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sanjisboyfie · 1 year ago

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to help me sleep at night just random individual headcanons from various places of my brain (did it on my phone if typo ignore or u eill explode)

m!reader

if suguru is smoking and you come up to him:

option a: you smoke too, he lights your cigarette up w his lighter, cupping his hand over the flame to make sure it doesnt go out before your end is properly lit, OR he makes sure you have yours in your mouth, before leaning in towards you (his is in his mouth) and pressing the two ends together to make yours light off of his end, OR, he just insists on you two sharing the one hes already smoking, smirking as hes got infinite amount of indirect kisses lined up for him now

option b: you don't smoke, so he immediately stomps it out on the ground and blows the last hit he took into thr opposite direction of you so you dont ahve to smell it/smell like it.

satoru really loves embarassing you two in public, especially in his teen days. out of nowhere, really erotic noises would come from him - obviously unprompted and unprovoked - and he'd just start obnoxiously moaning your name...so fucking embarrassing. its like hes got the humor of a middle schooler. like youre in the arcade playing games w each other, he loses, and then he starts shaking the poor machine and jolting his hips back and forth AS IF hes getting railed when obviously hes FUCKING NOT and screaming "eugh!! uAgh!! HARDER [NAME]!! FUCK" and youre just trying very hard to get him to shut the fuck up

another satoru headcanon, loves gushing to u abt his lil nerd findings. when you were in highschool tgt, he would have you sit in front of him on his bed as he pointed to all the different mechanjcs his gundam figurine (bc he deffo collected them bye its ltr canon) has and going all nerdy by making silly noises like "pshhh! pfooo! baam!" as he makes them dance around in front of you. you just let him indulge you because hes honestly adorable whenever he does get rlly into it and not at all an annoying piece of shit, like he usually is. he might even rock ur bodies back and forth as hes doing all the sound effects too before setting the toy down and jus peppering kisses all over your face and neck. awww the little shit is being cute.

erm erm guys lemme cook w the one piece boys rq.

TRAFALGAR LAW...thats the headcanon.

ok obvs jk. but just imagine laws hands (gigglegiggle) and how theyre always in conract w u. mans cannottt keep his hands to himself. but nooo his hands needs to touch skin or else its not even worth it???? his fingers will slither beneath your shirt and grip onto your pelvis, or they'll go below your waistband and just run up and down your hipbone. if hes coming up from behind you his personal favorite is grabbing the back of your neck with his COLD ASS hands and watching you jump in genuine UNCOMFORTABLENESS and him jus laugh at u. then he kisses the spot he touched, covering the cold sensation w his warm lips. orrrr how about how he literally tugs you around w his hands. idk smth like pulling you inby yourbelt loops and forcing you to sit on his lap, no matter whos w u guys. or how hes always got his hand in yours so hes guiding you places/forcing you to stick near him

luffy gulp. luffy gulp gulp. the absolute sweetest sweetheart. probably loves kissing a lot. when u guys first started dating the only kisses hed accept were if u guys both looked like ducks and your lips were pursed to heaven and beyond. he thought it was rlly cute and liked how it felt. a very smiley teethy kisser if ykwim. 99.9% of ur kisses end up with him grinning ear to ear so youre basically kissing teeth stp but its ok hes babygirl it ok. luffy wants kissed for every single little thing. you gusy woke up? kiss. you guys r gonna eat breakfast? kiss. you guys r about to take a bath? kisses in the bath r fun!!!!! luffy is a kissing enthusiast. give him kisses wtfffff

tbh zoros a biter. like bro definitely bit kids when he was little. but MOVING ON FROM THAT. i mean: hes the type to bite as a form of affection. ABS IF U CANT SEE THE VISION IDC he definitely does. he sees your arms and thinks hmm i shd try eatin that in a very unserious way so he bites it when its in front of him and u genuinely look st him as if he has rabies. then he jus shrugs and ignores it??? which hello why is ur teeth imprinted in my skin rn ur jus gonna ignore it. if you guys r cuddling, he bites your bicep lightly to wake u up because hes too lazy to speak words. zoro rlly is "i no energy word bite yes" like dawg it does NOT work like that. bites your fingers sometimes when u hold hands....then licks it better when youre abiut to dcold him. the thing is this is all v nonchalantly done. like he rlly doesnt see how odd this is so he just does it and then cotninues on as if it isnt lowk v odd and abnormal. bites a lot. (he a freakazoid) dont let him rest his hesd between your legs for nap time he will definitely bite the inside of your thighs and that hurts like a bitch. next thing yk hes biting too close and taking off ur dick. do not risk it w this man.

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alastor-simp · 8 months ago

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Female Demon Who Sings Like "Ado" - Hazbin Hotel Gang Part 2/2

❥Note: Here is Part 2 of the hazbin hotel gang reacting to a demon who sings like my favorite singer Ado.

Might have more than one favorite song choice for certain characters. Enjoy everyone:)

Niffty🪡

🪡Niffty tend to listen to music from time to time. She listened to more songs from the 1950s, but she did expand on listening to other songs from different time periods. She loved listening to music when she cleaned around the hotel, especially when she cleaned next to Alastor, as he was always playing jazz from his microphone.

🪡Quickly sweeping the halls of the hotel, Niffty heard the sounds of someone humming. Filled with curiosity, she sped to where the sounds was coming from. The humming was coming from the kitchen, where you happened to be. Niffty peaked her head through the door, and saw you near the stove, mixing something in a pot. Your humming escalated to full on singing, as you moved side to side.

🪡Turning to grab something from the counter, you were met with a large sparkling eye staring at you, causing you to scream. Niffty was bouncing on the counter in excitement, amazed at your singing. "OH MY SATAN YOU SING IN JAPANESE?! NAZE OSHIETE KURENAKATTA NODESU KA?" (Translation: Why didn't you tell me?). Taking deep breaths to calm down from the sudden scare, you stayed a bit silent as you looked away from Niffty. She caught on to your reaction, and ask what was wrong, while also apologizing for scaring you. You told Niffty it was okay and that you weren't upset about that, but just embarrassed cause you weren't use to singing in front of others. You turn the heat down on the stove, and walked over to the kitchen table, taking a seat.

🪡Niffty sped to one of the chairs, and took a seat on it, smiling at you. Heaving a sigh you told her about your past life, how you were a famous singer in Japan, but suddenly died out of nowhere and was casted down to Hell. Despite being famous, you preferred your privacy, so you kept your identity a secret from everyone. Niffty listened to your story, despite her creepy smile enlarging, her eyes were kind. She did ask you if you wanted to continue singing, to which you nodded yes too.

🪡Niffty told you to wait a second, as she hurried out of the kitchen, leaving you by yourself. She quickly came back with Alastor behind her. "Sir said he would help you!" She bounced with enthusiasm, earning a small chuckle from Alastor. You looked at the both of them, telling Niffty it was okay while also apologizing to Alastor since you knew he probably was busy with other things and didn't want to affect his schedule, but Niffty just ran behind you and began pushing your legs, telling you to go.

🪡Alastor, having listening to Nifftys persistence, decided to put in a good word for you with Mimzy's studio, allowing you to be hired there as a singer, but you made an exception to wear a mask that covered your face to conceal your identity. Mimzy was fine with it as long as you brought in lots of fellows into the studio. Her business became booming with new residents coming in to see you perform. You had become a bigger star then Mimzy, which ticked her off a bit, but she would get over it.

🪡Niffty would always attend your shows, having become a bit of an obsessed fan. She would help with writing new songs with you as she was very fluent in Japanese as well. Her favorite song/song cover of yours is "Darling Dance"

(Side Note: Niffty understands and speaks Japanese, its confirmed on the Hazbin Hotel Wikia)

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Husk🍺

🍺Husk didn't mind music from time to time. He was a classy man, so he stuck to more of the oldies and jazz-type of songs, but he would listen to others as long as it didn't bother his ears, this man is a cat demon so his ears are sensitive.

🍺He had no idea you had an amazing voice until the day he caught you at the Consent Club. Him and the other residents at the hotel were drinking and having a fun time. Husk needed to get some fresh air, so he headed to the club's balcony. Once he was outside, he saw you standing at the edge of the balcony, leaning against the metal chain that was preventing you from falling. You were quietly singing a soft tune, catching Husk off-guard. He was a bit shocked, but he started to smile as he shut the door behind him.

🍺The sound of the door closing made you stop singing as you turned around, shocked to see Husk standing behind you, with a small smile. "Nice voice their kid." Husk walked closer to you, while you were mentally panicking that he caught you. "Oh- I-I I-um...I'm Sorry!" Yelling out, you sped past Husk, leaving him along confused on the balcony. "What the hell was that about?" he thought, as he stood there, wondering why you overreacted.

🍺When he came back to the group, you acted like nothing happened, and avoided looking at Husk. The both of you didn't say anything, even when you headed back to the hotel. Husk still couldn't gather why you acted that way when he caught you singing. He wanted to figure out what was wrong, so he headed up to your room, knocking on the door. The door was opened, and he came inside, seeing you sitting on the bed. Husk slowly walked up to you, taking a seat on the bed. "Hey kid, you alright? He calmly waited for your response. You didn't say anything, but you nodded your head. The both of you stayed silent, until Husk decided to break it. "If you need to talk about something kid, I'm all ears. Talking to this old bartender here may do you some good."

🍺You have a small laugh at what Husk said, before you apologized to him for running away like that. You started explaining your past life, being born in Japan and becoming a very famous singer at a young age. You loved singing so much, but you preferred doing it when your identity was kept a secret. When you had seen Husk, you panicked and had no choice, but to run away. Husk listened to you, wrapping on of his wings around you giving you some comfort, which you appreciated. "Nothing wrong with that kid." He could read you like a book, seeing the desire in your eyes to continue singing. He did ask you if you wanted to perform again to which you nodded at.

🍺Husk was an overlord in the past, but he lost that status when he sold his soul with Alastor. He, however, still had control of his many casinos, and they could use some new entertainment. He had to discuss it with his boss, Alastor, first. Surprisingly, Alastor allowed it. You told Husk he didn't have to go through all of these lengths for you, but he said it was no problem.

🍺He got you a tuxedo outfit that you could where during your performances, along with a mask. He had you perform at one of his most popular casinos, where there were tons of demons gambling till they dropped. The demons around that were gambling fell into a trance when you first performed. Many demons had recorded your performance and sent it to others, which caused a crowd of demons to flood into the casino now, wanting to gamble while also wanting to here you sing.

🍺Husk always made sure to be there when you performed. While he was gambling, he made sure to keep an eye on you, making sure you were okay. He also helped with your exits in case someone ran up to you, wanting to be creepy or try to take your mask off. You and him had gotten closer as a result of this. He would always listen to you talk about a new song idea when he was cleaning up the bar, and giving you some of his ideas as well. His favorite song of yours is "Readymade"

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Alastor🦌

🦌Alastor's life revolved around music. He was the radio demon, so of course he thoroughly enjoyed listening to tunes. He wasn't big on today's modern music, finding it to be a bunch of wacky noise, but he could appreciate some of them. Jazz and electric swing were his top genres to listen to, and he played them during his broadcasts.

🦌He had met you when you first arrived at the hotel, seeking redemption. He did watched you judgmentally, wondering if you were planning to cause harm to anyone in the hotel, but he quickly calculated that you were just a regular normal sinner. The both of you interacted from time to time, as you appreciated his love for music and would discuss a bit about it.

🦌Alastor never would have guessed you were musically talented until he discovered you, singing in your room. He was humming to himself, walking down the halls, when he heard a feminine voice, singing a foreign melody. Alastor moved to where the singing was coming from and had appeared in front of your door. The door was opened a smidge, allowing Alastor look through the small crack, seeing you in your room. You were holding a notepad in your hand, while sitting on your bed. Your eyes were closed as you allowed your voice to belt out the lyrics that were written on the notepad. Alastors smiled widen as he continued to observe you. "Well well, seems like our guest is a little songbird."

🦌Once you were done, you grabbed the pen that was next to you and began to write in your notepad. The sound of clapping erupted from the side of your room, causing you to turn. Alastor was leaning against your door frame, clapping as his mouth was drawn into a smirk. "Utterly spectacular, my dear! Your voice was so charming you could have been mistaken for an Angel! HAHAHA!" Alastor laugh to himself as he walked closer to your bed. Your body was in literally shock, and you had dropped the pen and notepad from hand. You quickly grabbed the blanket from your bed, and covered your body and face with it, yelling at Alastor to not look at you.

🦌Quite an odd reaction. Alastor raised an eyebrow as he stared at your cocoon form on the bed. He motioned closer and sat on the bed, crossing his legs, as his crimson eyes kept watching you. "Whatever is wrong, my dear? Why do you not want me to look at you?" You gave no response back to Alastor, as you stayed wrapped up in the blanket. He tilted his head at you, as he moved a bit closer to you, grabbing what seemed to be your shoulders under the blanket, and moved you to face him. "Darling~. It is quite rude not to look at someone when they are talking to you."

🦌He could feel your body stiffen, when he touched you, but you still refused to remove yourself from the blanket. Alastor leaned down closer, speaking in a soft whisper: "My dear~, Look at me." His ears picked up your loud sigh, as he saw you slowly unravel yourself from the blanket shield, seeing your redden cheeks. "There you are! Now then! Care to tell me why you hid yourself away from me!" He exuberantly said, as he continued to stare at you, with a gleeful smile. You apologized to him, saying you were just embarrassed that he caught you singing. He did ask why should you feel embarrassed before you gave him another sigh. You did say you could tell him your past life, if he wanted to hear it, which he nodded his head at you, leaning closer, making you flush more.

🦌You were born in Japan, and as you grew older you had a passion for music, but you stuck to doing little things like song covers and whatnot on the internet. Eventually, you happened to be discovered and hired by a large music company, and started to create your own original music, but without showing yourself and identity to others. You had to slowly explain to him what an "Utaite" was as he was from the 1900s, so he never once heard that term before. Once you finished, you did jumped a bit when you felt his hands move to your cheeks, squishing them.

🦌"Thank you telling me, my dear! But I do have to ask, why hide yourself?" He wasn't being judgemental, he was just very curious. You told him that its what made you comfortable and you rather stick with it, which Alastor responded back with a "Fair Enough." Alastor did ask you, if you wanted to sing again, to which you responded with a quiet yes. "How about a deal my dear? And no, not for your soul. More of a partnership, rather. I could feature you in some of my broadcasts! You won't have to show yourself, and you can sing to your heart's content. What do you say?" Alastor was met with a huge smile from you, as you nodded your head, shouting yes. Chuckling at your reaction, Alastor stood up, pointing his hand towards you, telling you to take it and come with him, as you both would head to his radio tower.

🦌After a few days of setting up and preparing, the both of you were ready your first session in Alastors broadcast. He knew not to reveal your real name and decided to pronounce you as the "Radio Siren." The minute you performed, Alastor was able to sense with his powers, more residents switching on to his station, pleasing him. Your first broadcast together was a hit, satisifying both you and Alastor, especially Alastor since he knew Vox would be fuming at this.

🦌He interacted more with you after that, before you were just associates and now you both were besties. He would pitch in his ideas with you for new songs you were coming up with. He did want to do a duet with you, taking upon himself to learn some Japanese from you and Niffty. His favorite songs of yours is "All Night Radio" and "Aishite Aishite Aishite"

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Sir Pentious🐍

🐍Sir Pentious music tastes shifted to more of the classical side. He was from the 1800s, so he wasn't all to familiar with today's music, but he wouldn't mind indulging in it from time to time, especially if it made him appear cool.

🐍He and you had become quick friends after he joined the hotel for real this time. He was a bit of an odd ball, but he was sweet when he interacted with you. He soon found about your beautiful singing when he was slithering down the hotel hallways. He was holding specific tools and metal parts that were intended to fix parts of his air ship. His egg bois were following behind him, holding other tools that Sir Pentious couldn't carry. One of his egg bois had stopped walking, and began to walk closer to one of the doors that was slightly opened. This caught the attention of the other egg bois, as they huddled together, peaking their egg heads to look inside the room. Sir Pentious noticed, and slithered back towards them. "Minionssss, come along now. No time to wa-" Sir pentious words drew to a halt as he realized what caught the attention of his minions.

🐍Inside of the hotel library, there was hardly anyone there, except you. Your hands were scribbling something down on a piece of paper while sitting on the couch. While your hands were at work, you were swaying your head side to side, completely immersed in your singing. Sir Pentious mouth was wide open in shock, as he continued to observe you, captured by your beautiful singing. It soon ended when one of the egg bois dropped the heavy tool to the ground, letting his presence be known. Hearing the sound, you turned to see Sir Pentious near the door with his egg bois staring at you. Realizing he was caught he fumbled out an apology. "AAHH! Misssss Y/N. I apologize for ummmmm I-ummm." He couldn't think of the words to say as he kept stuttering. You quickly covered your face with your note pad, face redden from embarrassment.

🐍One of the egg bois noticed your reaction, and waddled over to you: "Are you alright ma'am?' Sir Pentious quickly realized you were upset and was struggling with what to do. He remembered some of Charlies lessons and made his way over to you. He had sat on the couch and with shaking hands, moved his hand to your head, giving it a pat. "F-Forgive me. I was not my intention to make you upset." You shook your head at his words, before you removed your notepad from your face, saying you weren't really upset, just more flustered. Sir Pentious motioned for one of his egg bois to come to him, picking the little egg up and placing it your arms, hoping it gave you some comfort. It helped a bit as you hugged the egg to yourself, patting his head, as it hugged you back. "Boss really likes your singing." said the egg boi you were holding, which caused the snake next to you to turn red. A small smile came to your face, as you patted the eggs head more. Sir Pentious felt awkward to ask, but he did question why you were so flustered when he saw you singing.

🐍Heaving a deep sigh, you told him it was gonna be a long story. You told him your life story, going over your time alive in Japan, and how you went from a simple cover singer to becoming one of the most popular singers in your home country. While you enjoyed doing what you loved, it was always better for you when your identity was kept a secret as it made you more comfortable. Sir Pentious and his egg bois all listened to you speak, astonished about your past life. Sir Pentious did ask if you were ever perform again, to which you replied with a yes, but it wasn't going to be easy to hide your identity in hell. A haughty laugh was heard next to you, as Sir Pentious got up, placing a hand on his chest. "I AM SSSSIR PENTIOUSSSSS. AMAZING OVERLORD AND INVENTOR! AND I WILL HELP CRAFT THE BEST CLOAKING DEVICE FOR YOU! BE RIGHT BACK! HURRY MY MINIONS, WE MUST HEAD TO THE AIR SHIP AT ONCE!" He outrageously spewed all this out to you, as he quickly slithered out of the library, leaving you by yourself.

🐍The next day, he marched himself into you room, giving a salute, before presenting the little gadget in your hand. It was a sort of charmed bracelet, with a large diamond in the center of it. Once you attached it to your arm, Sir Pentious pressed the button, causing a slight shock and stinging pain. it quickly subsided and the device flashed out a light and began to materialize into a person. It soon turned into a hologram of a random demon, but this hologram was different, when you moved your hand, it copied you. "I have sssucessfully crafted a holographic device, but there isss a ssslight difference with thisss one. The gadget isss able to fuse with your ssssoul, which allowsss it to copy your movements. Not only does it copy you, but you can place the device anywhere and it will appear there. It may allow you to perform anywhere without having to reveal yourself."

🐍You literally where gobsmacked at this. You had no idea something like this could be invented, but Sir Pentious was able to craft something like this. You were so happy that you hugged him, making him go stiff, not use to this sort of thing, but he quickly relaxed. After testing it out for a bit, you were able to use it as you headed to a very popular music club in the pride ring, with Sir Pentious, of course, to make sure the device performed well and didn't malfunction. You had placed the gadget somewhere on stage, and when it came time to perform, you had basically walked the hologram to the stage and performed without a hitch. No one even noticed that it was a hologram, as they were more enraptured with your singing, and kept asking for an encore.

🐍Your popularity at the club slowly began to rise the more and more you performed, going by the name "Nightingale." You were so thankful for Sir Pentious, for doing this for you, but he said it was nothing as he was already crafting something like this for turf wars. Well thats what he said, but his egg boi blurted out that he was up all night make this for you, exposing him and causing him to yell at the little egg while you laughed. Sir Pentious would always be watching you perform at the club, as he wanted to monitor the device in case something happened and it would result in the hologram to disappear. He secretly also attended to hear your performances as he was charmed by your voice. His favorite sing of yours is "Buriki no Dance."

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faneliansficaloh · 1 day ago

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A Lifetime of Happiness

(Ch 1) (Ch 2) (Ch 3) (Ch 4) (Ch 5) (Ch 6) (Ch 7) (Ch 8) (Ch 9) (Ch 10) (Ch 11)

This is Chapter 12

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5th January 1818

Dear Colin,

Your letter was lovely, as short as it was. You have always had a way with words. Your mind seems to have so many things to express that the English language has not been enough and you have branched out in every other language imaginable. I do not know anyone else who has learned so many foreign languages out of sheer curiosity as you have. And it has served you so well in life, after all. I bet Anthony is no longer questioning the expense on tutors.

I do long for fair weather as it has been very cold and snow has been incessant. The sun does not seem to carry enough warmth during the day to offer any relief, so we have been cooped up inside. Except for the short trip to the Christmas party at Eyhurst place which is only three miles or so away, as the Hylton’s were kind enough to invite us all to join them. It seems strange how the weather can change so abruptly. We wouldn’t be able to make the short trip today, with the kind of snowfall we have. It was nowhere near this deep last week.

Children, of course do not seem to care for such things as the weather, they carry on trying to figure out the world, causing chaos in their attempts to understand it all through their senses. How soon in life we forget how wondrous everything in the world truly is; how ineffable the miracle of existence itself, and yet We simply cease at some point to even consider it, then we even dare to be bored when we are to be kept indoors for too long.

Then again, curiosity serves no purpose if one has no means to satisfy it, which might be why we cease to wonder, and why very few others go to such great lengths to find answers on behalf of all of us.

How mundane my letters may seem to you, talking about the weather and little else.

Yours truly, Penelope.

1815 – A Different kind of blue

Only Portia had agreed to attend the Reed’s poetry soiree with Penelope, as it was a sacrifice well worth enduring for the sake of increasing her daughter’s chances at securing a husband. The night consisted of the Reed girls and some selected guests reciting poetry to a mostly glassy eyed audience, although the most Poetically inclined were prone to be genuinely enthralled, particularly a Mr. Gainsborough who was courting the eldest Miss Reed, Laura.

Portia’s sacrifice was not in vain, though, as she noticed that Lord Debling was in attendance and the competition was scarce. Notably the Cowpers were absent, which was a relief since Cressida had been trying to gain the man’s attention at every other event in the last weeks, limiting the opportunities for any significant exchanges. She blessed her daughter’s forethought.

In reality, the reason Penelope had insisted on attending was that she rather liked Louisa Reed, the youngest sister, and she did want to support her so she would not be too disappointed by the low attendance and, of course, maybe she could get some gossip in return – She expected Mr. Gainsborough to make his proposal that night.

“Are you enjoying your evening, Miss Featheringon?” Lord Debling approached her during an interlude, having gone out to look for the refreshments in the adjoining room.

She bowed before answering “Some parts of it more than the others my Lord, I must confess”

He looked at her with curiosity. “Do you not enjoy poetry?”

“I do, occasionally, though I much prefer prose”

“And what kind of prose do you favour?”

“I enjoy all types of books, I love learning about the world and its facts, but I am partial to romance novels” She said, shyly, as if confessing to some mischief.

“But not love poems?” he said indicating towards the small stage where the latest occupant had recited a rather long and exultant piece of romantic poetry. She looked at him as if he were mad.

“This particular example had too much fire and burning for my taste. It sounds all rather grand and glorious but also a bit… violent; it makes me wonder whether such feeling can be truly everlasting. After all, if all one does is burn, sooner or later we’ll end up mere ashes swept by the wind” He seemed to consider her words carefully and after a pause started reciting, slowly, trying to recall the words correctly, as his memory seemed to be a bit tenuous.

“Love seeketh not itself to please

Nor for itself hath any care,

But for another gives its ease,

And builds a Heaven in Hell’s… despair?”

“William Blake? I didn’t take you for a poetry enthusiast.” She smiled, evidently pleased.

“Why else would I be at a poetry reading?” He looked at her with great warmth in his eyes. Was he flirting with her?

“For the pastries?” She said with a shrug as she gestured towards the table with the little treats on display. They both laughed softly “So, do you think me too innocent in my views or do I merely remind you of a clod of clay?” She liked his laugh at this remark, it was very warm and afterwards it left him with a kind smile that brightened his pale blue eyes.

“I do not find fault in innocence and I do not confuse it with want of understanding; All types of ignorance can be remedied if necessary, whereas there is no cure that I’m aware of for simple-mindedness”

“So you do believe me too innocent, then?” she said with a playful smile.

“The world can do with a little more innocence and candour. I find you extremely clever, Miss Featherington, and whereas I may need to make use of others’ words, you are very eloquent on your own.”

“Eloquent? Heavens, not at all!” She shook her head but in truth she seemed to refuse the idea with her whole body “I get so nervous making new acquaintances I can hardly get a sentence out without embarrassing myself. You’re just flattering me!” She said teasingly, but she found his eyes fixed on her face with a tenderness that made her blush.

“Is that so?” And she realized she had been most at ease carrying on in conversation for a good two minutes with this man and had not yet made a fool of herself. Yet.

“You may inquiry with other lords and ladies and they will tell you as much. There is a reason why I keep to the wall, out of trouble.”

“How fortunate then that I caught you out of your hiding spot” His eyes fixed intensely on hers and even though she felt her face burning, she decided to hold his gaze.

“How fortunate indeed” He smiled and broke the stare as he sipped from his cup. “So, what is your hiding spot?”

“I don’t think I have one.” He seemed confused.

“And yet you haven’t been seen mingling in our society for so long” He nodded, catching her meaning

“I’ve been hiding in Surrey, for the most part, but I travel frequently for my work.” She knew already that he was a naturalist and had dedicated a great deal of effort to the study of birds and their preservation.

“I don’t believe I know anyone in Surrey” she said after considering it for a bit.

“That might have been the intention of my father when he moved us there. But it is a wonderful place to live if one, as I do, loves nature”

“I must confess I am not an out of doors kind of person. I rather read a book and look at nature through a window”

“Perhaps you have not been presented with the right landscape to tempt you” The assessing look that he gave her made her involuntarily flutter her lashes.

“I have not travelled much, so you might be entirely right on that”

“I think you might like Surrey.” This was the first time she had seen him smirk, and she was caught by surprise when it made her heart race.

All her newfound confidence was drained, she did not know how to respond to that “I… I’ll have to look into it, then” her little nervous laugh dissonant in her own ears.

“Oh, it seems the interlude is ending, Miss Reed is taking to the stage. May I escort you back to your seat?”

“Of course!” And as she put her hand on his arm, he put his other hand on top of hers for a second, before starting to walk. She couldn’t explain it, but she suddenly felt victorious.

Lady Danbury approached Lady Featherington as they both looked at the couple from the front of the room. “You are welcome!”

“I dare say it does seem we might be in your debt, Lady Danbury” She said with a single raised eyebrow and delighted smile

“Oh, I would like to take full credit, but the truth is he asked for the introduction himself, so the credit is mostly your daughter’s. Regardless, don’t forget to invite me to the wedding.”

Portia felt a kind of pride for Penelope, but she also felt the bite of remorse at having doubted her own daughter’s ability to capture a man’s attention before. She just hadn’t thought that she was ready. If only Archibald hadn’t pushed to have all three girls out at once in his sudden rush to unload them elsewhere, she would have allowed Penelope all the time she wanted until she felt ready, as it was clear she was now. It would have spared her so much pain in the past two years, Portia thought, if they had waited for her debut. The important thing was she was doing splendidly well now.

***

The next day was a cloudy but still bright, crisp one so many people were out promenading at Hyde park, along the Serpentine. Penelope was walking slightly behind her mother, her sisters and their husbands when Eloise approached them to take her away, which she accepted most gladly. So the two of them, followed by their lady’s maids set forth in the opposite direction.

“Mama is worried that with you focused on marrying this season, I might grow despondent and end up all alone in a corner talking to myself” She laughed “So she’s urging me to make other friends, can you believe that?”

“Oh, so we’re promenading for friends now,?” Penelope teased, but added more sincerely “I don’t think it is a bad idea, El. But they must be lesser friends, I cannot bear to be entirely replaced by any other”

“But you do not hesitate ditching me for a husband!”

“It is hardly the same thing, Eloise!” Eloise Laughed

“I know.” She retorted appeasingly “You’ve been warned, though, so do not be very shocked if I suddenly develop an interest in knitting or flower arranging”

“As long as you don’t start droning on about the secret language of flowers!”

“Ugh, Never!”

“You’re not making a serious effort in finding new friends, though, there were no Bridgertons to be seen last night at the Reed’s Poetic soiree. I think you might enjoy Louisa, she’s rather clever.”

“Louisa Reed? Did you really sit through the entire thing at the Reed’s last night? Was it dreadful?” Said Eloise with evident dislike at the prospect of attending a poetry reading.“Even mama gladly let us skip this one”

“I did endure the whole thing, like the brave little soldier I am. But it wasn’t entirely terrible. I had a chance to talk with Lord Debling during the interlude and he stayed beside me the rest of the night” She said, with glee.

Eloise scrunched her face in distaste “I keep forgetting you’re fully committed to the marriage bit now” She shuddered “How did that go? Isn’t he a complete bore?”

“Not at all. I find him surprisingly easy to talk to, in fact. It may be because he hasn’t been around to see me blundering through the marriage mart for the last two years”

“Well, it’s not like he’s incredibly popular either, despite how much of a catch every mama seems to think him. But – what on earth did you talk about?” She knew very well Penelope was not exactly an outdoors person, much less a nature enthusiast, which was mostly what she knew the man to be notably interested in, himself.

“Poetry, mostly” Eloise rolled her eyes “He asked me what I thought about the poem that Miss Stratham had just recited. I thought it was too violently romantic, he recalled a verse from Blake and I teased him that he thought me too innocent”

“Oh. Was it… was it the clod and the stone thing?” She asked after thinking about it for a bit.

“Pebble” Penelope corrected, a bit pedantically Eloise thought “yes! I was the clod, apparently. Very apt. But then he said he found me eloquent, can you believe that?”

“Well, maybe he’s on to you, Pen. He might want you to confess to your covert operation”

“He doesn’t even read Whistledown!”

“And you still like him?” She said with exaggerated incredulity, to tease her.

“Yes, I do like him, actually.” She sounded surprised herself “and I think the fact that he doesn’t read it has rather played in my favour so far.”

“You might have a point. You have not painted yourself in a very good light I’m afraid”

“I just report what people say” Eloise rolled her eyes, there was no conviction Penelope held more dear than that of her own deficiencies being much greater than anyone else thought them to be “Anyway, how did you spend the evening? What are you reading now?”

“Oh, it warms my heart that you know me so well. I was reading. You’ll be very proud of me for it was a novel, actually.”

“A novel? Ah! Did you switch to more popular material to have an easier time making friends?” Penelope teased.

“I think you would enjoy this one, Pen, it’s about—Oh my god” She halted in place and extended her arm to stop Penelope as well “We talked so much about him that we’ve conjured him. He’s here, and he’s coming this way”

“Oh, he is” Penelope confirmed, seeing Lord Debling was walking in their direction, and then something caught the corner of her eye as well “But of course, Cressida is all but running this way too”

“Miss Featherington, Miss Bridgerton, good afternoon!”

Eloise quickly whispered to Penelope “You will have to repay me dearly for this. Do not ever dare to doubt my friendship” Then excused herself to both of them and hastily walked to intercept Cressida.

“Miss Cowper! I’ve been dying to talk to you about the lovely lace you sported at last week’s recital, you must walk with me and tell me all about it” She proclaimed loudly and was all smile, which threw Cressida off for a moment, but it was enough, Debling had already offered his arm to Penelope and they were walking the other way.

“Do not think I don’t know you’ve done this to help your little friend” Cressida spat out in a low hiss.

“So, what is new in lace? I simply must know” Eloise replied, since she realized now that Penelope had walked away, she had been left alone and might as well carry on with the bit before rejoining her family. Besides, she enjoyed confusing Cressida. It was harmless teasing, really, compared with the cruel things Cressida had done herself to other young ladies.

“Excuse me, Eloise, but I do not have time for this game of yours”

“Whatever can you mean?”

“Look, you might not consider yourself a part of the marriage mart, but there are those of us who must take it seriously. Not all of us have the Bridgerton family to fall onto” She was completely serious and there was an urgent tone to her voice, almost, no, entirely hurt. Then she bowed her head a bit and made her way.

Eloise was left considering Cressida’s words, because they sounded eerily familiar. Hadn’t Penelope said something along those lines to her before? She often wondered how her siblings could be so very oblivious to evident truths in front of them, and now she had to question if there was a truth she was failing to see herself. The fact that it was Cressida Cowper out of all people that had her questioning herself upset her more that she would like to admit.

Meanwhile, Penelope was walking arm in arm with Lord Debling, raising eyebrows along the way. Her next edition was writing itself with each step and it might end up being another positive one for her.

“Very well, why don’t you tell me about your family?” After they had exchanged pleasantries and remarks about the weather, he had offered to escort her back to her family and said they should probably talk about something else, and since in their previous encounters so far they had already discussed a little about his work, her past times and both their education, she decided on family.

“I do have a sister, Rosalind – Mrs. Rosalind Brighby, that is, who lives with her husband in Devonshire, her daughters are all married now with the exception of the youngest one, Margaret, her fourth. And my grandfather – My mother’s father- is still alive and well but he lives in Shropshire. We never frequented my father’s side of the family so I do not have much contact with any of them.”

“Does your sister visit often?” She could not remember having heard of a lady of her name.

“Only on business, I’m afraid. We were never very close. She is thirteen years older than I am so we didn’t have much time together to get properly acquainted. She was married off by the time I was five. Is that very odd, that we are not close?”

“I suppose not. Even though there is no such large an age difference between us, my sisters aren’t very kind to me.” She noticed his concerned mien and clarified “They mock me relentlessly because of my peculiarities”

He nodded in understanding “Being different than the rest requires courage, specially when it is one’s own family that one diverts from. In my case, I believe I might have been much closer with my younger sister, Cassandra, but unfortunately she did not live to the age of ten herself. I had just been sent to Shrewsbury, and then Mother did not stay very long with us after.”

“Oh, I am deeply sorry to hear that” She imagined he had probably struggled with that loss for quite some time, having been so great and at such a young age.

He had a contemplative look, not really sadness.“Oh, it’s been almost twenty years, so I have had time to come to terms with it” She liked his serenity, there didn’t seem to be any kind of tortured thoughts clouding his eyes, which reminded her of clear water. Beware of still waters she thought, but she now really wanted to know their depth.

“My father passed two years ago. I still think about him sometimes as if he were merely out and bound to come home at any moment” Maybe it was because he was never around much, so it didn’t seem to make much difference in her day to day, she mused, but she found it an appalling thought to share out loud.

“I know exactly what you mean. It is perhaps, that to us, people live partly on our minds – on our memories of them. If I wasn’t aware of his having passed, I could very well believe my own father to be sitting at his desk at this very moment, just as I always remember him, even though he left us eight years ago.”

“Do you ever feel the same way about your mother? I just wonder if the sensation ever passes”

He gave it some thought “Not as much the sensation of expecting her to show up, but it is still thinking of her as being somewhere and being… well. I will be reminded of her by the smell of jasmine from time to time”

She let a soft chuckle out “For me it’s the smell of tobacco, which is so much less pleasant than jasmine” Penelope almost felt compelled to tell him that it was actually a combination of tobacco and brandy, and how his father had gambled them into ruin and had been found dead in the worst part of town, poisoned. But she was not supposed to know most of that, and why would she disclose something so scandalous to a potential suitor, anyway? He was simply easy to talk to. “I’m sorry, I seem to have steered the conversation towards the lugubrious” She added.

“I appreciate you not shying away from serious topics. It’s added depth to my perception of you”

“As long as that perception is not of someone very dull or joyless” she said, with a contrite expression.

“Not at all, I assure you”

“Good, because I do love to laugh.” She said looking at him sideways, with an arched brow and a lopsided smile.

He smiled as he considered “Is there anyone who doesn’t?”

“I shouldn’t say this but..” She looked around to tell him in an attitude of uttermost secrecy “Have you met Lord Cowper?”

“I have!” He nodded vigorously and laughed so openly that it made her proud. Making him, such a serious looking gentleman burst with laughter felt like an accomplishment of its own. She also liked how he looked almost boyish when he laughed like that.

They had caught up to her family, so after a brief greeting, he said goodbye

“Could I call on you tomorrow, Miss Featherington?”

“You’ll be most welcome my Lord”

“Until tomorrow, then” And with a bow, he walked away as her family looked marvelled at the interaction.

“Looks like our little sister has managed to get herself a proper suitor!” Prudence said as soon as he was far enough not to hear them.

“It had to be the odd one that likes to eat grass”

“He doesn’t eat grass, Phillipa, he eats normal vegetables” Penelope said as she rolled her eyes at her sister.

“Still weird” she replied with a grimace.

“Girls, girls, he may be an eccentric, but he’s also a very wealthy baron and a very fine catch, so you may stop your teasing and start being more supportive of your sister.” Prudence scoffed. “Both of you! All of you should be in your best behaviour to ensure Penelope’s success”

“He is also a very accomplished man, but I dare say he would be a very lucky one to have our Penelope’s favour as well” Offered Albion, with a sweet smile directed at his little sister in law.

“Thank you for your contribution, Mr. Finch!” Portia said more to stop the talking than out of true gratitude. “We better go home now, before it starts raining on us”

The sky had indeed closed up with grey clouds, but to Penelope it just seemed a different kind of blue.

***

Mrs. Varley came into the drawing room, looking incredibly excited to announce the caller who was in to see the young miss Featherington that morning.

“Lord Debling is here to call on miss Penelope, Ma’am”

“Well, Bring him in, Varley!” Portia commanded as she got up, straightened her skirts and herself and sent a reprimanding nod to Penelope to do the same, as apparently her daughter’s back was not straight enough to her liking.

“Good morning, Lady Featherington, miss Featherington”

“Good morning, my Lord”

“Lord Debling, it’s so good to see you. Please, do come in, take a seat” She motioned for the sofa near the fireplace, where Penelope had been sitting.

“Thank you, my Lady” He had on his hands a beautiful bouquet of multicoloured daisies and a book. “These are for you, miss Featherington, I hope they are to your liking” He said, depositing the flowers on her hands and expectantly surveying her face for a reaction. Portia went to sit on the settee by the window.

Penelope was delighted to receive her very own bouquet of flowers. She had seen innumerable arrangements come for Marina, and even both of her sisters had gotten flowers from their now husbands, and this was the first one to ever be hers. “Thank you! I’ve always thought daisies are the friendliest flowers and these are particularly beautiful”

“Not as beautiful as you, but as flowers go, they are my favourite and as I’ve yet to learn which ones you prefer, I thought them a good choice.”

Her eyelashes batted furiously at the compliment, she felt the blush spread through to her ears.“Why are they your favourite?” She motioned with her hand for him to sit down while she put the flowers on the side table, with the care one would put a baby on their crib.

“Beyond their beauty, they’re strong, resilient and straightforward.”He ended with a little shrug, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Straightforward? I don’t think I have heard that said about a flower before” She sat down across him

“They are not hiding anything the way roses or gardenias do among their more complex petals. Daisies are upfront, one might say”

“The honesty of daisies versus the concealment of roses” she declared. “You do have the eye of a poet, my Lord”

“Speaking of which” He stood up and sat next to her “I’ve also brought this offering.” He extended the book he had been holding onto.

“The Excursion” She read the title out loud “Wordsworth?”

“I thought you might like it. It is poetry but it is not the burning love type that you so dislike” he said with a cheeky smile.

She chuckled “Thank you. I do enjoy Wordsworth’s penchant for nature, and it makes perfect sense to me that you favour his writing.”

“Good. That means you might think of me when you read it.” Penelope coughed to disguise a nervous chuckle.”Are you well?”

“Quite, thank you”

Even Portia, who had been listening intently to every word, could not help but blush herself and was grateful for the interruption of Mrs. Varley and a maid bringing in the tea service.

They had tea and continued conversing about books, places, history, and cherished childhood memories. The time flew by and it was agreed that he would visit the next day.

On his second visit they talked about theatre and the opera, music of course and by the end of it, he kissed her hand before leaving. On his third visit they strolled through the garden and they talked about the birds he loved to study, she informed him how some people gave the flowers secret meanings that were no secret to anyone, they discussed how society caused the need for such codes to be developed. They even touched on politics and found they did not agree on everything, but nothing they could not compromise on.

In every visit Penelope learned something new about him and she could say with certain pride, that he listened to her with as much attention. She could see in his expression the desire to understand her. He was never condescending and seemed to value what she had to say, even if he disagreed with her.

She felt heard. And sometimes, even if she was quick to dismiss it, beautiful.

Chapter 13

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twistedtavern · 3 months ago

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prithee, what is your ace rant

big spoilers for the new self aware au plot hi hello

DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN TRAPPOLA WITH THE METAL CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!

this is not all final btw! esp the parts about playful land bec i have not played it or watched it or what have you as of making this post! this is subject to change

sweet jesus. where do i begin. uhm. Ace DID like Player when the actual game was in progress. he wasn't their favorite, so he wasn't Crazy about them the way others were (looking at you Leona) but he did help protect them at first. He died for it, and pretty early on too. It wasn't like he laid down his life for them, but that didn't stop whoever killed him (didn't plan that yet) from doing it.

Now we hit the post-reset. He and the Player do NOT hit it off. Neither of them even remember who the other is. Ace gets a permanent, mildly irritating pain inside him that never once goes away. He does have chances to make up and apologize to Player, but actively chooses to avoid them, since he's still bitter and wary from the first interaction. It's taking a toll on him mentally, as is the nature of this effect, but something more has to push him towards the edge I think. I don't know exactly what it would be, but maybe Player tries to initiate something because they feel more confident at that point, and something goes awry. Either way, the feeling gets worse than it was before. He does not like this.

I'm keeping the Halloween events (that exist so far) in the game, just spacing them out more along the year. Playful Land DOES happen. Ace reaches a bit of a snapping point, seeing them be so happy and give so much warmth to everyone else, and watching them all being so friendly toward Player. He tries to kill them, or get them injured and make it so they aren't found in time to be saved. He is interrupted by the events happening around him, and his attempt isn't noticed. What IS noticed is the aftermath of Player being scared shitless of Fellow.

Seeing a grown man, uneducated but surely intelligent, reduced to an animal to the point where Leona had genuinely feared that he was rabid and sick, it shifted something. That could have been him. If he had gone any further and still failed, it WOULD have been him. He looked over in horror at Player, being comforted and fawned over as always, and he just wondered...

What the fuck made THEM so special?

It's this question that really defines his character arc and subsequent spiral. That single question. Even when he technically does get his answer, it's not enough. It's nowhere NEAR enough. It makes things worse, actually. His response is very simple.

They had to die, and he would have to be smart about it.

crazy time, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ITS SUCH A GOOD CONTRAST WITH A CHARACTER I WILL NOT NAME BEC THATS GIGA SPOILER. ITS LITERALLY JUST A REVERSE OF HIS ARC. this is appearing to be Quite centric to that one character i will not name. huh. he really IS closest to all the action isnt he. do i disclose this. i will be vague. He does certainly get his revenge for Deuce dropping that cauldron on him.

If i had to summarize via those "if x characters were charged for their crimes" things, then here is the current list as of me typing this

Assault and battery (uncounted amount of times)

2nd degree attempted murder

Conspiracy to commit murder

Aiding and abetting

Identity theft(? i'm probably keeping this but idk)

My knowledge of the law is limited, admittedly. But that's it so far! I am withholding the more major spoilers, but I look forward to hearing everyone's thoughts! He really did just take some of Malleus's old evil didn't he

#self aware twst #self aware ace

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freelanceexorcist · 10 months ago

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I tagged one of my moots, but is it OK if I complete this myself? No? Too bad, I did.

FFVII spoilers and absolutely obnoxious length under the cut.

Character: Sephiroth, Compilation of FFVII and FFVII Remake trilogy

Do you project onto this character?

Not that I’m aware of.

2. Did you always like this character?

I discovered FFVII not long after Crisis Core came out, so I was late to the party. I was more into his aesthetic at first, but after taking in CC, I really went off over the complexity of the character. Back then, a lot of Big Bads in the media I consumed were straightforward villain types who were just there to menace everyone and be defeated at the end without much development. He was among the first antagonists I encountered who deployed the duality of being a bad, bad man who used to be a good one until he crossed a line he couldn’t easily come back from.

3. What first drew you to this character?

Not gonna lie, it was how he looked at first.

4. Did you initially dislike/hate this character?

No.

5. If this character were a woman, would you honestly still like them? Or in reverse, what if they were a man?

I think I would. I like well-rounded and complex characters. One of my other favorite characters is June Osborne from The Handmaid’s Tale (show canon). She’s a good person deep down and is nurturing to those who need her help, but when it comes to Gilead and its architects, she is ruthless to the point of being terrifying at times. She started out as someone who just wanted to go along to get along, both before and after the fall of the US, and life turned her into a badass.

6. Do you have any nicknames or pet names you use for this character?

I distinguish between the two apparently separate versions in the Remake trilogy as Glenniroth and Jenovaroth. Does that count? I also refer to teenage Sephiroth as Baby Seph.

7. Does the character’s age matter to you?

No.

8. Does the character’s looks/design matter to you?

Absolutely. How can it not? He’s absurdly beautiful.

9. Does this character remind you of anyone you know? Does that affect how you see them?

Not really. I’ll have to think about that.

10. Do you see yourself in this character even without projecting?

I’m nowhere near that awesome.

11. How did you “fall in love” with this character?

Same way you fall in love in real life. You see someone and you’re like “damn.” Then you get to know them better and you’re theirs for life.

12. If you could write effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what story (s) would you write for this character?

As a matter of fact, I have an AU fic in the planning stages that works on the premise that he is removed from the library before he snaps but not before learning a thing or two about his past that really pisses him off. Vincent will be involved in this, but I’m not sure how yet. Because he doesn’t snap and burn Nibelheim, Shinra does it for him.

Professor Hojo’s plan all along was to destroy the town, imprison the survivors and experiment on them, and that’s why he got there so quickly and was seemingly immediately ready to get started. Anyone else in the town would be killed to keep them from telling anyone what they witnessed. He wanted Sephiroth to lose it and do what SOLDIERs do best and destroy shit. When that didn’t happen, he had to improvise and call in a strike team to get the job done (with President Shinra’s blessing of course). The cover story would be that the town was attacked by monsters that were infecting the villagers and the attack was the equivalent of the army nuking a city to contain the zombie apocalypse. With deepest regret, we must announce that our beloved Sephiroth was lost to us in this attack.

Sephiroth’s lack of mental break and survival was a lucky break for Hojo, because he would be able to get his S-cell samples directly from the tap. So orders were given to take him down, severely wounding but not killing him, which would make him easier to handle. He’s ridiculously strong and fast, but he’s not immune to nor can he dodge bullets.

So truss him up, stick him in a mako tube and give him a cocktail of drugs that act as a sort of Lotus Eater Machine where he’s stuck inside his head living the life he though he would have lived if he had successfully deserted from Shinra. It would keep him docile because he would think it was real. But as with any similar scenario, he would eventually realize that none of it is real and that would snap him out of it. He’d bust out, find Zack and Cloud on his way out the door and off they’d go, but not back to Midgar. Zack would head there, but Sephiroth would take Cloud north because he heard that the healers up there know how to alleviate mako poisoning.

Yeah, it’s a work in progress…

At this point, I was thinking of having Sephiroth as the protagonist who travels the world along with other characters he scoops up along the way and Aerith as the deuteragonist in Midgar with Zack, Tifa and Avalanche. Eventually the two groups would meet up.

It’s going to be a series of multi-chapter stories patterned after the “seasons” of a TV show, and each chapter being the “episodes” connected by a story arc. I don’t know how many there will be yet, it will end when I run out of story to tell.

13. If you could draw effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what scene (s) would you draw for this character?

Probably scenes from the premise described above.

14. Are you physically attracted to this character?

How can you not be? He’s a total smokeshow.

15. Are your thoughts surrounding this character usually sexual, non-sexual, or a mix of both?

Mix of both, but mostly on the non-sexual end of the spectrum.

16. Have you ever cried when thinking about this character? Genuinely?

No. Not yet, anyway.

17. Have you ever felt physical pain over this character? (ex: physical heartache).

No.

18. Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both?

Oh, both, but with peace being the ultimate outcome no matter what happens.

19. Does this character serve as a stress ball/ security blanket for you? Something you run to after a bad day to feel safe or happier?

Definitely.

20. Do you feel affectionate towards this character?

I’ll have to think about that one.

21. Are your feelings about this character platonic, romantic, or familial? All of these feelings at once maybe?

Familial toward Baby Seph. I just want to kidnap this kid, send him to school, encourage him to make friends and play video games while I make him lots of pasta as my army of robot snipers protects him. Eat some more pasta, Baby Seph, you look thin.

I suppose my feelings toward the adult version are platonic even though I find him ridiculously attractive. I don’t imagine myself with him, but when I get the occasional hankering for seeing him paired up, I’m partial to Sephiroth/Aerith, maybe Sephiroth/Genesis if the canon dynamics are preserved and I’ve even seen Sephiroth/Tifa done very well.

22. Do you think you will always love this character?

It certainly seems that way now. I’ve loved him since 2007 or so even with very little new content and I seriously doubt there will be no new content after the trilogy ends because Square Enix can practically print their own money thanks in part to him.

23. Has this character permanently altered or impacted your psyche in a way you won’t forget?

If that’s a way of saying I’ve got permanent Sephiroth brain rot, then yes.

24. Do you ever dream about this character? If so, describe a dream you once had about them.

I can’t say I have. I don’t dream much and when I do it’s usually about me and my mom fighting. They say dreams about dead loved ones are them coming back to visit, and it’s just like her to use the opportunity to give me a hard time.

25. What kind of fan-fiction do you read about this character? If you don’t read fan-fics about them, why not?

Gen fics, but the occasional pairing as well. I’m partial to ones that take place pre-Nibelheim and show the “slice of life” scenarios with or without the rest of the Himbo Holy Trinity or Zack. AU fics where Nibelheim is averted and his life goes in a different direction. AU fics where he does do a Face-Heel Turn but works with various other main characters because he’s acting out of Enlightened Self-Interest (the fic Epiphany on AO3 does a great job of portraying him this way but unfortunately it appears to have been abandoned by the authors).

I tend to avoid the ones where he’s portrayed as the usual monstrous villain. I can get that from canon and I haven’t seen many where the author goes outside the lines.

26. If you look for this character’s name on AO3, what tags are you including or excluding?

Sephiroth Needs a Hug, Sane Sephiroth, AU, Alternate Timeline are usually included. I exclude many of the pairings, but only because it makes for more efficient scrolling when gen fic is what I’m most interested in. I don’t bother to exclude the rare ones for that reason, because there aren’t many of those.

27. Do you like to ship this character with other characters or do you prefer not to?

When I get a yen for it, I’m partial to Sephiroth/Aerith. I’ve even seen Sephiroth/Tifa done very well. I could even get into a Sephiroth/Original Character ship if the OC is an actual functional character and not an obvious self-insert. Nothing against that, I’m just a little allergic because of all the blatant Mary Sues running around back in the day.

28. Do you get defensive about this character? If yes, then why?

Sometimes, but I keep it to myself. It’s just aggravating when people seem to deliberately misread him and act personally offended when he gets any kind of character development because they want to stay forever mad at him for killing Aerith. Like, any new developments for him don’t negate the existence of the original game, folks. I don’t even bother checking if anything on TV Tropes gets updated regarding him, because that place is crawling with those types. And don’t even get me started on those people who accuse you of Draco in Leather Pants-ing him anytime they see a take that isn’t “he’s evil and I hate him!” And then there are the folks who feel the need to point out his bad deeds any time they see a fan gushing over him. We all saw the same media, chief, we know what he did. Do you want us to call 911 over it?

29. Do you affectionately bully this character?

Sometimes.

30. Are you especially sensitive about this character?

A little bit, but I keep that to myself as well.

31. Are you ashamed of liking this character?

HELL no. I wear my Sephiroth brain rot like the Medal of Honor.

32. If you could make this character a meal, what would you make them?

Shrimp scampi. I hear he likes seafood and pasta. I’ve also heard that if you and someone else both eat something with a lot of garlic, you won’t smell each other’s garlic breath. If we have to shack up until we could sound the All Clear on the breath front…

33. Are you “blinded by love” for this character or do you accept any flaws they may have?

Mass murder aside, I embrace his flaws. Flaws make for a well-rounded and complex character.

34. Does this character inspire you with little things in your daily life?

The opposite happens, actually. You know those posts I make sometimes where I have Sephiroth losing his shpadoinkles not because of anything he read in the library but because he finally had enough of That Fuckwit from Field Services’ emails and Teams messages and ridiculous demands? All of those have happened in my professional life. If you hear about a small town in Southwestern Pennsylvania burning to the ground*, it’s because I stopped writing posts like that.

*No, I would never do something like that in real life. Most likely not. The fate of hundreds is in your hands, Fuckwit from Field Services.

35. Has this character ever prevented you from sleeping because you can’t stop thinking about them?

Nah, thinking about the plot bunnies hopping through my head that were inspired by him is my melatonin.

36. Do you feel a spiritual/soulmate connection with this character?

No, I tend not to do that with fictional characters, even ones I’m as obsessed with as Sephiroth.

37. Is your love for this character a secret from people you know in real life?

Yes, but mostly because no one I know in real life knows who the hell he is. Most of them have heard of Final Fantasy, but that’s about as far as it goes.

38. Do you tend to joke more about dying or killing for this character? Both? What causes the distinction?

Neither. I mostly joke about him losing his shit because of fictional versions of one or two incredibly aggravating and demanding work colleagues. For the sake of me continuing to receive a paycheck and staying out of prison, this will be my outlet when Janice and Keith are on a roll.

39. Do you feel lovesick over this character?

No, he’s not real.

40. Are you very empathetic towards this character? When they feel a certain way in the story, do you feel those emotions too?

Yes, definitely.

41. Do you prefer to interact with this character directly via self-insert/reader type content? Or do you enjoy seeing them mostly with other characters in the story and/or your OCs?

I don’t consume much Sephiroth/Reader content, but I’ll have to check it out. As for OCs, the story I’m thinking about will have three prominent OCs and yes, they will also be products of Project S. In my idea, there were originally 10 S-types including Sephiroth. Two of them didn’t survive infancy and four were lost in various battles during the war. The remaining three are scattered to the four winds when the story starts. They and Sephiroth are connected in a way that they can sense each other but can’t pinpoint a precise location. I’m playing with the idea of a romance between him and one of them, but whether that gets included depends on how it will enrich the plot or move it forward.

42. If you could, would you write this character a song or poem?

I suck at poetry or songwriting, but get me speculating about something related to him or his place in the story and I could go on for hours.

43. What type of weather makes you think of this character?

Hot weather, because I HC that he doesn’t like it. Which made me come up with the following scenario of the Himbo Holy Trinity and Zack goofing off on a message forum one day:

Angeal: Seph, you need to take a vacation. How about a few days in Costa del Sol?

Sephiroth: Too hot.

Zack: hot damn…

Angeal: And my band ‘bout that money, break it down

Genesis: Girls, hit your hallelujah

Zack: Woo!

Sephiroth: *posts video of Uptown Funk* And if I have to have that song in my head for the rest of the day, so do all of you.

44. Which season makes you think of this character?

Hm, I haven’t thought about that.

45. Do you feel as if you are intimately familiar with this character?

A little. Enough that I can recognize subtle things about him.

46. How much do bad interpretations of this character upset you?

Not upset so much as aggravated. Some takes seem so deliberately bad that it’s so obvious they’re comically exaggerating his bad traits just so they can continue to hate him for killing Aerith.

47. Does this character ever make you laugh sincerely?

@rottenpumpkin13 ’s takes on his and the boys’ shenanigans sure have me laughing out loud most of the time!

48. What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?

I love the Remake trilogy’s design for him. Everything about it is just *chef’s kiss*

49. What’s your favorite personality trait in this character?

Pre-library, the way he showed such kindness and protectiveness to the people whose safety he was responsible for. The look on his face after he failed to save that security officer and the way he shook his head after he put the mission on hold to look for him and had to report that he wasn’t found was heartbreaking.

50. Link your fav song, playlist, aesthetic board, fan-fiction, reference pile, personal artwork, analysis post, meme, headcanon, or quote for this character. Whichever one (s) you are most comfortable with!

This song really makes me think of him. I deliberately chose the Limp Bizkit cover over the original version from The Who because the cover adds a new verse that I think describes him very well (apologies in advance for any unskippable ads).

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No one knows what it’s like to be mistreated

To be defeated

Behind blue eyes

No one knows how to say that they’re sorry

And don’t worry

I’m not telling lies

But a verse from the original that isn’t in the cover fits as well

If my fist clenches, crack it open

Before I use it and lose my cool

If I smile, tell me some bad news

Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil

Put your finger down my throat

If I shiver please give me a blanket

Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

Oh, and did you know that Behind Blue Eyes was originally written as part of a rock opera Pete Townshend wrote after Tommy? It was called Lifehouse. There were a few live shows at the Young Vic Theater, but the project was eventually aborted and some of the songs from it ended up on other albums. Behind Blue Eyes was on Who’s Next.

In the rock opera, the song was sung by Jumbo, the main antagonist, a dictator who tightly controlled the entertainment that the public consumed, and rock and roll was considered barbaric. The hero was the leader of a resistance group who embraced rock and roll and tried to push it to the masses.

Behind Blue Eyes is sung by the antagonist when he realizes that he’s seen as the villain when up until that point, he though his intentions were good. It’s described as a first-person lament.

Sound like someone we know? Sure it does.

Anyway, this is more than long enough. Thank you for sticking around if you’ve made it this far and I hope the rest of your day/evening is peaceful.

#FFVII Rebirth spoilers #FF7 Rebirth spoilers #Sephiroth #Youtube

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theunexplainable · 7 months ago

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Some info before starting:

So, I'm gonna be honest, the only way I can think of that would allow me to have Atreus as a cyborg type thing is if he is kinda like the simulacrum things. But instead of his mind being in a robot, he has parts of a simulacrum to make up the parts of him that didn’t really work on their own. Basically, Faye tried to make a child on her own [asexual reproduction] with the help of her titan GOS-2005 who she affectionately nicknamed Kratos. A bunch of failed experiments later and one of their attempts finally lives. By that I mean Atreus is a test tube baby lmao. But he still doesn’t work too great so around the age of 11, the things that don’t work are replaced with simulacrum parts.

He’s got metal legs, a metal spine, his lungs got replaced along with his eyes, I say this mostly because I think him still having eyes that can glow is neat. His tattoos light up because there are light strips underneath them, and the black of the tattoos is actually the lights turned off. Don't question me alright. I'm trying :[

Also, Kratos seems like an Atlas type, but with weapons more similar to the Ronin. Except, he would have two blades not one, and the shotgun would be called Draupnir and have explosive rounds. I don’t know about the axe, maybe it was originally the weapon of Faye’s previous titan? Would she have nicknamed it Leviathan and therefore the axe would be the leviathan axe?

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Pilots were the most terrifying things to meet on a battlefield. Except of course if you're in Sindri’s position, trapped in a crumbling building and nowhere near a battlefield. The amount of rubble around him weakened the signal he could send out with his radio, but it got through to something. That something was a titan and pilot pair who for some reason that the man was unaware of, were interested in and willing to help him.

They had already reached his location and the mechanic could overhear them on the radio discussing the best way to get him out. The titan spoke in short and gruff answers, but its opinion seemed to always be heard by the pilot.

“So, maybe you could take off the top most stuff to make an entrance?”

“Yes. Be careful.”

“Okay, civilian, can you still hear us?”

“Oh!” he fumbled his radio in surprise, not expecting to be addressed. “Yeah! Still here! You found a way to… get me out?”

There was a pause for a moment, as if he had surprised the duo as much as they had him. Though Sindri would probably never have the ability to surprise a pilot, and even if his radio wasn’t the greatest, surely a solo pilot and titan duo were grizzled veterans right? Why else would they be walking around on their own with no other soldiers or pilot-titan duos?

“We have. Do you have a name by the way?” The pilot questions, most likely trying to make small talk while he found a way inside.

“My name's Sindri, thank you for your help,” the mechanic gratefully responded, very much also needing something to focus on while trapped in a place probably covered in germs. He had gotten a rare engine cylinder that he could use in his latest project but that didn’t make the disgusting place any nicer.

Suddenly, rounding the corner was a pilot. The armor and blue jumpsuit underneath seemed a tad odd to Sindri but he figured he shouldn’t be rude. The pilot’s helmet was a basic one, the eyes of it made a kind of infinite symbol, and he had two scarfs around his neck. One was a familiar yellow, while the other was red with an odd greek symbol in gold going down the length of it.

“Nice to meet you Sindri! My name’s Atreus, and the titan out there is Kratos!”

His voice was distorted by the helmet, but it surprised Sindri to hear he sounded shockingly young. Perhaps he was in training? But the mechanic was sure that he was nowhere near any military outposts of any variety. In fact; his savior was, for lack of a better term, rather short. Sindri couldn’t say much seeing as how he was below five feet, but usually most pilots were rather tall. At least those that the mechanic had seen in the Militia and IMC propaganda videos and such. But it would probably be very rude to say any of these thoughts aloud, especially to someone with a giant metal bodyguard.

The pilot, Atreus, then gestured to where he came from, a small passage that would take a bit of squeezing to get through. Just more disgusting dirt and germs for Sindri to deal with.

“Are you hurt? We have a first aid kit with us,” the pilot suggested as they reached the outside world, which wasn’t much cleaner than the crumbling building.

“No.” Sindri quickly denied, who knows who else had touched it after all. “I’m quite alright, thank you though.”

The titan, he realized, had been holding up part of the collapsed building so that Atreus could get into the building safely. Once both people were at a safe distance from the structure, the titan dropped it unceremoniously. The sound that followed made Sindri flinch back, his sudden movement making the titans one optic lock on to him. It must have been around 28 feet tall, with white paint covering most of it besides a thick line of red that made swirls on his arm and a line over his optic. It was definitely an Atlas based titan, although the shape made him think of a legion, the weapons were that of a Ronin. The two large blades sitting magnetized to the titans back seemed scorch based, while the large axe was familiar, too familiar.

“Hey! I know that axe! I made it for a very special lady. And if you did something to her then… then…” He threatened, raising his fists to the pilot beside him. There was no way he was winning against a pilot, but at least he could fight for his friend's honor.

“No! It was my mother’s!” Atreus exclaimed as he took a step away from the angry man, arms positioned in front of his body, a sort of calming gesture. It felt kind of patronizing for him to- wait. Mother?

“Faye had a child? Who's the father..?” the mechanic mumbled to himself, turning away from the duo to contemplate the unorthodox news.

His thoughts were interrupted by the titan stepping forward, its large metal frame shaking the ground with each movement. Sindri had missed when the mech had taken the axe in hand, but it now used it as a blockage between him and Atreus as it picked its pilot up. The titan seemed cautious about his reaction to the information given to him. Its pilot on the other hand, even if he was wearing a helmet, appeared confused by its actions.

“I am Atreus’ father.” A deep voice broke easily through the man's thoughts, and it took him a moment to process that the voice came from the titan. There must have been a second pilot within, which ment there must be another titan somewhere, right? But Atreus had stated that the titan was his!

All of his questions were answered when the cockpit opened up, there was no one inside. And the titan moved to place its pilot within its confines, Atreus went along easily and swiftly climbed off the mech's hand and onto the seat within the chassis. Without a single word, they took off, a lumbering pace that put great distance between them and Sindri.

How could a titan be a father?

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Hope you liked it! There's gonna be more, but I'm probably gonna put that on AO3. I've decided that its gonna just be chapters of different characters meeting our favorite father & son duo! That's all for now, sorry this took so long to make! :]

#drink lots of water #eat good food #get some sleep #and have a good day!#unexplained writing #gow atreus #atreus #gow kratos #kratos #sindri #god of war sindri #titanfall 2 #titanfall

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roobylavender · 1 year ago

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you know what would automatically change my hatred to love for sasusaku? If their genders were reversed. Majority of the reason why I hate sasuke and sakura relationship is because the type of environment and the culture I grew up in where it's been fed to women since basically birth to always be faithful to her man no matter how terrible he treats her, even after marriage. The pharse, "Just be patient and he will change", infuriates me to another level. Seeing sakura chasing after sasuke throughout the series after numerous rejections and an attempted MURDER on her by him made me roll my eyes so hard like girl just move the fuck on omfg. And even after their "marriage" sasuke's treatment towards her doesn't get better lmao, leaving her alone with a whole ass child to take care by herself?? BYE sakura's patience for him is outmatch cus I would've divorced his ass for that. Though, the more I mature, little by little I begin to understand the complexity of their relationship after putting my gender issues aside for a second and look deep into them. And especially now, after reading your perspective on their whole relationship, it really did made half of my hatred go away and understand the relationship wholeheartedly. Like yeah, I absolutely love the trope of one person saying they don't deserve the other person's love but the other person keep loving them anyway, that stuff makes me giggle and swing my legs in the air and shit. It's just that the only way this trope would work for me if the person loving them has enough self-respect for themselves AND if it's a girl in the former & the guy in the latter. And honestly, I found naruto being borderline obsessed with sasuke annoying too but the reason why I can digest it more well is because naruto can go head to head with sasuke without backing down. Like, I wanted to see at least ONCE sakura having a heated argument with sasuke, or punch him in the face in the series. I feel like sasuke deserves a punch from her at the very least 🤷🏽‍♀️

Sigh, I really did wanna love their relationship and their journey to love (that scene of him catching her when she was about to fall and then having that iconic eye contact had me feeling butterflies ngl) since it has all the tropes I love but the execution is just so...

i mean if it helps any i absolutely hate post-canon and that's where my primary divide with most sasusaku fans lies 😭 i'm not sure if you read the blue-plums post i reblogged but it's a good dissection of why exactly it fails as a conclusion to both their individual arcs and their relationship arc generally. the post-canon we see is a direct answer to what sasuke's and sakura's dreams are at the start of the series, but the problem with this is that sasuke and sakura are nowhere near being the same people at the end of the series as they were at the start. generally, i don't think post-canon really takes the individual arc of any character into much account. its primary goal is maintaining the status quo with a slight veneer of friendship power draped over it for aesthetics. but nothing at the root is changed despite every traumatic development the characters were relentlessly subjected to. resultantly, you're left with a portrayal of sasuke as a neglectful father who glorifies the lone-wolf hero trope, which goes against everything he could possibly have learned from itachi; and you're left with a portrayal of sakura as someone content to keep house despite the bulk of her character arc being grounded in her ability and desire to take initiative not only at home, but abroad. it's not true to who either of them is by that point and, even more than that, it's a disservice to everything they've put themselves through for the sake of the love they were vying for. so while i love sasusaku as it progresses up through 699, i tend to wholeheartedly ignore whatever comes after and relegate that instead to either my own imagination or blue-plums's in her fics

what i will say about the naruto and sakura distinction is that a lot of people are more comfortable with how sasuke reacts to naruto bc they believe what naruto is doing is right. it's kind of like: if the only thing sasuke will realistically respond to is violence then obv naruto can resort to that violence without dwelling on it too much. but if you think about violence in the context of sasuke's entire life, it's not actually helpful at all beyond its ability to physically bring him to a grinding halt. even when naruto finally breaks through to sasuke, it's not the violence that makes things click for him. it's the words he says after, and it's the words he's always said before that that have stayed in sasuke's mind. violence, in contrast, is a poisonous thing for sasuke bc it's the only thing that has defined the parameters of his entire life. it robbed him of every person he cared about prior to his meeting team seven, and inevitably it intimidated him into seeking out more violence once he realized that he was incapable of saving the new people he'd come to care about as well. everything, at the root, was driven by sasuke's traumatically-exacerbated response to love and loss. the idea of losing naruto and sakura to the hands of anyone else was unbearable. so he decided that he'd rather have killed them himself. it was absolutely irrational. but a twelve year old child put through that kind of successive, relentless trauma was never going to think rationally, and certainly not after being exploited by people like orochimaru and obito (and to an extent itachi) in turn

all of this to say: there is of course a gendered aspect to the fact that sakura's response to sasuke is markedly not violence. but i also think people sort of refuse to dissect her response any further and esp in context of the narrative itself. despite being the hallmark of rationality within the team and perhaps even the series, sakura was inevitably always driven by the value she placed on humanity. it would've been so easy and rational and "right" to kill sasuke bc he was an insurgent, a terrorist, a danger to public safety, etc. but sakura knew it was more complicated than that. even without knowing about the intricacies of the uchiha massacre she'd been a witness to his suffering and struggle and helplessness. she was as much unable to kill him bc of her love for him as she was unable to kill him bc she knew it wouldn't be right. bc really, what would it solve. sasuke being written off or dying would accomplish nothing bc he would become one more person in the long line of victims to nationalism and the military-industrial complex. while naruto's desire to retrieve sasuke was driven by his love for him it was also driven by the fact that he was stubborn and relentless and refused to give up on people. if you won't believe in yourself i'll beat the belief into you. it's a very shounen-esque trait. in contrast, sakura's desire to retrieve sakura, while also driven by her love for him, was significantly driven by her ability to see that sasuke needed help. in fact, that's all she ever wanted him to get: help. and it would be one thing for this to be an isolated desire but when you read it in context of her own goals as a medic and a mental health professional, her unwavering belief in sasuke is a lot more striking. she was the only person in the entire narrative who never resorted to violence as a solution to sasuke's problems. and she was angry, to be sure. much as she loves him the struggle to bring him back and convince him that he was worthy of love and healing left her emotionally exhausted. but they're also children at the end of the day. she could've been angry at him, or naruto could've been angry him, and in the end none of it would've mattered in the face of knowing they'd finally gotten through to him. he had a smile on his face, he didn't have an arm anymore, and for the first time in his life he met a loss with utter peace and content. it was a thing of miracles after six years of relentless grief and sorrow, and nothing else could've been on their mind.

at the end of the day, team seven's love for sasuke isn't rational. the farthest thing from it, really. but that's what makes it so radical in context. if love in naruto was only ever meant to be rational then hardly anyone would survive. love was always written as an act of defiance and for however subtle the depiction sakura exemplified it

#this is already so long i won't ramble any further in the text bc i've gotten across my point #but tldr you're totally valid! like honestly a lot of sasusaku fans tend to take the full scope of post-canon as gospel and it's infuriatin #and it definitely panders to a lot of gendered stereotypes #the relationship is i think way easier to digest if you isolate 1-699 and then pretend none of the rest exists lol #me personally i want sasuke to go on travels and meet lots of orphans and dedicate himself to humanitarian work #and i want sakura to do her mental hospital thing and research and advocacy at the village #before the projects she works on inevitably extend to intervillage endeavors #it's a nice way for both her and sasuke to explore their respective itches while also doing something that overlaps #with what the other person is doing. i am also a gazillion times more inclined towards them adopting an orphan #than i am towards the idea of them getting traditional married and having a traditional family and birthing traditional babies. boh-ring #i have a post somewhere on my old blog but to Me it would be revolutionary for sasuke to separate himself from the idea that the #only real bonds are those borne in blood. bc all that matters is love. i think adoption would be a really good personification of that idea #also occasionally they can come back to konoha and do silly couple things. like go to the farmers market and plant flowers #and harvest tomatoes. househusband sasuke and workaholic sakura. my dream combination truly #outbox

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neyxmessi · 2 years ago

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i’m curious to know what ur theories are omg!! (on why ney left) but yes, we’ll truly never know it really did seem to come out of nowhere

Okay we’ll start off with my most probable theory:

1) the PSG game. Oh the Barca v. PSG comeback game. The Remontada. That game still makes me sick lol. It was a spectacular game. Arguably one of, if not, the biggest comeback in UCL history. Leo scored a penalty, but Neymar was the true genius of the game. Neymar scored an amazing free kick and penalty (which it’s so interesting that he took them too btw when normally Leo would take them). And he also provided the amazing assist to Sergio Roberto in literally the last minute to secure the win. However, that one photo of Leo went VIRALLLLL and he seemed to be getting all of the credit for the game. Part of me thinks that really pissed Neymar off, and he was literally in his prime if not getting to be there, and maybe he realized the only way to prove his greatness was to get out of a club with Lionel Messi there. So while he truly did love Leo as a person/teammate/idol, he was the one person standing in his way to achieving ultimate greatness. I think in the beginning he was truly about the team mentality and wanting to help Leo be the best (he literally said that in his debut), but Neymar isn’t the type of person to only strive to be that. He wants to the best (he’s always been quoted saying this too lol), and he wants to WIN. Him being the leader? Even better. If this was the reason, I don’t really blame him too much. I wish he never left, but underappreciation can really drive someone up a wall.

2) there is a chance that this move could’ve been prompted even earlier than when Neymar had left. Dani Alves joined PSG in 2017, and it was no surprise that he had urged Neymar to join him. He was even quoted once saying that the only way for Neymar to be the greatest was to get out of Leo’s shadow at Barca. I’m not saying he instilled the idea into his brain, but it seems like he was thinking what some other people were too.

3) the money. €222 million buy out clause is insane, and the wages PSG was paying Neymar was out of this world. Literally his move broke the market. There’s a chance that maybe that’s why he left (although I doubt it. Mans was making enough) unlesssssss his father had something to do with it.

4) the father. While Neymar’s dad said he never wanted Neymar to leave Barcelona, there’s a part of me that thinks that maybe he helped push the decision. He could’ve either wanted it for money, orrrrr there’s a chance that he could’ve pushed the idea into Neymar’s head that he needed to be the greatest. Potential constant comparisons between him and other players that made him feel like he wasn’t good enough. That he had to leave and bring a team to its first UCL to prove his worth. I’m not sure.

5) this is my delusional ass fanfic ass brain that should be taken LIGHTLY. But Neymar announcing for the first time he was thinking of leaving Barca for PSG at Leo’s wedding??? Um??? Who does that? At a wedding? At Leo’s wedding?? It’s interesting is it not? And the Instagram pictures he posted of the wedding afterwards and the caption… it was just iffy and unusual to me. Maybe the pain of staying would’ve been too much. I don’t know. (AGAIN TAKE THIS VERY LIGHTLY THERE IS A REASON WHY IT IS NEAR THE BOTTOM OF THIS LIST 😭😭 — delulu brain over here okay I am claiming absolutely nothing) Also, around this time Leo was getting REALLY close to Suarez. I wonder if Neymar felt abandoned somehow and that also made him want to leave too.

6) maybe he just didn’t believe in the team that much anymore? The 16/17 season was really bad in comparison to the prior one. Maybe he foresaw Barca’s downfall and wanted to get out before his reputation could’ve been ruined because of it.

Anyways these are all my dumb little theories. Take them with a grain of salt. I don’t know anything nor claim to know anything. But these are the best theories my brain could conjure up 🤷‍♀️

#anon asks

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blkkizzat · 5 months ago

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I'm writing a sci-fi novel. I find I'm bad at writing romance, so the fan fiction is giving me practice. I do want a love story in there, but I'm not sure who I want it to be. Cause like one option is like to compare to JJK... a Todo type, I suppose. Follows rules mostly, very warrior type very brutal to his enemies. The other feels very Yuji, excitable want to make friends and learn cool stuff, not the strongest to start but learns very quickly. I know I could always have her end up with one of her subordinates who gives if Gojo and Geto were one person. Decisions are very hard, and writing is a cursed thing to be blessed at because it's all you think about or want to do. Also I have fully accepted that I am mildly a monster fucker on occasion, which is why true form sukuna is a bit of a turn on for me- outside of the cannibalism (when I said I wanted to be eaten that wasn't what I meant.) So alien sex and the creative ways in which it might happen are a fun outlet to explore for me. I read a couple of books where the two love interests weren't physically compatible like in one of them, he was a giant and physically far too big to fit inside. In another, they just were nowhere near compatible he didn't even really have a penis but they found other ways to please each other. I just think there's a lot of options and I find the more I rant to you about sexual situations and how one might find their way into them the better my romance scenes develop.

That being said. I been thinking...jujutsu tech Teacher! Geto inviting his pretty little wife to lunch during a work day. He won't let her work. He absolutely forbids it. He claims it's cause her Japanese isn't very good, it's because he refuses to entertain the idea of you falling in love with some bs mundane coworker and leaving him cause his life is complicated. So you pack him a lunch, like a good wife, you've even been practicing your Japanese cooking. All during lunch, he has you in his private office (that he demanded when he became a teacher- Gojo isn't the only one that gets nice things) on your knees while he eats the delicious meal you made. He just keeps complimenting your food. And the more he compliments the more enthusiasm you seem to gain.

This has been a rant by -🧠

ayeee 🧠 pookies!oooh sci-fi! that sounds so cool! yeah fanfiction is def good practice! Your characters sound really fun too!

omg i know though, sometimes all i wanna do is write instead of even going out and do fun thingsjhdjdhsjkdh. friends: wanna go out? me: sure. (hell no bitch i wanna stay and finish this fic!!) lmfaooo. but i find taking breaks helps so i make myself so i dont get too overwhelmed lol. im glad talking it out helps! i loveeeee your rants so please feel free anytime its also fueling me as well!

but yaaaaas monster fuckers unite!!! alien sex sounds so hawt!!(especially if there are tentacles fhrdfkjhwfkjw)

"Japanese isn't very good, it's because he refuses to entertain the idea of you falling in love with some bs mundane coworker and leaving him cause his life is complicated."

OMFG YESSS i love jealous geto this is so canon!!!! and omejfaklfhjsdkfjhdfjh imma bring this man his lunch EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. now!!! he might even make US his lunch too sometimes 💕🤭

ur rants always eaaaaaaat!

#🧠 anon #ೃ༝💌⁀➷ 𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉мαιℓ #ೃ💌⁀➷𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉αησηѕ

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mehemingway · 6 months ago

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(The Family That Dies Together) Rise Together

Oh, he has a type He's a rescuer A knight Always dating those girls The sad and broken ones Who never treat him right You'd think he'd learn To love a person Who can love him back

He knows, though As a matter of fact And he sees it every time He can't seem to understand Or get the reason why He's come so far And changed and grown But still The only thing he's ever known Is handing love to someone else And they see a steaming pile of shit But the "sad and broken" people Always cling to it

And when the normal people finally break He knows that they will, too He knows Not everyone's for everyone And any food is tasty To the starving tongue And he knows that hunger makes our choices After only several hours And nowhere in between those things Does he feel like he belongs

He can heal all he wants But one thing never changes And that's where he was born The normal world For normal people Has a border that he'll never cross The so-called happy people Still only love when love is easy They shake his hand "Here, have a medal, You're very special. And we're just so very happy, That it wasn't us."

And they think that he's a freak For living in a war zone When all it really is Is home And home is where the heart is And his heart is in love with life And life It doesn't happen on the surface And love Is in the depths And he'll tell them, "Yes! My world's down there!" But they'll never try to see it Because they depend on air

And the others Are still drowning And he'll hold those sad and broken close And teach them how to breath the waves Because he knows all of the strokes He knows that there is peace When they release the surface person That they'll never see again And they deserve it To know that love is painful Can be desperate But still it's easy It just happens in hard places

And the jigsaw they remember being Of an image so serene And so complete Can be combined And reassembled From the floating, broken mixture With another's scattered pieces And once it's fully formed They'll finally see the bigger picture

There is collection that is weightless An ocean of connection A fate that's floating patient Sleeping silently It waits And still it waits For hearts to align Along with the stars That way that our prophets Always prophesize About that one coming day When the god of the depths Will awaken And finally open its eyes And then with new power Together We'll rise

So he waits Alone in the depths An old man and the sea A small piece of greatness An unrealized love An incomplete puzzle To the secret of life It's that we all die alone But not everyone knows That we choose when we go Death of the self Can come anytime

If you want to combine Then flow with the currents And dissolve in the souls See your reflection In everything's mirror And when you learn to release You'll have nothing to fear And nothing to lose When final, aging days Finally draw near And finally you'll see You won't have to wait long Because there's nothing but peace When you're already gone

-Me H.

#poetry #writing #meh #original poem #spilled ink #philosophy #spirituality #spiritual awakening #love #therapy

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flyoverkushtaka · 1 year ago

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A thought occurred to me today while changing in the locker room at the gym. It crept up on me out of nowhere while I was gripping the white cotton of the ribbed tank I was wearing beneath my flannel shirt (green and grey checks, moss and stone).

All sorts of undergarments and skinwear are fetishized. Quite naturally, of course, with the way they both obscure and emphasize the genitals, nothing special there. On this site alone I have witnessed sexual fascination with jockstraps, speedos, white briefs, gym shorts, wrestling singlets, diving suits, lingerie, sweatpants, jammers, joggers, thongs, loincloths, lederhosen, diapers, panties, cups, and the concept of going commando (ie, the choice not to wear underwear, which turns the absence into a type of underwear in itself).

All of that, and I don't think I've seen a single fixation on boxer-briefs.

Perhaps it's their current ubiquity, the assumed norm for masculine modesty in the West (or the US in any case; French dudes love those little low-rise slips, and hell, I love seeing them wear 'em). They're eerily dialectical too: You start with the thesis of the brief (practical, holds everything in place, typically monochrome), confronted by the antithesis of the boxer shorts (much freer, considered at the time more masculine but also somehow more modest without the risk of anyone seeing the outline of your precious dick, to the point that some pairs can feel like wearing a second pair of pants, often bedecked with patterns and designs: tartan plaids, little hearts or bananas, Homer Simpson salivating over a doughnut). It's obvious generational overthrow, nothing novel there (although how interesting it is that white briefs became associated at the same time with the juvenile as well as the elderly: so now we know what a man is. . .). What is perhaps surprising is the arrival of the synthesis: the boxer-brief. Our little friend comes with the supple support of briefs married to the extra freedom (both spatial and of expression) of boxers. The new trend now based on some excruciatingly awful commercials I'm forced to see whenever I drink in dive bars is to make them with a little pouch in the front for extra testicular comfort (and also to show off your balls a little, but it would be so gauche to say that aloud, so shhh), but this is more of a logical next step than a totally new innovation. I think the boxer-brief is here to stay for a long time (keeping this parenthetical as a note that there was a cut joke here poking fun at Maoist-Third-Worldists but it just wasn't coming together and felt overall too mean-spirited), and maybe it's positioning as default, playing it safe in the world of genital coverings is what abjures it of erotic appeal. Which is kind of a shame in its own way, because I know some guys who look absolutely killer in them. My first boyfriend wore boxer-briefs; they fit his long, thin body so wonderfully. I could while away the hours rubbing his small dick against the palm of my hand through the fabric, bulging with promise and desire, precum spreading through the cotton and polyester. I loved the way the waistband hugged his hips, the skin at the bottom edge of his tummy, the single brown freckle peeking out near the top of the ilium like a sunrise. He always smelled like apricot scrub. I found it worked wonders on my pores. This became a problem after he cut me out definitively and I would be walking around somewhere and think I was picking up on his scent. Why does no one ever talk about the odor of ghosts? It's always the floating apparition, the chill in the air and on the back of the neck, the keening voice begging for vengeance or demanding a second chance or guiding soldiers out of danger on the battlefield away from stray bullets, but never what a shade smells like. We assume it'll be naught but rot, but the nose remembers much that the brain has forgotten.

(Don't get it twisted hoss: There's no difference between a ghost of the deceased and a ghost of someone who never wants to talk to you again. Every mind houses a columbarium. Every rekindled love is an act of necromancy.)

Yes, I think boxer-briefs can certainly be sexy even if they lack the taboo or particular qualities that can qualify a fetish. Maybe in the future we'll all be wearing kilts, and the perverts will start coming out of the woodwork one by one.

Come to think of it, I don't remember if I thought of this while changing into my gym clothes or out of them.

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kyberphilosopher · 4 years ago

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Word Count: 3467 Requested: yes. Based off ‘505′ Warnings: strong hints to sexual disposition. Spoilers if you squint.

“I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck... I did last time I checked.” -Arctic Monkeys, ‘505′.

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With hoarse breath and unwavering eyes, you look up to the stars as you speak. “So, you’re really going to do it then?”

“I have to,” you hear him say. His voice has gotten far more mature and calm since the first time you’d heard him speak. Still angry and determined, but in an intelligent, adult way. Eren is a more capable person now. The only thing left to do is wait and see if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing.

“What do you think are the chances of winning?” you question. A shooting star whizzes across the sky at that very moment, and it’s gone before you can think of a wish.

You turn around to face him, but his eyes are already on you. Once upon a time, Eren’s eyes were emerald and teal and deep. Now they’re paler. They are cold and steady as a byproduct of who he’s become. It’s hard not to wonder what he’s thinking about when he looks at you like this, especially since he’s become harder to read over the years.

At first, Eren was one of the most insufferable people you’d ever met. He acted out so often, it was hard to see him as another person of intelligent life. You mostly just minded your business through your cadet years, usually hanging around Reiner, who was also difficult to see as intelligent life. Sometimes you and Eren would argue, but it was never passionate. You just had different world views.

Things got better when you found out what Eren really was. Since you hadn’t made top ten, you could only choose between the Garrison Regiment, or the Scout Regiment. And with Eren’s newly discovered power showing the promise of hope, you decided on the Scouts. He liked that.

After that, it was hard not to mature at the same time as he. Eren often blamed himself for the death and carnage that surrounded the regiment. You were solely responsible for the passing of your best friend. And after everything that happened with the government, almost dying at Shiganshina- you knew you couldn’t stand this much longer. With your relationship with Eren still budding in its early and steamy stages, he was the only one you told of your desertion. You abandoned the corps, finding a small, abandoned farm within wall Maria to hide out in.

Eren was too tired and sick of everything to think you were being cowardly. He wanted to leave too. Maybe come with you. But Eren had plans in the works that he couldn’t leave alone. He visited you less and less. Luckily you never made a fuss.

And now Eren wants to end the world, to save the world. How does he expect you to react to this?

“I just thought I should see you,” Eren replies. You know he’s deflecting your question. You’re not stupid.

You nod slowly, blinking as you think. “Am I going to die?”

Your companion crosses his arms calmly. “Yes,” he tells you.

There it is.

“You know I can’t support you in this, right?” you tell Eren, equally as calm.

He only replies after a moment, also in deep thought. “I know.”

You look back up to the sky, sighing out through your nose. “Why did you come, Eren? Did you want me to tell you that I think you’re doing the right thing? Or was it because you need to let out some anger? I wonder.”

“I did want to see you.”

“Do you still?”

Silence.

“Yes.”

“And I suppose there’s nothing I can do to change your mind?”

“No.”

The stars are glittering with pastel hues, like a rainbow, or kaleidoscope. Each one is a different size, bordering on different shapes, all fusing and melting together like your idea of heaven. You can barely even see the midnight color of the sky through all them. It is beautiful, but it’s also bitter. Everything is bitter, here.

“I didn’t make myself any dinner yet,” you say. “Couldn’t think of anything.”

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When she was alive, Eren’s mother would make a soup for the family. It was creamy, hot, filled with meat and cheese at the bottom. Eren never liked soup, but he did love that dish. She was always sure to make extra for him, so that he could enjoy it for several days. And although it wasn’t until after she was gone that Eren realized he rarely ever thanked her for it, it was still one of the warmest memories Eren had.

He fills your wooden bowl with it, being awfully generous. He knows that even though you haven’t eaten much in the last few years, you too had grown fond of the soup. He knows no matter how slowly you force it down, you are enjoying it. It burns the roof of your mouth every time, but you’ve never cared. All that matters is the creamy sauce, and the cow cooked to perfection.

You stare at the fireplace beside you, flames cackling and licking upward. Eren sets the bowl in front of you, and takes the seat on the other side. You know he sets his long hair behind his shoulders. You’re already prepared. From your pocket, you produce a stretchy brown hair tie on the verge of snapping, handing it to him.

“Thanks,” he says, even though this routine has happened however many times he’s seen you.

“You’re welcome.”

The soup is as amazing as usual. You’re willing to bet Eren makes it even better than his mother did, but you dare not say it aloud. It’s creamy, perfectly seasoned. It goes down your throat, still steaming.

“Does Mikasa know about this?” you question, taking one more delicious bite.

“No. None of them do,” Eren answers. “Armin will figure it out soon.”

“You want me to kill ‘em?”

Eren shakes his head. To a lot of people, this would be taken as a joke. But this is nowhere near it. Your tone is too casual, too low for it to be humor of any kind. And the way the man across from you reacts- he’s thinking the same thing.

“No.”

“How are they, then?”

Eren thinks as he takes another bite, the warmth creeping up his chest sweetly. “They’re alright for now. I don’t know for how much longer. I can’t see everything.”

“Can you see who’s next?”

He squints at his bowl as if he were angry, but his eyebrows barely move. “Sasha.”

Sasha. She was always a good presence to have around. While she seemed like the type of person who would annoy you, it was hard to hate her. And you admired her keen intuition anyway.

“Will you give her something for me?”

Eren nods. Then you both go back to eating for a few seconds, basking in the orange glow from the flames.

“How are things here?” he questions after a minute.

“The same,” you tell him. “I think the cow might die soon.”

Some people might reply with condolences, or sympathy. But your lover does not, and you do not expect him to. “I’ll get you a new one,” he says flatly, almost like a promise. You nod once.

Despite the atmosphere which can only be described as bitter, you’re glad to see Eren again. You’re glad that he’s alive, and as alright as he can be. The bed is always colder without him, heated up only by your lingering fingers that you pretend are his every other night. Whenever he leaves an article of clothing behind, usually on purpose, you hold off on washing it so it can smell like him for you as long as possible. Then there are the hair ties you keep either in your pocket or on your wrist, specifically for him. The razors in your cabinet he often didn’t even bother using.

Even with the sullen demeanor that had managed to overtake both of you, there was at least one thing you cared about in the world still. Maybe it wasn’t the most conventional kind of caring, or the healthiest coping mechanism. But it was still caring. And all that you cared about was him.

You knew you weren’t Eren’s first priority. You were probably second, or third. It didn’t bother you. Eren’s head was one of the first things lost when the truth was presented to him. It came back coldly and sternly, in contrast to how previously hot and impatient it had been. But by then your head had also grown colder and sterner. In simpler terms, Eren did care for you. He did love you. But he would consider letting you die if it meant achieving what he set out to do, and you knew this.

Across the table, Eren lifts his head to look up at you as he chews slowly. The burning meal slides down his throat easily, albeit painfully. It doesn’t even register with him, his piercing eyes slowly gaining a glint from the fire light.

You meet his eyes after a few seconds, feeling them on you. You don’t say a word, don’t even give a questioning look. You just hold him patiently, which is something the two of you find yourself doing often.

“You can’t stop it,” Eren speaks, looking you dead in the eyes with a steady gaze. There is love behind his eyes, far behind the anger, but you can tell from the tone of voice he is trying to tell you something as if it were an order. Your lips part slightly from the intensity radiating from your lover, who doesn’t move a muscle. “You’ll be free soon.”

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Dinner ends. Eren helps clean up the dishes for you and goes to get water from your well so you can clean easier. You already know from the way his thumb brushed against your own when you took the bowls that you’ll likely be bent over the sink in a few minutes, which you don’t mind, but you wonder if he’ll be willing to be softer than usual as an apology for what he’d said earlier.

He’d meant to scare you. You’re intelligent enough to figure that out. Even though you don’t scare easy, and you didn’t even give an extreme reaction, the look in Eren’s eyes had made your heart drop to your stomach. Sometimes you forget that Eren sees everything. Then he says something like that to remind you in the most memorable way.

The wooden door opens and closes behind you. Boots scuff the ground for a few seconds, drawing closer and closer as something in you sparks with anticipation, as it always does. A pail of water hits the surface beside you, partially sloshing over the sides, shining silver in the moonlight from the tall window in front of you. Finally, ultra hot hands slide around your waist and push gently but tightly against where your ribs diverge.

A jaw leans down on your right shoulder, chin poking against your collarbone. Locks of hair brush against your own, just as the hand on the left runs across your side to finally put a small band in your pocket.

“I did miss you,” Eren’s low voice seemingly growls, his chest rumbling softly against your back.

“I was thinking about you,” you admit with monotone, knowing your lover can read through it like as easily as a knife slices through skin.

“I hope I didn’t worry you,” he says, though you can also read through his own tone. He probably didn’t care about worrying you. He definitely doesn’t still.

“You didn’t.”

You place a both bowls in the sink, running your fingers over the dirty spoons. Eren’s orbs follow your movement. You can feel his chin change positions ever so slightly in the coming seconds.

“Can you pass me the rag?” you ask, eyes focused on a piece of food on the spoon that doesn’t even exist.

In response, Eren doesn’t pass you anything. Only his right hand gives you any kind of acknowledgement, passing from on your ribs to down lower. His fingertips skin over the erogenous zone under the waistband of your undergarments.

“I worried about you,” Eren murmurs boldly. The hot fingertips pass under the cloth finally, pricks of stubble on his jaw scratching your neck and shoulder as he shifts. “I wanted you to be okay.” His left hand raises to grasp the breast above it. Slowly at first, then firmly, like a warning. Everything is a warning with him.

Your head lulls back uncontrollably. The back of your hair matts up as it rolls against his own shoulder.

“I said you worried me,” your partner grumbles. “Did you hear me?”

“No,” you lie lowly, refusing to let your voice shake despite the shiver in your throat.

“Mm,” Eren hums in condescending understanding. A force presses against your core, which has turned burning hot and ice cold at the same time. The force pulls away, a string of something smooth and slimy following it that makes a sound draw from your lips. It’s high pitched, weak, and unstoppable. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so associated with Eren.

His hand gives your breast a firm squeeze, soreness blossoming from the center. Your back arches quickly and returns lax against him, though now something pokes against your bottom that makes your eyes pop open with a new alertness. Eren’s hand gives you no time again. From your chest, it flies to your throat, holding it back with soft strictness as the other finally dips into the hot pool between your hips.

“I worried about you.”

A strangled groan releases from between your lips again, this time fully carried up through the air. To Eren, it must sound like nothing more than music, or background noise.

Thick cylinders pump inside you to the knuckle. They feel better than your own. They always have.

It feels good. Full. Tight and fast and like the inside of you is quivering under the weight of something that you can’t see or hear. Eren is like a blanket supporting you from falling over, keeping you upright with his grip and his fingers buried inside of you. Prodding every angle, every spot. Not necessarily romantically, but still lovingly. He has always had this goal during intimacy. Nothing matters but communicating to you just how close he wants to be.

“Eren,” you choke, a dribble of spit sliding from the corner of your lips.

“Again,” he hisses in response. His fingers hit a tight spot, making every muscle in your body clench at the same time.

You don’t say another word, your mouth hanging partially open as you focus on everything around you. And it’s all Eren Jaeger. His smell, his growls, his voice, his breathing, his chest, his muscles, his hair, his anger, his bitterness, his intelligence, his determination. It’s overwhelming. It reminds you of getting swept in one of those waves at the ocean he described to you. He’s yours. No- more likely, you’re his. End of story.

“I said again.”

“Eren,” you moan.

His head nuzzles into your neck comfortingly, his fingers pushing faster and harder. You can feel how warm you are, never mind how slick. And the way your own body holds around his digits every time he pulls away is enough to make you all the more warm and slick.

But then...

What is he doing?

He had said “you’ll be free soon”. And yet, here he is, gripping you tightly as he forces you into the corner of submitting. And yes, it is hot. It arouses you as it always has. But something about it makes your stomach turn into a knot of unpleasantness, in contrast to the other one of liquid pleasure.

“Eren,” you strain, squirming against him.

Eren speeds up again. A grunt falls from his own mouth from his own power, and you know he’s getting off almost as much as you are. It doesn’t stop feeling good. Feeling euphoric.

It’s getting rougher. Rougher and harder and faster, more intense.

“Eren.”

Another gruff moan from him.

“Eren! Stop! Stop!”

Eren’s palm softens away at once. It lifts away, his eyes opening and his hand stilling inside of you. He watches you shake as you gaze up to the ceiling, wide eyed. Your thighs sputter, entire body twitching. You didn’t cum.

His eyes trail over you. You’ve worked up a steady sweat glistening and glowing, shivering and shaking and quaking because of him in the best way. You’re his. His partner, his friend, his ally he knows for a fact he can rely on.

“C-can we... Eren...”

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Drips of water dribbling down Eren’s temple. One of your hands are threaded in his brunette locks, holding them back so you can have an uninterrupted view. The other hand is dabbing cloth against his forehead and hairline, bathing him softly.

He’d gone a while without bathing again. You could tell. Eren’s eyes are glued to yours, deep teal memorizing all the flecks in your own as if he hadn’t a million times over.

Eren loves you. Dearly. He’d travel all seven hours and forty five minutes just to tell you that. He doesn’t know what made you stop earlier. He doesn’t ask. But he’s not mad. Overall, Eren understands that it doesn’t matter what you asked to stop for. You give the word, he obeys. Not because he has to, but because he loves you.

Still, he knows something is wrong. You don’t show it. You’re steady, calm, mature, apathetic as always. But in the pit of Eren’s stomach, something brews. A warm, strange feeling of intuition and omniscience.

“You look very pretty today,” Eren ventures, wondering only of your response. “Did I tell you that?”

Your eyes squint. “Thank you,” you reply back.

The cloth continues to rub against his skin, cleaning something that probably doesn’t even exist. Dirt, maybe. Eren’s stopped taking care of his skin in the past few years.

“You’re welcome.”

Your eyes squint again. This time, they gloss over with sharp wetness like glass. The eyebrows crease like a break, your bottom lip trembling as you suck it between your teeth.

He doesn’t know what he was expecting. But your lover wasn’t expecting this.

Eren hates when you cry. He can remember the first time he’d seen it, but not the most recent. You didn’t cry often- you were strong. Crying over something as useless and flimsy as emotions didn’t seem worth it. So what was this for? What were you about to make Eren break down inside over?

Your hand falls limply from his forehead. Shoulders hunch over in defeat, staring down at the floor as your hair covers over your face. And then the sniffles come, choked out coughs like sobs.

Eren can see the lightest of bruises he’d left on you from earlier, but you’d never had a problem with it before. No, it was something else. But what?

Silent, your teeth grit together as you wince, tears streaming down your face inexplicably.

“Earlier w-when you,” you gulp, snot beginning to form, “when you- I did worry a-about you. I- I don’t know why I didn’t...”

You stumble forward. Eren stands from your bath tub to catch you as you slump against him tiredly.

“I hate it when you go.”

Eren switches positions with you, pushing you down to sit on the edge of the tub. He takes the wet rag from your hand and holds your shoulder back so he can have a good look at you. Then the cloth dabs against your own forehead, just as you had done to him.

“I hate it here,” you sigh, a single tear drop blurring your vision as it falls finally.

Your lover moves the cloth from your head to your cheeks, smearing the wetness into your skin and away. They moisten and dry, your eyes red and shiny. Eren tilts your head up under your jaw, creasing his brows and using the towel to clean closer to your eyes.

“If it helps,” he says, looking straight into your eyes, “you’re crying, but I still think you look pretty.”

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t help even a little, because you love him.

A soft smile creeps to your lips, your hands dropping in between your thighs.

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No I didn’t reread this lmfao enjoy. Hope I did you justice anon

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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years ago

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A Family Affair

Slasher AU CannibalFamily!EraserMicxReader

We’re going with the “strange family that lives outside of a small town” trope. After a few deliveries to the Aizawa household you get pulled in to an affair you never wanted to be a part of.

Spooky season is upon us and I’ve already begun watching too many horror movies. This fic will definitely be a two parter

Super Dark Content Warning!!! Literally do not read if you have any reservation and definitely no minors!

TW: cannibal themes, mentions of murder, mentions of corpse mutilation, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships

Part 2 is gonna include more of this and the smut

Growing up you were grateful for living in a small town. You didn't really relate to the coming-of-age stories told in the movies where the small town girl runs off to the big city for a whirlwind romance and a chance at some "big break." To you, small town life was more picturesque than any overcrowded city. You knew your neighbors, and watched a lot of their families grow and change throughout the years. A small town allows you to become a regular at several businesses, including the coffee shop and your favorite diner downtown. Going away to college was tough even though you didn't go far. The nearest city - a little over 40 miles away - had a great college with a program you were really interested in pursuing.

You went home every break and picked up delivery jobs at one of the local restaurants. It was winter break of your last year in college when you first delivered to the Aizawa residence. In all your years at the restaurant they never ordered delivery, one of the two men would always place an order for pick up. The thing about small town stereotypes is that small towns tend to self-impose said stereotypes. The Aizawa's were that family. The one that everyone whispered when they came to town and children would tell horror stories about during Halloween. They were the weird family that lived just past the outskirts of town.

You weren't entirely sure what either of the two men did. Everyone speculated that Mr. Aizawa was some sort of mountain-man-feral type and maybe did some mechanic work for the folks that tend to live in between towns. His husband, Mr. Yamada seemed like the stay at home trophy husband but you heard he did some sort of conspiracy podcast. They had children - reportedly, but no one has really met them - and other family members that live similarly further out into the middle of nowhere. The drive was absurdly long but they were loyal customers and the owners didn't want to turn their request down. Your boss handed you a chunk of bills to fill up your tank before heading out. That's no place you'd want to get stranded, he told you.

The paved road got worse the further you got from town. Forty-five minutes later you were pulling down the dirt road that led to the illuminated Aizawa home. A wall of cold air slammed in to you when you opened your car door and you grumbled about leaving your gloves at home. There was no doorbell, so knocked and did that awkward please-don't-let-me-freeze dance while you waited. Two unfamiliar faces opened the door, an apathetic looking teen and an adorable little girl. Must be their children. The older one called out for his dad before taking one of the bags you held and disappearing into the home. You looked down awkwardly and wave at the girl. She smiled shyly and reached out for the other bag.

"Are you sure?" You asked her, "It's a little heavy."

She nodded.

"Okay, but use two hands," You passed her the bag. "Oh jeez, you're strong. Don't tell your brother, but I think this is the heavier bag."

You smiled when she giggled and ran off.

Mr. Aizawa appeared in the door, "How much do we owe?"

He was just as terrifying up close and for a split second your mind went blank while your basic instincts were begging you go back to the car. He raised an eyebrow at you, looking irritated at your falter.

"Uh - forty-two."

He pulled counted out a chunk of bills and then you were off. You didn't even count the amount until you parked. Forty-two with a forty-dollar tip. They may be odd but apparently they're loaded. You didn't think much of it until the following week when you were heading back to their house with another delivery. You wished that they would order earlier but at least you could hope for another generous tip. You were taken aback when the little girl answered the door by herself, jumping up and down with excitement.

Was she old enough to answer the door by herself?

"Papa," She yelled. "The lady is here!"

She turned her attention back to you with a huge grin, "Shinsou got sore that you told me I'm the stronger one."

Before you could respond to her the other man, Mr. Yamada, bounced around the corner, "Eri, what have we told you about the door? Oh no, you must be freezing come stand inside while I go get your payment. Forty-two right?"

You wanted to protest, feeling uneasy in their entryway but the little girl tugged you by the delivery bags. So you stood there quietly while she ran back in forth so she could unload the delivery for you. Shinsou peered around the corner so you gave a small wave. Then it was just you and Eri once again. In the background you could hear Yamada asking his husband where the wallet went.

"I like your shirt," You smiled, trying to fill the silence.

"I wanted a Pegasus shirt but this was the only one my daddy could find."

"Well I think unicorns are pretty cool too."

You use to babysit for some of the families in town, no part of you could imagine doing that all the way out here.

The blonde rejoined you, giving you another lush payment. You heard the little girl whine about you leaving so quickly until her father appeased her by saying you'd be back.

Something about that rubbed you the wrong way; but you were back like clockwork the next week with their usual delivery. Once again you were brought inside while they went to get your payment. But on your fourth and what should have been your final delivery of the winter break you noticed something was off when you parked. Their truck was missing from its usual spot. Strange but they probably just moved it somewhere else on the property. You had become accustom Eri running to answer the door and telling you wait for her parents in the entrance of the house. You became suspicious after she had run back and forth to take the food to the kitchen.

"Eri, where are your parents? Or Shinsou?"

The little girl's response was nonchalant, "They had to go out, one of our cattle got out. But they gave me the money."

You stuffed the money into your jacket; payment was the issue here. In the back of your mind you though about how you never saw any cattle on your deliveries. A child her age shouldn’t be left alone.

"Oh, well, can I hang out with you while we wait for them to come back?"

The little girl lit up as she pulled you to the living room. There was a kid's movie playing on the TV and she had a coloring book out. Eri divide up her crayons and tore out a page for you to join her. You kept looking to the window, waiting for the truck to pull up.

Suddenly there was banging at the door, which elicited a cry from Eri. You reached into your pocket only finding the crumpled bills. Shit, your stomach dropped. You left your phone in your car. After all, this was just supposed to be a quick delivery. The noise stopped, only for a moment, before resuming.

"Eri, sweetie," You whispered to the stunned little girl. "Do your parents have a phone here?"

She shook her head.

A man’s voice tore through the door, "Let me in dammit, you have to let me in before they come back."

You held your finger to your lip, and Eri nodded, repeating the gesture. The living room light was on and you realized that if he came to the side of the house you'd be seen through the window, but turning out the light would draw attention. Maybe he was bluffing, maybe he didn't know if anyone was inside and turning off the light would signal your presence. You pointed to the kitchen, where the lights were off and the two of you tip toed to the safety of darkness.

"Eri, honey, can you go sit in the pantry for me and be really, really quiet? I'll be right out here and don't come out until I come to get you okay?"

She looked hesitant and tearful but you were surprised at her level of composure for a kid. Finally she complied. Once the pantry door was closed you began rummaging through the drawers, looking for something that could inflict the most damage. A meat tenderizer could work. The banging continued and you swore you hear wood beginning to splinter. Your grip tightened with every bang. Finally the door gave way and a man stumbled through the splintered wood. He stopped when he saw you holding the cleaver.

He was dirty, without shoes or a shirt and his skin was red from the cold.

You hoped your voice wouldn’t crack, "You need to leave-"

"Monsters, monsters," he blabbed. "They're gonna come back and we gotta go."

You decided to bluff, "Get out of here, I already called the cops."

"Good, good, good," He mumbled, “but we still gotta go. NOW."

There was one step forward from him, one step back from you.

"If you come near me, I'll make sure you don't get up," You warned. At the very least you had to keep him away from Eri. Even if that was all you could do.

There was a desperate look in his eyes; they darted from you to the keys hooked to your jeans, then back to the keys. Finally he smiled, "You have a car, man that's perfect. Listen I won't hurt you but we need to get in your damn car, now."

Sounds like something someone who wants to hurt me would say, you thought. Apparently you took too long to respond, the man lunged toward you and you tried to swing the meat tenderizer. The tool connected with his shoulder and he howled out in pain but still managed to wrestle you to the ground. The two of you struggled with each other and the man was yelling that you'd die if you didn't listen to him. You landed a weak hit to his jaw, splitting his lip. You even tried biting at him but he was persistent and struggling to get your keys. You were telling him he could have them that he just needed to let you go but he wasn't listening to you. Managing to grab his ear you had a flashback to the self-defense seminar you had to take in college, it should be easy to rip a human ear. So you pulled. Blood began to flow from the wound down his face and on to you. He got you off him before you got the whole ear by delivering a blow to your stomach. The air rushed from your body, is this what it means to get the wind knocked out of you?

There was a loud noise and fog lights flooded through the broken door. Then saw Shinsou and Aizawa pulling the man off you. You pushed yourself and back, clutching at your stomach. Your cheeks were wet. Were you crying or was that blood on your face? Probably both.

The trio wrangled the man outside where you heard more struggling, fighting, and groaning.

Eri. You managed your way to the kitchen but realized you were covered in blood. Not wanting to traumatize the little girl any further you spoke through the door.

"Eri, can you stay there a little bit longer?"

"Can't I come out? I heard my daddies," She cried, tugging at your heartstrings.

"Not yet, okay? They're here and everything's okay, I'm gonna have them come get you okay?"

Thankfully, the door didn't open. As you shuffled toward the front door Mr. Yamada entered, wiping specks of blood off him.

You were shocked when he pulled you into a hug, "You're okay. Sho and Shinsou got everything under control. Where is Eri?"

You told him about her hiding spot and he sighed in relief and rushed to her.

The other two returned with bloodied knuckles that made your stomach churn.

"Yamada," The mountain man called, with his eyes scanning the home.

"Don't worry, Sho, I got Eri. She's fine. Our delivery girl is okay, she's got some bumps and bruises but she made the other guy look worse."

Aizawa ushered you to the couch, expecting your legs to give out at any moment.

"We need to call the police," You finally spoke.

Aizawa assured you he did. They were 45 minutes out but they'd work on getting here faster. Yamada brewed you a cup of tea, “for while we wait.” They finally calmed Eri down and Shinsou took her upstairs to get ready for bed. It felt weird for them to return to mundane evening routines so quickly after all that chaos, but maybe you were just the odd one out. Close to an hour later you were still waiting for the police to show up. Your tea was finished long ago and your nerves had calmed. You were even having trouble keeping your eyes open.

"You think they're almost here, babe" The blonde wondered, draping a throw blanket around your shoulders. "I'm sure she wants to this day to be over with."

---

It was still dark when you woke up. The blonde was fast asleep on the recliner next to you. The police must have come by now but there was no way you slept through the visit. Anxiety from earlier made it’s way back in to your chest. The clock read 4am; had they even called the police. All of the childhood rumors you heard came flooding back and you exited the house as quietly as you could, not realizing your keys were no longer with you.

When you made it outside you noticed dried blood on the ground, trailing toward what you assumed was their barn or storage shed. You were entranced. Looking back to the house, no one was awake; there was no movement, no light, just quiet. You shouldn’t follow the bloody trail, you shouldn't go near the shed; but your body moved on it's own accord and before you realized it you were at the doors. You gave a tug, expecting it to be locked, but the door swung open and inside you noticed the lock lay on the ground.

You should have turned around, got in your car, and drove away. Instead you stepped inside and found the bloody, broken body of the man who attacked you. There was a slight sway to the corpse that was hanging from a reinforced pillar. Nearly screaming your hand shot to cover your mouth.

You should've left.

Aizawa was watching you from the kitchen, cursing Hizashi for leaving the shed unlocked. His hand hovered over the secured cabinet drawer that stored a pistol. He wouldn't shoot you only scare you a bit. But you weren't running out in a panic. He didn't even hear you scream. Interesting. He went to join you, moving like any predator concealing it presence and leaving the gun safe untouched.

You should've left.

You finally came to your sense and whirled around only to run into your late night admirer. A terrified squeak escaped you as you jumped further into the confined space.

"Mr Aizawa! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have - I'm sorry."

He didn't look angry, although you wished he did. It would be better than the unsettling smile on his face.

"That's alright, I was heading out here anyway," He closed the door behind him and flicked on a dim light that lit up the room with shadows. "Can't leave it hanging for too long."

Your throat tightened, he stood between you and the only exit. If he noticed your terror there was no indication that he cared. He turned his back to you momentarily, rummaging through the clutter on the workbench. Now was the best chance you may get and you made a dash for the door. It was a futile attempt and part of you knew it but your nerves were ablaze with adrenaline and you were running on instinct not reason. There was a foreign tightness around your throat that kept you fighting to inhale. Struggling to breathe you didn’t even register the sharp pinch of a needle piercing your deltoid.

Aizawa pressed his nose to your hair, "Behave. Even if you get out of here, your tire has a flat, pesky nails tend to find their way on to the roads out here. A real shame."

He dragged you over to a chair across from the lifeless body cuffing both your wrists to the armrests. Stupid, stupid, he was grabbing out cuffs and I ran straight into him, you scolded yourself. You went to open your mouth and beg to be let go, but you were silenced.

"Keep it down or I'll have to find a way to keep you quiet."

Your heart was beating so hard it hurt. Once a friend said it was possible to die by fright, if that was true you wouldn't last much longer. Now that you were safely out of the way, Aizawa could make quick work dismembering the carcass. He donned his usual rubber apron and pulled back his hair. With his experience he could finish the job in less than two hours. Now was as good a time as ever for you to learn.

With a sigh he began his explanation and craft:

"Cannibalism has been around as long as we've existed: sacrificially, ceremonially, culturally, especially during times of plague, war, and famine. You can find documented accounts from pretty much every part of the world. And there's no one reason. Our family keeps it simple. We eat meat, animals are meat, and humans are animals. In times of famine and other hardships, this was a reliable food source. Of course now, there's not much of a risk for severe famine to effect people like us but it's tradition. This is how it's been for our family for years. And not just those of us around these parts but our relatives everywhere. It's important to keep old trades alive."

He paused, now splattered with blood, to take note of your dry heaving.

"Please," You gasped. "I just want to go -"

With narrowed eyes he continued:

"It's important for you to listen to our family history. Typically we don't reap a harvest until three weeks after the winter solstice and 3 weeks before the summer solstice. Twice a year is enough to get us by. Zashi and I are impressed that you managed to wrangle him in. Poetic in a way, don’t ’cha think? Consuming the flesh of someone who tried to overpower you. First reap of the harvest. Nice that it's a family affair."

The room was spinning and you were fighting the sedative as hard as you could. There was no way any of this was real, maybe you were dreaming? Maybe you'd been knocked unconscious when that man rushed you. Or better yet, maybe you were asleep at home still. It was possible that this whole delivery fiasco was just a nightmare. Your stomach churned at the speech. There was sun peaking through the cracks in the wall by the time he finished separating the ... different sections. There was no more body, just pieces. You nodded off for a few minutes before being jolted awake by the door opening and letting in the bright morning light .

"Good morning, you two night owls," Hizashi beamed. Walking to his husband handing over a tall mug of coffee. He was completely unfazed by the scene he walked in on. In fact the only frown he made was when Aizawa said he put too much sweetener in the coffee. "Anyways, grumpy pants, I called your sister. She's on her way to pick up Eri and Shinsou for a few days. To give us some time to focus on our little muse. Speaking of, I should go get her some water. Oh, plus we need to fix our door."

---

After you refused to drink anything they tried to give you they left you alone in the shed. The handcuffs were too tight for you to slip through and in your struggle you managed to topple the chair over, hitting the floor with painful slap. It was hard to ignore the buzzing of the flies swarming the space where the body once hung. You closed your eyes, your mind wandering to your family and what they would think when they realized you were missing.

Outside you heard a car pull up and were tempted to scream for someone to help you. Maybe it was the police; maybe someone realized you didn't go home last night and found out where your last delivery was. Your captors came out to greet whoever it was and you were glad you didn't yell, they sounded friendly. They were coming toward the shed but you were too defeated to react.

"Sho," Hizashi gasped, "She fell."

The response was sharp and sarcastic, "I hadn't noticed." He yanked you up with ease and the world was no longer side ways but the jolt paired with the exhaustion and drugs left the world spinning.

The woman must've been the sister they mentioned earlier. She squealed with delight, "Oh isn't she the cutest, lemme get a good look."

She resembled neither of the men and gave off cool-soccer-mom vibes. With a gentle grip on your chin she bore into your eyes.

"Please,” You begged, “I just want go home."

The sister didn't waiver, "Don't worry sweet thing, these two are gonna take such good care of you. Just relax and let them help you."

Help? You don't need help from them. You needed to get out of this hell.

"Okay," She bounced toward the exit, "Bring out my niece and nephew, we're gonna have a fun weekend. And take care of your girl, she looks like a keeper."

Finally you screamed in frustration. Brief, loud, and full of anger but it deflated just as quickly when the two men shot you a menacing look. How could all three of them show no display of empathy? You were again convinced this was an alternate reality when both children peaked their heads in to wave goodbye before they peeled away from the home, leaving you alone with Hizashi and Aizawa.

---

There was a hatch toward the back of the room where the two disappeared until they came back with a third body. They were dragging a woman up like a ragdoll and acidic bile burned your throat. If you had to guess you would say she was late middle age. It felt like they were setting a stage, Hizashi pulled you closer to where they stood while Aizawa managed to tie the woman down to the stained table.

"Why are you doing this," you cried. But they ignored you.

"Did you know there are people who pay for certain oddities and they’re willing to spend big bucks to get what they want? We keep whatever makes sense to eat and sell the rest. Ideally nothing goes to waste.”

The next hour and forty-seven minutes were excruciating. There were several “items” – as they referred to her body parts – that they removed while she was still alive; but finally Aizawa made the perfect incision along her thigh and a pomegranate wave gushed out. There was no way she would suffer much longer with this amount of blood loss.

"Please just let her die," You begged the universe. "Please let it end."

For the first time since starting they stepped back from the body, leaving it on the table to come over to you. Aizawa knelt before you and his bloody hand brushed hair from your face; his thumb rested on your lip and you couldn't even physically respond. Hizashi was behind him, rubbing his partner's shoulders.

"You're going to kill me?”

Both men finally softened, coming down their endorphin high. There was something so satisfying about your question. Arousing, even. They made it clear that your life was up to them, which meant they had you where they needed you.

"Am I having a blonde moment? I don't recall saying we'd kill her."

Aizawa threw an incredulous look his way before addressing you, "We aren't going to kill you. We wouldn't've saved you from that terrible animal if that were the plan. We don't kill just anyone. We wanted to introduce you to our lifestyle and now’s the best chance. Eri’s wanted to keep you since day one, but if you can't behave that'll be an issue. Can you prove to us that you’re going to behave or do we have to get you down into the cellar?”

There was no other choice than to nod. Picking up a piece of the dissected woman Hizashi muttered something about starting dinner before telling his husband that you really need to get more rest. Aizawa agreed, and since it seemed like you were having trouble getting rest he decided to give you another little dose of medicine.

#slasher au #mha x reader #bnha yandere #mha yandere #yandere erasermic #yandere erasermic x reader #yandere x reader

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I just read your story, the one with Xiao and Albedo, its really good! I love it! Is it ok if you do the same thing but with Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe and Diluc version. I can see how excited these guys are since Kaeya first appeared is clapping his hand, the way Childe call Lumine 'Hey Girlie', Zhongli with how handsome he is especially his eyes and with Diluc how mysterious he is when he appeared out of nowhere

Feel free to do it if you're not busy or you can ignore this :3

reader impact || first meeting cont.

series masterlist characters: kaeya, diluc, childe genre: fluff summary: a game has been released entitled genshin impact, consisting of otherworldly abilities relying on the basic elements of nature. the game follows the story of an interdimensional traveling twin in search of their other half. along this journey, they meet different characters that live in this world. including you. notes: i’m glad you liked it! i’m having a lot of fun writing these so expect some more coming out :D i plan on doing more first meeting hcs and then branching off to other scenarios, so if there’s something specific, please request it! also, i’ve already done one for zhongli!

kaeya's playthrough -

he's more of a variety streamer, honestly.

most of his viewers watch him because of his carefree nature (as well as his looks).

obviously, he'd do a bunch of drinking streams whenever he could where he would just talk to his viewers about whatever came to mind.

during those streams, his viewers often try to ask him questions, which are only answered in vague statements.

his gaming streams are pretty rare compared to his chatting streams, but they're there nonetheless.

his viewers jump when they hear he's planning on playing genshin impact.

just neverending messages about a character they are convinced he will love.

he's so tempted to ask but decides not to, wanting to learn who this mystery character is on his own.

honestly, he was expecting you to appear way later in the story.

he's very interested in the looming threat of stormterror.

his character lands on the ground and he leans back to watch the cutscene play.

then he hears footsteps and sees his character look to someone offscreen.

this man practically LUNGES INTO HIS MONITOR WHEN THE CAMERA PANS UP TO YOU.

you walk in clapping at a calculated pace, which is when he leans forward and stares at your character model.

"i can't believe you have the power to stand up against that dragon... that said, are you a new ally... or a new storm?"

"oh, hun, i can be whatever you want me to be."

HE'S ALREADY FLIRTING WITH YOU PLEASE HIS CHAT IS IN HYSTERICS-

he knows his chat is freaking out, so he turns to the camera and sends his signature smirk.

"now i know why you guys wanted me to play this so bad."

"(name), kaeya, you've come at the right time. we must..."

"now now, don't forget to introduce us."

"oh... right. this is (name), our cavalry captain. these two are travelers from afar."

"ooh, they're a person in charge, too?"

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING TO HIS CHAT BUT THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU DO TO HIM.

he genuinely likes you. like genuinely. he's fallen deep and he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.

if your costume has that long v-neck like his does...

hOO BOY HE'S THANKING EVERY DEVELOPER OF THIS GAME.

anyway, he's heard that there are characters you can only obtain throguh wishes, so he's kind of nervous to find out if that's the case with you.

he just really wants you in his party so y'all can be mysterious together.

"let me show you how the knights of favonius conquer our adversaries!"

"oh, yes. please do."

his viewers can and will make compilations of him flirting with you.

ngl, he's looking forward to those.

sometimes, your voice gets all quiet and he melts when he hears that.

he will pay to have voicelines of you flirting with him--

when he enters your trial domain, he will purposely avoid completing it just in case he doesn't get to keep you.

he sees some of his viewers talking about how you're a bad character and that the other characters are so much better.

too bad, they're banned now.

no (name) slander in his chat, thank you very much.

he loves your quips whenever he uses your elemental skill.

he loves you even more if those quips are puns based on your element.

finally, he's nearing the end of your domain. when that happens, he will slowly turn towards the camera and stare.

"if they aren't a permanent member on my team, this'll be the last stream of genshin."

"let's continue our adventure, shall we?"

obtained (name): a thinker in the knights of favonius with a somewhat exotic appearance.

"okay, so we'll continue streaming genshin soon."

he'll put you in the first slot of his party, moving his traveler character to the second.

his streams will always include him flirting with you, even if you don't reply.

diluc's playthrough -

his streams are mainly bartending based, so he likes mixing drinks on stream for his viewers.

he doesn't drink them, though. he gives them out to his friends and family once the stream is over.

it's pretty rare for him to play games but he'll do an occasional gaming stream if his friends and family don't want any drinks.

his chat always makes fun of him because he's a bartender that doesn't like the taste of alcohol.

he's very blunt, so he's not afraid to drop a game immediately if he isn't interested.

in fact, that's almost what he did with genshin.

it's not like the game is bad or anything, diluc just didn't care for it because of all the hype his chat shared.

he keeps playing, though, because someone promised he would really enjoy a character that comes up in the prologue.

granted, it's over an hour or so but it doesn't matter--

when he gets to the domain teaching him how to use cryo, he hates every minute of it.

he hates the character he's given and just wants to leave.

the demo character is one he doesn't really care for, especially because he's the type of person he dislikes coming to the bars he works at.

his chat is laughing at him when they reach the end because the cutscene continues with the character he hates.

he feels a bit better when he learns the abyss mage is in the domain because he gets to see and hear something that isn't the cryo character.

then he meets you.

you run into the domain out of nowhere, quickly defeating the abyss mage and tossing it towards the corner.

"knights of favonius... always so inefficient."

his chat goes insane when your character appears, especially because of how dumbfounded diluc looks.

he's known for not really emoting and it's the same case for this scene. however, his chat knows he is in love with your character.

he takes a few minutes when he's kicked out of the domain but he clears his throat and looks over at the camera.

"i'll be streaming this game again soon when the others don't want any drinks."

YOU SINGLEHANDEDLY SAVED THIS GAME FROM BEING TOSSED AWAY WITHIN A MINUTE OF APPEARING

THE POWER YOU HOLD OVER THIS MAN AND HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME--

cut to after he's stolen the lyre and is sent to the tavern.

he's a bit excited because he gets to visit mondstadt's tavern but then--

"master (name), this is this week's accounts."

"they're back."

HE'S SO NONCHALANT BUT WE ALL KNOW HE'S FREAKING OUT

he gets second-hand embarrassment when venti talks to you asking for the... least conspicuous table.

he's kinda sad when your character is suspicious of him, but he understands.

when the knights leave the tavern, he really wants venti to just shut up.

please you're embarrassing the man.

when he hears how you feel about him joining the knights, he is so willing to quit--

man just wants you to be proud of him and trust him :((

he's relieved to hear that you will help him and you don't hate him.

please give him validation--

childe's playthrough -

man is still rich he can do whatever he wants.

his gaming streams would definitely be pvp based games. honestly, just any game where he can fight someone, he'll play.

his chat also has a few little games they like to play together like guessing what the hell this man does to have so much money--

also his siblings crash in on his streams sometimes :D

those are pretty much the only times you'll see him be soft and not so competitive.

teucer likes crashing his streams to show off his plushies :))

anyway, genshin time!

he definitely tried to fight paimon the first time he loaded the game.

please expect lots of genshin stream from this guy because he needs to make his team deal the highest damage he can get.

also his wallet doesn't even have a dent in it despite all of the money he's spent on characters and weapons.

please sir what do you do for all that money

ok so onto your first meeting

he was really excited when the exuvia fell during the rite of descension because he thought he would get to fight whoever killed the great archon of liyue.

he really wanted to fight the millelith but then his chat convinced him to dodge them first.

one of his viewers explains that there's a character they know he'll like and he was very... intriguied to say the least.

he moves forward in his chair once his character is heard by the millelith, prepared to fight the various soldiers surrounding him.

"hang on, sweetheart. i've got this."

this man will squeal when you flip over the stairs in front of his character.

he doesn't know who you are and what you do but he knows for a fact that you are his new favorite character.

you take down all of the guards in two seconds, leaving him (and his in-game character) dumbfounded.

"come with me."

"o-okay..."

he's smitten.

he absolutely loves the way your character fights even if he met you about... a minute ago.

his siblings definitely come into his room to check on him because he's so quiet.

once he realizes you're a part of the harbingers, he's even more obsessed.

he hates the options the game gives him when he needs to respond because 2/3 of them are insulting you.

anyway he really likes listening to your voice.

he will give anything to hear you call him sweetheart again.

his chat informs him that the traveler he chose changed the nickname you give him, which makes him very happy.

when you send him off to talk to the other adepti, he's kind of disappointed he doesn't get to hang out with you.

but when he gets back to you...

"welcome back, sweetheart. how was your trip to jueyun karst?"

HE'S SOFT ALL OVER AGAIN PLEASE KEEP CALLING HIM SWEETHEART!!!

when he learns you're rich just like him... he gets all pouty. his chat, of course, wants to know why.

"... i want to be able to spoil her."

PLEASE HE'S SO IN LOVE WITH YOU <3

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