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I think it’s funny when people claim a character is their favorite when they also actively refuse to engage with the source material the character came from and just get their information from fics and other fan related content. Like you don’t like the character you claim to like. What you like is the fanon oc committing identity fraud of a canon character. And the information you get regarding different plot points is just the regurgitated fanon version of those plot points which often are misinterpreted or made up events.
Like fandom is welcome to everyone and you’re going to get people that for some reason refuse to engage in the source material, but those same people have to understand that fans that do engage with the source material are not always going to like these kids of fans. How would you like it if you enjoyed painting, for example, so you sign up for a painting class and the people in your class are jumping rope instead and claim that that’s what painting actually is? Like can you find a way to paint using a jump rope? Sure, but it’s not the same as using actual painting techniques.
At the very least be honest with yourself. Acknowledge that your understanding is not the gospel, and don’t get offended when someone tells you that that’s not how your favorite character acts or that that plot point happened like xyz instead of like abc.
(Sorry for the rant lmao. Saw a tiktok bashing on comic purists and the comments were a shot to the stomach. “God forbid you find out something from ao3.” <- ao3 authors lie to you. Do not believe everything they write. “Getting all my lore from ao3/tiktok/tumblr/etc.” <- you’re getting fanon lore. Not the actual lore).
#deep breaths 😤#like i get starting out through ao3#or from some other online platform#i did that too#but i did not believe everything fandom told me#i found people that talked about fanon vs canon with proof#and then took baby steps in introducing myself to source material#fandom#fanon#canon#tiktok#ao3#comics#skys post
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you may even project all of these but some things get reused more than others... for me it's being aspec, giving the blorbos a cat, and headcanoning them as being good at singing lmao.
#you know I like a character when I want to turn on the sapphic girlification beam#if they don't start out as a girl they get turned into one before I'm through with them#andromedas poll hell#tumblr poll#poll#ao3
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Eloise🥹💓
#still figuring out how to use color!!!!!! and what better test subject than my angel#this is actually for chapter 1 of my fic#eloise in her muggle clothing#I just scrolled through Pinterest super fast looking at various Victorian clothes and then I was just like#🤷♀️ white dress grey skirt it is😆😆#I love switching up her clothes in different drawings though…sometimes poofy sleeve blouse & skirt…#sometimes full robes sometimes the super cute plaid jacket and skirt…#NEVER PANTS THOUGH😳😳😳 damn…can you imagine…Eloise showing off her LEGS😳😳😳#I think I’ll post chapter 1 here soon/update it on ao3🥰🥰#also I have a bajillion more paintings started so hopefully I get faster at this#as color choice and the different steps become more comfortable😇🙏#this isn’t perfect but overall I am happy!! and the next will hopefully be better#my plans are finish the Bea/leo cómic🥰🥰🥰🥰 and I also have a quidditch Sebastian painting#and a painting of Sebastian in herbology class…you know the one😇#ok that’s all my hashtags for today#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy oc#hogwarts legacy mc#eloise babbit#oh btw this is a redo of one of my first ever pictures I drew of her🥰🥰😳 u can find it somewhere on this disaster blog…..
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Larchpaw
She/her, 8 moons, cis molly
#Larchpaw#beetleclan#apprentice#clangen#warrior cats oc#kiri’s clangen#warrior#kiri's clangen#Wow i wonder who this mini Berrymurk is. Surely it’s not his one and only daughter#surely him and his daughter don’t have nearly identical sprites save for Larch having a slightly yellower tint and an apprentice pose#But to be so forreal the name Larch is actually really fitting becuase of that becuase larch trees are a conifer that isn’t an evergreen.#their needles turn yellow and fall off in the fall which fits because she’s just a little more yellow than her dad#I also made the pointy parts of her fur point down instead of up like the rest of her family just to show she doesn’t look all that much-#-like her grandma Gravelshock#She’s technically half-clan and her other parent is unknown so I like to think her other parent had droopier fur (though I have no one in-#-particular planned)#Anyways she’s sort of friends/rivals with Swallowpaw (who I’m planning on having as the starting POV for beetleclan) so expect to see and-#-read a lot of her whenever I get to the actual story part#I actually love Larch a lot she’s very cute I’m tempted to do her POV at least sometimes#but Idk#Also I’M FUCKING BACK!!!#can’t say how regular posts will be considering the computer I use to add the border afterwords is Wigging The Fuck Out Constantly and I-#-can barely use it but I’ve got one more cat queued after this at least so there’s that!#I can’t wait to get to the actual story I’m gonna do it in fic form with some illustrations scattered throughout instead of a comic (unless#-I feel like a specific moons needs a comic)#and I think I’ll put in on my AO3 which’ll be fun so yeah. I’m excited to finally get through all these designs hopefully over this summer#and I’m done with hs now so I can continue working on it during this next year because I don’t plan on doing college immediately!! So yeah-#-I’ve got a lot of time on my hands now and I’m excited to get back to Projects!!#I’m thinking of doing commissions on my main too (including warriors/clangen designs) so look out for that if you’re interested
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help me i've gotten so deep into the steddie rabbit hole i haven't gotten this stuck on something since destiel
this really isn't good for my health
THESE ARE THE FICS THAT I SUBSCRIBED TO / LIKED READING (I'VE BASICALLY READ 1/5 WORTH OF STEDDIE FICS COMPARED TO DESTIEL FICS - I GOT INTO DESTIEL 4 YRS AGO, I ONLY STARTED READING STEDDIE FICS SOME TIME LAST MONTH WTF)
tbf, i have taken breaks from destiel to read other fandoms/fics so, ig the timing works out? if you think about it?
#steddie#destiel#fics#ao3#also if anyone comes across this post i can rec you some of my absolute favs#these stats for my fics don't even include the ones i finished but didn't enjoy all that much#or the ones i abandoned halfway through even though it was like 100k words#i really dont care if i've spent hours reading it#i literally just leave if i get slightly annoyed by the writing#i'm not kidding#it's a problem#but also not really?#i'm just complaining for the sake of it#also i never got into stranger things fics for some reason even though i watched all of the show#idk why#i think it's bc i watched the show w/ my dad? so i felt weird to read fics about it?#like i considered it a family show for some reason#and for some reason reading fics for that was off limits??#idk#i also i'm getting scared that i won't ever be interested in my other fandoms again bc of how much i am invested in steddie stuff#this was exactly like destiel though#i just gotta get it out of my system#i have no idea why i'm so scared of losing interest in my other fandoms#also if anyone is wondering where these stats are coming from i made a spreadsheet of all the works i like#it's basically a replica of my subscriptions list because when i started ao3 i acted like the subscribe button functioned like bookmarks an#now i cant go back#so instead of transferring everything i just took the time to make a spreadsheet and basically code the functions myself#which arguably took more time to do than if i transferred everything#i would share the list but i'm sort of embarrassed of the stuff that's on there#if anyone is curious i have 676 fics stored on it
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How tf do fanfic authors type through their tears?
#stumbled upon a fanfic i read like 3 years ago and thought 'i left a kudus but its not bookmarked...hmm' and then read it to figure out why#bruh....the saddest most gut wrenching most losing sleep most screamful most chest pain most headache most FREAKING NUMBING SHIT I EVER READ#NO WONDER MY HEAD ERASED IT FROM MEMORY WTF 😭#(johnlock fic where watson dies and Sherlock takes care of him)#i was SIICKKK!! i was tossing. turning and then started to cry through my sleep#i slept 4 hours and woke up again crying cause i remembered what happened.#fanfic#ao3#archive of our own#writers#couldn't even leave my mandatory comment cause i wanted to just get off the fic at the end...and cause my tears got on the screen#author#readers#johnlock#sherlock#watson
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Featured Fic Friday!
Welcome to Featured Fic Friday! A day where I, or someone who suggests one, tell you about a fanfic that I really enjoy! Spoiler's under the cut! Today's featured fic is...
The One Where Sans Tells It Like It Is. (Or: The One Where Sans Is Number One Dunckle) by marauding_bagel (General Audiences, Complete)
When Toriel asked him to attend the meeting in her place for one night he thought it wouldn't be a big deal. Turns out Sans could not have been more wrong.
A bit of a short fic, there's a surprising lack of fics with this concept! Even still, I like the way the author exectues the idea! I loved reading comics similar to this fic when I was younger, so this threw me back a bit!
I enjoy the way the author writes the characters, & how they have them interact with each other!
Spoilers ahead!
I really like how the author includes some of the reactions from the unamed parents also at the meeting, having mentions of nods of agreement & cheering when Sans insults Helen's brownies!
#for once i actually picked this fic out yesterday#but then i proceeded to get distracted by several things#such as going through the entire utmvarchive blog from the beginning#mostly because i was interested in seeing if they had covered underlust yet#since i don't know much about it & wanna know more#but then i decided to go through all the posts starting with the very first one#this fandom is so amazing y'all#was no one going to tell me that seraphim sans is that interesting/cool#i've made it to horrortale at the time of writing this#boy is it such a difference from when i first encountered it#i used to be...well...horrified#well no actually it was more like terrified but still#i saw an opportunity & i took it#so that's why this is being written at a little after midnight the day of#coming back to edit this specifically because i read a bit further in the horrortale comic#yeah actually it's still terrifying#i'm pretty sure it's the eyes that are getting to me funnily enough#so i am putting on a playlist called bad bitch that reminds me of underlust sans & keeping my lights on#this is why i can't play horror games#fic rec#fic recommendation#ao3 fic recs#utmv#classic sans#sans undertale#pta sans#how is that not a tag#featured fic#mod sleepy
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hai!!!!
i know you've already confirmed doing minor what ifs, but have you ever planned or thought of doing a longer one for a happy ending?
(im sorry for asking but these two make me mentally ill in the best way posible. )
The what ifs will be pretty well sized so hopefully they'll scratch the itch for y'all. My goal with the ending is also to make it kind of optimistic to empower other folks who want to write fanfic to give it a shot and make their own content too. I just love the idea of being able to make a positive impact with this story and to embolden others to let their own creativity run free. Plus I'd be cheering if there was a list of "works inspired by" that could sit at the end of the story when it's finished. That way the story (that a lot of people seem to really dig) can live on in everyone's interpretations of it!
#I'm happy just to put my own interpretation out there and im extra happy that ppl like it#but in the ever growing world of Billford i want my interpretation to be just one of many#im so excited to see everyone make their own nuanced take on the pairing#and while i can see ppl are enjoying the fic its never meant to be any authority on how folks look at the pairing#its just one lens through which it gets examined#i am super keen to read other billford fics when this fic is done too#as i have abstained from reading other fics since someone got it into their head to accuse me of plagiarism#i know how serious plagiarism is and i debunked the claims it was probably just a younger author being possessive of the characters#and jealous of the attention being drawn away from their story when my fic was starting up#but the whole accusation really jarred me so i haven't read any other billford while writing my fic#i am so excited to get to pour through the other stories in the tag when this fic is done#you have no idea how exciting the prospect is#and since the what ifs will all be contained within my fics universe i should be fine to start reading fics once kmky finishes#i am so keen to see what other people have written so best believe I'll be asking for fic recs haha#but if other people write stuff inspired by the fic i will be there cheering you on!!#kind of a long ramble in the tags but im just so excited about the prospect of ppl writing their own stuff#this is blanket permission for anyone whos read the fic and wanted to write something for it btw#and pls link it on ao3 if you do so i can show it to everyone!!
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question for the fanfic readers (and writers) who are out here working full time jobs:
how/when do you make time to read/write fanfics?
my tendency to read fanfics late at night will not be such a good idea when i’m out of school and working in the real world, when i can’t just say fuck it and show up with only a few hours of sleep.
#sincerely someone who will be working an internship where i’ll be starting at 7:30 every morning#which means i’ll be waking up around 6 every day#and therefore cannot stay up until midnight reading fanfics like i’ve been doing a lot#but i still need my silly little fanfics to get through the day#and i would like the reassurance that that is still possible even when working full time#and like realistically i know i can carve out time in my day to read fanfics but like nighttime is me time#and therefore fanfic time. which is a bad habit to have really#my sleep schedule is so fucked up#oh and also while taking care of household stuff like cleaning/cooking/laundry. forgot to mention that bit#i’m also worried that if i start reading a fanfic in the morning i just won’t get anything done that day bcuz i’ll want to just read said#fanfic…that has happened before. multiple times. so it’s a valid concern#fanfics#ao3#archive of our own#fanfic#fanfiction#fandom#reinanova rambles
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i cant believe ive played world of warcraft for 20 years
#i should write all my warcraft oc lore into fanfics or something#let tarwas and larevasha live forever on AO3.com#i have a druid (larevasha) nelf and demon hunter (tarwas) nelf and they were gfs before the sundering#then they got separated in the chaos of the legion attacks and sundering itself and both thought the other was dead#before all that tho they were both druid trainees and larevasha was good at it but tarwas was total ass at being a druid#(tarwas was never able to shapeshift)#after the sundering larevasha fully dedicated herself to druidism and got really powerful#but she spent so much time in shapeshifted forms that she has lost a few marbles over time#she gives a bit of a Radagast the Brown vibe#while tarwas said fuck this to druidism and instead chose vengeance#still thinking about wtf she wouldve been upto between the sundering and illidan starting the illidari#but im pretty sure this is where her rocky training montage goes and she gains proficiency with martial weapons and gets angrier and angrier#then she jumps at the chance to become illidari and becomes the slayer (dh leader) while larevasha becomes archdruid#then they both meet at the pep talk circle khadgar gives before the tomb of sargeras raid#but they don't recognize eachother at first because it's been 10 thousand years and they thought the other was dead and theyve changed#they only realize partway thru the raid (i imagine the raid more like a darkest dungeon run where they take short camp breaks to rest)#they both freak the fuck out#queue drama during the raid and final couple boss fights#after the raid and in between all their duties leading their factions they try to make time to catch up#it gets worse before it gets better though and there is not much free time in between saving azeroth and invading what's left of argus#there is a short respite after legion before bfa though and they do a lot of catching up there#then sylvanis fucking burns down teldrassil and tarwas and larevasha and the rest of the nelves loose their collective shit#*sylvanas#all through bfa they remain close and start getting a little flirty again (keep in mind it's been 10k years)#they both go into shadowlands fully intending on supporting tyrande 100% btw#in shadowlands however the slow burn starts cranking up the heat and by the end of shadowlands they're gfs again#then in the few years of no world ending threats between shadowlands and dragonflight they basically get married#(i do still need to look into nelf culture around that but the gist is theyre partners forever)#dragonflight would mostly consist of them holding hands while beating the shit out of the primalists#and i havent played the war within yet but i imagine itll be similar
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What OTP True actually does: shows fics that have ONLY that relationship tag. What OTP True would do in my perfect world: automatically filter out every fic that has any of the attached character tags for the OTP showing up in ANOTHER relationship tag.
#when I say OTP I fuckin' mean it#and almost 10% of the stuff for this fandom that are tagged with my OTP#ALSO INCLUDE MY NOTP#which involves ONE OF THE PARTIES IN THE OTP IN QUESTION#which yes I can fix by going through and filtering aggressively#and yes I have bookmarked an aggressively-filtered version of my pairing tag#but sometimes#a bitch would like to be able to use the landing page followed tags to check out what's new and shiny#without going 'CHRIST no WHY IS THAT EVEN SHOWING UP FOR ME--' four times before I get the filters back to an acceptable level#in conclusion today is not the day I start screaming and biting people in the fandom square#and I would like sympathy and gentle headpats in recognition of the self-control required to achieve that#ao3
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alhaitham/cyno [2.5k]
quick lil warm up for the other fics i gotta finish this weekend (ok this spiralled out of control a little but it's fine it's cruisy LMAO) --- as a general rule, things i write for tumblr on any of my blogs stay here and don't get transferred elsewhere but this is long enough that i will Possibly put it on ao3 later... possibly
edit: ao3 link
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The Liyue night sky isn’t the overwhelming expanse found in the desert, where the stars are so distinct that they’ve been used for navigation for as long as stories have been told, but the moonlight plays over Cyno’s skin all the same, so Alhaitham will take it.
He watches as Cyno looks over the land. The General Mahamatra is always a pleasure to watch in action, moving with lethal grace and pulling his punches with precision every time.
Once, a week or two after Dehya returned from Fontaine with a samurai who had recited poetry that made Lumine smile and handed her a bag of gifts for mutual friends that was roughly the size of Paimon, the three of them had ended up in the desert. Lumine had offered to join them, but Cyno had sent her on her way with gentle hands and a request to stop by Gandharva Ville to let Collei know he might be a little late for their TCG training session, but he wouldn’t miss it.
He had said it with such steady conviction that Alhaitham felt it, bone-deep. But he hadn’t been able to look away from Cyno’s hands.
That particular trip had ended in Dehya cussing out a group of Eremite-breakaways while she used the hilt of her claymore to knock one out before flinging it to the side to sock someone else in the stomach, Alhaitham translating the runic carvings as fast as he could while flicking dendro shards towards the stray attack that got past Cyno, and Cyno whirling his staff around with such deft precision that Alhaitham wished he could turn around and study him instead.
Everyone survived the ordeal, of course; Dehya said she doesn’t believe in punishing thickheadedness with death, or else the two of them would have ended up at the other end of her weapon that first fateful day in Aaru Village, and Alhaitham had done his part in unlocking the key to spit all of them from the tomb.
And Cyno, well --
It doesn’t need clarification, Alhaitham thinks. The oath of the General Mahamatra is writ in stone and hasn’t changed since its genesis, but Alhaitham doubts anyone has held to it as intently as Cyno. It’s not a slight against his predecessors; it’s just that Cyno’s dedication to justice and his oath is second to none.
The Akademiya looks at the General Mahamatra and sees a punisher, but in truth, he’s always been a protector.
None shall come to harm under his watch.
So -- the General Mahamatra is always a privilege to observe, with his unparalleled tenacity and exacting movements.
But here, tonight, beneath the full force of the Liyue night sky, Alhaitham does not observe the General Mahamatra, but Cyno.
With a swallow, Alhaitham takes a step forward.
“Finally,” Cyno says. Alhaitham raises an eyebrow, but does not speak. It’s not really a surprise. It’s a rare beast indeed that manages to get the drop on the General Mahamatra (or Cyno, or the Wolf of Spantamad, or the Judicator of Secrets, or any of the thousands of things he’s been called over the years, as if to name a thing is to define it), and Alhaitham is nothing so unique. He is but a feeble scholar, after all.
“Your thoughts are so loud,” Cyno adds. Alhaitham looks down at him as he steps closer, closer, all the way until they stand side-by-side. There is a space between them that Alhaitham only knows how to define as the absence of touch; he’s so aware of Cyno’s presence, his skin prickling with Cyno’s errant warmth, that if he could not see the small distance between them, he wouldn’t believe it there at all.
“They only seem loud relative to the dearth found in others,” Alhaitham retorts. There’s a smile glimmering at the edges of Cyno’s lips before he rearranges it into a frown. Alhaitham maps the path of it in his brain.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Cyno says, and it feels like something else. Alhaitham doesn’t think about that, doesn’t think about anything at all except for the way Cyno’s hands look right now, resting on the railing of Wangshu Inn’s balcony, moonlight spilling over each ridge and groove.
“You weren’t surprised to see me,” Alhaitham points out, and Cyno shrugs.
“That’s not the same thing,” he says.
After a moment, Alhaitham nods, a slow thing. Like honey, or the way Lumine smiles when her eyes are sad, or Cyno’s breathing when it’s late at night and there’s nothing in the world except all the stars to guide them.
“What brings you to Liyue?” Alhaitham asks. He looks at Cyno, drinks him in unabashedly. It’s a recently-discovered benefit to interrogation: a free pass to look directly. Recently-discovered isn’t quite correct. Recently-valued, maybe. It’s not a new thing, after all; it’s just that Alhaitham has never cared about it before.
(Cyno’s gaze is always unflinching. Sometimes Alhaitham thinks about the way Cyno always looks at him, no matter the circumstances. Cyno does not hide behind excuses. Nor does Alhaitham, usually, but there are some honesties easier to swallow when clothed in rationale.
This feeling really is a vexing thing, Alhaitham thinks, to compel him to explain his behaviour, even just to himself. The lack of explanation provided for anything he does unless demanded has always been one of his most charming qualities, in his opinion.
(Okay, so Dehya had laughed in his face when he said as much to her in Lambad’s Tavern once, but he’s decided to ignore it. Peer review is an important part of scholarship, but unfortunately for him, he can count his options (read: people he respects) on one hand, and given that one is a god and another makes his chest ache unintentionally, he ends up with Dehya laughing at him a lot.))
“The pursuit of treasure,” Cyno says, tone completely serious, which --
Alhaitham blinks. What a completely unexp—
Oh. Scratch that. He does know what this is, courtesy of Dehya dragging him and Lumine out to drinks after the Traveller’s return from Mondstadt. Cyno had joined them later, having been in Gandharva Ville with Collei and Tighnari, but he’d been a popular topic of conversation prior to his arrival.
(Alhaitham is not above soaking up all information he can, and certainly not about subjects of interest—if Cyno was such a thing back when all he learned of him was through distant observation and the sages’ record of him, he is something all the more important now. Still, for the record, it wasn’t him who pressed for further details—that was all Dehya. Of course, Paimon was all too happy to oblige, immediately launching into an indignant recounting of a joke about ground nuts. Alhaitham was entirely innocent in the matter, thank you very much.)
He recalibrates. “Makes sense,” he says casually, nodding slowly. Cyno’s eyes flick up, scanning his face, and Alhaitham continues, “Just as I would expect from such a renowned adventurer.”
There’s a smile glimmering on Cyno’s lips, and that makes this whole thing worth it.
“And you?” Cyno the Adventurer asks, looking at Alhaitham like -- like he’s a memory in the process of being made, maybe. Something worth tracking the motion of, worth learning by heart. It makes Alhaitham’s cheeks heat up, just a little. “Are you an adventurer too, to have heard of others?”
“Me?” Alhaitham asks, tilting his head. “Oh, no, nothing so exciting. I am just a feeble scholar.”
Cyno’s expression does something complicated, goes somewhere between wry and -- something just shy of disappointment. It makes Alhaitham’s bones ache.
“I see,” Cyno says.
It’s not born out of rationality, what Alhaitham does next. One might even be forgiven for thinking it uncharacteristic, although they would be incorrect. That’s not their fault, though; Alhaitham suspects that most people in Teyvat would come to the same conclusion.
Increasingly, however, he thinks some of the citizens of Sumeru—mostly those who float around the Akademiya, like a handful of the matra and maybe two or three of the scholars who regularly haunt the (Acting) Grand Sage’s office with their endless paperwork, but also the various people who burrowed their way into his life (despite his best efforts) through camaraderie and a successful coup against the autocratic geniocracy that tried to make a new god—have started to notice these shifts in his behaviour. It’s not that he eschews rationality, exactly; it’s just --
Alhaitham looks at Cyno’s hands again. Recurring theme.
There’s something about Cyno that recalibrates Alhaitham’s worldview. That sounds more dramatic than it is, he thinks. It’s not like he’s changing, or that logic falls wayside; it’s just that if Cyno is in the room, Alhaitham is always aware of it, in a way that feels so much more present than his normal (already stellar) observational skills. It’s not just information he registers to sort and sift through. He wants to know. If Cyno is there, Alhaitham wants to know.
If Cyno is there, Alhaitham wants.
That’s the only reason he can think to provide for why he reaches out and captures Cyno’s hand, sweeping his thumb gently over the back of it. One, two, three.
Cyno sucks in a breath, but he doesn’t pull back, just trains that endless gaze on Alhaitham.
“Yes,” Alhaitham says. “I’ve been contemplating two areas of study in particular for my newest paper.”
“Oh?” Cyno asks. He sounds -- in all honesty, he sounds almost exactly the same as ever, but Alhaitham knows him well enough now to detect the glint of amusement in his voice, the way it wars with a touch of wariness. He thinks there’s affection too, or fondness, at the least, but he’s sent back enough documents for review to overzealous scholars to acknowledge that he’s not an objective enough observer to make draw such a conclusion.
Still, he hopes.
“Mm,” Alhaitham hums. “The usage of the Liyue nightscape for both guiding and illuminative purposes,” he says, eyes dropping back to Cyno’s hands. Years ago, Alhaitham read a book suggesting that the triangulation of stars in Liyue does not obey the same rules of equations as the night sky in Sumeru. The implications of such an argument were fascinating and thorny, the exact sort of thing he likes to muse upon, but right now, in this moment, Alhaitham finds his attention much more occupied with the way the moonlight plays over Cyno’s knuckles, spilling over each ridge and faded scar.
“That’s one,” Cyno says. His eyebrow is arched, but not as dramatically as Dehya’s would be, not like an accusation. It’s something softer. Alhaitham has the stray thought that playacting aside, he could quite easily spend his time studying the rhythms of Cyno, all his minute motions and barest tendencies. It’s perhaps the only similarity Alhaitham can find between himself and the former sages, although their motivations differ drastically.
“So it is,” Alhaitham says. He looks up from Cyno’s hands, lips tugging into something crooked. “Hands, then.”
“Hands,” Cyno repeats, and Alhaitham nods. The look Cyno gives him in response is incredulous. “Well,” Cyno says slowly, like that ajilenakh nut syrup Dunyarzad likes to drizzle on her breakfast, “as it would happen, I possess hands.”
He says it with such a straight face that Alhaitham almost snorts. Coughing lightly into his hand to disguise it, Alhaitham says, “So you do.” A moment later, he adds, “Ones currently illuminated by said nightscape.”
Cyno’s lips turn up at the edges, in that rare kind of smile that used to catch Alhaitham off guard. These days, he chases it.
“That’s two out of three,” Cyno says.
Alhaitham dips his head in agreement. “I’ve heard that a handful of the most experienced adventurers know how to navigate through the stars,” he says, looking directly at Cyno.
He’s looking back.
“Perhaps a renowned adventurer such as yourself…”
Cyno lets out a light huff of laughter. If Alhaitham wasn’t so attuned to his presence, he’d have missed it.
“And if I could?” Cyno asks, too casually.
Alhaitham tilts his head. He commits the sight to memory: Cyno, looking out over Bishui Plain, the night breeze rustling his hair, and moonlight spilling over his skin. He flicks his gaze away from Liyue’s landscape, back to Alhaitham’s face, and leaves it there. There’s a slight smile at his lips. Alhaitham’s heart aches, the way it does when you read something revelatory for the first time, and are immediately aware of the fact that it will never be new again. It’s not a bad thing; it’s just a pressing ache in your chest, the type that was always rare for Alhaitham, dotted only a few times throughout the timeline of his life.
These days, though, it is a recurring theme. Like being around Cyno, sometimes, is too big to hold.
“If you could…” Alhaitham says, drawing it out. He huffs a breath, a little wry. “I may be a mere scholar, but when my interest is piqued, I am quite resourceful, if I do say so myself.” A beat, then, “Once I start something, I always see it through.”
Sometimes that means exploring it to its limits, and then discovering it is not as intriguing as initially thought. In those cases, Alhaitham has no qualms about dropping it and moving on. That’s still seeing it through, in his opinion; he’s taken it to the extent to which it has value to him, and once that has been exhausted, he leaves it be.
There is not a single bone in his body that thinks Cyno will ever be that to him, not even for a moment.
Cyno’s breath hitches. He looks over Alhaitham intently, like he’s decoding all the things he did not say from the knot of his arms, the line of his wrist, the curve of his cheek. Who knows? Maybe he is. If anyone could, it would be him.
“You’re in luck, scholar,” Cyno says finally. He flashes a smile -- small and quick, but so warm and unexpected that Alhaitham’s neck feels hot. “I know how to follow the stars.” He turns his head back towards Bishui Plain, but Alhaitham can still see a glimpse of his profile. There’s something warm and easy in the set of his lips, almost teasing. “Does that pique your interest?”
Yes, Alhaitham wants to say, you always do.
In the back of his head, Dehya scoffs. You academic types have the worst foreplay, she grumbles. Can’t you just be in love like a normal person? ‘I am quite resourceful’ -- Kusanali save us, just ask him to dinner next time, I’m fucking begging.
Ignoring his unfortunately canny projection of her, Alhaitham dips his head again, resting his hand on the railing. They do not touch, but his fingers are close enough to Cyno’s that he can feel the warmth emanating.
“Yes,” he says simply. He exhales, a little teasing. “I do believe I will be seeing this through.”
In the back of his head, Dehya is groaning, banging her head against his skull, but Alhaitham can’t bring himself to care, not with how Cyno looks right now: eyes shining, smile glimmering at his lips, with the full force of the Liyue night sky shining behind him.
#haino#cytham#cyno#alhaitham#i started counting kazuha and lumine's mutual friends through various events and gave up after seven lmao#the pacing in this is probably as wild as most things i end up writing quickly for tumblr (or twt for that matter) tend to be#but i might put it on ao3 later Maybe i will figure it out later#i wrote this on tumblr so putting it in my wordcounter app made me like 😵💫#this was actually just a warm up to get me in the zone for this OTHER hainotham fic i'm writing lmao but... it spiralled...#it is 6am tho so i will decide abt putting it on ao3 later lol#mine
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my brain must be wired to spin a roulette wheel of what One Piece character to rotate around in there because today it was fucking X Drake of all people. like I am just putting the fact that he was also on minion island in a jar and shaking it.
Like. Hes gotta know right. Hes GOT to have seen a picture on Sengoku’s desk or some shit and been like “hold on is that the dude that robbed my dad?” He’s GOTTA have heard reports of a rising pirate captain with the op-op fruit and been like “HOLD ON IS THAT THE FRUIT THE FLEET ADMIRALS DEAD SON STOLE FROM MY DAD???”
Like!!! Surely he must!!!
#one piece#Normal people have one or two blorbos they stay dedicated to the whole time#I am not one of these people#and I know one piece’s ethos is generally very not-dwelling-on-the-past (unless its a protracted backstory flashback sequence)#So it’ll probably never come up#But I want it to!! I think it’d be cool and interesting and most importantly KINDA FUNNY#Like what a weird thing that guy was going through his own tragic backstory in the same fuckin zip code as Law the whole time#They were on the SAME ISLAND THEY COULDVE BUMPED INTO EACH OTHER ON THE WAY OUT#Literally that meme of an outsiders pov#Some dude robs your abusive family. Then his brother murders them all in his fucked up saw game ass ultimate technique.#And THEN you run into his old coworkers and his dad!!!#AND EVEN LATER you run into his son!!!#A couple people on ao3 recognize the untapped potential in this nonsense but in my opinion NOT NEARLY ENOUGH#x drake#what a guy#I didn’t even MENTION the fact that he’s also a dinosaur#I also didn’t mention that him 🤝 Koby 🤝running away from mean pirate crews to join the marines#Like that’s fun! I think they should get to hang out about that!#Start a club!
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Nothing like reading a fic on ao3 and suddenly getting heavy sadomasochist and impact play in almost all of the smut scenes even though the smut tags were only “dom/sub”, “soft dom [insert character]”, and “sub [insert character]” to make me appreciate how well tagged/warned shit on tumblr is
#like don’t get me ao3 is typically pretty good about tagging/warnings#and I pushed through it but I started only skimming the smut scenes bc it made me uncomfy despite otherwise being a well written fic#and I like double and triple checked multiple times that I hadn’t just missed the tags#and after I finished the fic I even double checked that I hadn’t just missed more detailed warnings in the notes#there was also another p major angst device that wasn’t tagged or warned about in it that really should have been#I commented telling the author I loved the fic but they should probably update the tags and/or include warnings#so hopefully they take that well and adjust accordingly#I’m honestly shocked that I didn’t see more comments pointing it out sooner??#but it may be that other people who were uncomfy with it had dropped the fic before getting far enough to bother commenting
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HELLO ALL. JUST LETTING YALL KNOW REAL QUICK THAT STAMPS IS GONNA UPDATE LATER THAN USUAL. I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE A HAND INJURY.
#is it a cyst? is it a bone? who knows!#but it hurts to use!#I will get it out I promise I just need more time#I have like a rant about this ok#you know that thing where its like#ao3 writers go through like the most wild shit and still manage to upload?#because that's me rn#like is it just some sort of thing with ao3 authors that the moment they start publishing bad stuff starts to happen#if so thats#kind of funny#but ow my hand#anyway ok#it will be out I PROMISE#BUT JUST NOT AT 12AM LIKE USUAL#STAMPS fanfiction#indigo speaks
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Immensely disappointed to find there are no wangxian podfics at 20+ hours. What am I supposed to do, record one mysel— *forcefully dragged away*
#i would but that sort of defeats the purpose which is me listening to fic i havent read before at work to keep myself alive despite it all#MASSIVE FUCKING SHOUTOUT TO PODFICCERS BTW I WOULD NOT SURVIVE WORK WITHOUT U#no i wont listen to an actual audiobook who do you think i am#i said that but ive started considering that this would be how i read warrior cats again for the first time in like 8 years lmao#anyway. ive reached the last 10 chapters of my one 50 chapter podfic so ive returned to ao3 to stockpile some more longer ones#i ran out of sv ones already so here's to hoping i get a massive haul out of mdzs#so far ive got more than i did for sb already so WE DOIN GOOD#jay yells#i didnt realize how quickly I'd get through this fic tho like goddamn#i think it's only been abt a month?? yikes#man. i really shouldve just made a second post for half these tags sjxkdk#but im not going to#woe. adhd brain be upon ye
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