing witchcraft there. like a picnic:3 preferably not sober lmao

🌋arson. burning down police station. pulling a scam. killing god. homoerotic swordfighting. fuck that, all activities homoerotic and with much flirting

✴️uhhh i like tea. pretty sure i am aro but if friend date id like to discuss philosophy/psychology/occult while drinking my tea on top of the roof. watching sunrise perhaps

top 10 favorite songs

phèmiec: 🌋✴️little clown, ✨made of death, ✨sweet, ✨🌋boom

✨lavender blood by fox academy

✨🌋far from home by august jones

✨creature by half alive

✨tartaros by ethos of iza

✨Scarborough fair/canticle by simon n grantfunkel

🌋devil says hi by dany lightyear

✨at the bottom of everything by bright eyes

✴️very few dancers by sons of illustrous fathers

🌋run from me by timber timbre

🌋my ordinary life by the living thombstones

the comfort of a laughing track by roar

✴️my axe by faesinth

✴️limbo by pearl/iykyk/tazzy

🌋✴️sui by maretu

✴️apotheosis by thquib

would you rather live in rural areas or the  suburbs?

🌋city center. unlike those motherfuckers, i enjoy going out

✨id like to live outside of town, but still. possible to get there. but no people around.

✴️either castle or woods

 what are your hobbies?

🌋commiting tax fraud, arson, scamming, general chaos, giving life advice, seducing beings, schemes, blood magic (feeding besties), parties, destruction, fighting, fucking, teasing.

✴️in mortal body i enjoy making tea, coffee, helping people out, psychology, analysis. i enjoy discussing the peculiar. also anything with good cinematography

✨tarot readings, witchcraft, poetry, anime. maybe psychology?? its complicated. fashion, making spaces cozy, talking with friends.

do you miss anyone right now?

✨ghghg. i think so. i shouldn't?? i rarely get emotionally attached so this whole shit is. terrifying. genuinely don't know whats the normal amount.

✴️huh revi is at it again. i do not miss anyone. miss when our coffee machine worked

🌋why would i miss anyone hmm nah im pretty sure i dont

last thing you ate?

body: some beef marinated in sweet chilli/teriyaki/soy sauce

🌋milfs pussy

✴️does tea count?

✨blood probably

[ace-in-place]

OC Associations Tag Game

Thank you @kiaransalee for the tag :-)!!

Had to go with my current favorite, Cupid/Taalon <3

Animal: Barn owl

Colors: Forest green, burnt orange, dark brown

Month: January

Songs: The Archer - Adam Melchor, Off My Mind - Joe P, Absence - Rio Romeo

Number: I have no idea haha

Plants: Larkspur, poison sumac, white chrysanthemum

Smells: Well-loved leather, sandalwood, dead leaves

Gemstone: Black tourmaline

Season: Winter

Time of day: Dusk

Places: The library, deep in the forest, old wooden cabins

Food: Bone broth

Drinks: Cranberry juice, dry red wines, mulled wine

Element: Water

Astrological sign: Capricorn (sun)

Seasonings: Cinnamon, sage, chives

Sky: The darkness right before it starts snowing

Weather: Frigid and cloudy

Magical power: Hail of thorns

Weapons: Bow, arrow, dagger

Social media: N/A

Makeup product: Eyeliner

Candy: Warheads (sour and bitter womp womp)

Method of long distance travel: Horse, either horseback or horse and cart

Art style: Mine Romanticism

Fear: Pyrophobia

Mythological creature: Phoenix

Piece of stationary: Eraser

Three emojis: 🏹🧪💔

Celestial Bodies: A moon

I think @kiaransalee tagged about all of the mutuals I have that are active here anymore LMAO, I guess anyone who wants to do this say you were tagged by me :^)