#like if they aren't meant to be stop putting them in romantic lighting!!

[halloweenshenanigans]

hotel st. marc redraw (x)

[elrielffs]

I'm sorry, if you can't understand the difference between Elain's rescue and Gwyn's rescue, one being romance and one being a tragedy that's on you.

Let's look at Elain's rescue. In the book, what purpose does it serve? We learn nothing about Hybern. It doesn't move the plot forward. It doesn't have heartfelt scenes between Feyre and Elain. Even Briar who was also rescued had fuck all to do with the plot afterwards and wasn't mentioned.

It was entirely to serve to Azriel and Elain. The only reason Feyre went from a narrative stand point is so we as the readers could see it. From the moment Azriel muttered," I'm getting her back," to Elain kissing him on the cheek at the end, the entire scene was almost about THEIR reactions to the other. Elain didn't look at Feyre in a devouring way and say," You came for me." Feyre wasn't described as burning the whole world down to get Elain back. Feyre wasn't the one the carried Elain in her arms to safety--then still wouldn't let her go. It was all Azriel and Elain.

Now to Gwyn's. I shouldn't have to say this but any scene that has a traumatic sexual assault happening in it--is not romantic.

I can hear the antis now, "Well then, why was Gwyn retconned to be there? It's only so Azriel can save her!!!" Well...no. Gwyn was not put in a situation where her twin sister had her head cut off, was horrifically raped, all so she could meet Azriel. That's so fucking--like do I have to explain how wrong that sounds?

It feels wrong to even compare the two. Azriel stopped Gwyn's assault, covered her nakedness, then MOR carried Gwyn to the library. That was what the retcon was for. Gwyn to end up at the library, meet Nesta, and work thru her trauma via Valkyrie training.

As a side note: I recently saw a post where an anti described all these little interactions between Gwyn and Az---how Gwyn stares at Az or "the new ribbon" business. Gwyn stares at Azriel at first because he is the man that saw her at the worst moment in her life. It is stated in the BC, both and Azriel and Gwyn think about her rape when they see each other. He is a constant reminder of what happened to her and therefore is the metaphor for overcoming her trauma. That's how he is the ribbon--proving to Azriel that they can pass the qualifier is proving to Gwyn herself that she is more than her trauma, that she can beat it.

You can see how these aren't similar. Even in Azriel's POV, we don't get none of that rage at the thought of Gwyn's assault or even when she's in the BR that we saw when he goes to save Elain. Gwyn herself doesn't describe Azriel in a heroic or romantic light when recounting what happened. Mor carried Gwyn to the library, Azriel could not let Elain go. Azriel stayed with Elain in the garden throughout the years. Azriel never checked on Gwyn. Gwyn herself doesn't describe Azriel in a heroic or romantic light when recounting what happened.

The rescue of Gwyn was not meant to serve so they could meet, to be romance, as a Gwynriel moment for a jumping base for them to pursue a romantic relationship and to think so is frankly, kind of disgusting.

[lovelytsunoda]

careful daughter // marcus armstrong

summary: she's always been the careful daughter. when she slips up on a final exam, marcus knows jsut how to make everything better. or, where he fell in love with a careful man's once careless daughter.

warnings: talks of past regrets

pairing: marcus armstrong x female! reader

she knew she'd bottled it almost as soon as she'd handed in the paper

even though she'd looked it over, confused and frustrated, four separate times, she was one of the first to hand it in

the perfect student who looked like she was always on top of things, the smartest in the room

but she didn't feel like it as she walked towards the campus parking lot, a pit in her stomach as she waited for marcus

since she didn't need to be at the campus for long, he said he'd drop her off before the exam, and then take her out to dinner afterwards

and god did she need marcus cornelius armstrong right now.

she needed him to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be fine.

"princess, what's wrong?" marcus asks her, the air in his bmw heavy with the anxiety radiating off his girlfriend

"i fucked up, marcus. the most important exam of my college career, and i think i bottled it."

"oh, honey. i'm sorry." marcus frowns, taking her hand in his.

he doesn't know what to do

roles are usually reversed because he's the one bottling something (a.k.a his entire formula 2 season)

he takes her to a fifties themed diner, some place nice and quiet

not exactly romantic, but he hopes it might be able to cheer her up

they order burgers, fries and milkshakes, with a basket of onion rings to share

"i used to be an awful person, marcus. i allowed myself to be defined by one thing and i thought that other people didn't like me, so i pushed them away before they got the chance to really get to know me. i thought i was stopping myself from getting hurt, that i was the only person i needed. i wasted so much time being that person, and now that i'm not, i've spent so much time trying to figure out who i actually am. i have days where i regret every single decision that i have ever made. and what if i'm wasting more time now on a major that's not meant for me?"

and marcus is shocked, for the first time in his life, he's speechless

"baby, listen to me. you aren't that girl any more, and you don't have to be, either. it's just one test. i know first hand how much effort you have put into this course. and you are so fucking good at it, princess. you are going to be the best in your field. none of this has been a waste of time, yeah?"

there's a jukebox in the corner, and he knows just what to do

he gets up, puts a quarter in the record machine

and selects a dolly parton song that he knows is going to make y/n laugh

"tumble out of bed, and stumble into the kitchen, pour myself a cup of ambition"

he knows his singing and dancing routine is awful, all shrugged shoulders and foot-shuffling as his glasses slide down his nose

despite everything, she's laughing, her face lighting up as marcus invites her out onto the tile floor to dance with him to '9 to 5'

and how can she be upset around someone as lighthearted and full of love and life as marcus cornelius armstrong?

the song changes to an aerosmith ballad, for the jukebox is only equipped with the classics

and their food is practically forgotten as they sway together in the middle of the diner to 'i don't want to miss a thing'

and for once, she's not worried about her test, or her grades

she knows she's going to be okay in the end

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Hello, uh- if you don't mind- could you do something of Pavitr comforting a transmasc(he/him) person going through dysphoria? for example wearing baggy clothes more often, having hard times sleeping, general body dysmorphia, etc?

I would prefer romantic with fluff/angst but no smut please!!

and if possible,, could it maybe include some fluffy kisses and cuddles?

sorryyyy if not that's totally good it's just that he's a comfort character for me and I would really appreciate the comfort right now. if you do end up replying- thanks so much and I love your work!!

Handsome-est Of All

Trigger Warnings: Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysmorphia, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, dealing with transphobia, Negative Thoughts, pav being the sweetest bf, misuse of fairy tales dialogues mwahaha A/N: anon, may I just hug you for this ask? Because Ajsjdhjsk thank you for this one so much! <3 D/n = dead name Y/n = your name

Also read on AO3

They had called. Again. 

You had finally come out as your true self after so long, moving to a new residency to avoid bullying and abuse - the least thing you could do for yourself. It wasn't completely safe out there yet for trans people, but you managed. 

Yet somehow, they knew. 

You cursed yourself. Should've never picked up the damn call! But perhaps, you had hoped there was at least a teeny tiny bit that they changed, that maybe you can make them understand; what it meant to you, how it was.. different and freeing. How this lifted the weight you've been subconsciously carrying since ever. How it felt as if being let out of a coffin; you could finally breathe.

But they had to ruin that too. 

"Are you still not out of that phase, yet?" "C'mon, D/n, snap out of this." "Really? And what are you going to do about ..that?" "You still have it!" "We won't support you if you keep this up." "You just want attention." 

You've cut the call long ago but those words.. they keep swirling in your head. You know none of it is true but.. but.. 

You sigh. The body dysmorphia you tried so hard to fight was back. And even if you know who you are now, it didn't stop the hurt. Tears flowed on their own volition down your cheeks.

Everything you had been running and tried to run from caught up to you. And that feeling of being stuck in the wrong body. It was like being young again -feeling lesser than, feeling like your body was always missing something, feeling like you were someone else... and the stress it put on you to conform to something you aren't.

It's just a phase. 

You'll grow out of it. 

It's still there!

"Why does life have to be hell for me!? It's not my fault I was born this way!", you cry, clutching your knees to your chest as you weep. 

The oversized hoodie sags around you. Why am I never enough!? Why can't I just have a normal life!? Why am I WRONG!?

Add to that sleepless nights, eating disorders and hiding your wrong body under baggy clothes. You wanted to pass, but you couldn't risk binders due to medical conditions. Sometimes, it feels as if everything is against you, like it's closing in on you. Your hand begins to shake from the stress and you grit your teeth and take deep breaths to calm down. 

'It's not your fault. It's not your fault, Y/n', you reassure yourself. 

Sniffing, you move to the bathroom to wash you face. Bad choice. You forgot about the mirror inside and when you saw your reflection in it, the nightmare returned. The same reason you've avoided taking pictures. All too stupidly feminine, not masculine enough how much ever you try, stupid boobs, stupid voice, stupid wrong body. You turn yourself around: fat in the wrong places, too big, too short, too lean, too wrong.

It's still there.

You wish to stop the voices in your head, it hurts, but you can't. It feels like spiraling into a wormhole and it's mentally draining. Depression pulls you into the void and any thought you had of eating has been gone. You quickly splash water on your face and get out of the bathroom, back to your bed. 

Curled up into a ball, you sigh, letting the tears flow freely. If only I can be right for once..

_____

Pavitr swings home buying take out for his favorite roommate and boyfriend- You. It was your favorite street food, and nevermind if it was past midnight now because you'd always be up for this one dish. 

But also because Pav was concerned you weren't eating properly. He had observed your eating habits change for the past couple days but he didn't show he knew it, not wanting you to hide from him too. 

You knew of his secret identity so it's not a surprise when he sticks to your closed window in full spider-hero attire, knocking to be let in. 

_______

"Hey, lover boy, let me in!"

You startle, not expecting him so soon. He usually comes back in the early morning after a whole night of patrolling the city.

Quickly wiping your eyes and making sure it isn't obvious, you pull down your baggy hoodie to cover your body. Finally, you open the window, hoping nothing seemed suspicious. 

"You okay, Y/n?", he asks even before he steps in. "Were you crying?" 

He knew you were when you didn't respond with the usual Three Little Piggies dialogue. 

"No -no, just.. wasn't expecting you so early. All good?" 

You didn't want him to know they got to you. And perhaps, you feared that they may be right and Pavitr will agree too, despite knowing he doesn't. 

"They called again?" 

Your silence is all the answer he needs to come and sit beside you. "Wanna talk about it, babe?" 

You shake your head and he goes quiet, pulling you into a hug, patting a soothing hand down your back as tears fill your eyes. Somehow it feels better with Pav just being there. 

Life was so much tolerable with him being there for you. 

"Why do only bad things happen to me!?", you sob, clutching his shoulder tightly like a lifeline. You fear if you let go, it might all be a dream and you'll wake up in your cold bed back there, stuck in the same body you've tried to get out of. "Why am I never enough?" 

Why must I always be a disappointment!? Why can I never be right!?

Pavitr simply cradles you in his embrace, kissing away your tears and whispering words of reassurance. He holds your hand and brings it to his chest as you rest your head on his shoulders, the steady thump of heartbeat beneath your palm calming you down. 

You choke out a sigh, tears slowing down. Why is it so hard to have a normal life?

"C'mere, big boy." 

You lean your head back to look up at him and Pavitr responds by kissing the edge of your lips sweetly. “I want you to always remember that I’m here for you. I care about you and I’ll support you no matter what, okay? Forget about those assholes." 

You were unable to respond verbally with the sadness overwhelming you, negativity corrupting your thoughts. And Pavitr knew exactly the doubt plaguing your mind. 

"You are a man, and no one can change that." 

For some reason you are still unable to accept it, shaking your head as you push yourself further into the crook of his neck, quietly feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he kisses the top of your head. His musk cologne is relaxing and finally, you're in control of your emotions but you still can't look up. 

"I look too feminine", you mumble, fidgeting with the sleeve of your blue hoodie, trying to pull it down and sag your body so your chest isn't too obvious.

Blue was a color that makes you feel better, feel more masculine and comfortable in times like these. 

"You're always a man to me, babe. Plus, you just don't vibe female, my handsome Prince." 

The words are magic and they instantly make you feel better. And coming from Pavitr Prabhakar means a lot to you. 

A stray tear escapes your eye, but this is one of joy. Pavitr surges forward, peppering your face in kisses making you laugh. 

"Aww, I didn't know you were such a sappy guy!" , you tease but he just grins in reply. It's contagious, making you grin too. You cup his face and lean in for a kiss. "And you're my Knight in Shining Spider armour." 

It's the first time you guys have kissed like that -deep and full of emotion- and he's quite mesmerized, eyes closed even after you pull away. Sure, you've kissed before but this, for some reason is absolutely magical. 

Your stomach chooses just then to rumble embarrassingly loud. And sure enough, Pavitr had bought your appetite back too. 

Your eyes only then find the street food he's bought for you, the smell wafting to your nose teasingly. Your taste buds get excited, on the verge of salivating. Pavitr encourages you to take it and you eat your fill happily, feeding some to your superhot superhero bf. 

"You just became Boyfriend of The Year, Pav." 

He keeps looking at you in awe, sub-consciously touching his lips. 

"What?", you chuckle, smiling at the silly lovestruck face he's wearing. 

His thumb reaches oh-so-gently to collect the gravy on the edge of your lips, making you all warm and tingly on the inside. Your heart pumps faster as he wipes it off, lingering a bit. This was much more intimate than anything you've ever done and oh, God, his eyes are sparkling in the moonlight -you wanna kiss him so bad. 

"My Handsome Prince, handsome-est of them all." 

__________________

Pav: *gets hit in the face with a pillow* ow, babe You: that is for ruining a romantic moment I've googled a lot and tried to understand.. feedback and concrits are welcome! Pls do lmk if anything is wrong/offensive or needs to be tagged/warned. Hope you enjoyed it! <3

[not-krys]

Everything's Okay Now [Lucifer x Miri Drabble]

Was playing around with the sprinto bot in the server earlier and did some drabbling with Lucifer and Miri. Since it's still his bday in some timezones (not mine, that passed over an hour ago), figured I'd post what I have to celebrate in the last hours before I got to sleep.

Raw, incomplete writing, this might be a little messier than usual since this was spur of the moment and written with a timer, essentially. Takes inspiration from the end of OG Season 2 and has references to Lucifer's PTSD.

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Not again… not again… he couldn't lose her… he couldn't lose her… not again!

He laid beside her, listening to those gentle breaths that eased his heart. The covers were pulled up to her chin thanks to him while his hand lingered on her shoulder. Her eyes were red-rimmed and she sniffled occasionally in her sleep, but she was thankfully still alive. Both of them were, thanks to Simeon's intervention. Seeing the angel's gloved hands encircling Miri's, quietly whispering in her ear, he barely had a moment to tell him off before celestial light enveloped her, making him squint. Miri had stilled, her voice quieted, her trembling stopped. She had stopped moving all together, dropping like a stone. He and Simeon had caught her before she hit the floor, but she wasn't breathing, making his heart stop.

Not again… not again… he couldn't lose her… he couldn't lose her… not again!

He focused on her again, on her breathing, the rise and fall of her chest. Normal… it was normal… she wasn't… she wasn't…

Her screams had hit him hard, more than the pact had. He still had soreness in his knees from the impact of the floor and the force she tried to put on him, but it was nothing compared to how she had screamed at him, watching the glow of their pact over her heart. He was ready to die to save this human, but she had refused him, refusing to kill him. She couldn't, she had told him multiple times.

Lucifer sighed, pressing his hand against her cheek, dry now of tears but the streaks still remained. He had caused those tears. He caused her to scream for mercy from the universe. She was the reason he was still here because she refused to kill the one she loved.

He rubbed his thumb, clearing up some of her tear tracks, then kissed her forehead.

"You're still here, aren't you?" he asked quietly, receiving no answer.

His hand then trailed down, his fingers lingering over Miri's heart, where his pact mark laid.

"We're still here. Together. You're still alive… I'm alive… you're still alive…"

The quiet of room was deafening as Lucifer's thoughts swirled.

"You're still here…"

She was still warm under his fingertips, her heart beating its steady rhythm. Lucifer sighed again, breathing out to calm himself.

Miri breathed in and snuggled further under the covers. Lucifer smiled, the one reserved just for her.

"You're okay now… we both are." He said quietly, putting his hand against her back and rubbing over the blankets.

She snuggled into him this time, her hand pulling at his clothes. His old ring, the Ring of Light, sparkled in the low light.

"It had to be that finger…"

He had heard of the human legend of how the second to last finger on a human's left hand was thought to contain a line that ran directly to their heart, thus the popularity of rings of engagement on that particular finger because of the romantic nature of the notion. And their pact mark was over her heart, so having his old ring on her there meant that he had a direct line to her heart, but he thought the idea was silly.

Silly, yes, but he couldn't deny the pride in him swelling up. His old ring would protect the realms once again and it would protect her now as well. Not to mention the added bonus of any human immediately knowing she was taken by seeing this ring made him smirk. Taken by him, that she was his.

He pulled her closer, pressing his nose into her hair, breathing in her light scent. She smelled like a human, of course, and of her bedsheets that warmed her. She also smelled of him, slightly. She was surrounded by him, so it made sense she would carry his scent. It was a comfort to him as well, his scent mixing with hers. She was safe in his arms, the events of hours ago like a nightmare long since faded. She was safe…. she was safe….

Lucifer closed his eyes, taking in her presence. Miri was safe… Miri was alive… Her heart still beats, she's still breathing, she was still warm… They were safe inside her room. It was quiet all around them, peacefully so. No scent of brimstone and burning… no singed flesh or blood surrounding him. It was just him and Miri, resting in her room after… after…

He made a mental list of all the people he needed to punish once he was awake in the morning. Solomon for upsetting Miri and keeping secrets. Diavolo and Barbatos for not being outright with the truth and nearly killing both of them because of their silence. Simeon… Simeon too. His brothers were probably plotting something, so they'll probably need some punishing once he wakes up again.

Miri… Miri will be on bedrest for as long as she needs. After everything she's been through recently, she needs her rest.

[keiachi-chan]

Do you have OCs? If so, what are they like?

BOY DO I!

Actually it's funny! My username is the name of one of my ocs(Keiachi) and my pfp is a DIFFERENT oc (Pyra) bfnsnfms

Anyways Instead of Elaborating on that, I will talk about Sakusei & his Minor gods

So, here is Sakusei, he's a Major God! He usually has wings but I can't draw those very well. He's gray because his parents are Gray. His sister, Abyss, is also Gray but with stars.

I realize I go on for a WHILE here. If you are allergic to words I understand. Mwah.

So Abyss is his big sister, and his parents were like. "Oh we accidentally made another one what do we do" "Iunno put him in the river" "Okay"

And so he floated for like. Years. And currently has an affinity for water because of how much time he spent there !! He ended up in a mostly empty universe, except for a patio in the middle of a giant flower field!

These flowers had like. Instructions in em. Basically like when you interact with something in a video game and it pulls up a text box? That, it did that.

The text boxes in question explained to Sakusei that he's the God of Creation, which can be used for good, evil, and everything in between! Unfortunately to a brand new god who doesn't understand anything outside of basic knowledge, Good is boring, and Evil is more fun.

So, Sakusei is an absolute menace, basically playing the Sims Irl, creating things to destroy them, making intentionally unstable biomes to watch them collapse, just fucking up everything??

Eventually, he finds out he can just. Traverse. To other universes when he gets bored, and starts messing with OTHER gods, which gets him promptly Scruffed and Lectured by Dreveria, the God of Innovation.

I would include a drawing of him but the limit is 10 and I wanna show off the other Minor Gods.

So, Dreveria has a kinda job which is to monitor certain Gods who seem like they could be a threat, which doesn't happen often but when it does, it's good to have measures to take, yk? Anyways, so yeah he's with Sakusei, basically restraining him like

"Hm. This guy's not actually evil, we don't actually need him to be eradicated, uhh. Maybe I can help him???"

And so he does! Dreveria's not a good teacher per se, but he can like. Teach people not to kill things. And helps Sakusei with the whole "Lacks a moral compass" thing. So, Dreveria eventually looks at the notes Sakusei has and goes "Oh wow these explain NOTHING, read mine instead." And it's a large book. Which Sakusei hates. But he does admit that he learned from it! And so he's like "Oh, so this makes me an awful person. Let me, like, stop."

And starts working on the actual universe. And once the kinda "base" is lined out, Dreveria and Sakusei talk like

"Hey wanna make a kid"

"Fucking what?"

"Like a Minor God?"

"Oh you meant-"

So Dreveria helps Sakusei make some Minor gods!

Each minor god has an assigned Animal, element, and subdomain. Major gods have an assigned Trait, but whether they have animals or Subdomains is random. For instance, Sakusei is the Bunny god of Creation!

Zymira is the first and the oldest Minor God. The Draconic Goddess of Heat and Art. Most people call her the Goddess of Fire, which she doesn't MIND per se, but she'll roll her eyes if you're confused that she made your whole town a winter wonderland to help combat a heatwave.

Currently, she lives with Opal, a Minor God from another universe, who she has three kids with. Jamie, Jacob and Jaiden. They for some reason gave all their kids J names, which is likely why Jamie hates them. (She does not hate them, she's just having a rebellious phase.)

Here's Zymira, Opal, Jacob, Jamie and Jaiden. (Zymira & Opal drawn by @thissideup-box this time)

It's like a Nuclear family but. The parents. Aren't Romantically involved.

ANYWAYS The next God they made was Kanamaki. The god of Light and Dark. She was a bit unstable though, and split into two, Dani and Yami. Both of which are men. I cannot explain this. Sakusei figured that the Domain was too much for one Minor God to handle, and kept this in mind for later. So, Dani is the Deer God of Light and Construction, while Yami was the Snake God of Darkness. He didn't get a Subdomain, because Sakusei kinda looked over the fact that Dani was the only one to retain Kanamaki's.

Dani is about 16 feet tall, but frequently shapeshifts into a young girl to lure criminals away from the current Gods of Life, who are actual teenagers. It's like if Jesus was Chris Hansen.

Here he is!

Yami was a fucking menace, to the point where Sakusei would "reboot" him on occasion.

-Reset: when a God Dies/Is killed and reincarnates

-Reboot: When a God's energy disperses and reforms into the same God. Usually, this ends bad crises, but is painful for the Minor God. Yami, however, cannot feel pain, and so Sakusei is a bit more. Generous. With curb stomping him-

Yami would destroy cities, planets during tantrums, and generally just harass (and eat) people. Sakusei reversed everything when he was done EVERY time which kinda. Increased his anger. Because it was like nothing he did mattered unless Sakusei liked it. So that was a mental crisis for actually Billions of years.

Uhh. Eventually that gets fixed. Because Yami doesn't Reset, he actually develops a conscience with help from Quartz. Then he severs his ties to godhood and decides to live as a mortal. With like a husband and his daughter. (Another Major god, Sakusei's bestie and @thissideup-box 's character. I don't have their lore aside from they were chilling, Sakusei showed up and they changed each other's lives, but like. Not necessarily for the better.)

Btw, fun fact: Yami is actually entirely female, but uses he/him pronouns because what the hell are you gonna do about it?

I actually don't have a picture of Yami! I've DRAWN him, but it's not currently in my gallery, and in the latest image I have of him, he is. Dead. Anyways-

So, next comes the Cat Gods of Life. Life is SUCH a big domain that Sakusei made two Gods for it. They didn't want subdomains. Both of them wanted to be called Lilith, so he just. Named them Lilith(Fem) and Lillithe(Masc). Without the parentheses. He usually called them Lily and Lithe. For simplicity.

Uh so anyways they died-

On accident, mostly. They were kinda bored of being Gods, and instead of asking Sakusei they just decided to try something. Their intent was to sever their ties to immortality and Godhood, but Zymira interfered because they appeared to be resetting which. Um. She didn't want her siblings to die and actually ended up being partially responsible for their deaths because of it!

Whoops.

Anyways, The next Minor God is the Eel Goddess of Water and Skill, Selkie. Her nickname is based on the Folktale creatures, which is odd as she's an Eel and not a Seal, but her actual name is Sandeiva. She lives in the ocean and keeps it clean with the help of Dani, who made like. Basically a plastic magnet. It draws in plastic which Selkie then eviscerates. Just sends it into nonexistence.

Anyways, here she is.

She wears a mask like Sakusei because she wants to be like her papa. She gives blessings very freely, all you have to do is find her and she'll give you a new skill. Sometimes, she'll even let you choose what! She lives underwater, though, so.

Last but not least(that's Yami), the last Minor God to be created, technically, was Razurai. The Dog God of Energy and Performance. He's a singer and magician, and he lives in the sky. He zaps around for funsies and does his absolute best to cheer people up. Sometimes, he throws parties! He has Dani set it up, and has the current Gods of Life provide ingredients. Most of the Gods normally wouldn't be that close, but Razurai reunites everyone about three times a year.

Once, Razurai had a depressive episode, so he didn't throw any of his parties for like, a year.

Zymira and Selkie had the others set something up for him, instead. :]

Here's Razurai! His ears and tail blend with his attire a little too much.

So, Lilith, Lillithe and Yami are no longer Gods, making way for three new ones.

First, the current Cat Gods of Life, Phoenix and Pyra! These two are both 16, having been created at the same time. They DO have Subdomains, which change their titles entirely.

So, Pyra is the Cat Goddess of Fate. (Life+Death)

Phoenix is the Cat God of Willpower! (Life+Strength)

They fucking hate each other. Because they remind the other of themselves. And they fucking hate themselves.

"At least they're consistent?" -Sakusei

Phoenix and Pyra are actual literal children, so they don't do any Godly Responsibilities. Zymira handles all of it. She loves paperwork (Did you know that Gods can be autistic?)

They uh. Stream on Twitch. They have very popular accounts, because they are cute kids and good at playing Videos Game. In their free time they harass space pirates (Some more characters by @thissideup-box ofc) and also bother Sakusei, who loves them dearly.

They looked like small kids for a while, but now they look more their age. (I have to update my pfp eventually.)

Here they are! I have a Comic for Phoenix & Zymira, alongside just a standalone image for Pyra. They're. Weirdos.

Phoenix's actual name is Zvxeren, and Pyra's is Zerxymvera. They're stupid to pronounce so they just go by the Normal names.

And finally, the current God of Darkness, Aeyovae. He's like, BRAND new. The Fox God of Darkness and Music. He fucking hates Yami and everything the Previous God has done! He found out the snake bitch is still alive and cried. He's been trying to undo some of the traumatizing effects Yami had on people, and also trying to help his own image because well. Nobody is too excited for a new God of Darkness. Obviously.

He speaks very. Enunciated. Iunno how to get that across. He doesn't yell but like. If I wrote for him it would be all caps.

"GREETINGS. I AM AEYOVAE. WHAT A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU."

And again it's not yelling but it's LOUD.

Anyways ! Here is Aeyovae he's a cutie.

Uhhh That's all but I can answer questions I am excited

[lullaebies]

Have you ever written an AU where Aegon II survives longer after the dance, or do you consider writing one? (Obviously it's fine if you aren't interested, I hope you don't feel uncomfortable by me asking)

I think the idea is interesting because he would have had to remarry and start a "new" family to have more heirs... like his father did.

Aegon is Viserys's mirror. Both became king because most of Westeros supports male primogeniture, both outlived their dragons, both are broken physically, both only had one female surviving child from their first marriage to their relative who they married very young

As heartbreaking as it is to say this, I think if Aegon had remarried like his father did, he would have treated the children from his second marriage the same way Viserys treated him & his siblings because he's just like his father and Helaena was his Aemma

Obviously he'd name whatever future eldest living son he had heir but in all other ways Jaehaera would have been his Rhaenyra

...and the emotional neglect would all be the same. The shadows of Jaehaerys & Maelor would have hung over those kids the way Baelon hung over his.

Jaehaera definitely wouldn't have grown up to be another Rhaenyra because natural difference in personality + different traumatic childhood experiences + not being raised "thee heir" but I can see their father's treating them the same. Never the most important until their mothers and brothers are dead and suddenly their everything because they're all Aegon & Viserys had left from "the good part of their lives".

The cycle of abuse/neglect in this family is tragic, and everything we know about Aegon, both from his personality and experiences, tells me he wouldn't have been able to break it.

To start with the question - first of all don't worry it's not uncomfortable at all! but I haven't, and I would probably not write it myself as in the long run it wouldn't really cater to me as a writer (as I ship helaegon pretty exclusively with one another and while I love, love the angst, an AU like that would require much care put into it that I don't have the time or will to provide). That being said, you put it in SUCH a fantastic way, and I think we have the same mind, because yep, lmao. I am obsessed with Aegon II and Viserys parallelism, tbh, the tragedy of it is so raw. I have gone on record talking about drunk-on-poppy-milk Aegon thinking he's going to see Helaena when people tell him about him going to meet his (new) wife. The level of guilt he could have from knowing that this all stemmed from his taking of the crown (or maybe, it was always meant to be, considering the circumstances with TB - but either way, he doomed his sister-wife and his kids just by being him and that is SUCH a blow). Everything you put down on, I agree with 100%. Whether you see Helaegon as romantic or platonic or whatnot, the days he was married to Helaena and had his kids with her was the era of his life that was quiet and he was more free. And now he's traumatized to think of all the loss he has suffered, not as able-bodied by any means, and suffering long term guilt. You can just see him on his dying breathes thinking he's seeing Helaena in the light - and perhaps everyone else he has failed, too. Aegon II and Viserys I parallelism always, always FUCKS. The generational trauma will never stop hurting those who weren't well-adjusted enough to bear it in the first place. Amazing angst take anon, I love.

[sweet-nothing26]

This past month i lost two of my closest friends which i have considered to be so close to my heart and for the first time in my life, i have truly understood the heartbreak that comes from ending a relationship with another human being whether it's platonic or romantic. As taylor swift has emphasized before, friendship breakups can be just as intense as romantic ones and it was until this month that i truly understood what she meant.

My friends or shall i say ex friends, challenged me amid a silly misunderstanding to bring out something that i bring into our friendship since they have to endure the looks of judgements and the outcast treatment for their association with me. An atheist, someone who doesn't believe in the abrahamic god (how dare she), someone who doesn't have a religion to guide them in this life, someone who lacks a moral compass, as they claim. In 2024 i made a pact with myself to STOP over explaining my stance. This includes but not limited to, my morals, my values, my beliefs or lack thereof, my identity, my whims, dreams...etc especially to someone who will never ever open their mind to accept a perspective or pov other the one their communities feed them regularly. Trying to humanize myself in a society that will forever paint atheists and non believers in a bad light since its beginning is a mistake and a waste of time, energy and my mental sanity.

For me, i thought friendship was about accepting the beautiful and ugly parts of your friends and seeing their imperfections as little quirks that just makes them who they are. I was wrong. I think this was a lesson for me to continue being a loner and never establish any deep relationship with muslims knowing they will drop you the moment they know who you truly are.

This is one of the many many beautiful things islam took away from me. The ability to make friends and connect with people. Because no matter what i do, i'm seen as a bad person who you shouldn't associate yourself with if you're a believer. I could lead you to the path of sin and disobedience. A path where you hypothetically question the absurdities that your community has fed u. A path where reason is put before faith.

Some people might say that i should stop victimizing myself and being a victim in every scenario since life is unfair for everyone and i should just stop bitching and moaning non stop. But aren't I a victim in a society where i know there are a hundred thousand people who would want me dead? Aren't I a victim in a society where the law prosecutes blasphemers for using our ''god'' given right to speak freely about the things that hurt us? Aren't I a victim for being named an abomination, a disgrace, a heathen? Aren't i a victim for facing hate crime? Aren't I a victim as a liberal ex muslim woman in a conservative islamic state?

Honestly, i rest my case. I no longer resist the loneliness the atheist path has brought me, not that it's my fault. But befriending muslims is a waste of time regardless of how open or liberal they say they are. Conservative societies are about maintaining status no matter how miserable everyone within these societies is. They shall all paint themselves as obedient straight godly people and can never stray away from that image. Any minor inconveniences that they commit can break that illusion even the ones that don't involve them at all like associating themselves with the supposed heathens. That association in itself takes away that fake status quo and ''god'' knows they can't live with that.

[lumpiya]

Blood Runs Thick | Non-canon Kaeya Scenario

chasm affects kaeya, reader pov, angst story, probably no romantic relationships (depending on how i want this to play out), character deaths but thats later

warnings: none this chapter

Dragonspine is the most dangerous it's ever been. Never thought it could be so dangerous. Although the reason its so is not the mountain itself... but the person who's abode is on it.

The wind howling and the trees rustling as the sky got darker. The mountain in front of all of the Knights of Favonius becoming darker and darker as well.

Whimpers and prayers being heard from the fellow knights beside me. They don't want to do this. No one does. You would be a mad man to think that anyone wants this.

My jaw clenches and takes a difficult breath, tears starting to fill my eyes.

A nudge at my side, breaking me out of my thoughts of dread. The Acting Grand Master flashing a smile to me. The smile was hard to understand, hard to figure out what it actually meant. It had the look of reassurance? Maybe fear? No one could tell. But that look itself told me that I wasn't the only one suffering.

I bite the inside of my cheek and look back in front of me, on the verge of breaking down. I don't want to do this... not to him

At the bottom of the mountain many fatui members come running out. The fatui? Why are they running? I ready my sword and my fellow vision wielders do the same. I see Diluc who is at my right walk forward.

"Diluc wait!" Jean calls out to him. He stops and looks over his shoulder. "They aren't our target. Save your energy."

"My energy won't be drained by amateurs," he says walking forward again. The fatui getting closer and closer. He spins his claymore at the ready to strike.

They run past him.

All of us shocked and watch as they pay no mind to us and run pass.

"They look like they're... in fear..." Eula says.

I swallow, getting a bad feeling from all of this. The fatui agents? Scared of the abyss? How strong are they? What did he do?

I tighten my grip on my sword and walk besides Diluc.

"What did he do...?" he mumbles watching as the fatui cower in fear.

"I have no idea..." I mumble back.

The mountain's fog becomes thicker and darker by the second. Diluc and I watch in awe how fast the fog is changing. We both take a step back as it starts getting larger. Bigger, and bigger, and bigger.

Diluc and I turn around and run back to the knights. "Get back!!" We scream out, waving our arms. The knights scream and run back but the captains stay put.

"Get close to me!" Jean calls out. I look over my shoulder and the fog getting closer. I look at Diluc and we tuck and roll next to Jean. She puts her sword up and turns the blade, emitting a gush of anemo around us, clearing out the fog, almost like a ward.

"Are you guys okay!?" Barbara asks with worry, kneeling down at me and Diluc, checking if we're hurt.

"We're fine... Thank you," I reply to her, giving her a small smile and she gives one back.

I get up and see the fog gone. "What...?" I whisper.

"What is going on?!" Amber exclaims.

"Heads up!" Lisa calls. Feint noises come from the mountain, where the fog still lays. "Here they come."

Diluc and I get our weapons ready once more. Jean turns around and see the knights running back towards us. "What is going on grand master?" one of them ask.

"All of us have no idea. But get ready... they're coming."

The knights get back into position.

The noises of the abyss mages and churls start getting clear and louder. Where the fog dispersed, a couple churls and mages come out at a time.

We take them out with ease but they keep coming. More each time. Soon enough tens and tens come at a time, it getting harder to keep up.

I swipe my sword taking out every enemy. Dodging and jumping, using my vision.

The waves of hilichurls slow down but 2 glowing lights shine through the purple fog. Almost like tiny little fairy lights that are floating in the air, or the way angler fish use the light as bait.

The lights start come into view, seeing what shape they came in. Stars. Perfect diamonds. One higher than the other.

"What is that...?" Eula asks, slowly walking up to my side.

All of us captains stare in awe as the hilichurls scream and squeal. The 2 lights move forward slowly but surely, finally revealing the 3 men who we were trying to stop.

The look on his face. That intimidating smile, his sword glowing a deep dark purple, and his eye... his eye. I can finally see it.

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"No it certainly does not." I say laughing and walking up the stairs of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters.

"I can promise you it does." My best friend says, walking beside me.

"So you're saying, if I climb up the Anemo Archon's statue, go to the hands, it'll give me eternal luck?" I send a little wave towards Porthos and Athos. They smile and salute to me and Kaeya.

"Yes!" The blue haired man replies to me.

"And how would you know this?"

"Why must you ask so many questions?" his voice dropping low, as it usually does when he's trying to be slick. He kindly opens the door and gestures to let me in first.

"I want to know if you climbed the Anemo Archon's statue." I say smirking at him.

"And what would you do if I did? Huh?"

"Well I bet you Victoria from the Cathedral would love to hear that news."

"How do you know she wasn't the one who told me?" He says smirking back.

My eyes widen at him. Victoria?? The sister who's willing to give her life and soul to the Anemo Archon? She would never want to climb something so precious to the City of Freedom.

"You're such a liar." I giggle and climb up the stairs to get to the captains offices.

"Am not."

I walk to the door of my office and unlock it. Kaeya follows shortly behind. I sit down at my desk and look at the files that were placed on my desk.

Kaeya walks around the room, making himself at home. Touching all the books on the shelves.

I open a file and see a document titled, "Hilichurls sighting in the Chasm." I look at the paper confused, taking it out of the folder.

Kaeya looks over at me, seeing the confusion on my face. "What's going on now? No more dandelion wine for the Habor?" He walks over to my desk.

"No..." I say, concentrating on the letter.

Dear the Captains of Mondstadt,

I hope this letter finds you well, despite the concern the subject may bring up. I'm writing to let you all know that Hilichurls have been coming from the direction of your city nonstop for a couple of days. I don't know if you have noticed but the Hilichurls aren't attacking anyone, they're just walking. I've sent some soldiers to follow them carefully. They've reported that they have been heading to the mouth of the Chasm. The chasm has been closed for a while. Something might be going down in the mines. I don't expect any of you to do anything because of it since none of it is in your hands. But I wanted to ask if you all could be on standby for Liyue citizen evacuation. To be extra cautious, we want to have a protocol in case something massive happens. Please send a letter back if you have any concerns or questions; or you can always visit us. Thank you.

- The Liyue Qixing

Hilichurls? Heading towards the Chasm? Not attacking? Nothing is making sense at all...

"The mines of Liyue..." Kaeya quietly whispers from behind me. "What do you think is going on?"

"I have no clue..." I say putting down the paper and looking through the file some more.

I find a letter that says "To the Economics Captain of the Knights of Favonius" It looks like Keqing's handwriting. Keqing is the person I go to when I have questions or concerns about the delivery of different Mondstadt and Liyue specialties. I've gotten close to her these past couple years.

Hello Y/n. Hopefully you have gotten the letter written by Ningguang about the whole Hilichurls heading to the Chasm situation. You don't have to worry about the supply count in case we have an emergency evacuation. I have everything covered. I sent this in case you had questions about that. I figured you would because you're always so concerned about the well being of everyone around you. But again, I have everything covered. Don't stress about it.

Keqing

"Thank the archons for Keqing." I sigh out in relief.

I hear Kaeya laugh from behind me. "Let me guess. Your main concern about this entire thing was supplies for Mondstadt and Liyue's people."

I roll my eyes and smile a little. "I mean yes. I am the Economics and Supplies Captain. I need to make sure we have enough things for everyone. Beds, food, herbs, all of that. I'm the person who coordinates that kind of stuff. If I failed to do that, what do you think Varka would do??"

"Well for one, Varka isn't here. And for two, you have other captains to help you, you know?"

I slouch in my desk chair. "I guess." I drop my voice quiet.

Kaeya laughs at me. "So. The hilichurls..."

"Yeah I have no idea." I say sitting back up and running through the files, to see if there's anything else from Liyue. Everything else that was in the file was things actually involving economics. "There's something going on in the Chasm... I wonder what's going on down there."

"Me too, and so does everyone of Liyue." Another voice enters the conversation.

Me and Kaeya look over at the door and see the Acting Grand Master walking into the room.

"Jean!" I say, slightly annoyed because she scared me.

She laughs, "Didn't mean to scare you."

She makes her way over to the door and greets Kaeya with a nod. "I needed to see you. Knew you'd be here in Y/n's office."

I watch Kaeya shift a bit. "You know me Acting Grand Master." he laughs. "So, what's up."

"Just some things I need coordinated for the possible evacuation of Liyue. I didn't want Y/n doing it since she already had a lot on her plate. Since you have nothing to do..." Jean explains. I snicker at him, knowing that Grand Master Varka took all the Calvary on the expedition he's on.

Kaeya looks down, glaring at me a little. "Well, as you said, I'm all free." He walks to the other side of the desk. Jean guides him out of my office while explaining to him what he needs to do. They both give me a little wave as they walk out.

Well... there's a lot going on right now. But it's nothing I can't handle. And as Kaeya said, I have others here to help me. I don't have to take all of this alone.

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The long and draining day was finally over. I had to send suppliers to the borders of Liyue, and Fontaine back and forth. We got a lot of goods and we sent them. A usual day of being the economics captain.

I head towards the Angel's Share, where me and Kaeya usually meet after a long days work. I open the wooden doors and see Sister Rosaria sitting down at the counter, drink already in hand. Diluc, on the other side of the counter pour a glass of bright red liquid into a cup.

"Captain Y/n" Diluc greets me as I walk in.

"Master Diluc." I greet back. I take a seat next to Rosaria, who looks at me and sends me a small nod. I smile back at her.

Our usually group here after a usual Mondstadt day.

"Where's the goon?" Rosaria asks me.

I laugh at the nickname, "I don't know actually. Jean sent him out on a job that would usually go to me but I had loads to do today."

"How hard is your job exactly? Would be rough on a Calvary Captain who has no Calvary?" Diluc asks, sliding the drink on the counter as someone grabs it.

I laugh at his question. "Well, I don't know how much I'm able to say. But lets just say it was different than the usual."

"What do you mean?" Rosaria buts in.

"Again, I don't know if I'm able to say. But I'm pretty sure Kaeya had to run back and forth a whole bunch."

I hear Diluc cough while rubbing a light brown towel around a glass, drying it from the excess water. 

Behind me and Rosaria we here the Angel Share doors open. I turn around, expecting to see Kaeya but I see the small bard that performs here once and a while.

"Why hello citizens of Mondstadt!" He cheerfully greets everyone in the tavern. I hear Rosaria sigh next me. I smirk at her, knowing how much she hates the loud noise in the tavern, especially this late at night.

"Venti, why are you here?" Diluc sternly asks.

"Oh-ho-ho Master Diluc already being feisty!" He walks up to the counter next to me. "My usual please."

Diluc rolls his eyes and grabs a cup. "So, where is the other one who always joins you?" Venti asks.

"He isn't here yet." Rosaria speaks up. I turn to her, surprised. She actually spoke up to him! Every time he comes in here she's so quiet. One time she left without telling anyone and I didn't even know she left. She didn't speak that entire time when Venti was on the stage spitting his rhythms and rhymes.

"I wonder what the Grand Master had him doing today that would make him so late to his favorite time of day?" Venti asks cheerfully as always.

I chuckle a little bit imagine Kaeya doing my job. My job is quite a lot if I do say so myself. Compared to a Captain who has no Calvary to captain, it's a bit much.

"Hey Master Diluc, can I get a sparking berry juice please?" I say politely.

"Coming right up," he says with his usual monotone voice.

Rosaria and I converse a little, about our usual daily routines. Rosaria quiet, but always listens to my stories. We sip our drinks here and there as we listen and ask questions.

I hear the door to the Angel's Share open, I turn around a see a familiar tall blue haired man with an eye patch on his right eye. He looked absolutely exhausted. I couldn't help but laugh at the unusual site.

"Oh my!" Venti says, seeing Kaeya's overworked face.

Kaeya lazily walks over to the counter and takes a seat next to me. I laugh at him. "Is my job really that hard?"

He sighs and looks at Diluc, almost sending him a telepathy command to get him a Death in the Afternoon. "You have to do that every day?" he looks at me with a slight frown.

I smile and laugh a bit more. "That depends, what did Jean have you do?"

"I had to walk all over this city sending goods from shop to shop!" he slouches over the counter and runs his gloved hands over his face, "I had to go from the Cathedral to Schuzl's Blacksmith, to Good Hunter, to Dawn Winery, to Angel's share, and then back to the Cathedral! That's not even all of it!"

I tilt my head with a small smirk. "Yep. Every. Single. Day."

His head shoots up and stares at me in shock. "Noooo... How are you able to find free time to walk with me??"

"I don't, you just hold me back a little bit. Why do you think our conversations are so short on duty?"

He puts his head down on the counter and groans.

"You're just used to not doing much Captain." Rosaria butts in.

I laugh and I watch Kaeya flip the bird to both of us.

"And Kaeya, I hope you know, that I have to walk to Liyue back and forth sometimes too." I add on, throwing a hand on his back.

I hear him groan some more.

"Here," Diluc says to Kaeya, places his drink in front of him.

"Thank you," Kaeya says tiredly. He brings the cup to his lips and chugs the entire thing.

"Woah!! Slow down," I chuckle.

Suddenly Kaeya drops the glass, causing it to shatter onto the counter.

"Kaeya!!" Diluc yells at him. Me and Rosaria look at Kaeya concerned.

The blue haired man starts writhing in pain. He tries to stand up but his legs seemed too weak to carry him around. He stumbles left and right, gritting his teeth through the pain, holding his head like it was about to fall off of his shoulders. 

I shoot out of my chair and grab onto Kaeya, trying to keep him stable. "Kaeya! What's going on?!" I look over at Diluc and he was just concerned as I was. "Was it the drink?!" I scream, not meaning to. Panic takes over me, seeing my best friend in pain all of a sudden. 

"I made it like I usually do!" Diluc says jumping over the counter and grabbing onto Kaeya as well. Kaeya still hissing in pain, somehow still toppling over even though Diluc and I were holding on to him. 

"Rosaria go get Jean!" I scream at her. She darts out of the tavern and runs towards the Knights of Favonius Headquarters as fast as she can. 

Venti walks up to us calmly. "Venti what are you-!" I scream at him as he reaches out to Kaeya's squirming body. A bright green light emits from his finger tips. His long braids starting to glow.  

Venti's fingers slowly reach out to Kaeya, finally touching his skin. 

The bard suddenly hisses in pain and pulls his hand away from Kaeya. He stumbles back and grabs his hurt wrist. I look over at him and a purple aura slowly fades from his fingers. I look at Venti's face and see the panic starting to grow. 

"Venti!" I yell, trying to get him back in his head. 

His breath starts getting heavy and his eyes shaking back and forth. He rushes out of the tavern without a trace, a small gust of wind behind him. 

Diluc looks up at the other people of Mondstadt who were in the tavern, watching this entire scene unfold. "It's not safe right now, leave!" They all hustle, leaving the building. 

"Kaeya what is going on!?" I say, trying to get any kind of answer out of him. No answer, just the hisses and whimpers of pain. 

His breath suddenly lets out, relieved sounding. Diluc and I look at him, seeing any signs of pain still. It just looked like he was coming out of it. 

"Kaeya?" I whisper.

His breath still heavy but the sounds of pain were gone. I frantically scan his face for anymore signs of pain. He stares down at the wooden floor the tavern, face filled with fear. I look up at Diluc and we make eye contact. Both of us concerned and confused...

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[dalmascan-requiem]

Tempestuous Rubato: Sake

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A well-earned respite, and feelings that needed to be said.

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Read on AO3 or keep reading after the jump

content warnings: alcohol and drunkenness

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IRL it is a stressful ass month for me, so I wanted to take a break from the drama and angst of Resistance to have a fluffy sappy moment with the boys. :)

"The sake… is good."

Kris tries unsuccessfully to suppress a giggle. The statement was simple enough–but seeing as Laurent bobbed his head, seemingly unable to keep it upright as he regarded him, it was easy to tell the man was undeniably drunk.

"It is quite good, my love. And perhaps a little strong…" Kris couldn't deny that his own head felt a bit fuzzy from the alcohol. He always had a high tolerance, but it had been years–decades, even–since he could last indulge. Perhaps an occasional drink here or there, but… after Ishgard…

Kris shook away the dark thought. That was in the past–a lot of things were in the past, but all that mattered was now. Bozja had been successful in their rebellion, and Dalmasca would soon follow. Even more important, though, was that they were together again. Maybe that's the source of my giddiness rather than the sake.

Though he couldn't help to admit the sake was easy to drink, maybe too easy. Before he realized it, they'd gotten through two bottles, and the waitresses almost tempted him into buying a third. They sure know what they're doing. No doubt they're used to lightening heavy coinpurses–

Kris's thoughts are interrupted when he hears a mumble and notices Laurent staring at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you…"

"Your cheeks. They're red. It's cute." Laurent leans forward to poke one of his cheeks, but jabs rather suddenly (and painfully) into Kris's chest instead.

Ow! Gods, how is he still this strong while this drunk… Kris gives a strained smile as he grabs Laurent's hand, interlocking their fingers in an attempt to stop any future jabs. "My love, perhaps… we should head back to the inn for the evening."

"The inn? Why–oh, the inn. Of course. I understand." Laurent gives Kris a side glance that tells him that he is very much misunderstanding the situation. "Yes, let's get back to the inn. To relax."

"...That isn't what I–" Oh, forget it, whatever gets Reyna into the room and asleep. "...Yeah. Sure. Let's get back then. Can you walk?"

***

"This is nice."

"Is it now?" Kris looks down inquisitively at the Viera he was carrying. "You like being carried because you drank too much and now you can't walk?"

"Hm." Laurent is silent for a moment before responding. "Yes! I feel safe. You've gotten so strong! And you're warm."

Kris chuckles. "Well, it is a bit chilly tonight. Worry not, though, we're close to the inn."

Laurent nods, and silence falls over them once again. It doesn't take long for Kris to notice something was off, however. "What's wrong, my love?"

"I… I just… missed you."

Oh… Kris frowns slightly. "I'm so sorry–"

"No! No, I don't need–don't want you to apologize." Laurent leans his head against Kris's chest. "I missed you, but I'm happy now. That we can have this."

Laurent huffs lightly before continuing. "I could never be truly mad at you, anyway. Not forever. Everything you went through… I can't say I wouldn't have done the same. I'd do nearly anything to protect you, Eir. Even now. Especially now."

Kris sighs and gives Laurent a light squeeze. "You've sacrificed enough for me, Reyna."

"They weren't sacrifices. Not if they meant waking up next to you."

"You're quite the romantic when you're drunk, aren't you?"

"I'm not drunk–"

"Oh? Should I put you down so you can walk the rest of the way?" Kris smiles down at Laurent, who crosses his arms in a huff, not responding. Undeniably romantic… and adorable. Alcohol always shows people who you really are… 

After a moment, Kris gently kisses Laurent's forehead. "Thank you, Reyna, for everything. You… you mean the world to me." He gives a warm smile before looking up "

"Now then… I do need you to walk a bit. I may be strong, but I can't carry you up the inn's stairs."

Laurent chuckles, a playful look crossing his features. "Oh, of course, can't use all of your energy before we… relax, right?"

…He won't stop with this, will he…

***

Kris opens his eyes when he hears a slight groan at his side. With a soft laugh, he turns and wraps Laurent in his arms. "Good morning, my love. How are you feeling?"

Laurent is silent for a moment before responding in a miserable tone. "I'm dizzy. I suppose I've felt worse, though."

"Well, you did drink a lot of sake, Reyna. I'd be more concerned if you woke up feeling fine."

"Mm." Laurent is still for a moment, then starts fidgeting under the blanket. "...Where are my clothes?"

"Ah, you… you very much wanted to take them off last night. Said you were hot. Or I made you hot. Something like that."

"That sounds like something you'd say, Eir."

"Do I really sound like that?" Laurent didn't respond, which spoke volumes. Maybe I should tone it down… "W-well, you're the one missing your clothes, Reyna. But, should you like to retrieve them from around the room, I can fetch something to make you feel–"

"Wait." Laurent grabs one of Kris's hands before he leaves the bed. "...Can we just… stay like this for a few moments longer?"

Kris smiles and settles back into bed. "Of course, my love. Anything for you."

[mpxyingyue]

Regardless of the type of person Vitas was, Yingyue felt most comfortable in her spot beside him. There was still much that she did not know about him. But, what she did, it put him in a favorable light. Despite the last bits of adrenaline that pumped in her veins and the ache of multiple parts of her body, she was very happy where she as in the present time.

At his comment, she childishly giggled. Yingyue had a strong feeling that it was not meant how she was taking it, but it would not stop her tease. "Ah. So, you found them nice and huge, huh? Maybe, I should give up my flirting with you. My body doesn't fit your standards." She jokes, rather light heartedly. The only way to truly have her to stop flirting was to never talk to her again. It was never a matter of true romantic pursuit. Whether friends or a crush, her flirts were unyielding. Yingyue did doubt that he would drop her. Or at least, not anytime soon.

When he spoke in a way to tell her that he knew it was her, she shook her head. "Maybe, I got this all wrong. Have you studied my body that well to know what I look like? Am I that striking to you that you can guess me despite not appearing like I normally do?" She asked him with her normal flirtatious flair. But, she was interested in the real answer. "Snow ladies are made of snow, so they are fragile. Most men are made of ego, and that is fragile too. Just takes a different way to make it crumble."

His rejection pulled a small snicker from her, but she returned her gaze to the ring just as him. "I have a feeling that one day you won't be able to turn it down." Again, humor lined her voice. This was absolutely not what she expected, not that she necessarily wanted that future either.

"Most of the demigods that I know of only have enhanced fighting. I think I am one of the few that fight without some type of advantage, other than learning to fight in the monastery. But, enhanced fighting doesn't necessarily mean a better fight if they are new to fighting. I think I know of one person with fire abilities, but we all fight with our own interests. Plus, his powers are a liability. Imagine too big of a fire blast, and you've burnt half of the audience." She reasons without much trouble. "Plus, people aren't here to see powers used. They want blood, sweat, and pain."

Yingyue found Vitas' opinion on the fight interesting. He used so much brain power so fast. Though, much of his calls, she did see through when actually in a fight. So, when he got that right, she was not surprised either. Did he think this was a new concept for The Pits? Or, did he just not like that? Yingyue did the same thing from time to time, but it was never choreographed. It was always a willing forfeit on her side through purposeful mistakes.

"I'm not surprised. That's showbiz, bud." She spoke, slowly leaned further back in her chair. A hand gently moved over an ache as if it would stop it. But with just a wince of her features, she was fine. "People are here for a show. Sometimes, it is smart to lose, to do it on purpose. The bigger the underdog, the more interesting the fight. You are just smart enough to see it. The rest see what they want to see."

Contrary to popular belief, Vitas actually enjoyed watching people fight--REALLY fight; not fake fight, but legitimate fighting; he liked to observe, to learn their styles, to incorporate that knowledge himself. In fact, he was fairly certain he could take down the current fighter in under three moves. Partially because the brute was big and slow and seemed to rely heavily on his strength to win him the match, but also because his opponent was--yet again--feigning punches and putting on a show. It was different than how Jiang Yingyue had just 'performed', more akin to the first match he watched. Disappointing, really. He wondered if Hel knew about this. Would she even care as long as it kept the crowds coming and the cash flowing?

Was Vitas harmless? Not really, but he may have been considered so for now. He was also not an idiot, gathering well enough that she was wearing that veil for a reason--not necessarily to hide her split lip, but to conceal her face somewhat, which meant she didn't particularly intent to be recognized...which was fine, of course, he wouldn't be the one to oust her, but he wasn't going to pretend like he didn't recognize her either.

"His huge muscles obstructed my view a few times," he admitted when she asked he he couldn't take her eyes off of her; despite it being an honest and straightforward answer--because by now she no doubt acknowledged the fact that Vitas could be QUITE literal when it came to his answers--it may have also just as easily been misinterpreted as playful flattery, perhaps even flirtatious to someone who didn't know him. "Seemed your opponent was slightly more challenging than a snow lady." Thus, if the demigoddess had any question left in her mind as to whether or not Vitas knew the identity of the woman behind the veil, then perhaps that was her answer.

He noticed her move a little from his limited peripheral vision and thus turned his head a bit to face her, witnessing her lift the veil just enough for him to see; the smell of the herbal ointment struck him just as the sight of the wound did, just a blink in acknowledgement and nothing more as she proceeded to purse her lips and ask if he would like to kiss her. "No." A simple, direct, immediate response as he turned his head toward the ring once more.

"It has been entertaining," he said of whether or not he was enjoying his time in the Pits. "It is my first experience watching demigods fighting other demigods, though admittedly somewhat disappointing as I have yet to witness anyone going full boar with their powers. Those with heightened strength, agility, and senses have a natural advantage." Seemed almost unfair. Almost. Meant that someone who was not physically-gifted had to fight smarter. Still, he wouldn't have minded to see the occasional fireball or ice blast now and then.

"These two?" he asked of the current fighters being popular. "They are more like dancers than fighters," he said and offered a slight gesture toward the ring with a gloved hand. "It's choreographed. The big guy will win, but the little guy will seem like he has the upper hand before he is ultimately smacked down. Watch. Little guy is about to fake left and maneuver behind him, bonus if he goes between the big guy's legs."

Ang it played out just as Vitas said it would--Big guy threw a punch and the little guy retaliated by faking left, spun around to avoid another hit, then sank down to the floor to sliiiiiiiide between the big guy's legs and kick him in the rear to propel him toward the ropes in an overly-dramatized and flailing stumble. The crowd, of course, went nuts for the theatrics, but Vitas just folded his hands on his lap once more and continued to watch.

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come get your summer destiel smut! ☀️🍉🧊⛱🧴🍭

This started as a drabble that I was gna post here and nowhere else, but it pulled me under. Time to get a little extra hot under those covers. (Maybe, I dno!)

truly there’s nobody for you but me

part one of the Spoiler alert: they fuck series.

Dean and Castiel are on vacation in a post-Chuck world, but Cas won't take his damn clothes off to soak up the sun. Dean takes matters into his own hands.

There's no plot here, just summer porn with ice, lace restraints, and feelings.

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Rating: Explicit Tags: Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester | Anal sex | Rimming | Ice play | Blow jobs | Dom/Sub undertones | Light *very light* bondage | Romantic sex | Summer vacation | Lake cabin | PWP | Butt plugs | Frottage | Rainbow coloured dildos | Porn with feelings Word count: 3687

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39858501

Sneak peek under the cut:

"Dean, I know you aren't wearing sunscreen," Castiel says, walking along the wooden decking. "...Because it was in my bag under the salt and a packet of beef jerky."

Sitting on a green striped deckchair in his red shorts, Dean smiles at where he's been watching Sam and Eileen in the distance, then looks at Castiel stood next to him, holding out a bottle that smells like sweetened, artificial coconuts.

"The sun is extremely damaging, your neck already looks red and given how many freckles you have-"

"Alright, I get it," Dean puts the beer he literally just got from kitchen next to his feet and sighs. "Hand it over," he opens his palm towards Cas and waits.

It is a beautifully hot day and that’s kinda the whole point; the whole reason they’re here at this lake. Dean had said they needed a vacation, especially after everything with Chuck; Sam had agreed so fast that Dean barely had time to tell Cas before his brother had booked them up. And no, it’s not a beach but Dean is okay with that. Because this is the stop on the way to the beach.

Cas puts the bottle of sunscreen in his hand and Dean snaps it open, squeezing a large handful and rubbing it over his arm as Cas sits on the empty chair next to him.

"What about you, huh? Planning on losing the duds?"

"I hadn’t really thought about it," Cas says, watching a handful of birds fly out from the woodland trees keeping them private. "Probably not."

"Cas, c’mon. It’s hot," Dean reminds him, moving to the next arm. "You can't sit around wearing that all day. We're not working a case, we're on vacation."

Cas sighs, "I know. But I don't see the benefit of me being mostly naked right now."

"What?" Dean replies. "There’s nobody here, just me, and I’ve seen all you got."

"Is that meant to encourage me?" Cas turns to him and damn if his eyes don’t sparkle a fuckton more in the sun. It’s almost like the sky is reflecting in them or some crap; Dean could drown...or fly away. Whatever.

He manages to save himself; a new mission popping into his head. With another large dollop, Dean reaches his calves and then slides up towards his pinker-than-usual knees. “If I wanted to encourage you, I’d say lose the shirt and I might have to rub this on your back."

That sends Cas’ eyebrows up.

Dean smirks, prepping himself for making a deal. "Then after that, well... What say you get my back good and creamed too? I’m talking covered. Don’t wanna miss a spot."

Cas catches his bottom lip, a hint of danger bouncing out of his iris. "I’m pretty sure I could cream your back without taking my own shirt off," he curls his voice in all the right ways to hit Dean's buttons.

"Flirt," Dean says almost derogatory, squeezing more of the liquid into his hand. He rubs it slow over his chest, side-eying because Cas is watching him meticulously. It leaves a trail along his collarbone, a white creamy trail; slightly warm on his skin. Cas clears his throat and looks ahead.

Across the water, Sam and Eileen have long gone, so near to the other side that Dean almost can't find their boat. Them not being here is gonna make this all the more fun, because Cas’ll break, he always does.

Cas rests his finger against his lip, leaning on the arm of the chair as he stares through the trees. Subtly was never the angel's strongest point and Dean can feel him wanting to watch every stroke, fighting the urge like a champ.

With a smug lift of his brows, Dean pushes back into the chair and uses both hands to squeeze the bottle above his belly button. The squirt is obnoxious but succeeds in getting Cas’ full attention. "Can’t believe we got two weeks to just kick back and do this," he says, smoothing the cream over himself like he has no idea that his hand is currently en route to brush over his left nipple. "This is awesome," he continues, wetting his lip at the tingle in his body.

"It’s very peaceful," Cas stutters, the war across his face visible as he tries to pretend the water is more interesting than Dean rubbing his palm too slowly over his chest.

Agreeing, Dean nods. "Sun, good food, beer," he mutters, his skin soft and shiny, smelling like tropical drinks and lunchtime naps. "...Nobody around for miles." With a hitch of his breath, he squeezes a small amount into his left hand then strokes it over his hips; weaving the top of his fingers lower until they’re under the waistband of his shorts. Cas’ eyes are now watching; unwavering; his hand tightening into a fist on the arm of the chair between them. Bingo.

Leaving himself exactly like that; comfy, y’know, he ignores the race of Cas' heart - and his own for that matter - to pick up the bottle of beer. Cas shuffles in his seat when Dean puckers his lips around the rim. He tips it down his throat and damn, it tastes good. Moaning after the swallow, Dean nudges his hand deeper into his shorts. Fingertips inches away from his cock; it stirs under the tease.

"Dean," Cas’ voice cuts between them with quiet, broken tones. "Is this really appropriate?"

Tipping his mouth upside down, Dean looks at him and replies, "Sure." The bottle had been fresh from the fridge and now was wet in the heat. Dripping around his hand, Dean strokes it down to the bottom, eyes still locked onto Cas. Suggestive, Obviously. It doesn't take long for Cas to spot the outline of Dean's semi, pushing unashamedly against his shorts. "Or, we can go inside? Y'know, if you want to?" Dean suggests.

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Hiii, Good Morning/Good afternoon/Good evening Mod Kaeya,Mod Diluc^^, It's my first time requesting, Can I request? Angst with any Genshin Impact characters?,Soo The genshin characters are much more spending time with Lumine? Then the reader asks why they aren't spending much time with them and the genshin characters snaps and said the readers are weak ( reader is already insecured because they can't fight) and they have work to do then the reader leaves to fight hilichurl camps and unfortunately there's 2 Mitachurls ,luckly the genshin characters were on time to save the reader? Then they apologized to them? (It's Gn reader^^) sorry if it's alot and sorry if my grammar is wrong you both can disregard this ask stay safe ^^

Good afternoon dear Traveler!! Well done for making your first request! And such a lengthy one too oh my~ Your grammar is fine don’t even worry about it. Sorry for the long wait, Mod Diluc and I have been busy on the Kuzuha banner haha but I hope you enjoy this tear jerking tale (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧- Mod Kaeya

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The distant scientist, renowned for being hard to get close to was someone you used to consider one of you closest friends. The two of you spent day and night together, hellbent of cracking open every single challenge you possibly could together. Many considered you two to be able to solve any mystery put in front of you together.

The keyword was together.

There was a mystery you yourself couldn’t solve; Why was Albedo’s time with you slowly becoming a rarity?

You’d been wondering why he’d been spending so much less time in the lab he’d meticulously built over years of his life or on site where his precious research was being buried little by little by crystalline flakes, tending to his experiments and recording time sensitive data that would be valuable for months to come for the research team. Albedo had been gone so long both you and Sucrose had designed a plan in order to cover the work he’s left unattended whilst managing your own on top of the store. It was beginning to get concerning. If the leader of the investigation squad was absent constantly then what did that mean for the rest of you? Surely he was only gone for the sake of something important he’d found, something he placed above everything else he was researching. That’s what you lent yourself into believing.

That is, until you saw him with her.

You couldn’t blame him honestly, Lumine was gorgeous. Her golden hair and fiery eyes are what a lot of men probably look for in a partner, even more so was the mystery behind her origins and the raw power she held in her fingertips at any given moment.

You didn’t have to have a vision to be able to tell that.

Maybe that was another thing he sought in her.

A traveling partner that could wield the powers of the elements, a traveling partner that could hold their own against the world. Maybe that wasn’t all he was looking for but also a romantic partner.

He finally came back to the investigation camp briefly one night, it was during a particularly rough blizzard ravaging across Dragonspine and the areas surrounding it a little like a turbulent child tossing snowflakes across already painted, buried monochrome peaks. He trudged into the camp with her rambunctious adventuring party, shouted something over the whipping wind about how they should get warm inside one of the communal tents dotted around the sparse camp halfway up the summit you inhabited and then ducked into the burgundy tent you were working away in with nothing but the clinking of vials harmonizing with the bubbling of flames. It was nothing but candle light right then in the morbid lonely night, only the sounds of the howling gales outside of the ones in your lab. If you’d felt like you were being watched during the night before now, Albedo’s piercing analytical gaze did nothing but soothe the loneliness you’d held inside yourself all night.

“I need a strong multi use Geoculus locator, if we have any.” The blonde said

He must’ve seen your shoulders perk up because he waited patiently as you searched through the shelves upon shelves of prototypes you’ve developed. After somehow finding one, you patted over to him. He seemed pleased with your work, if a bit distant as usual. He was in a good mood so you guessed would be the best time if any to ask. “Sir… with all due respect why have you been away so long?”

Albedo’s pale face was blank as usual though he blinked as if surprised you spoke, “Lumine needed someone with a sufficient Geo vision, I happened to be the one she knew the best to get the job done.”

“So you’ll be returning?”

“I never said that.”

You tried not to take it harshly, this was just how he spoke after all. “…could I come along then?” It was a long shot yes but you still missed his company, if it meant having to deal with him getting buddy buddy with that Outrider then you would suffer. 

It was quiet for a moment between you two as you stared him down and he observed the locator thoroughly. After he was pleased enough with the golden glowing device it was packed away into his back pocket without so much as a second thought, the man was obviously stalling while he thought carefully over the question but the result wouldn’t be to your liking evidently. You were about to make  a point you hoped would be convincing before he spoke, his voice sharp and words cold like the very ice being tossed around the blackened sky.

“No, you’re not a skilled enough fighter so you’d only slow us down more than we can handle to be right now. You’d be useless to us.” He put a hand to his chin for a moment in thought, “If you’d had been able to development a synthetic elemental burst like Sucrose’s swirl mark II…I would have considered but you can’t even do that.”

Watching him leave with them the morning after was torturous, they rushed off into the snowy landscape with barely a goodbye and never a second glance from Albedo beyond that. It stung.

Maybe that’s why when hilichurl camps, specifically ones becoming a nuisance to caravans as well as supply lines along Dragonspine almost avidly to the near point where there would be commissions called in, were brought up in conversation you elected to take a weapon and simply clear them out yourself. You could barely fight one off but usually they were smaller towards the base of the mountain so you figured it would be alright. You would just patch yourself up if you got a bit injured. Surely the pain of the injures would busy your silly little heart long enough to forget about Albedo and his cruel words to you, surely you would barricade your feelings of pining behind walls of broken bones and struggling through the snow. Maybe that was the remedy, the answer you needed to your mystery. Your pleas would probably be hidden by the snowstorms anyways.

Mitachurls unfortunately inhabited bigger camps. Thankfully, Frost Lawlichurls tended to live alone. The former happened to find it’s way to you, charging with the might of a bull on ozmanthys wine. As you were bowled over you heard an abrupt shout, maybe saw a brief flash of familiar golden light as the battle grounds around you erupted further into chaos but it didn’t matter that pale arms were abruptly gripping you to a panicked sword user. Your vision was to blurry, the shouts of attacks and spells too muffled and faint, your body felt too limp to comprehend even the though of moving. You could barely breathe.

Someone was muttering, crouched around you and holding you close, muttering something over and over again. Something important. The feeling of their lips pressed against your forehead, his quiet gut heaving sobs as he rocked you back and forth. Albedo’s pleas for you to just hang on a moment longer—

Where were you again?

There was sunlight and it was warm, a pleasant warmth that almost lulled you back to the sleep you’d fallen into. The only thing that kept you awake was that this was indeed not your bed.

Where were you?

Sitting up hurt, your whole body ached and you were certain something must have been rearranged or was missing because the pain shot through you like an arrow. Your sharp exhale alerted the two others in the room, one who immediately sprinted to get a nurse in an emerald and navy flurry of skirts and capes.

You were dizzy, only steadied by a gentle hand on your limp shoulder. Ah, when did you turn to face him?

The blonde man infront of you asked if you remembered what happened, his voice was soft but didn’t hold any emotion. The smoky circles around his beautiful striking cerulean eyes did nothing but worry you slightly as they implied a long period of time without sleep. You’d imagine him to be the sciency type who didn’t really know what to think of other people so he stayed nose deep in books to pass the time, though there was a deep sadness in the way he held himself you couldn’t understand.

“I don’t…who are you?” You thought you saw him flinch but figured it was a trick of the light.

“No one important, nevermind me.” The man sat up with an unreadable expression even for how blank it had been for this whole brief conversation after you had awoken, getting up from his chair to begin walking to the door when he stopped. “I’m sorry.”

“…for what?” You didn’t understand.

“Nothing that would natter now, please. Rest.”

You didn’t remember.

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choi yeonjun. nancy mcdonie. lee gahyeon. kim sunwoo. kim doyeon. choi san. kim sihyeon. yang jeongin.

執着型 [ shuuchaku-gata ] obsessive.

"where were you? who were you with? what were you doing? why didn't you answer my messages? oh come on darling, don't be like that...I've been waiting for hours!"

[ PROFILE 1. ]

choi yeonjun.

5'11. 21 yrs old. September 13th, 1999. virgo. blood type a. born in seoul, south korea

at age 14 yeonjun was sent to a boarding school in japan, this is where he discovered his...tendencies. halfway through his first year he met a girl, kang iseul. he was instantly infatuated with her, he had an impulsive urge to know every little thing about her. to do so he befriended her, using his appearance and charms to win her over and eventually made her his. the euphoric rush that ran through his body when she was officially his was like nothing he'd ever felt before. she was finally his and he didn't intend on letting go, not without a fight at least. he was in for a shock when one day she tried to run away after his true colors started to show. unfortunately her best friend was killed by yeonjun for trying to help her, but she did escape.

he's a switch with no lean. a hard/soft dom or obedient sub all just depends on his mood and how he's feeling

[ PROFILE 2. ]

nancy mcdonie.

5'4. 21 yrs old. april 13th, 2000. aries. blood type o. born in daegu, south korea.

nancy was always a little obsessed with things, she'd go through phases too. she would find one new hobby/thing that intrigued her and hyper fixate on it for a few months. then, just like that it would be forgotten as if it had never happened. it started from a young age too, so when she would tell all her friends and family about the boy she met it came as no surprise to them. soon enough he was all she talked about, all she cared about, it was true obsession. everyone around her thought that it was just a phase like everything else, but they were sadly mistaken. the day he broke up with her, she lashed out. screaming that he couldn't break up with her, no she wouldn't let him break up with her. even after that day she would never stop talking about him, she tried to stay involved with his life as much as she could and even ended up scaring away any potential lovers. she never stopped either, until she had no choice when he moved away.

she's a sub, usually obedient but can be bratty if she's in a mood.

ストーカー型 [ sutookaa-gata ] stalker.

"how did I know? I'm always with you, following you...watching you...it's only because I love you"

[ PROFILE 3. ]

lee gahyeon.

5'3. 22 yrs old. february 3rd, 1999. aquarius. blood type ab. born in seongnam, south korea.

she was so excited when her crush asked her out, she couldn't contain herself. the problem was, it's difficult to get to know someone when you already know everything about them. she'd been stalking him ever since he caught her eye, every single day. she'd follow him to and from school, to his friends house, wherever he went she usually wasn't far behind. he could never find out about that side of her though, so she played along. laughing at childhood stories she heard him tell previously, pretending to be shocked when learning things she already knew. even after they began dating she continued to stalk him, he noticed things were off. she was the one he confided his "paranoia" in and she was the one who reassured him, but little did he know she was the cause of it all.

she's a sub, also obedient but can be bratty if she feels like it.

[ PROFILE 4. ]

kim sunwoo.

5'10. 21 yrs old. april 12th, 2000. aries. blood type b. born in seongnam gyeonggi, south korea.

unlike gahyeon, sunwoo was not always a stalker. he'd heard of stalkers but it never peaked his interest, he didn't even take any note of his slightly possessive tendencies. until his first relationship that is, his first partner showed signs of cheating. he might not have realized his own possessiveness and how it was seemingly growing stronger, but he was no fool. all the coming home late, the scent of another person that was not their own flooding the house when they entered. so he began following them around, at first it was...innocent, or as innocent as stalking could be. they were cheating, this made his possessiveness shoot through the roof. he was most aggressive and warned his partner that they do not want to do that again. they listened, and he continued to stalk them, it turned into a fun...game of sorts.

he's a switch with a sub lean, soft dom/occasionally bratty sub.

独占型 [ dokusen-gata ] monopoly.

"who were you talking to? do they know me? no no, do they know you're mine?"

[ PROFILE 5. ]

kim doyeon.

5'8. 21 yrs old. december 4th, 1999. saggitarius. blood type o. born in wonju-gangwon, south korea

doyeon had always been just about as normal as you could get. until she got a boyfriend, she was possessive of him sure...but it was nothing too extreme. until she started having doubts, all the gorgeous girls that would go up to him, flirting and doing who knows what when she wasn't around. she made it her mission to let everyone know he was hers and she was his, wether it meant glueing herself to him or just reminding everyone at school on the daily. ever since he broke up with her, her tendencies only grow stronger and more extreme with each passing minute.

she's a sub, brat tendencies but will be obedient sometimes

[ PROFILE 6. ]

choi san.

5'9. 21 yrs old. july 10th, 1999. cancer. blood type b. born in namhae-south gyeonsan, south korea.

san's first love was a girl in his sister's class, was she a year older than him? yes, but he didn't care. despite all the people telling him he would never date her, he proved them wrong and he did. everything was perfect, they were both madly in love with each other, spending every minute of every waking day together. until something happened that san hadn't expected, his sister began to steal his girlfriend. well "steal" in his definition at least, she'd wanted to talk with his girlfriend every once in a while before he knew it they were always together and it seemed as if he was the real third wheel, this pissed him off more than anything. he got fed up one day and got into a physical fight with his sister, shouting about how the girl belonged to him and only him. from then on out he's made sure to stay in the middle of every single relationship.

he's a switch with no lean hard/soft dom or obedient/bratty sub, it all depends

排除型 [ haijo-gata ] removal.

"you haven't seen them in a while? I'm sure they're alright darling, after all I'm the only one you need. isn't that right?"

[ PROFILE 7. ]

kim sihyeon.

5'6. 21 yrs old. august 5th, 1999. leo. blood type b. born in bundang-gu, seongnam-si, south korea.

she's a sub, usually bratty but can be obedient too

[ PROFILE 8. ]

yang jeongin.

5'8. 20 yrs old. february 8th, 2001. aquarius. blood type a. born in busan, south korea.

he's a switch with a slight sub lean but can be a soft dom

sihyeon and jeongin's stories go together, they were childhood friends and neighbors. eventually they realized that they had feelings for each other, but this soon after developed into a toxic mindset. the thought that they only need each other, no one else. one by one people from the other's life began to disappear, especially anyone who could be a romantic rival. they were both oblivious to the other's actions until each confronted the other, instead of being upset they were each ecstatic. ecstatic that the other felt the same, that they were the only person they needed in their life

notes/rules

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all of the members are bisexual with no lean

all of the members are yanderes [ obviously ] so they will act as such, however some can be more possessive than others at times

the ones who can be the most possessive are sihyeon and jeongin and the least are yeonjun and nancy

sihyeon and jeongin are obviously not still dating, it was just for backstory/plot purposes

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Could you do good things and bad things about datiang the Bat boys and Bruce? I ask you for bad things because relationships aren't perfect. Please

This is my first time ever writing for Bruce sooo pls be kind it has been a rough day

•First of all of them are vigilantes which means that they might have some issues separating his hero life with the normal one no matter how hard thet might try.

•They have seen the worst part of humanity and after you have witnessed those kind of horrors there's not turning back. Every imperfection in buildings, locations that have a questionable reputation and people who seem mightily suspicious will trigger their vigilante senses.

•what I'm trying to say here? They can get protective without even notice. After being the one in the line for to long you're afraid those you love might get hurt so you'll try your fucking best to prevent it, right?

Bruce Wayne

•Bruce has a hard time accepting the love and care of others, even if you have a long term relationship Bruce might be cold and distant towards you.

•He usually doesn't care about his scars since they're consequences of trying his best to help others, but when the time to get naked in front of you comes he's slightly worried you might get disgusted because they're too many.

•Bruce gets silent when you show him pure kind love, a gentle caress on his cheek will make him snap out.

•He'll stare at you without knowing what's the right thing to do, the only thing clear onnhis mind is that he wants this to keep going.

•Sometimes you wish you could wake up or fall asleep with Bruce beside you more often. It makes you feel forgotten. Bruce has tried to stay there when you wake up, even if that means rushing home to take off the suit, slip in the cover and pretend he's sleeping.

•Bruce can be pretty romantic when he wants to. He will take you to fancy places and bought you the most prettiest things in the world, Bruce will be comfortable in those situations, talking smoothly and secure since he's trying to put a little bit of his playboy persona into this to not ruin it.

•But silly things like cooking your favorite dessert or buying a pretty thing he saw nd know it will useful to you, will get him slightly flustered. The man is afraid he might fuck up.

•If you're a mere civilian then Bruce would be petty fucking protective of you, at the point that sometimes make you wonder if he's being paranoid.

•He will install a security system in your house and car, maybe a tracker too because you never know what criminals might do to the partner of Bruce Wayne.

I•t's hard for Bruce to express his emotions and talk about them, he feels like it makes him seem weaker. But when he opens up he will pour his heart into his words, maybe he wouldn't say much, but everything that came out from his mout he meant it with his soul.

•Your fights are horrible, it leaves you both broken and wondering if this gonna be the end. Bruce is too stubborn to back down and you don't want to be the one who goes to apologize first, so you'll end up treating each other with the cold shoulder.

•It's not the type to say "I love you" constantly, he reserves those words for important moments like when he has to go to a risky mission, your anniversary or he will blurt them out when he see you doing something adorable.

•Bruce is a mysterious man and that aspect is not going to change once they start dating. You will feel that he is hiding things from you, which is true, but it will take a lot of persuasion and confidence for him to tell you what is happening or why he does not tell you things.

•Much of his reason is that he thinks that if he doesn't say anything to you you may be safe and happy in ignorance, however, he also does not want to link his romance to his work.

•Connecting in an emotional way with Jason is hard and even when you're there he tends to close and keep a lot of things to himself.

Jason Todd

•Jason hates how being in touch with his emotions makes him more vulnerable, once they see the light there's nothing that can stop the overwhelming wave of feelings that comes to drown him.

•Once Jason becomes truly comfortable around you he will get clingy. He needs you in order to him feel alright, it's like you bring up a nice part of him he wasn't even aware of it was there.

•You're the nicest thing Jason has ever had so far and he's down to do anything to make you stay. He can stop being Red Hood and live a normal live, change his personality for one you like better, whatever you want in a man Jason can try to copy it, but please don't leave him.

•He's a really attentive and supportive boyfriend, this trait is driven by his need to prove you his total love and attention because that shows he's worthy of your love. But putting that aside, Jason truly cares about you.

•Jason is not really used to receive romantic affection so he might shy away sometimes when he becomes aware of what's going on. It's like his mind can't process that other person wants to be romantic with him.

•Jason can get really protective of you and this worsen a little bit more if you're a civilian who knows little to nothing about self defense.

•Jason is a cuddle monster, having you between his arms is soothing and lovable. He loves this little domestic things, but it's better if he's the one on top of you or hugging because he can get out of the touch easier.

•It's better to not fight with Jason, he's not going to hit you or anything, in fact he prefers to cut his own arm with a fork before landing a hand on you.

•However, he can say some mean and hurtful thigs because he wants to win the argument regardless of how bad the consequences might be.

•It might not look like it, but Jason loves to do the silly cheesy things with you.

•He will engulf you into a tight hug and then give a breathless kiss anytime he comes back from a long mission, having you to cook with him regardless if you know what you're doing just because he thought it would be cute, cuddling with you in the sofa and read a book or just watch a movie (Jason will fall asleep snuggled up to you because he feels safe)

•Jason has night terrors and he can turn pretty paranoid whe he just wake up from a nightmare, so it's better if you stand back for a moment until he calms down and realizes that nothing bad is happening.

•He keeps a gun close to him in case something happens and has night light because he can truly stand to have the whole bedroom in complete darkness, also he tends to keep you close to him when you're sleeping togheter because, even when Jason is asleep, he needs to know you're there.

Dick Grayson

•Dick is a sweet boyfriend, he's caring and charming to the point that sometimes you wonder if you're dating a prince.

•Dick's supportive of your interests and will cheer you up if he feels like you're lacking motivation. He will praise you and give you a compliment whenever he notices you did something good or when you go to tell him a good new.

•It's hard to have some alone time with him thanks to his busy schedule. Dick can't stay still, he needs to work and protect the city, because he cares about the others but also needs the action to live.

•Dick is a cheerful man, the occasions were he hits rock bottom are odd but they happen.

•And he tends to close himself to the world and drown in his own sorrows for a while. It's hard to see him like this and the worst part is that he doesn't want to ask for help until his mind is a little less darker.

•Dick is a really affective boyfriend, he will grab your head and pepper it with kisses as he says how much he loves it, also he has the habbit to put an arm around your shoulders or waist whenever you're walking together.

•Another thing he always do is pulling you back to the bed and put himself on top of you so you won't go.

•Dick would nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck and give it a kiss before going back to sleep.

•Dick is a man low-key scared of commitment, but will still idolize you.

•It's hard for him to settle down and decide for one thing, he will overthink everything and try to look at your current situation for every single angle possible, however, in his eyes you're a great person, sexy and just amazing.

•He might even twist everything and think you're already dating when nothing really has been confirmed.

•Okay so this one goes for his Titans version: I don't know why, but I feel that sometimes Dick can manipulate your needs and turn them into his own desires, to be more concrete emotional blackmail.

•He could do this unconsciously and without really wanting it, because once he realizes what he did he will feel very bad about himself, which would lead him to isolate himself from you for a while to think about everything he has done and then apologizing .

•It's hard for Dick to do so because being aware of what he has done to you, but he needs you to know he feels deeply fucking sorry and he understands if you want to broke up.

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Supporting Satoshi - an examination and comparison of JN36 and XY121

Part One: Snowballs do not cure depression but it was worth a shot

You know that episode of Pokemon where a gym leader beats Satoshi in a battle so hard that one of his pokemon gets mildly hurt (though there's no long term effects) and because of it he becomes depressed, closing himself off from his friends before someone comes along to pull him out of that mental state, and also severe weather phenomena is involved and a reflection of a persons mental state? Or rather, the two episodes?

So when I was watching Journeys, I noticed an episode that had a similar-- but distinctly different-- plot to an xy episode I had seen before. And what was particularly interesting was that while I couldn't stand the xy episode, the journeys episode was one of my favourites. I won't drag this out for you guys, I love the journeys episode and re watch it a LOT and the xy episode sort of just leaves me with a sour taste in my mouth. and don't go claiming its solely ship bias, because i saw the xy episode first and disliked it then.

This will analyze both of these episodes, comparing them against each other. Specifically within the context of how Goh and Serena both help Satoshi through a similar situation There will be some discussion of AmourShipping and Satogou in this analysis. I'm going to be a bit negative regarding Serena's actions and the potential "romantic" weight of them here, but I want to be clear that I Do Not dislike Serena as a character. Personally, I wish the writers had given her more room to grow outside of her romantic interests, but I do not hate Serena as a character. I do, however, disagree with her actions in this episode. Please don't take this out of context and dont be ship fighting in the comments, it's boring. This is a comparison of These Two Episodes, not of Goh and Serena and their respective ships as a whole.

This part mainly focuses on the xy episode and the second will focus mainly on the journeys. It's only divided into parts because of the tumblr post limit.

(If you like the xy episode or hate the journeys episode, awesome! having your own opinions is great. these are mine though, so i hope you'll listen to them)

With that out of the way, let's start. And I'm going to use mostly japanese names here because I'm taking screencaps from the subbed japanese copies.

The set up for each of these episodes is eerily similar as pointed out in the gag at the start.

Xy has a bit more set up before the episode in question though, with the initial loss and retreat into the forest by Satoshi taking place the episode before. The episode opens up proper with Satoshi taking time to breathe to himself, alone in the forest.

Emphasis is placed on him taking a deep breath, aided by the visuals showing them (thanks cold air) and the silence of the rest of the soundscape, with the only other sounds being the wind and some bird pokemon, plus some falling snow.

Journeys Satoshi starts off in a better mental state than Xy, with the episode starting off with him jogging along with his pokemon.

However, we can still see that he's been affected by the last battle he lost, against Saitou, as he's putting a lot of effort into training and doing better.

Which, doesn't go well for him, as he loses his next two battles as well, and drops in the World Championship ranking as a result

And he's pretty upset about it too. Same thing as over in xy. In both cases, a respective friend/love interest notes that Satoshi is upset and expresses concern.

He's got support from his friends in both situations! But that support comes across in very different ways.

But, to understand how that support manages to affect Satoshi, we need to understand the problem at play.

Now, I wanna make something clear here. Satoshi's problem is not that he is a sore loser. I'm not arguing that's not a contributing factor, or that he's not upset about the loss (particularly in the world championships), He's still bitter about the lost part, but the root of the problem is not losing, he's been shown to be fine with losing (if not a bit more motivated to win now) in prior episodes.

Satoshi's problem is that his pokemon are getting hurt. Satoshi's problem is that his pokemon are getting hurt, because they're losing battles. Satoshi's problem is that his pokemon are losing battles because he's not training them well enough. And to clarify, that's not my viewpoint, it's his. Satoshi's problem is that he's not good enough for himself, and he feels that that's something he has to fix on his own.

So how do we help him?

Our weather event in question is introduced in separate points in the episodes, but I'll cover them both now.

In xy, it's this snowstorm, which conveniently becomes a problem directly after Serena returns to the Pokemon Centre.

In journeys, it's a sandstorm! That's in near direct contrast to a snowstorm! Incredible.

Heading back to xy Satoshi, things aren't going great in the forest. Luckily, Serena's run off to find him.

I think it's of note here that Serena runs off with the best intentions, she wants to help Satoshi, plain and simple. It just sort of goes wrong along the way.

It's worth noting that Xy Satoshi tries to bring himself out of being sad by the tried and true method of "stop being sad"

Despite telling himself this, he doesn't get anywhere. Which makes sense, because it's not getting the the root of the problem. It's not even addressing it at all. He's just trying to 'be better', which isn't even a battle strategy. However, it is something I can see him saying, so this isn't a critique of Satoshi's thought process, but me pointing out that this isn't really effective. Which is supported by the narrative, because again, he doesn't get anywhere, he doesn't even move.

I can't show it in screencaps but the lights in Satoshi's eyes are shaking here, something that they consistently do throughout the series when he's feeling a particularly strong emotion. Keep that in mind. It couples well with another trait of his, and that's his hat!

And by that I mean how he hides his eyes with the brim of it when upset, something he does exactly as Serena shows up and calls out to him. Now, he's not upset that Serena is here. He's upset about the pokemon stuff still. He's trying to hide the fact that he's upset from Serena.

Serena starts off with her speech well, trying to appeal to Satoshi to let her in and talk things out. And maybe it's because he wasn't ready for it yet, or because of the way she phrases it (a lot of 'i' and 'me' language which can be helpful but can also come across as though she's making it about her. not her intent i don't think, but a possible interpretation.), it's not her fault for how Satoshi reacts regardless.

But how Satoshi reacts is not good.

Now it's really interesting to note that before this, Serena was standing while Satoshi was sitting, putting her above him in terms of active power, when it comes to how the shot is presented, but when Satoshi stands up, the camera tilts with the movement so that they're on equal level. Neat!

And Serena yells in return, scolding Satoshi for not talking about it. Not the best move, since pushing someone to talk about something that's upsetting them isn't really productive, but she's trying here and she's frustrated.

Satoshi continues to withdraw and self isolate, claiming it is his problem and that he wants to be left be. Now, this is the mindset of a clearly upset person and isolation may not be the best option, but he did make the explicit request to be left alone here.

He's clearly upset as he turns away from Serena's eye and slumps over a little.

And then Serena throws a snowball at him.

Angry as he is, you can see Satoshi's expression change when he sees Serena's reaction.

Serena tells Satoshi that she's not like the Satoshi she knows, who is always full of energy and positive and a leader, and a bunch of other positive traits. The problem here, is that Serena's looking at an idealized version of Satoshi. And while the intent here was probably meant to be something more like "you have so many wonderful traits about you I know you can do this", coupled with the snowballs and the phrasing, it seems as though Serena is scolding Satoshi for being sad.

Or rather, being angry with him for not living up to her idealized version of him, and not wanting him to express any negitave emotions.

Which is sort of a really bad mindset.

The snowballs continue, never once does Satoshi fight back. In fact, he stops arguing entirely after the first one. Serena knocks him off his feet and tells him he's not being himself, before running off. (In the english dub, Serena claims that Satoshi isn't being "the real satoshi" and then demands that the real Satoshi be "given back", so it could be worse)

Satoshi decides to literally run his problems away, because it will help him reach some kind of conclusion, and immediately trips and falls down a large hill. No, I'm not making that up. Something like this just isn't like him. He's just gotta stop being sad!

Now personally, I really disagree with the idea that "being upset" isn't "like a person". That's because based off of my own experiences, I know it can be really damaging to hold the mindset that any negative emotions you feel aren't a part of you and that you shouldn't be upset because you're usually a positive and happy person. Not the case with every person, but I personally really have a problem with shows telling children that they just shouldn't be upset instead of processing their emotions in a meaningful way. (The journeys episode doesn't do an outstanding job of it either, but this is a bit of a tangent anyway. A show that does do this right is "OK KO! Let's be Heroes" which actually deals with this problem in greater depth and does a fantastic job of it.)

But the snowball scene ends here. Now I'll get back to Journeys in a moment, but since Serena has finished her part of the comparison for the most part, I'm going to summarize a bit more of the xy episode.

Satoshi decides to literally run his problems away, because it will help him reach some kind of conclusion, and immediately trips and falls down a large hill. No, I'm not making that up.

The snowstorm kicks in, Serena get back annoyed, then similarly groans and yells, and the whole xy gang + pokemon go running off in search of Satoshi. Pikachu appears the most concerned.

Now Serena tells the others she lost her cool and said something horrible to Satoshi, but explains its because Satoshi is someone she admires. Cool motive, I get it, still kinda bad.

and in the end, it's not Serena's words that get he message across to Satoshi. The solution to this problem was Satoshi finding a way to reaffirm his abilities and instinct.

In the xy episode, he helps some pokemon out of the tree, and when his very cool frog friend shows up, they're able to work together with their bond to save this one from falling off a cliff.

Here's the point. Satoshi learns by doing, by actions. He needs to see first hand that there are ways of getting past his problems, and that it's worth having the courage to keep going. The lesson is about valuing pokemon as equals and partners, and specifically that trying to be better as the trainer alone isn't going to help.

This is essentially where this plot line ends, team rocket is there for a bit as well but as much as i love them they're not relevant here, and some fun stuff with the league, love it not important right now its like 3am and I'm not sleeping until this is finished so we gotta keep things moving.

This was no doubt Serena's intent to get a similar point, but she goes about it the wrong way. She tries to convey this with words, as conversation and motivational words have helped her in the past (Elle's words of praise stick with her, Satoshi's words from when they were kids, etc). It's a good idea, but their different ways of learning and growing from a similar situation are incompatible, and that's why things don't work out in Serena's favour. There's also still the problem of "pulling yourself together" not being helpful in this case.

There's also a very similar line in this scene to the one at the end of the journeys episode, as Satoshi says to his frog that they should start over from scratch. It's essentially the same phrase with different wording. It's great. The Storm ends as he realizes this as well! Wonderful in terms of pathetic fallacy.

The gang all reunites, its nice. Satoshi thanks Serena for what she said after apologizing to everyone, which contradicts what he said earlier but I've already established that I dislike this message here so I won't go over it too much. I guess he's right in a literal sense in that in response to her words he went and ran until he tripped off a cliff but the emotional growth here was because of his own actions (and the frogs), not Serena's. Sorry Serena, you'll get em next time.

This is essentially where this plot line ends, team rocket is there for a bit as well but as much as i love them they're not relevant here, and some fun stuff with the league, love it not important right now its like 3am as I write this so we gotta keep things moving.

So. What about Goh?

Well...

(Part Two here on account of image limit!!)