#negative in a light way. doesn't hate him for too long when found out about that in the past but still very salty and misses flying

[thedivinetarot]

Light of my life, fire of my loins, my sin, my soul [Pt.2]

Who is your future spouse?

☆ How to chose the perfect pile for you?

1) Close your eyes.

2) Clear your mind.

3) Take a deep breathe.

4) Ask the question in your head. And open your eyes. The pile you are drawn to the most is your pile.

☆ Note:

- This is a general reading. So, please take what resonates with you.

- Please, Please and I will say it again PLEASE DO NOT think of anyone. Not your EX or crush or EVEN someone you are currently dating. This reading about your future spouse.

- Also the energy is not set in stone. So don't be surprised if your choice change after a period of time.

Lots of love

Arya

Pile 1 - Eternal kiss

Your current energy:

I see that this pile is feeling trapped and lacking something. Pile one I feel like you lack clarity regarding a situation in your life. I'm not really sure whether it is love, or work or even spirituality. I feel like this pile is paralyzed. They are trying to find clarity about something, but you can't even put your finger on. I feel like you are looking forward. You are between the past and the future. I think this pile have been dealing with something and when they found their clarity they are now ready to move on. I see that this pile are deciding whether to stay or leave this chapter and letting go of that situation. You've been trapped into that situation for a long period and now you are choosing to move on and close that chapter. You have succeeded in fighting the demons in your head. You have done the right work, you are taking care of everything. I salute you pile one. At the beginning of this reading, you were confused, paralyzed and you lack clarity but then you realized that the situation doesn't really deserve the energy you are pouring into it. I see that after you healed yourself and closed the chapter you finally received the blessings from the universe. This pile’s energy is sooo great! Guys I feel like the things you manifested are on the way. They are coming so soon especially if you are manifesting clarity or news regarding something. The universe is going to show it to you in the weirdest way. So, be open.

Who is your spouse (personality)

I see that this person is very defensive. To be honest if you are someone with high masculine energy this person is your opposite. He have a very feminine energy. He is nurturing, sweet and motherly. I see that this person is explosive. This might be something negative about him. Or he catastrophically; changes a lot. He might be pluto dominant or scorpio in his big three. I see cancer and Capricorn too, so take what resonates. People with pluto dominant changes a lot internally. I see also that this person is lazy? Or slow? I see that this perosn might be working in a bad job or he hates his job honestly. Like this job gives him a lot of money but he doesn't really like it since there’s a lot of pressure on him. This person like to work in groups or he is an extrovert. I see that he might be insecure physically OR possessive. Again I see that he is so wise and Intelligent. I see a lot of emotional maturity here. This person really loves to take care of people and help them. You see those men with mbti ENTJ or ENFJ 9w8 in movies? I'm picking up on someone like that. Also there's emphasis on the voice too, he might have loud tone. Very nurturing and sweet but manly at the same time. He might even help you balance your feminine and masculine energy. Oooh now I got it pile one! Maybe in the beginning of your relationship with him (the initial stages) you might think he is lazy, feminine and spoiled. But then he will truly show you WHO IS THE MAN at the end of the day. I see that he is the true gentleman that every lady dreams of. I see that despite his emotional side or nurturing side he knows how to take care of other stuff like work, finances and you wink wink ;). I see that once he commit to you; you'll be HIS forever. This person is not the "Oh it didn't work out goodbye" type of person. No he is "Let's work on it" type of person. He is so reliable. And stubborn omg pile 1 that's wonderful now let's look into his physical appearance.

His appearance

Well, I guess this person is naturally beautiful. He might have brown or dark brown hair with light or dark eyes, take what resonates. He has a very light to medium skin tune. Or even olive skin undertone. Also I see that he might be your type or he might be someone you are comfortable to date physically. You might feel comfortable or like how he looks. I see that his aura make you feel safe and cared for. You see that video on tiktok to a girl returning home late in the subway, she was anxious and scared and then she saw a guy with a calming and serene aura that his aura helped her to calm her anxiety down? He might be like this. I see that his weight is medium for his height to a little overweight or curve. I see light eyes also. Between hazel, green or even light brown.

Now, let's look into his finances.

His financial state

I see that in the beginning of his career. When he started earning good amount of money, people who dated him or people in his life used him for his money. But now I see that he matured honestly. I see that his financial state is very good. Like he might earn above the average person and he is very smart dealing with his finances. You see I feel like he gives off daddy vibes. He might spoil you rotten. Like if you were someone who dated dusties he will come in and swap you off the ground and show you how a real man treat his baby girl. I see that financially, he is so generous and giving. Especially for people who he care for. Like if he cared for you or if you want to know that he truly appreciate your presence he will pay for everything that's what I'm seeing. I see also the energy of someone practical. Very practical guys.

So, when will he come into your life?

I got 2,6,7. So after 2 or 6 or 7 months, again take what resonates this is different for everyone. July and November coming in strongly. You guys might meet in those months or this person is born in one of these months. Guys I see that he might be someone you already know. He is not giving any Ex vibe no I'm not seeing that. This might be someone you have brief encounters with. You might went on a date with them or someone from your hometown or childhood. Could be a childhood friend? Maybe. Or someone you dated when you were in school. I'm picking up on a neighbor too.

Possible placements (U or them)

Taurus, Aquarius, Capricorn, cancer, leo. Also I see Venus, Pluto, Saturn dominant energy. Also I see 2nd, 11th, 10th, 4th, 5th house stallium or his big 6 in one of these houses.

Pile 2 - the engagement

Your current energy

I'm picking up on multiple energies in this pile. So, I see that some of you guys started your healing journey and now you are finally seeing the results. I see that this pile is channeling their inner pain into something creative like painting, drawing or writing. And if not; you are channeling this pain into physical activity like working out constantly, and going out to take a walk. Something like that. I see that other people in this group is my artistic people. You are working on a project, a painting, or a book for others I see active manifestations here. You might be manifesting healing, romance or an Ex. Guys what did I say before about moving on? It is so frustrating! Stop trying to manifest a dusty please. Embrace the abundance mindset. Believe me pile 2 you deserve better honey. That person is not that good for you so don't be delusional about them and do not manifest them. I see that this pile also are taking very good care of themselves. Like you are taking care of your health, your mental well-being and overall your fitness level. Or if you are not manifesting someone then I think there's someone (romantic offer) or an Ex who want to get back with you. In this situation (the ex) you decide whether you want them or not. Please be wise pile 2. The dominant placements in this pile are air placements (Gemini, Libra and Aquarius), Aries, capricorn. Mercury, and Uranus dominant planets in your chart.

Who is your future spouse (personality)

Well, I'm picking on a very taurian energy, venusian. This person might be a Taurus, Aries, Cancer. Venus, Uranus and mars dominant. I see that this person is very practical. His mind function when he thinks about money or money is everything on his mind, he is a materialistic person to the moon and back. It is so hilarious 😂, he is very generous, active physically or energetic. I see someone in a constant motion. Also this person is so handsome/pretty? Yeah he take good care of himself. He live in the present moment, his whole life is the 24 hour in his day. He have no regrets over the past and no anxiety over the future. He is so earthy and possessive. He sees his people, or people in his life as his territory. Like you are his and his only. This person might be your twin flame or soulmate. He might enter your life out of the blue. I see a geographical distance between you two. I see that this person is feeling down lately. I feel like he lack motivation or he feel disappointed because of a problem in his job. I see that he is childish or optimistic. I'm picking up on a volcano, this person is like a volcano to be honest. He might display a poker face but inside he is overwhelmed by emotions. You see Mr. Darcy in pride and prejudice? Like he was madly in love with Elizabeth but she never knew because of the stern face he show her. This perosn had a terrible past. I see that he was constantly being lied or deceived to. I see that he had a very heavy karmic lessons. Especially about deceit or lies, people might have used him because he was naive and childish. I see that he is so nurturing. His only goal right now is to work hard on himself and his finances/career. I see someone who is disciplined too. This person enjoys the finer things in life or expensive things I'm seeing. This person adores MONEY he breathe money. But he is so caring and gentle at the same time so don't worry. I see that he is a little bit insecure about how he looks. He doesn't see how beautiful he is, you see those models who complain about their insecurities to the internet but they are drop dead gorgeous. He is like that.

His physical appearance

Okay, this person and you have a wonderful chemistry together. So, I think his physical appearance might compliment yours. He might have a similar features. You see those people who date but everyone thinks they are siblings? He is like that. People might think you are siblings because you kinda look alike. I see someone with medium height. Curve or chubby. Light eyes (Hazel, green, grey) and light hair (dirty blonde, blonde, very light brown hair) round and cute features. I see that this person look like he is smiling or smirking even though he is not. Or his eyes, it seems like they are sparkling. Straight hair to wavy too. Pale skin, light skin and medium skin tone. This person is not too tall not too short. His height compliment yours. Like if you are short then he might be short between men. And if you are tall he might be very tall compared to men around him. This person's physical appearance might be so liked or desired by people. Or there's something sensual about him. Or he is sexually appealing.

His financial state

I see that this person's family or your future family in law financial state is very good. They might own multiple houses or multiple what do we call it? Mmmm lands? Like not estates I'm not seeing this, you see when we go and buy a piece of land? So we can resell it or use it to build something on it? This person's family have this and he might have inherited from his family. I see that his job or career requires him to travel, he might work in the court or justice. He might work in a lawyer office or he is a lawyer himself. And this job give him lots and lots of money. His financial state is sooo good. He never really faced a rough patch regarding finances. When he was young, he never really had to deal with poverty or anything like that no.

So, when will he enter your life?

I see 3 months and 5 weeks from now. This person might watch you or observe you from afar. He is so sneaky. He might push one of his friends to introduce you to him. I see a social event okay. And you are mingling and chatting with people and friends. So, he use this and come to you. And then this is how it is going to happen. This person might enter your life in June, July or he might be born in those months or his birthday on the 6th or 7th of the month (any month).

Possible placements

Taurus, Aries, Capricorn, cancer. Venus, Mars, Uranus as dominant planets in their chart. Or 2nd, 1st, 10th, 4th house stallium or his sun or big 6 in these houses.

Pile 3 - Wounded love

Your current energy

Okay, this pile’s current energy is so happy and giddy to be honest. I see that this pile are finally releasing an old relationship and healing from it. I see that you are feeling more confident and proud because you finally realized your own worth (as you should baby💋). I see that this pile are dating someone or already getting to know someone romantically. I see that this pile were single, got disappointed by someone and then they healed and now they are moving on. This pile is moving on to a better version of themselves and above all more confident. I see that right now you are discovering or seeing how many romantic options you have. I see also that you are helping someone to prepare a birthday party. I feel like this party is for a boy, young boy to be specific. And if it is not a birthday party then you are planning a wedding and helping the family with preparations. I see that you are so excited too. So maybe the person you are going to date or crushing on is going to come to the party and you are so excited and nervous. I see that this pile are coming out of the hermit mode. After a long time of healing and solitude. Anyways, I see that you are finally enjoying the present moment. You are happy of how things are. You might be someone who used to link their happiness to something/person or anything and if that thing is not around you get depressed. But now you finally detached. And got stronger and more resilient. The cards are very joyful; sooo enjoy pile 3. The dominant placements on this pile are fire placements (Aries, Leo and sagittarius) and water placements (Cancer, Scorpio and pisces) I see that you might have your sun or moon in the 1st, 5th, 9th, 4th,8th,12th house. You might also be sun, moon and mars dominant too. So, take what resonates.

Who is your future spouse (personality)

First thing I'm picking up on I someone very strategic. Someone very witty and smart. I guess this person is someone you dreamed of (you saw in your dreams) or subconsciously you manifested those traits. This person is so hot and sexy. I see that his aura is very sexual. Like people can't really resist how charming and sexy he is. I see that person is very blunt and if not blunt then he might be very honest. Like he is very straightforward. What is on his mind is going to be told to you with no filter. I see that this person is very sure of themselves. They are very confident and rigid. This person is very generous or his energy or his appearance is very big. I feel like he is the type of person that when he enter a place all eyes are on him. He is a seducer and he is not ashamed of that. I see that this person have all the tools and he know how to use them. Not to mention that this man is soo dominant. I see alot of masculinity. His voice, there's something about his voice that make him stand out. I see that this person is hard on the edge but very soft and sweet inside. I'm not sure if you are into Japanese anime or not but he might be a tsundere; which means someone who displays hard mask but inside they are a softy. I don't know why Christian grey came out all of sudden. I think this person have Christian Grey's energy. Dominant and horny. This person is very much like that. You see those dilfs who are irresistible? He have their energy. This person was very controlling before. I see that controlling thing didn't really help him or it drove people away from him so he is now trying to change this habit. This person, really knows how to manipulate things to his advantages. I see that he knows exactly when to shoot his shot and when to hold back. I see also that this person was either an alcohol addict or someone with destructive behaviors. And if not so, I see that this person might have anger issues. Also aggressive, I don't know why this aggressiveness came through but this person is kinda rude and aggressive to people whom he don't like. This person is very swift, he have hot temper. If you are not comfortable with someone like this then you can chose another pile. But I see that you are a sunshine and this person is the grumpy baby who feel weak in front of his sunshine 🌞. I see that this person usually look grumpy, but when they see you they change 180° and become that cute tamed cat.

His appearance

This person is taller that the average. Very sporty. He worked soooo hard on his body. I see that when they stand or enter a room they easily draw attention towards them. I see brown or tan skin. This person is tanny. Anyways, this person is so sexy omg. And his... Ahem is very large or big. I see that this person is dirty blonde or have a very light brown hair or he dye his hair in that color. I see also curly hair, and wavy. Might be afro too. This person knows how to dress well and he have a very magnetic aura. Sexy is coming through again. I see that you might be so picky with your taste in men. Like no one easily is liked by you. But when this person enters your life, he will be everything you dreamed and prayed for. Glasses, I see he wear glasses. He is like a sexy nerd if you understand what I mean. The eye color range from brown, grey, hazel. But mostly brown. This person's shoulders are wide. Very wide compared to the rest of his body. Also I see someone mascular. He is lean and mascular. I see that his face shape is triangle, he have pointy chin. The voice as I mentioned above. His voice is very demanding. Scary, it can send shivers down your spine. I see that he scares many people and he got told that many times. So, good luck with being able to face all of that.

His financial state

This person have a job but it doesn't really pay that much. I see he have money, average wage what I'm getting. I don't see someone rich, no. I see someone who is average. After his first saturn return he will earn more money. His job might require him to deal with children. To be a role model for children. So he might be pediatrician, or a teacher or a children mentor. I see that he is very good at dealing with babies and kids. He loves them. I see that this person work with a woman or under the supervision of a woman. And she pay for him. This person is in the education system. He is educated, have higher education. And he is now a new member in the organization he work in. He still struggles a little with money. But I think when you meet him, he will be in a better place. That's what I'm seeing. They are telling me that he is still a page; which means he is a fresh teacher or a new member in his job.

When will he enter your life?

I see 7 months and three weeks. I see also that you might know who this person is. You might be dating someone right now and if yes then this person is your spouse. I'm not seeing any Ex here. You might know this person because of someone, an older man introduced you to them. And if not then you may intuitively know who your future spouse is. Also, if nothing from the cases I mentioned apply to your case. Then, you might intuitively know this person but your head (ego, rational thoughts) is telling you otherwise about it. I feel like you can't accept the fact that someone like this is your spouse. There's an advice to this pile; believe in your intuition. That person is your spouse stop ignoring it.

Possible placements for him

Air placements (Gemini, Libra and Aquarius). Sagittarius, Capricorn. Jupiter, Pluto, Mercury dominant, Air dominant. Stallium in the 3rd, 11th,7th house. A little bit of pisces. Or 12th house stallium.

Pile 4 - the gifted lady

Your current energy

So, I'm picking up on a male and this male (doesn't have to be) or a person is from 20 to 35 (This age range) is either love bombing you. Or pursuing you continously. I see that you are kind of anxious or blinded whether this person is serious or not. I see that this person is smart. He could be a sagittarius, or Aquarius. I see that this person feel that you are easy to get or you are in love with him that any action he does will woo you. What you feel about him is happiness, you enjoy this person's company and you truly like them I see that you are very daring when you are with them. Or this person make you feel like you have infinite possibilities. I see also that this person knows that you love him that's why I got this energy of surrender from you. You might like this person or even in love with them but you feel like they are distant. And you can't truly understand why are those things happen to you. If this is not the case, then the second energy I'm picking up on is that someone is coming in with a love offer to you. This person is emotionally unavailable so please don't bother to build something with them. I see that this person's main motive is sex. If you are expecting to hear from this person; they will text or call you soon. They will offer you two to meet up and you know (hook together). I'm not really sure if you want to be with this person but nothing really will come from them. Nothing serious. I see that you are not seeing things clearly. This person, might come and present himself as someone good and fun to be around but he is a fuckboy so don't give him anything to fuck. Or if you want to then it is on you 🙃. Also I see that many of you know the motive of this person but are paralyzed by their emotions or how they feel towards this person. Please honey leave that dusty to his momma. You need your spouse not this. Anyways, I see that this pile is considering to travel soon, I see a trip after 2 or 3 weeks, days or even months. The dominant energy on this pile are fire placements (Leo, Aries or sagittarius) and air placements (Gemini, Libra and Aquarius).

Who is your future spouse (personality)

I see someone who is very sensitive. Someone who is really shy and dreamy? I'm picking up on a piscesian energy to be honest. This person can detach and leave any situation easily. I also see that this person have a unique perspective on life. He might be someone who is drawn to spirituality and if not then dark science. Like tarot, astrology, magic, occult, Satanism or anything that is considered taboo in your country, this is a general reading so take what resonates. This person is very spiritual too. I see that this person is carefree and can influence anyone easily. You see those people who are cult leaders? I see someone (your spouse) who can change anyone's perspective about the subject he is interested in. Let's say that you think magic is harmful okay? This person have the ability to convince you that magic is not really that harmful. What I'm picking up on also is that this person is very good at persuasion. He knows how to win any argument. This person is very responsible despite his dreamy nature. I'm also seeing that this person is very fair. He doesn’t manipulate people at all. I see someone who is isolated or you know a lone wolf. A classic ISTP or ISFP; since this person is not so rational or you know not ruled by their head or brain. This person is balanced, or when you meet him; he will balance out all the areas in his life. I see also that this person is currently collecting money or working very hard. I see that when you meet him, he will be already lunching a project that is related to his career. This person is smart too. And if not then wise beyond his age. Idk why I'm picking up on mercury in pisces. He might have this placement. I see that this person is not so extrovert, you can say he is selectively extrovert. He got to chose who he spend time with, very selective regarding people.

His physical appearance

Well, first thing I'm picking up on is that this person look exactly like one of his family members. He might have a twin or look like his father or grandpa. I see also that this person will have great chemistry with you too. I'm picking up on green and hazel eyes, round face or chubby face, someone who is blonde, brown or his hair color is caramel. This person is very sexy and active. He might not be mascular but still he goes to the gym and do the things that most gym bros do (channeling his frustration into working out). This person's face is very baby like or he have baby face or he look younger than his age. You see those people who you think are in their 20s but they are in like their 30s? This person have this thing. Also this person have a sunny aura. Or a golden retriever energy. Another thing is this person undertone is very fair; almost pale. And if not he have medium or tan skin color. He look boyish or childish. Hmmm, I'm not sure if this apply to everyone but this person physically is sexy or hot I mean his body but his face is very boyish or cute. He might have a light beard too. I don't know why but his ears might be pointy? Yeah I'm picking up on a pointy ears too. His hair is wavy or straight. This person's height is between medium to tall, mostly between 5'9 to 5'11 (175 to 180). His smile is very prominent. And yeah guys I think the smell? He use trendy perfumes. Or if not his perfume could be so special it lingers in you thoughts.

His financial state

This person work as a soldier and if not then his effort got used in return to a very low wage. I'm not saying that he is now broke but he was broke before. I see that someone hired him and used his time and energy to underpaid him. You see those people who work in malls? As cashiers or even clean the floor? This person endured that job and got nothing in return. And then I see that one day he met a man and that man helped your spouse to get a better job and even better payment. I see that your spouse struggled a lot financially. His family perhaps wasn't really that supportive of him so he had to work and earn the money. Now I see that your spouse in a better place financially, there's no more debts on his shoulder. And honestly I see that he possibly might have worked multiple jobs just to earn money and support himself. I see why in the beginning of this reading I felt like he is paralyzed and stuck! Because his financial state literally traumatized him.

When will he enter your life?

10 weeks from now, the cards are telling me that this person will enter your life all of sudden. Or if not then there's something traumatic that is going to happen to you and at that time your spouse will be there. He might enter your life after you broke up with someone or if you're not dating anyone then you might witness a divorce of someone around you. Capricorn season is prominent here. So, this person might enter your life via a woman who is a Capricorn or have earth placements. I see also that you might intuitively know that this is your spouse. Or you might be having a spiritual awakening at the time he enters your life.

Possible placements

Libra, Cancer, Pisces, Aquarius, earth signs (Capricorn, virgo and taurus). Moon, neptune, Saturn dominant in their chart or he have sun or moon or his big six in the 7th, 4th, 12th, 11th house.

Post date: 7th/Sep/2024-Sat

*Feedback is appreciated

[snow-snowball]

My child — my light

Your children have been hurt.

characters: Sylus, Zayne, Caleb, Xavier, Rafayel

w: 4,3 k

warnings: not to be read by anyone who's sensitive about fathers. bullying, mdi, hurt/comfort, fluff, soft, +18, maternity certificate, child abuse. Fem!Y/N

a/n: [Y/D/N] — your daughter’s name. [Y/S/N] — your son’s name. My father is strict and I never tell him if something is happening to me. So I wanted to make the men from LADS into fathers you can only dream of. English is not my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes. Requests are open. Dividers belongs to me.

Sylus:

Lately, you both have noticed that your child has become withdrawn: he doesn't join you at the table, stays silent, and spends all his time in his room.

Your heart aches every time you see bruises on your son's face. You have anxiously asked him more than once, “Sweetheart, what happened? Did someone hurt you?”

He answers your questions sharply and coldly, “No.”And then he goes to his room. At first, it seemed like it was just a teenage phase, but your motherly heart tells you that something bad is happening.

Sylus often spends time with you and has noticed his son's behavior, which has alarmed him. Something had to be done. And so, after another outburst from your son, who retreated to his room, Sylus stroked your head and went after the boy. “Don't worry, Kitten, I'll talk to him.”

After knocking on the door and not hearing a "Come in" in response, Silas stood by the door for a while, thinking about the right words, and then opened it. “Hey, buddy, can we talk?”

“I'm not in the mood... Dad,” your son mumbled, burying his face in the pillow. Taking a deep breath, the man walked into the room and sat on the edge of his son's bed. “You haven't been yourself lately, do you want to talk to me?”

[Y/S/N] shook his head negatively. Deep down, he wanted to talk about what was bothering him, but he was scared.

“Son...” Sylus rarely addresses your child like that, only when he has something truly important to say. “Know that your mom and I have your back, no matter what. We're not your enemies, and we'll always be on your side.” He ruffled his son's hair. “Remember that we care about you and your feelings. You don't have to talk now, but you can tell us whenever you're ready.” Sylus gave his son a gentle smile and got up from the bed.

“Dad, wait!” The man stopped at the door, turning his head towards his son. “I... thank you.”Sylus nodded in response. “And I'm sorry for making you and Mom worry. You know, these are tough times... people have become more ruthless, ha-ha.” [Y/S/N] laughed nervously and looked away. Sylus felt like he was looking at you, because when you're worried, you start laughing nervously and avoid eye contact.

“Are other kids bullying you?” Sylus asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not exactly,” your son said, taking a deep breath.

“Then who?” The man's face became more serious.

“Well, at first, it really was just some kids, and I could handle them myself, but then... their parents started picking on me too. I don't understand why everyone hates me so much... I haven't done anything wrong...” Your son couldn't hold back his tears any longer and began to cry, trying to hide his tears from his father. Sylus took a few large steps and was by his son's side, holding him tightly. “You're not alone. As long as your mom and I are around, no one will dare to even look at you the wrong way.” And so it was. Sylus's anger was uncontrollable, much like your own. As soon as you found out WHAT was happening to your son, you wanted to tear everything apart. How dare anyone touch your child?! Well, let me tell you, you paid back your child's tormentors in full—they're in the hospital with broken bones, and the children are so intimidated that as soon as they see [Y/S/N], they start to shy away. Now, no one will mess with your son everyone suddenly wanted to be friends with the kid whose parents are the most dangerous people in the country.

Zayne:

He's the kind of father who's rarely home due to work. But the moment he gets a chance to see his family, Zayne drops everything. No matter how exhausted he is, his main priority is making sure his beloved princesses are doing well.

Today, he got home earlier than usual, but found the house empty. Glancing at his watch, it was one in the afternoon, so his daughter must be at school. But what about his wife? Zayne kicked off his shoes and headed to the kitchen. A note on the refrigerator read, "Gone to the store, be back soon ♡"

Smiling, Zayne walked into the spacious living room, where a plasma TV hung on the wall. He turned on the news and sat at the table, opening his laptop. Well, while you're away, I might as well get some work done.

About thirty minutes later, you returned from the grocery store, laden with bags. Spotting your husband in the living room, you set the bags down in the kitchen and approached him, kissing him on the cheek. “Hi, honey, how's work going?”

“Hello, darling. Everything's fine. How was your day?” Zayne asked, taking off his glasses and closing his laptop. He pulled you closer by the waist and kissed you softly on the lips. “Oh, Zayne, my day was good too. Is [Y/D/N] in her room?”

At your question, Zayne raised an eyebrow. “Shouldn't she be at school?” He glanced at the time with concern. It had been an hour since he got home, and his daughter still wasn't back.

“What?... Her classes ended half an hour ago, and it's only a 10-minute walk from school...” You tapped your chin, deep in thought. “What if something happened on the way home?!” You immediately sprang into action, heading to the hallway and grabbing your windbreaker. Zayne followed you. But just as you were about to leave the house, the door opened and your daughter walked in.

“Mom? Dad? Are you guys going somewhere?” she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

“Sweetheart! You scared me half to death!” You immediately pulled your daughter into a hug, but quickly released her when she hissed in pain. “What happened? Are you hurt? Where? Here?” You gently touched her shoulder. Her composure crumbled, and she simply burst into tears, burying her face in your stomach.

Zayne furrowed his brow and approached the two of you. Stroking his daughter's hair, he scooped her up in his arms, simultaneously removing her street shoes, and headed upstairs to her room. After tidying up a bit, you followed your husband.

“Snowflake, what's eating you?” Zayne asked softly, carefully laying her down in bed.

“The girls... the girls in my class ganged up on me because a boy likes me... Daddy, it hurts so bad.” She didn't hold back her feelings when she was with her dad. He never pressured her and always knew how to handle these situations. Zayne listened patiently, wiped the tears from her face, and kissed her forehead. “Don't be afraid of anything; Daddy's here.” His words resonated not only with your daughter but with you as well.

You stood outside the door, hearing every word. Zayne never made empty promises. After settling your daughter, he exited her room and noticed your worried eyes. With a sigh, he stroked your hair. “She's being bullied at school.”

“I see...” you said, feeling a surge of anger. How dare anyone lay a hand on your child? You were ready to go and tear them all limb from limb. Zayne could clearly see your fury.

“Honey, calm down. Tomorrow, we'll go to the principal and try to sort things out peacefully...” remember these words, kids, because the next day YOU were the one who had to calm HIM down he froze the principal's office and nearly skewered the parents of the kids who bullied your daughter with icicles.

Caleb:

He loves sparring with his son because it's a chance to bond and teach the kid some self-defense. The only problem? [Y/S/N] takes after you and can't land a decent punch to save his life. He's too worried about hurting his dad. Caleb's always saying he needs more killer instinct.

But lately, your son's been dodging training sessions like the plague. When asked why, he just shrugs it off with a quick, “I'm tired.”

Caleb's not one to force his kid into anything, but it's been bugging him. [Y/S/N] used to be all hyped up for a friendly spar, practically dragging Caleb into the ring. Now, the mere mention of "fighting" makes him clam up. And Caleb's not happy about it. Not one bit.

“Don't you think [Y/S/N]'s been acting kinda weird lately?” You asked, drying the dishes. A mother's intuition is never wrong, and you knew something was up with him.

"Maybe he's just worn out from school?" Caleb shrugged, switching the news to "The Avengers."

“Do you wanna talk to him?” You put down the plate and towel, walking over to him. “I'm worried…” You wrapped your arms around him from behind, nuzzling your nose into his shoulder blade, inhaling his scent.

"I'll try." Caleb squeezed your hand, which was resting on his stomach.

Your son came home from school and went straight to his room without saying hello. He tossed his backpack aside and flopped onto the bed, closing his eyes. But then he remembered the bruises and winced. It hurt like hell. [Y/S/N] started scratching his chest, as if trying to rip his heart out of his body from the unbearable pain. Heartache. Bruises and cuts heal, but a shattered soul? That's another story. [Y/S/N] didn't even hear the knock on the door, his father's voice, or him approaching the bed. Feeling a hand on his head, he startled and turned to see his father's stern gaze. “Dad…”

“I'm here,” Caleb announced, and upon hearing his words, his son launched himself into his father's arms, momentarily forgetting his stinging wounds. “What's been going on with you lately?” your husband asked, gently stroking his son's back.

“I hurt, Dad. I hurt so much.”

You entered the room, instantly drawn to your family. Seeing your son clinging to his father, uttering “I'm not okay,” nearly shattered your heart. Kneeling by the bed, you embraced your child as well, kissing the top of his head. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

“My friends... they're hurting me.” Wriggling out of your and Caleb's embrace, [Y/S/N\] pushed up the sleeve of his shirt, revealing the angry bruises. You gasped, covering your mouth in horror. “But it hurts more here...” Your son placed his hands over his chest, indicating his heart. You and Caleb had instilled in him that you never hurt your friends, so your child never retaliated – because hitting a friend was like hitting himself. But not all kids were raised with the same values. Rage consumed Caleb. He shot up from the bed and stormed out of the house. Where to? Neither you nor your son knew. “Mom... are you... are you proud of me? Did I do good?” your child asked, nestled in your lap.

“Baby, I've always been proud of you, I am proud of you, and I always will be. Listen, just because you consider someone a friend doesn't mean they feel the same way about you. Friendship has to go both ways, not just one. Stick with those who truly value you, okay?” you asked, holding out your pinky.

“Okay.” He linked his pinky with yours and smiled.

Meanwhile, Caleb was raising hell at the principal's office and throwing punches at the fathers of your child's classmates. “If I ever hear that my son is being hurt again, you'll regret it. I'll shove apples so far up your asses, you'll be tasting them for weeks! Got it?!”

Well, the outcome? Your son is no longer bothered one father didn't get the memo and is now in the hospital with apples in his backside.

Xavier:

Your daughter was always a firecracker, that's why absolutely everyone loved her: passersby, classmates, and acquaintances. She could connect with anyone. Xavier saw you in her – just as impulsive as her mother.

But as we know, when someone is widely loved, there are those who start to get envious. They're like snakes, ready to strike at the most unexpected moment: slithering into the soul and thoughts, injecting venom to weaken and incapacitate their victim, making them easier to devour.

Your daughter had a friend, quiet and modest. You and your husband thought their friendship was very harmonious. Thought. Until your daughter clammed up. It was like her mouth had been sealed shut... but with what? Every time you touched your daughter, you felt a strange surge of foreign energy. “Evol?” spun in your head. But as soon as you tried to figure out more, you recoiled from the jolt. While waiting for your husband after his latest mission, you decided to keep an eye on your daughter.

Approaching her room, you felt a dizzy spell, as if something or someone was trying to invade your mind. Shaking your head and drawing your weapon, you quietly opened the door. The room was as dark as the abyss. Suddenly, something crawled on your leg. Barely finding the light switch and flicking it on, you almost fainted from horror: snakes. A huge number of snakes. And in the middle of these vile creatures was your daughter? No... it wasn't her. The girl looked like her, but those serpentine eyes... and oh god... that was YOUR daughter's body?! She lay on the floor, bitten by these creatures injecting their venom into her. “Oh, Mom!” the thing croaked, grinning wickedly.

“Xiangliu...” your daughter whispered, barely opening her eyes. “Please...”

“Silence!” the girl snapped, and the snakes immediately coiled around her feet.

“You're Xiangliu?” Your voice was like steel. “You're my daughter's friend, right? It's not cool to treat friends like that.” You drew the katana from your robe. “That's just not how it's done.” You lunged into battle, but a huge snake slithered out of the ground, blocking the path to Xiangliu. Oh yeah, your roof, and half the house, will need repairs. Just as you were about to cut down the vile creature, you felt a familiar evol and caught a glimpse of light flashing past you. “Xavier!” you cried with relief. But remembering your daughter, you rushed forward, dodging Xiangliu's attacks. Finally reaching your daughter, you scooped her fragile and pale body into your arms. “Honey, please, open your eyes!” You shook her shoulder, but there was no response. “Xavier!” you cried, tears welling up.

“I'll handle this, get out of here!” your husband yelled. You know he can handle it, after all, your husband is the best hunter. Holding your daughter carefully, you raced to the hospital. Thank god it was close to your house.

“Zayne!” you shouted, spotting your childhood friend. “Zayne, help!”

“Get her on a gurney, quick. Venom?” Zayne asked, seeing the purple marks all over her body. You nodded, clutching your hands to your chest and following the doctors. “Don't worry Y/N, I'll make an antidote and everything will be fine.” He gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder before disappearing with the medical team. Slumping into a chair, you closed your eyes, trying to calm down. “Y/N!” You heard your husband's voice and immediately jumped up. “Where's [Y/D/N]?”

“Zayne and a team of doctors are on it. They're working on an antidote...” You buried your face in your husband's shoulder, tears welling up. Right now, all you could do was pray that your daughter would be okay. “And where...?”

“I handed her over to the police for safekeeping,” Xavier replied, knowing exactly who you were talking about. You both sank into the armchairs, waiting for Zayne.

About three hours ticked by before Zayne finally appeared. “The poison was potent, but I managed to find an antidote. She's sleeping in a room now; you can visit her.” Zayne's calm tone instantly eased your anxiety. She was going to be alright.

“Thank you, Dr. Zayne,” Xavier said with a slight smile, shaking the doctor's hand. Zayne returned a polite smile and, with one last glance at you, left.

Gently easing the door open, you both stepped inside. Your daughter was breathing softly, looking less pale than she had just hours ago. You let out a shaky breath and stroked her hair. “Mom?... Dad?...” her tiny voice whispered.

“Stay still, princess,” Xavier said, rubbing his thumb over her palm.

“What happened? All I remember is playing hide-and-seek with Xiangliu at her house, and then... nothing.” You and Xavier exchanged a look of dread.

“When did you play hide-and-seek with her?” you asked, glancing at the calendar. If your daughter had been acting strange for the past few days, was that really your daughter at all?

“Well, you let us play outside so we wouldn't break your favorite vase.” Oh no... no, no, no. Three days! For three days, some other girl had taken your daughter's place! How could you have been so blind?! “I'm such a terrible mother...” Tears streamed down your face. “I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!”

“Mom... why are you crying?” The girl looked at you with confusion, then at her father. “Dad, what's wrong with her?”

“Nothing, honey, your mom's just being an overprotective worrywart, you know how she gets. You get some rest; Mom and I will check in on you later,” Xavier lied, not wanting to scare your daughter. Taking your hand, he led you out of the room. “You're not the only one who dropped the ball, honey. I didn't like that girl from the get-go, so I'm just as guilty for not voicing my suspicions.”

“We could have lost our child... I'll never forgive myself.”

“Me neither. That's why we'll make it up to her and keep a closer eye on her, especially when it comes to the people she brings into our home.” Xavier chuckled, remembering the time your daughter brought home a homeless man and introduced him as her friend. The look on Xavier's face had been priceless. The man now works as your gardener, by the way.

“That's for sure,” you said, smiling, understanding what your husband was laughing about.

Yes, you'd made a mistake. But together, you would fix it and become the best parents you could be. With parents like you, [Y/D/N] would definitely be safe.

Rafayel:

Rafayel was throwing a grand exhibition and needed his gorgeous wife by his side to help greet guests. The only problem? They had no one to watch their son.

“Maybe we should hire a nanny?” You suggested, scrolling through profiles on a website.

“Hmm, not a bad idea. How about this one?” Rafayel said, pointing to a young woman. “Lots of stars and rave reviews.”

“Alright, I'll give her a call.” After dialing the number, you arranged for her to come over the next day. “Okay, great, thank you.” Gently massaging your temples, you headed into the living room, where Rafayel and your son were painting.

“That's awesome! You're doing great! Definitely his father's son!” Rafayel proudly raised his brush, smirking.

“Mommy's!” [Y/S/N] exclaimed, spotting you. He hopped off the chair and ran to give you a hug.

“WHAT?! How dare you steal my son from me, woman!” Clutching his shirt dramatically, he placed the paintbrush on his forehead and pretended to faint.

“Such a drama queen,” you sighed, and your son nodded in agreement. “Listen, sweetie, your dad and I need to go to an important event, and we don't have anyone to leave you with. So... we decided to hire a nanny for you. Be good tomorrow, okay?” You stroked your son's hair.

“You got it, Mom!” He squeezed you tightly, smearing paint on your clothes. “Oops...” Your son stepped back and looked at your stained outfit. “Mom, I didn't mean to!” He ran to Rafayel, hiding behind him. “Dad, save me!”

“Ooh! You finally remembered you have a father?” Laughing, Rafayel lifted your son above his head and started spinning him around. Laughter filled the room, creating a warm, familial atmosphere.

The big day arrived in no time. You and Rafayel got ready and waited for the caregiver, explaining everything that needed to be done. The girl seemed sweet, so you didn't worry too much while you were at the exhibition.

However, as soon as you and your husband left, it was like a switch flipped. The girl acted like she owned the place: she grabbed some chips from the cupboard, turned on the TV, and... SHE SPILLED ON RAFAEL'S FAVORITE COUCH!

“That's Dad's favorite couch! Don't mess it up!” your son exclaimed, standing in front of her, blocking the TV.

“Get lost, kid.” She shoved him aside, popped a chip in her mouth, and your son hit his head on the couch edge. He clutched his head and started to whimper. “Can you shut up?!” she barked, cranking up the TV volume.

“Leave me alone!”

“That's it! You’re just too much!” She found some tape in the kitchen and, wrapping his mouth and limbs, carried him to the closet. “Sit here and think about your behavior, you little brat.” She even switched off the light. For some reason, your son was terrified of the dark and never slept without a nightlight. Panic gripped him; he cried and tried to kick the door with his swaddled legs, but he was too weak.

“I’ve got a weird feeling…” you murmured after greeting another guest.

“Maybe you’re just tired?” Rafayel shrugged.

“No. We need to go home. I have to see my son.” You rushed to the exit, your heart racing.

“Sweetheart! Wait!” But you didn’t reply. “Oh, that woman. Hey!” He called his assistant. “There’s hardly anything left to do, so finish the show yourself, alright?”

You could feel that something was off.

As you swung the door open, an eerie silence greeted you—no one was in sight. But then, a loud voice broke through the stillness. A television show, perhaps? You stepped into the living room, your heart pounding, and froze in shock. Rafayel stepped forward slightly, his expression mirroring yours, both of you utterly dumbfounded.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” he exclaimed.

“Why are you here so early? This isn’t what you think!” the girl began to stammer, her eyes wide with panic.

“Are you kidding me?!” you shot back, leveling a steely glare at her.

“Exactly! You were just five minutes ago fooling around with some loser on MY couch!” Rafayel shouted, his anger boiling over.

Meanwhile, your mind raced as you scanned the room for your son. Where could he be? Panic clawed at your stomach until your ears caught a faint knocking sound coming from the pantry. With urgency, you flung the door open. What you saw made your heart drop—there was your son, tears streaming down his cheeks, wrapped in duct tape.

“Mommy!” he cried, and you rushed to him, your heart breaking at the sight.

“Shh, sweetie, it’s okay. Mama’s here,” you whispered softly, carefully peeling the tape away from his small frame. Just then, Rafayel stormed in, his eyes blazing with fury as he locked onto the so-called "nanny."

“What the hell is going on?!” he barked, his rage palpable.

You held your son close, cradling him against your chest as if that alone could shield him from the chaos erupting around you. The tension in the room crackled like electricity, and you felt a fierce protectiveness take hold.

“I’m going to get to the bottom of this,” you said with steely determination, heart pounding in unison with his.

“She's wrecked Dad's couch! I told her not to mess it up! She shoved me, and I hit my head and started crying!” With tears streaming down his cheeks, your son lamented about the girl. “And then she wrapped me in tape and locked me in the pantry without any light.”

“Rafayel, hold our son for a minute.” You lifted the little boy and handed him over to Rafayel. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, your husband is a true gentleman who would never lift a finger against a woman, even if she were as terrible as this nanny. But you could, because you're also a woman.

With a fierce determination, you pushed her into the hallway, where she collided with the corner of the wall. Standing tall before her, you seethed, “You laid hands on my son?!” Grabbing her by the hair, you delivered a sharp slap across her cheek, pulling her toward the door with a firm grip.

“It hurts!” she screeched, a mix of outrage and fear in her voice.

“Good,” you shot back, your eyes blazing. “Maybe you'll think twice before laying a finger on my child again.” The air was thick with tension, a silent understanding that you wouldn't let this slide. In your mind, you were ready to do whatever it took to protect your family.

“I'm telling you, my son was hurting too, you little witch!” You hurled her out the door with a fierce shove. “This is just the beginning. I’ll make your life a living hell, you little brat.” Slamming the door behind you, you returned to your loved ones, planting soft kisses on their foreheads and wrapping them in warm embraces. “I wish I could've just taken her out,” your husband chimed in, pouting playfully.

“Looks like you've taken on the role of dad's personal bodyguard, huh? Desperately defending my favorite couch, like a true hero!” He scooped your son up and, with a playful flourish, set him down on the floor, heading toward the bathroom for the first-aid kit.

“Y/N! You coming or what?”

“Yeah! Just tidying up a bit, I’ll be right there!”

“Mom! Hurry up! Dad doesn’t know how to handle wounds!”

“Not true! I totally know what I’m doing!”

“Get that enema away from my head! Mom! Please!”

And just like that, the house buzzed with that familiar family atmosphere again: laughter, playful chaos, and a guy who practically jumped out the window to escape your wrath, fearing he'd end up just like that girl he cheated with.

in love? I know it's impossible to resist that look. (LMAO God, I sick in the head🤪)

(Kkkk LMAO! I'm sorry about that, but I couldn't help but make a joke.)

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[joculatrixster]

"ill admit i dont watch sos nor raft streams but im calling out ppl who r calling scott specifically abusive and ive literally never seen anyone as vilinized as scott in fics i can think off the top of my head 3 fics ive seen where scott is the vilian and portrayed as jimmys abuser which is NOT true for anyone u mentioned." You can't say Scott is the only one villainized in the same breath as admitting you haven't seen content where other CCs get villainized by the audience.

Many of the *exact same people* who criticize Scott have also come out with posts talking about how uncomfortable Sausage makes them, some of them specifically citing his behavior toward Jimmy in SOS. Of course, I can't say that's true for everyone in fandom who criticizes Scott, but in my experience people critical of Scott are critical of others, too, regardless of their sexuality. Saying the criticism is fueled by homophobia doesn't track when the people criticizing Scott are also criticizing straight CCs/characters for very similar things.

Everyone has a different fandom experience based on what circles/fan archives/discussion boards they're on, and even on the same site people can have different experiences because of stuff like algorithms and who you're following. IIRC I have seen a fic where Grian, Jimmy, Joel and Lizzie were all siblings and Lizzie called out Grian and Joel for not being good brothers to Jimmy, while the only fic I've seen with Scott being "villainized" was a short ficlet where he did something small out of jealousy that didn't have any long term effects. I have actually gone *looking* for toxic FH fanfic and not found any. (I like complicated messy relationship story lines, so I feel like toxic FH in fic form would be fun to read.) Obviously this has not been your experience, but you seem to be treating your fandom experience as if it's the same for everyone else, which it's not.

its nnot just my experience when multiple multiple ppl have spoken out about how prominent it is specifically for scott again if its just a small issue id understand but the normalization is insane, ive seen a fic where scott turns jimmy into his pet doll and he needs to be saved from his clutches. ive read a gic where scott kills pearl and wants to destroy the entire world and has jimmy as his pet who he promised to keep as long as he stayed uner his thumb. ive read a fic where scott just leaves jimmy at the alter and pearl hunts him down and lashes out violently at him and we r meant to side w pearl for attacking him bc he didnt feel bad for poor jimmy. these were not obscure fics or small fics. u seem to assume an issue others r clearly pointing out theyve seen way more than others is only something some fridnge guy is complaining about instead of perhaps something UVE missed hm? uve seen 1 fic where joel and grian r kinda shitty to jimmy and get called out ive read multiple fics where scott breaks down jimmy as a person and needs to be saved from him, ive seen multiple posts calling irl scott smajor am abuser bc of one clip, ive seen pll say jimmy deadass is uncomfortable w FH and doesnt like scott which is just weird ass behavior. yes sausage gets flack i belive this but i haven't seen a shit ton of fics making sausage break jimmy soan mentally then get killed or punished in the end for being an irredeemable abuser. ive seen multiple of that for scott or just seeing scott in general in a veryyy negative light which is clearly due to an unfavorable interpretation of his character. which is fine, but name three fics where grian is intpreted that unfavorably w over 100 kueos. no seriously show me the fics where grian dies in the 3nd and its a thing everyone is happy about in the ficand they do not mourn him at all bc they hated him. go on!

its funny how ur orignal anon nitpicked my post and ur reply again nitpicks one part of a wider post as if the point i said was even what ur replyin to, im talking fandom space but even if i wasnt im talking life series fandom while i do mention oli thats just to ponnt out that One scott clip is not Just a scott thing, girl. vilinized in life series aka what i tagged, dont be stupid here its literally just making u look stupid 😭i used grian as an example bc hes someone who acts similar in the space i was criticizing and not sausage bc i am aware things may be different in a DIFFERENT context. ur majorlyyyy derialing and not rlly proving me wrong ur just proving that u dont rlly get what im saying which is fine but also all ur points r just...not disproving anything l. ur example is 1 grian and joel being criticized in one(1) fic(which is not what vilianized even means dude but hey ill give u this u did find one somewhat grian neg fic!) and 2 a guy not even in the fandom i tagged. girl...

[leastdatablebracket]

QUARTERFINALS, MATCH 4

Propaganda under the cut!

Joseph Christiansen

Propaganda

So many reasons. He's already married, he's a jerk to his wife, he's already slept with at least one of the other romance options. That romance option goes to you before a date with Jospeh and damn near begs you not to be stupid and go with him. The worst part? You put up with all this and he leaves you to "work things out with his wife". She deserves so much better than him! One of the writers even said he's a sociopath. 

Married and a youth minister.

Cheater, cringe man, father of creepy children, possibly evil cultist, left a guy feeling used which said guy also became friends with Joseph's wife who appears to be an alcoholic likely as a coping mechanism since she's married to Joseph

He cheats on his wife, has done so before, lies to you by claiming that he's going to leave his wife when he clearly never intends to (and, in one ending, will even cheerfully suggest that you two continue having an affair in an extremely sleazy way), and judging by the fact that the other guy we know he cheated on his wife with, Robert, hates Joseph and is now very close friends with his wife, it seems clear to me that this whole "purposefully mislead someone into sleeping with you and then later drop the bomb that it was an affair" thing is repeat behavior with him. Also, I just find much of his behavior to be very manipulative and controlling; there are many situations where it seems to me that he's actively trying to paint others in a negative light while still coming off as saintly himself, such as an early scene where he subtly implies his wife is a shitty mom because she *checks notes* let their toddler out of her sight... during a neighborhood barbecue in a fenced-in yard surrounded by trusted adults and other kids. Also notice how in this scene he pushes *her* to go look for their son, rather than just looking himself, all while keeping up his "long-suffering husband" act. (and in other scenes can be found letting his other young children wander off into the woods with sharp implements and visibly not caring, but whatever). He does this with Robert, too -- the other guy he had an affair with. Almost everything he says about or to Robert is a subtle jab about his personality or his alcoholism. Classy, Joseph. Meanwhile, the fact that you can't actually end up with him in the end (because he was never going to leave his wife for you) started some of the most volatile discourse in the fandom and had people calling the devs homophobic and claiming they were spreading a message about "gay men needing to stay in loveless abusive marriages to women" (just ignore the fact that there are several other divorced gay dads in this game who all have great relationships with their kids and are not demonized in the slightest). HOWEVER, if you see people claiming he's a cultist or demon or something, that's untrue and was just going to be a non-canon spooky alternate ending that ended up getting cut. So I empathize with him a little bit for getting literally demonized by some fans for that cut alt ending. But he loses all those points by cheating on his wife multiple times and showing clear intent to continue doing so.

He's still married when you start dating him. He's also got like 5 kids that are some "children of the corn" kinda shit, and all their names have "Christ" in them

You don't even get to date him he's still married to his wife who he doesn't get along with. Tragic really

Cullen Rutherford

Propaganda

stupid racist cop creep whose fans cry about how hes "changed" and "you can't judge him he was addicted to magic drugs" nah he still chose to be a racist cop and abuse his power over innocent people and i hate him. the writers making him romanceable in da:i after how blatantly horrible he was in da:o and da:2 is baffling but i guess they had to appeal to the part of their audience who watch those "mafia boyfriend" videos on tiktok or whatever

He's creepy in origins, though still 100% willing to kill the female mage pc he's crushing on, as well as all the other mages trapped in the circle with him. He's the second-in-command in an even worse circle in 2, listening to and defending the increasingly obviously insane meredith until literally the end. He's one of the people still pushing for the circle system by inquisition, and yes he's going through withdrawals and working through the traumas of previous games. And to be brutally honest his was the first romance i took and while i don't remember much from it, its not worth all the girls going absolutely nuts over knockoff terrible alistair.

He's basically a cop who thinks being born a certain way can revoke personhood and by Inquisition still thinks mages are monsters to be controlled, not people. He gets a fairy tale cutesy romance that focuses on his personal struggles with addiction while showing absolutely no regard to the atrocities he committed and still thinks were justified. He can be romanced BY A MAGE and his actions and beliefs are just glossed over. He believes mages are 'not people like you (Hawke) and me', but if the Warden was a female mage he canonically had a crush on her and would deliberately hang around her despite the fact that he was her *jailer*. If that Warden romanced Leliana, there is war table dialogue in which he pesters Leliana for news of his 'former' crush despite her repeated statement that she doesn't want to talk to him about her. All this shitty behavior and lack of introspection gets swept under the rug by the game, not even giving the PC the chance to really challenge his beliefs. Like damn even Fenris could apologize when he lashed out due to past trauma with mages, and if anyone has a reason to hate mages it's Fenris. If you want an ex Templar hottie Alistair is RIGHT THERE. Tbh I know Cullen is a popular romance and I'm not here to tell anyone what they can or can't do or like in a video game, I'm just saying I think he is deeply undateable

Spends the first two games as an antagonist, fervently devoted to the cause of subjugating mages, then a bunch of "character development" happens off screen and the games treat him like he's completely reformed. However he's actions make it clear he still sees mages as dangerous and lesser. Not to mention if you romance him with an elf he doesn't pay your culture more than lip service respect like most of the devout characters 

He was a total villain in the first two games who was violently prejudiced against mages and uses one single bad experience as an excuse for it (a bad experience that is pretty much exactly what he in his job subjected graduating apprentices to, mind you, but this is never brought up). Now he says he's changed, but his words and actions say otherwise. He still distrusts mages, sympathises with the rebel Templars trying to kill them, and he never owns up to the terrible stuff he did and helped others do in the past two games. He totally knew what Meredith was doing and says he doesn't, and he still tries to defend her intentions. And you have no option to call him out on it. If you romance him as a mage, he angsts about how he might have seen you as subhuman in the past but NOW you're one of the good ones, and when you ask him if he'll kill you if you get possessed, he dodges the question. And the PC is written as being almost sad that she's a mage? Like 'can you love me despite what I am??' Also if Leliana romanced a female mage PC in the first game who is still alive, he asks her creepy questions about their relationship. Fitting considering his original purpose was to be creepy to the female mage Warden. 

I hate him and want to cause chaos. Plus his VA is an asshole.

Cop

I think you covered almost everything but don't forget that beautiful moment in DA2 - Act 2 where you find out some templars had a petition to lobotomize all mages and Meredith, THE HARDCORE TEMPLAR LEADER, rejects it, but Cullen says they got a point. Despite the fact that we just found out that those templars were using lobotomy (or the threat of) to rape people and get away with it. And then Cullen in DA:I is whining that anything that happened it's not his fault because Meredith kept the worse away form him so he didn't know, but also that anyway Meredith had a point and did what she had to do. Meredith does not go mad until Act 3, before she was of sound mind and Culllen was her second in command BECAUSE he hated mages as much as (or even more) than her. What the FUCK did she even hide from you, Cullen. Oh, but he changed! Because the writers make A VICTIM OF THE TEMPLARS say so. And anyway he only says so BECAUSE HE READS MINDS not because Cullen did anything to show it. Also the narrative wants to sympathise with Cullen for his drug problems while Cullen is openly attacking the only other character with the same problem for...having the same problem. And he's the antagonist, so there were OTHER things Cullen could be mad about. But he is mad about the drug problem. Also I'm not an expert on writing characters with addictions but he is an addict only when it's time to have a cut scene where you pity him. Otherwise it has zero impacts on everything else.

[mythvoiced]

Men of all cultures and all times and all dimensions have found relatively dull, boring ways to describe women like Akina. Vixen, witch, equaled to all sorts of spirits and animals, punished for how beautiful they are merely because they had the audacity of being smart on top of it.

Using any of them to describe Akina right now would work for the scene she's setting up. Her arms barely a weight around his neck, his smoke mingling between them, as if attempting to create a barrier Karube is too cowardly to properly set up between them - his name is divine on her tongue, to his ears - because could he survive losing the one good drug he's got left?

'Drug', that's another one.

Women are rarely women these days. They're only whatever they're compared to, only how negative the impact a man's reaction to one has on his own life. If he cheats, if he kills, if he hurts, if he leaves, it's always her fault, she wasn't enough, she was too much, she wasn't exactly what she needed to be, and she was too good at being exactly what she was supposed to be.

There's no winning.

He doesn't know any of this on his own skin.

All he knows is that he cares, every now and then, to figure out better ways to describe Akina Mori.

He's never been particularly eloquent, though.

His eyes have to do the talking for him, black to contrast with the faux colour of his hair, black to contrast with her deeper night, as if she were all the witching hours at once, and he's a room you've turned the lights off in. Hardly the same thing, though one terrifies for the power of the unknown natural... and the other for the lack of luxury, the lack of privilege, the lack of money.

Akina is a force of nature and Karube is just a poor looser wallowing in self-pity, surviving one sliver of attention at a time, hating himself for it the moment evening comes.

He stays silent for a long time.

He doesn't push her away, or try to move away himself.

He takes another drag and admires her as if he's allowed to, as if he's in any way entitled to the sight of her. Or maybe like he's conceding, doing this, partaking only because she's provoking. Granting agency only when it's convenient.

"Says a lot more about him and you, than me, don't you think?" he replies in the end. His tone is softer, but it lacks in warmth. The second man, again and always. Does it truly bother him?

Does he love Emi?

Does she make him feel like there's a point to it, the way she does?

Does it only bother him because it encompasses the role he feels he plays in life: a thrift shop, along with all its assumptions and reputations.

"You said 'she thinks'," he goes back to, leaning into the counter, as if relaxed under her arms, in this position. What if they get caught? Unlikely. But what if they do?

"Does that mean you aren't friends?"

    i'm helping her cheat on our boss .

 her mouth hangs open then pulls into a cute ' o ' shape , all the theatrics to irritate him further . as if she's just received the juiciest gossip of her life ; SHE NEVER UNDERSTANDS THE LOGIC OF CHEATERS . if you're not ready to be with one person then it's useless to force yourself to , though she completely ignores the fact that some people are living for the thrill of it . well , akina often gifts them with the thrill of worrying about her seducing their dads when they get too close and personal with her . always works .

 ❛ not stupid , maybe . but god , s o desperate . ❜ a disgusted twitch of her nose . what akina can be proud about is that she has , never will , and couldn't do it . ❛ she thinks i'm her friend , silly . ❜ that's why she makes the mistake of talking to akina about these stuff . after a few seconds , she's changing her position ; she's swiftly jumping to sit on the bar counter in front of him . nobody would walk in at this hour , and emi already texted her this morning that her boo had taken her out for a road trip . palms grip the edge of the counter , as she leans in . staring straight into his dark gaze ; you'd need a map to get out of them . ❛ say , daikichi . i'm still dating jito . would you help me cheat on him ? hm ? ❜

 it's an UNNECESSARY use of power against someone who's obviously suffering from the fact that they're the second one ; the other one , the one who's too easy to let go , to replace even . akina isn't him , will never be him — it's irritating her . and she's pouring her bitterness on him . before he can reply , she's snaking her arms around his neck , head tilting to the side like a patient predator . then comes a quiet whisper ; ❛ scratch that . . . i wouldn't even look at him if i saw you . ❜

[etherealvoidechoes]

Snickering as I realize Thaddeus will punch Asaru(+current host) when they meet again before hugging them.

He is still very salty the alien got his pilot wings clipped and kept him grounded as he was a potential host.

[saeyoungs-angel]

⨳​ unhappy ending — mystic messenger

starring. 707 & you

plot. your own issues sabotage the happy ending you're meant to have.

genre. angst

cw. 707 route spoilers, implied eating disorder sort of, heavy self-deprecating and self-sabotage thoughts, just overall kinda depressing lol, cussing

notes. ayoo wanted to try a new kinda writing style, no talking in here just thoughts, ps if u ever think about urself like this just know ur my friend so stop talking about my friend like that they deserve much more >:( pls take care of urself ily <3

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3

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you hate this, you loathe every second you spend locked in this apartment. you hoped having him here would quell your ever-racing mind, yet all it did was stir up extra anxiety in yourself.

how long had he despised you? had he been planning to never get close to you all along? this distance that's now woven between your friendship—the friendship that you'd intended to take further—strangles you at night when you try to sleep.

your eyes are weary when you speak to him now, every step you take to fix things only throws you further down the cliff you've found yourself on.

during your nightly bout of racing thoughts, his words trickle back down to your ears, poisoning any chance of sleep you once had.

‘whatever you want from me, i can't give you. you'll only get hurt trying to pursue me like this, not to mention i don't want it!’

it hurt, it definitely hurt, but you pushed through the dark tunnel in hopes of light at the end. you pushed and pushed, clawed your way back up until he held a decent conversation with you. a conversation that started light and calm, but quickly twisted towards utter disgust as you attempted reconciliation with him.

god, it hurt so much. you use to think that he was just pushing you away, but maybe you genuinely saw it incorrectly. you shone a spotlight on him in your mind, one that washed away all the negatives and placed him on a pedestal. were you wrong for that? did you expect too much of him, or were you just hopeful?

hope isn't a terrible thing, right? you thought and thought, since hope was your only friend nowadays. a conniving, toxic friend that you clung to in fear of rejection.

are you hurting him by shoving your feelings onto him? if the feeling is undoubtedly not mutual, then aren't you making him uncomfortable? the questions you bear with you, looking for the right time to ask, never fall from your lips—never once.

you don't wish to start another fight with the person you love, and ‘wow’ you think, maybe you're wrong for loving him? if he shudders at how you feel about him, then aren't you burdening him with it? would it be best to hide it..?

you're a disgusting person for trying to manipulate your way into his heart, if he closed it off then that's what he desires, right? he doesn't want nor need a single sliver of your affection, so why do you give it to him in handfuls?

disgusting

as the days grow longer, your shared words are shorter. a mere good-morning creeps up your throat, only to feel it constricting at the thought of it being unneeded, just like everything else. had you fucked up so much, that you can't take it back? you can't even have a friendship?

disgusting

you don't look his way, knowing you'll only further unease him. he buys food only to have it expire, neither of you willing to eat. had you always been like this? you can't remember, days mushing together as they all feel the same now. wake up late, avoid burdening him, drink some water, check the group chat but don't reply, and sleep when your thoughts finally calm.

disgusting

you hate yourself, and everytime he crosses your mind you're reminded of that very hate. you hate yourself for trying to force him to like you, you hate yourself for making him uncomfortable, and you hate yourself for simply hating yourself. yet, you deserve it, right?

it's only when you slip out of the apartment quietly to get some fresh air, a hand covering your mouth and dragging you off, your phone beginning to blare with worry-induced calls, that you finally realize—

maybe you were wrong this whole time?

or maybe, that's just your old friend hope, wiggling it's way back into your head again.

𓆩☆𓆪

feedback is extremely meaningful!

[mageofseven]

If matchups are open may I request one? I’m fine with being matched with any of the boys.

My pronouns are he/him. I have a shy personality and can be socially awkward especially around new people. People often see me as aloof and closed off but in reality I am just very anxious in social settings. I also have trouble trusting and opening up to people so I always take things extremely slow when it comes to new friendships/relationships. Around people I trust I am much more extroverted and confident in myself. I still have a habit of hiding my struggles though mainly because I hate making people feel worried about me so I tend to act like everything is fine even when it isn’t. I’m very protective of the people I care about and I also tend to be the cheerleader of my friend group since I will support them no matter what.

My hobbies include dog training (positive reinforcement only), hiking, spending time in nature especially since I live in a wooded area, meditating, listening to music, and reading. I am big on environmental conservation and treating others with kindness. People who are hateful or judgemental of others make me uncomfortable and I am very sensitive to things like that because I feel bad for the people who are being talked about in a negative light. I’m not into things like trends and I’m usually completely out of touch with celebrities and things like that which can sometimes make it hard for me to relate to people my age.

My dislikes include gossiping, being center of attention, being far from nature, and not being able to have space when I need it.

I have OCD and this can cause me to be extremely paranoid especially when exposed to one of my triggers. I also have compulsions which I am embarrassed of and I get intrusive thoughts daily. This is why I am passionate about things like therapy, understand psychology, and practicing coping mechanisms like meditation which has helped me a lot.

Hmmm. Okay~

So two Boys popped into my head for you, but one way more strongly than the other.

Because of this

I pair you with...

Solomon

Honestly, I think you're quiet and aloof nature would be too tempting for this man and he'd love teasing and flirting with you just to see what reactions he can get out of you.

Whether you love him or hate him at this point doesn't really matter--you are stuck with him.

Over time, this cute pest of yours would get to know you easily to the point where he knows what your feeling from exactly one muscle twitch in your face. I know, it's weird, but this sorcerer man has been around for a hell of a long time and has become an expert at reading people.

When you two get closer, he'll stop messing with you in ways he knows you hate and will only tease you in small ways.

In truth, this man won't be able to recognize when he gets so protective of you, but once he sees it in himself, he just accepts it and goes with the flow he's found himself in.

Again, this man can read you incredibly well so even if you try to hide your emotions, you'll fail with him. When he sees you getting overwhelmed, he finds a way to get you out of the situation that's causing it. If he can tell your mind is racing with bad thoughts, he'll try to distract you or ask if you'd like to talk about them. This is a man who notices every little detail about you and uses that info to take care of you the best he can.

On the interest side of things, I can see him also loving reading and being in the outdoors. This man often goes searching for his potion ingredients and would love if you tagged along.

Over all, he'll be a thorn in your side, but one you will grow to love and be grateful for 🥰

[ultraericthered]

To point out the huge issue Xehanort became to the narrative isn't really related to what this discussion was. It wasn't wrong or a "fix" to answer a mystery left in the Ansem Reports. It was just the options taken after. A personal issue with writing decisions. I also think my distaste for this is the answering a few questions just to add a dozen extra that the series adopted.

The two things established about pre-amnesia Xehanort in those Ansem Reports were 1: he was found "at death's door", as though he'd been in some terrible battle, and 2: he was strongly implied to have been a Keyblade Master, and that unknowingly summoning his old Keyblade is what opened up Hollow Bastion's secret door. So as ludicrous as the "old guy possessing a young guy" answer was, so long as it kept true to those two established canonical points, it was sufficient and satisfactory as an answer. You're correct to say "the options taken after" were the real problem, and I should note that the first of those was actually impemented into BBS itself in the form of the teenage Xehanort on Destiny Islands: we absolutely did not need that, as Xehanort set up as a colleague of Eraqus and Yen Sid who details his history, beliefs, motivations and plans in his secret reports was perfectly realized as was. And that's before the US release and Final Mix threw in the damn time-traveling Young Master Xehanort...

I don't know why I said that instead of "it became about plot through mystery boxes rather than being about characters".

I get it, though: it's become a story that does things with lore and characters to make plot happen rather than a story with deep lore that has plot happening to characters and characters driving plot.

Not even sure what I was intending here myself but I'll point out that I do think it should've been left to imagination. The nobodies worked best when ambiguous.

Agreed. I'd always liked the idea that Nobodies expressed facsimiles of emotions based on what they knew in their minds they'd be feeling in any given moment, acting out in ways they knew in their minds their original selves would've acted in such circumstances... but without hearts of their own, they just don't feel any of it, which to them would be a stinging reminder of how empty and incomplete they are as beings, making them yearn to feel whole and fulfilled.

And you can see why the "growing their own hearts" retcon in DDD completely diminised and demystified that and I hate it so much.

It's not even a retcon because it was only in spoken word prior to Days while KH2 only displayed Roxas leaving. Yes the initial reason is implied but there was also nothing to stop adding more context which Days did. For better or worse depending on your stance of that title.

I think it would've been better if it actually matched up with all the Roxas stuff in KH2. It just sort of fell really short of doing so for me. Axel and Xion having a negative effect on Roxas, making him more embittered and angry, and pushing him towards why he questioned his connection to the Keyblade and his place in the Organization, would be what this story really needed to call for. Painting the trio in too positive a light and making Roxas a good soft boi who seemed normally happy with his place in the Organization was a huge error.

The actual issue here, for me at that time, seems to have been the story tendency to explain what doesn't need it while over ignoring what does.

Which heavily factors into what you quoted here:

And there's the rub: it wasn't ever about KH2 at all. Nomura is psychologically unable to leave things behind, and the series' situation is not exclusive to KH2. It also tries to "fix" CoM by dragging out the alleged "thank Namine" plot thread and by bringing the Riku Replica back in KH3; it tries to "fix" Days by never letting go of the Seasalt Trio and having Lea and Isa's relationship connect to the plot in any even bigger way; it tries to "fix" 3D by having Dream Eaters play a bigger part in the series' mythos since ancient times via Chirity; it even tries to "fix" KH1 with 0.2 BBS where we see how Mickey lost his goddamn shirt, or with UX where we see what was so obviously a Heartless-making machine is actually a device to send people through space and time! The bottom line is that KH2 isn't to blame. Nomura is.

Should the series have “fixed” KH2?

With the tumblr purge upon us, not sure if I’ll be here after it, minds well get one more fun talk off my chest. This is a topic from this discussion and this one. It’s a notion among many that later titles tackled and explained some stuff put forward in KH2.

Seen as “fixing it” in terms or things introduced. Who is Xehanort? BBS. Why do nobodies act like they can feel? DDD. What was in the letter? Coded. What was Roxas story? Days.

I ask because some like the changes or explanations brought in later titles while others hate the direction the writing took. While KH2 wasn’t the best in writing, many things added to explain it has felt as damaging in other ways.

Personally, in retrospect, I feel these later titles focus on KH2 tied them down. Done more damage than good. KH2 wasn’t great in writing but it should’ve been left be and new titles focus more on what they could offer.

Perhaps having a smaller focus on connecting everything. BBS was key due to Xehanort’s backstory and I feel it could’ve began a new narrative arc. Other titles like Days should’ve been one off story that explored the universe but held no future bearing.

[kazewhara]

i literally just discovered your blog ehe- anyways, if it’s okay with you, could i ask for some familial headcanons for diluc and jean fussing over a (fem) younger sister reader after she catches a cold please? tysm!

a spoonful of sugar.

# — characters: feminine reader (she/they pronouns), jean, barbara, diluc, kaeya, adelinde, crepus ragnvindr

# — summary: “our siblings push buttons that cast us in roles we felt sure we had let go of long ago – the baby, the peacekeeper, the caretaker, the avoider…it doesn’t seem to matter how much time has elapsed or how far we’ve traveled.” – jane mersky leder

# — warnings: n/a

# — tags: hc format, slight canon divergence, diluc angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, familiar relationships, found family, reader is younger than jean but older than barbara

# — notes: ahh, i feel like this is mostly me projecting, since i'm the eldest sibling myself.. man, i wonder what my little siblings think of me, lmao. but! like always, reblogs and reactions are always appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

(NEW!) # — tag list: @marius-z @eternalvvs

(want to join the tag list?)

✧ — 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 — ✧

something that you and your brother have in common is your tough exterior, meaning it would take diluc a while to know that you're sick

hell, you probably wouldn't even know. you both have pyro visions, so you both run warm regardless of if you're sick or not

you go a pretty long time without showing any signs of being sick, so when you pass out while doing some simple paperwork in place of your brother, it comes as a shock to him

i also want to preface this by saying that you and diluc aren't close

you were too young to understand the issue with kaeya.

all you know is that one day you had a father and two doting brothers, and the next day, you were down to one brother who wouldn't so much as look in your direction for a few years.

to be honest, you didn't like diluc very much for a while. he's got a very avoidant method of caring for you, and you hate it

at some point in your life, you desperately tried to get his attention, but as you got older, you just.. stopped.

these days, you don't feel much of anything for him. it's kind of a negative feeling, but if he's not around, you don't care at all. out of sight, out of mind.

diluc's no idiot, by the way. he knows you stopped trying to be around him and he feels guilty, but in his eyes, there's more important things than trying to mend a relationship that's been broken for ages.

he cares very deeply about you -- loves you, even -- but he's not going to go out his way to eat dinner with you or anything like that. he spoils you from a distance, sending you gifts and providing you with things you want and need, but that's it.

in short, the famous ragnvindr siblings aren't the dynamic duo everyone thinks they are. the only person who knows this is kaeya.

(side note: you get along very well with kaeya. he's assumed the big brother role very well in diluc's place, but he'll never rub it in.)

(but rest assured that diluc is very, very bitter about the fact that the man who betrayed him and his family has a better relationship with his sister than he does.)

(will he fix it? no.)

(you and kaeya may have opposing visions, but in truth, you two have more chemistry than anybody else in mondstadt.)

okay! onto to the sickness.

diluc finds out that you've passed out while working a shift at the tavern.

one of the workers from the dawn winery came barging through the door, breathless, and the only thing he could say was:

"it's your sister."

diluc, stubborn as he is, doesn't wait for an explanation. he just closes the tavern right then and there and tries to get home as fast as he could.

diluc barges into your room unannounced, his fiery hair messy and his eyes as wide as saucers. you're laying immobile in your dark room, and you groan when the light from the hallway hits your face. "adelinde, you just gave me medicine," you rasp, your voice deeper and scratchier than it should be. "can i please just sleep--?"

"you're alive."

diluc normally has far more tact -- he would never do something as undignified as burst into someone's room -- into your room -- without apologizing first. but the only thing he could think of as he sprinted here was his father.

crepus' death was sudden and devastating. there was no slow build-up, no time to mentally prepare for a period of grief; diluc had to sit there and watch as life bled out of your father's eyes. he blamed himself for years -- cursed his paltry strength for not being enough to fight for himself. even if he was the youngest cavalry captain, it still wasn't enough. so when he got word that something had happened to you, diluc did something he hadn't done in years.

he panicked.

because he's strong enough now. diluc dedicated his life to having enough strength to defend mondstadt from the abyss order from the shadows -- to defend you from the shadows. if you had died, he felt as though your blood would be on his hands. how could he have obtained all this strength for his home -- for his sister -- and still manage to fail?

never in his life, not since his father's untimely death, has diluc felt as many emotions as he did on his way home to see you. you would have died alone, and it would have been his fault. he has so many regrets when it comes to you, and he never would have been able to try to make it up to you.

so when diluc sees you alive and well (relatively speaking), he drops to his knees.

you, unaware of your brother's internal strife, push yourself up to a sitting position with difficulty and frown at him. "what are you talking about?" your frown deepens. "and why are you kneeling? get up; you look pathetic."

diluc can't help but chuckle. fair enough, he decides. it's fair that you would still hold animosity towards him after all this time. he brought this on himself, after all. and he agrees -- he does look pretty pathetic. the great diluc ragnvindr, once the youngest cavalry captain in mondstadt's history and the owner of the renowned dawn winery was here, on his knees, thanking an archon he didn't care for because you were still alive.

"are you going to get up and answer my question, or are you going to stay there like a crazy person?" you ask. you break into a fit of rattling coughs. for a second, panic starts to bubble over again in diluc's chest, but it's reduced to a simmer once you talk again. "the light is straining my eyes and i want to lay down. if you're gonna stay in here, then close the door."

you were going to allow him to stay? really? diluc makes up his mind faster than he anticipated, rising to his feet and shutting the door per your request. it's almost pitch black in here due to it being late at night and your curtains being drawn. he hesitates for a moment (can you believe it? him, hesitating.) before pulling up a chair at your beside and sitting on it.

neither of you say a word. what were you supposed to say? why was he even here? the silence is so loud it makes diluc's ears ring. he has to say something to you, right? at the very least, he should explain why he's here. but his curiosity starts to burn, and--

"why are you here?"

oh, so you were going to lead this conversation. he can live with that. diluc crosses his arms instinctively. "am i not allowed to visit my sick sister?" he retorts. it comes across much harsher than it should, but he's only matching your tone. plus, he's not sure how to talk to you anymore. the last time he spoke to you, you were but a little girl who just wanted to run through the vineyard and catch crystalflies with her brother.

a fleeting thought crosses diluc's mind. do you still like crystalflies?

you speak again, cutting his thoughts short. "you haven't looked me in the face in years. i have every right to question your presence."

"we're family." diluc squints at you in the darkness. you sort of look like your mother, though he himself can't remember what she looks like anymore. if he had to guess, you're probably a carbon copy of her.

"oh, now you think we're family." you scoff. you wheeze for a moment before breaking into another fit of harsh coughs. you sniff and groan before laying down slowly.

diluc starts to reach out to help you, but catches himself. what was he even about to do? he has no idea how to handle a sick person, especially since that sick person is you. but he can't ignore the familiar sensation of brotherly protectiveness that flares up when he sees you struggling. your words cut deep -- deeper than he ever thought they would.

"i've always thought we were family." he says. he sighs through his nose and cuts the topic short. you're in no position to have this conversation right now. "did the doctor come and diagnose you yet? your cough sounds terrible."

you turn over on your side, your back facing your brother. "yes." your answer is short.

diluc wonders if things would be different if he never avoided you. "and what did they say?"

"why do you care? you're not the one nursing me back to health." you cough again.

"i am, actually." he blurts.

he has no idea where that came from. he's never spoken so abruptly so quickly -- the words didn't even feel like they came from his mouth, but he doesn't feel the need to take them back. he's more than willing to learn how to care for you, and if he can fix your relationship while he does it...

diluc blinks a few times at the realization. that's why he's sitting here, tolerating your snappy attitude.

he just wants to be a family again.

you shoot upwards and face him. diluc can't see your expression well, but he can feel the sting of your glare. your frame wobbles a bit in the darkness -- probably vertigo -- before you speak. "i didn't ask you to do that. don't even think about taking the doctor's place."

diluc clicks his tongue. "i'll do as i please. now, lay back down." he stands and makes his way to the door. he cracks it open, ignoring your furious calls of his name. he turns back to look at you, his body silhouetted by the hallway light. "sleep," he instructs you gently. "i'll be back in the morning."

and like that, he's gone, leaving you alone in the pitch darkness of your room.

so! how does he care for you, exactly?

well, first of all, your cold isn't just a cold. after a few days of diluc trying to nurse you, you both come to the realization that you actually have the flu -- and a very severe one at that.

won't get into the details, but it's disgusting and humiliating, as you can imagine

but... diluc doesn't give up. he sticks to his word and nurses you the entire time, coming to you morning, noon, and night to check on you and administer your medicine

the only reason it takes so long for you to recover is because you adamantly refuse to cooperate with your brother

it's childish and infuriating, but diluc is weirdly endeared by your behavior. he thinks it's cute!

once you give in and start doing as your told, you become compliant and almost amiable as the days pass

you don't ignore diluc's (terrible) attempts at conversation, and the two of you actually.. bond.

but as you two get closer and your relationship improves, you start to notice that diluc is kinda... overprotective.

once you can finally stand on two feet without falling over from dizziness, you've been walking about the hallways at any given opportunity.

your fever has yet to break, but you're still active, and diluc doesn't like it

"put me down!" you flail about in your brother's arms, weakly kicking about to get him to give up. "hey! are you listening?!"

diluc sighs and stops walking. "who raised you to be such a brat?"

"excuse me?!" you stop moving and scowl up at him. "put me down right now, or i swear to barbatos, i'll--"

diluc raises a brow at you. "what, will you try and fight me? i assure you, you will lose. now quit struggling. you're burning up."

the fight seeps out of you pretty quickly. you realize that you're just being stubborn, and that he's right, but...

"i'm not a child. i can walk." you grumble.

"on the contrary," diluc chuckles, "you weren't walking in a straight line. you reminded me of the patrons down at the tavern. you need more time to recover."

only now do you feel the heat in your face. "shut up."

ugh, he's so doting it's almost sickening.

"don't eat this" or "chew and swallow" or "sleep for more than 8 hours"

"diluc, you're gonna crush me under all these blankets."

"oh hush, they're soft."

"uh," your eyes drift to the mountain of blankets on your bed, "i think fourteen blankets would be too much, though."

it's frustrating, but believe it or not, it works!

once you've recovered, a part of your relationship with your brother has as well.

you two aren't exactly joined at the hip, but you're on speaking terms -- enough to joke around and spar with each other from time to time.

and while diluc does still envy kaeya for being so close to you, he thinks that you may be the key to mending their relationship as well. <3

✧ — 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 — ✧

unlike jean and barbara, you aren't related to them by blood

you're actually just someone who was taken in by the knights of favonius at a very young age and grew alongside jean

the two of you trained under varka and share the same sentiments about protecting mondstadt.

while you and jean are the best swordsmen in monstadt, she prefers to be their shield, while you prefer to be their sword.

jean considers you to be her little sister!

not in place of barbara, but rather an additional sister

you two are as thick as thieves but unfortunately, that means you share the same work habits

so you both work non-stop to keep mondstadt orderly and safe, even to the point of exhaustion

and you, my friend, have hit your limit.

"lisa, get barbara, now!"

as you come to, you try to remember what happened in the past fifteen minutes.

you were walking with jean back to your shared office after a long, long day of checking in with the citizens of mondstadt. you remember thinking that fall must be approaching, since every breeze made goosebumps rise on your skin. only in the sunlight did you feel warm, but you didn't think much of it. there was also a strange pressure at the front of your face -- one that made you squint at everything. again, you thought nothing of it, since it was a sunny day.

back at headquarters, you faintly remember telling jean that you were freezing.

"really?" she asked, a confused frown marring her features. "but today is one of the hottest days of the year..."

and then... nothing. you're not sure why jean is helping you into a room to wait for barbara to show up.

an unexpected bout of nausea makes your squeeze your eyes shut. beside you, you can hear someone bouncing their leg rapidly. it has to be jean -- no other knight does that but her. you come to the conclusion that you must be sick; that would explain the chills and dizziness. you're upset that this will interefere with your work, but you're well aware that you won't be able to work properly unless you're feeling your best.

"i'm not dying, you know," you laugh weakly after hearing jean sigh for the fifth time in two minutes. "it's just a cold."

jean sighs. that's six times now. "i shouldn't have let this happen." she mutters. you crack your eyes open to see her worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. she has a lot of habits that no one but you knows she has -- mostly because they're born out of anxiety. "i should have noticed a long time ago that you were--"

"you're doing it again." you chide gently. you don't make any effort to look at her properly. one wrong move and you're afraid that you'll lose what little you have in your stomach. "it's been a decade, jean; how many times do i have to tell you to stop?"

jean gives you a look. "and how many times must i remind you that as your senior, it is my job to look after you?"

her sense of responsibility will surely be her undoing. it terrifies you; the last thing you want is for her to be in your position. she's right -- she's your older sister and in a way, she is responsible for you, but this was your fault -- not hers. you open your mouth to bicker with her, but barbara comes rushing in.

the deaconess sounds frantic. "what happened? is she okay?" she frets over you so much that you have to laugh. it comes out as a nasty cough, and it only serves to make barbara worry more. "oh, barbatos, this isn't good!"

"you two act as though i'm on my deathbed." you cough.

"don't even joke like that!" your sisters say in unison. your eyes are open enough to see them both flush a light pink at their exclamation, but neither of them look away from you.

jean clears her throat while barbara gets to work on healing you. "you of all people know better than to joke in such a manner."

"it's a superstition."

"a bad one." barbara murmurs beside you. you can feel her hydro on your body, but you don't feel any better than before. if anything, you feel worse. barbara seems to notice and quickly stops what she's doing. "i-i don't know what's wrong," she says to jean, "she's not getting any better, i--"

jean lays a hand on her sister's shoulder, offering her a kind smile. you can't help but feel a little bit of pride; they would never have acted like this a few years ago if you hadn't intervened. "you did what you could, barbara. thank you." she turns to you, grimacing when she sees the color draining from your face. "for now, i think we should let them warm up first. they're shivering too much."

your eyebrows twitch up. you didn't even realize you were shivering so hard -- your teeth are chattering, too.

"i-i'll really be okay." you mumble.

jean sighs. that's seven. "lying is technically a violation of the knight's oath."

"k-kaeya lies all the time!"

"that's different." jean lifts you into her arms and follows behind barbara. you cling to her desperately, trying to absorb her body heat for yourself. "you're far from okay." she whispers sadly. "i'm sorry."

jean undoubtedly will blame herself, no matter how much you tell her not to

she can't care for you herself due to your half of the tasks falling onto her, but during any down time she has, she's in your room by your bedside

barbara doesn't leave your side either; she tells the church that she'll be taking a break for a while, just so she can try to care for you

your sisters are out of their depth since elemental healing isn't working, so they both dedicate a lot of time to reading up on medicines that would help you.

"jean, wake up." you gently nudge your sister. she fell asleep along with you a few hours ago after giving you a medicine that would work in your sleep. faint dark circles formed under her eyes from how much time she was putting in to care for you.

"hm, what? oh!" jean shoots upright and presses the back of her hand to your forehead, feeling for a fever. her eyes are still half-lidded and you smile at her. "you don't feel very warm anymore," she says, her words broken by a yawn.

"at this rate, you'll be the one catching a cold. when's the last time you slept properly?" you ask. knowing her, she probably hasn't slept since you fell ill.

probably even longer that, knowing her.

"that's not very important right now." her tone is final. it's her 'grand master' voice; you don't know how she managed to wake herself up fast enough to use it, but she did, and you drop the topic. jean can be pretty scary when she wants to be. "what's important is your recovery. i think hydro healing should work soon."

you frown. "jean, why don't you go home for a while. get some rest." when she opens her mouth to protest, you put a hand out, covering it. "it's not like i'm going anywhere any time soon. go rest, okay?"

there's a brief staring contest between you two before jean gives up. "very well. i'll be back shortly." she says as she heads to the door.

"i hope not!" you call after her.

jean doesn't come back for like, 12 hours.

she was sleeping the entire time, according to barbara.

she comes back completely disheveled and apologetic, fretting over you to the point where she almost gets in the way of barbara doing her job, LOL

overall, jean's a TOTAL worry wart.

and, in the days that follow after your recovery, you find yourself sitting at a sneezing jean's bedside, laughing at her bright red nose.

✧ this kinda makes me wanna go build my jean... yeah i think imma do that, actually, LOL

[yjwhatif]

With the semi/cryptic confirmation of Ed and Barts relationship in the series I have a question:

Do you think everyone knows about them (in world) or do you think they’re keeping it secret from some?

It’s just a thought that’s been in my head recently. It is most likely fuelled by the whole drama of G&B not being able to depict a “specific character” (it’s definitely Bart) as gay. They’ve had to hide the relationship from their audience - because of ridiculous reasons - but there are still moments that bring up the question - Are they? Before the reveals from AskGreg, I kinda thought- well they are clearly not together yet, but perhaps they both have feelings for one another and are just waiting for the other to make the next move because they’re nervous idiots who don’t want to have read the situation wrong — all while their friends are like - seriously guys? just get together already. Kinda like they did in s1 with Wally and Artemis - and I guess early Supermartian as well - which I would have been okay with... though with the likelihood of there being at least another two year time skip you’d probably have missed the getting together moment - which would kinda suck. Anyway. With the information about the chances being they were supposed to clearly be in a relationship throughout S3 — which makes the whole structuring of ILLUSIONS just make sense — it’s got me viewing their moments with a whole new energy. Also, I saw this post by Greg —

And let me just clarify, I have no idea if this is actually referencing the Ed and Bart stuff, it might not be (probably isn't). This is purely me speculating.

My reading of this is they got told they couldn’t depict Bart as gay pretty late on and that specifically affected ILLUSIONS where they likely intended to confirm the relationship with that first shot - the kiss on the cheek moment. Even now that moment is just odd - because it’s there but it’s not - because technically there is no actual kiss… which I think is absolutely the point. It plants the seed without actually breaking any rules - all by keeping the momentum but removing the specific kiss frame. It’s the only moment that I feel is explicit in saying they are in a relationship - everything else you can just read into and imply there’s something - but they technically don’t confirm anything.

The whole thing is actually quite interesting - despite the reasoning for it being totally ridiculous. By keeping/showing what they did... People notice it. People talk about it. People reflect on it. More people talk about it. People writing. Make. Create. Discuss it. An entire audience is formed who want and support it. It’s a whole thing now because people noticed it and generated a positive response to it - and that was before all the AskGreg information. The whole reason YJ got a season 3 is because the fans fought to get it back. Enough people talked about it - and kept talking about it - to convince TPTB that the show should come back. Greg and Brandon know this. They know the power the fans have and maybe they hoped that power would help them again in freeing Bart from these ridiculous restrictions. #letbartoutofthecloset

Obviously, we can't know until S4 is released whether G&B got the permission to confirm Bart's sexuality the way they envisioned - but maybe the responses that came during the release of 3b were enough to convince TPTB that they were fighting a losing battle. But who knows, people in power can be very stubborn at times, so we will just have to see what we get. Fingers crossed they eased up though - and not just because of the Ed/Bart relationship (which I am obviously a fan of -- it's fine if not everyone is) - but because these restrictions on LGBTQ+ content shouldn't be a thing and need to stop -- there is just no validity in them.

Anyhow. despite their not being allowed to officially confirm the relationship, Greg's comment about Ed's having a boyfriend they can't name basically confirms the fact without technically breaking any rules again. Masterfully done Wiesman. With this, it implies the pair are in fact dating during S3 which brings us back to the original question... but who knows??

With the comments of Virgil during ILLUSIONS, it's easy to assume their friends do in fact know. They also seem to have no problem being close and interacting with one another whilst in the presence of others -- that is, except for one moment...

Ever since the first time I saw this episode (ELDER WISDOM) I have always found this moment strange - because Ed seems to get kinda awkward when Barry comes to check on Bart. (Or that's how I see it at least.) He realises Flash is standing there and immediately pulls his head down averting his gaze -- almost like he doesn't want to be seen by the elder. But why? Does Barry not know about the pair -- or maybe he doesn't know about Bart and Ed thinks their current closeness is too revealing -- who's to say Bart's even fully out to the world yet -- who's to say either of them are? We certainly don't since we weren't allowed to be shown. We can't know until we know - so until then we can play the speculation game while we wait.

Bart is certainly a bit of a secret keeper when it comes to being himself. I'm still convinced the Bart we see onscreen is merely his interpretation of what he thinks people expect from a speedster in this time. We saw 'real' Bart, he was snarky and cynical and nothing like the Bart we've had for the past two seasons. He said it himself - he's playing a character - and I don't think he knows how to break out of it - not while the possibility exists that it might hurt those he's grown to care about. Bart wants to be seen a certain way to avoid acknowledging the truth of the past - if people see him as happy and smiley, then no one will question him on things he doesn't want to talk about. The problem with that is you can't hide yourself forever - cracks begin to form and eventually, the truth comes out whether you want it to or not. So who knows how comfortable Bart is revealing any of his true self to those he cares about. Maybe his relationship with Ed will be the thing that finally helps him find comfort in being himself, whilst also trusting others to still accept him as himself... and maybe getting him that bit of therapy he really needs.

This brings us to Eduardo… First, can I just say it made me so happy to see Greg’s confirmation of Ed being gay - though it is slightly annoying that he was robbed of his explicit onscreen reveal in S3 thanks to the drama with Bart. His whole relationship to his powers in S2 to S3 fits the representation of coming to terms with your sexuality/identity from a very negative point of view. Feeling like it’s something that needs fixing or needs to be “cured” - to then finding the light and freedom in accepting yourself for you. His growth between seasons is brilliant. He understands the hate and insecurity the teens are feeling because he felt it himself. He does all he can to help them because he never felt he got that help when he needed it - and no one deserves to feel worse for being who they are. Obviously, the things he talks about are framed in the context of dealing with/accepting the meta-gene - yet there are certain moments where it seems he’s saying more than that…

All of which got me wondering - why did Ed originally runaway? It certainly wasn’t because of the meta-abilities he did not yet have. All he’s ever said on the subject was he thought he wanted to be with his father - the man it seems he barely had a relationship with. No, I think Ed has been running from himself for a long time and his dad just happened to be an actual direction for him to aim for. The way he speaks about his wanting to be “cured” and “praying to get rid of his powers” suggests an upbringing around religion and traditional ideas of there being a ‘normal/proper’ way to be — while anything that doesn’t fit that way is treated as other or something that needs to be changed or 'fixed'. Maybe he ran to avoid being found out and run the risk of being ostracised by those he loved. Or maybe he was found out and leaving wasn’t entirely his choice*. If this was the case, I can certainly imagine him not wanting to come out to his dad for fear of his reaction and completely losing all chance of that father-son relationship they’re both trying so hard to keep. It can seem easier to live in secret than risk the reality of loss. So while the meta-gene likely wasn’t the main thing he was angry about in S2, it was able to become a physical thing he could blame and focus his anger on - without having to think about where his issues truly lied… Though with a bit of time it also became the thing he was comfortable conveying his feelings through...

“I’ve learned to accept, even love my meta-abilities”

I love this line so much and it’s all because of the delivery by Freddy Rodrigues. There is the slightest hint of a pause before he says “meta-abilities”, which gives the impression he was about to say something else before then remembering himself and who he was talking to. Then there’s the small inflecion he put on “love”, which makes it sound like it’s the first time he’s heard himself say the words out loud. I don’t hear him talking about the gene - I hear him talking about finally accepting himself - all of himself - for the first time in maybe ever and finally feeling happy because of it. I hear growth... From being the angry 14-year-old skater who just wanted to run away and escape any way he could. To the 16-year-old councillor/Outsider jumping straight into the danger to protect and inspire those who need it. Both he and Bart are such strong characters with so much more to be seen - especially when it comes to the insecurities which lie behind their masks. They both compliment each other pretty perfectly - both powers-wise and personality-wise - meaning while they try to hide themself from others, I don't think it'll take long for them to realise they can't hide from each other.

Anywho, that’s all the speculatary nonsense I’ve got for today. This turned into such a patchwork of vaguely linkable thoughts I’ve had which barely relate to the one I started with - but that is usually how it goes. Take it as you will…

Also, completely unrelated to YJ, but Bi Tim Drake now exists in dc canon which is really cool - seeing all of the joy it’s sparked has really given me something to smile about this week… There is hope after all. 🌈

— LB ⚡️☀️

* OK so here’s a little random snapshot into the chaos of my mind— as I was writing the Ed stuff I had a scene pop into my head of Ed finally -for whatever reason- having to tell his dad that he didn’t leave his abuelo’s home - he got kicked out. His dads confused about this and asks Why? What did you do? And Ed’s like Nothing… I didn’t do anything wrong… he just… found out something. So Seniors like Found out what Eduardo? And Ed’s getting really nervous now because he doesn’t want to say it - That I, um… I’m… Senior step a fraction closer as he picks up on Ed’s anxiety but remains an appropriate distance - Son? Then after a tensening silence he finally says it - sounding the most vulnerable he has ever been - I’m gay… The silence is there again, heavy and unnerving, neither saying a word. Ed can’t move as he’s lock in his elders unreadable glare. Expecting the worse his head drops to take in the floor - anything that isn’t the disappointment ahead - he feels the urge to disappear burning up inside him - consuming him. Then just as he’s about to escape he’s suddenly grounded by a steadying hand rooting itself on his shoulder. Tentatively he lifts his gaze to witness his father, there, with nothing but love and support in his eyes - Mijo. The clamping in his chest dissipates as all the tension escapes at once, along with the breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. Ed embraces his dad and the elder embraces his son. Together. A family.

Anyway. That’s probably a load of rubbish but hey my minds full of it… but basically I really want to see a tender moment between Ed and his dad. For whatever reason. Something where Ed’s in a vulnerable state and in need of some emotional support from his father - and without hesitation his father steps up - because that’s what we haven’t seen from them yet. It would perfectly portray the strength of their relationship as father and son - despite their previous struggles - and prove that Senior is willing to support his son no matter the situation as the father - not just the scientist. Its the final step in their healing journey and I wanna see it so bad!!

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Home is Where the Hearts Is

Summary: Kairi doesn't like Quadratum. SoKai. A fic written for SoKai Day 2022. KHIV fic. Oneshot.

Home is Where the Heart Is

Sora knew almost instantly upon her arriving there, that Kairi didn’t like Quadratum.

And it was something that the kind Princess of Heart hid pretty well, since Sora told her that they would have to stay in Unreality for a few days, in order for him to wrap things up, before they could go home.

The Keyblade Master knew that Kairi was trying to give this new world the chance that Sora had finally done so in the end… but as Kairi gazed at the monochrome buildings all around her on the days they would explore the city, it was almost like they were stealing the light from her usually so vibrant eyes, Sora couldn’t help noticing.

“What is it about this place that grinds your gears so much?” Sora finally found himself asking Kairi, on day three of their adventure, when he couldn’t bear to see her like this any longer, nor to beat around the bush anymore. They were getting an ice cream in Miyashita Park now, so Sora prayed that it would help take the edge off of what might prove to be a tough conversation.

Kairi was trying. She really was. For instance, she’d taken to skateboarding on some of the railings of this world—even though skateboarding was more difficult in Unreality than back home—like the best of them; and curiously enough, Kairi did enjoy the very modern thing called “virtual reality,” but was afraid of many big screen TVs playing around her all at once. But was Kairi happy in this place that was met to be the Child of Destiny’s kingdom, as well of the Realm of Light was? It was clear that she wasn’t.

“I…” Kairi started. After she was done gaping like a fish, for Sora having guessed what her real feelings were, he guessed.

And the brunet wondered if she was going to say that it was the world selection system here that bothered her so. And if she was, Sora certainly couldn’t begrudge Kairi that. It had taken him forever to figure out how to get to Endor, after all. Give him a gummi ship any day, he thought.

But then Kairi said the simple truth that he should have known all along.

“Well, for one thing, it took you away from us for too long, Sora. And as wrong as it is to blame it for that, I find that I do.”

And at once, Sora felt like the biggest jerk in the world, for not having realized that this was where Kairi’s heart lied.

“Oh, Kairi! It’s okay!” Sora exclaimed, bringing the princess into his embrace now, as the two of them got out of the line and stood beside a bench.

And seeming embarrassed—and was he imagining tears streaming from her eyes and now wetting his shirt?—Kairi buried her face against his chest.

Talking about negative emotions was still sometimes hard for Kairi, since she knew that if she didn’t have a special heart, it would have led to darkness within her. And she almost felt like she was betraying her Princess of Heart status by feeling them at all, so then she hated herself for that betrayal. “I promise that it’s okay. You’re allowed to feel these things. And I want you to tell me when you do, okay?” Sora reassured his girlfriend again, running a hand through her lovely red hair as he did so.

Kairi chuckled at his reassurance—or maybe it was just his hand in her hair, perhaps it had tickled her—and that seemed to sober her up some, so that she could talk about another thing that she didn’t like about Quadratum. “I also don’t like that store that says ‘Loser.’ I know it’s not actually a store. It’s really a charity: and it’s trying to encourage people to come in and willingly ‘lose’ some of their money to help the less fortunate out, but you’d think they could have come up with a better name for it.”

“Yeah, they definitely could’ve!” Sora for sure agreed with that one. He’d felt the same way when he’d first come across the place, and it was for that reason he’d partly hoped that Kairi wouldn’t see it. But she’d just happened to see a banner advertising it, when he’d shown her the building he’d stood atop when he fought Yozora the first time.

“And I’ll tell you a reason that I don’t like Quadratum, Kairi: because it’s not home. And that’s definitely something that counts against it, isn’t it?

“In fact, that’s why Riku’s already packed his bags and gone home, in knowing that I’m safe and in good hands with you,” Sora said, as he slumped down in the pretty grass of Miyashita Park and pulled Kairi down with him. She giggled at that. Especially when a butterfly landed on her nose.

“Too true,” his girl agreed. She gazed into Sora’s eyes then, and Sora thought that she was about to say something about him being her true home, anyway, but then seemed to think better of it, since that would be too cheesy. “But I swear I really don’t hate Quadratum, Sora. I may not have yet come to love it like you have, but if nothing else, the sightly lights in the evening speak to my heart.”

Sora looked at Kairi then. Really looked at her. She was so beautiful and amazing, with her poetic words as always. And he would never regret that he had used the Power of Waking to save her and had ended up here in response to that. He would do so again a million times if he had to for her, in fact.

But wanting to be somewhat poetic like Kairi—if he was her mate, and he was—Sora responded to her with, “Then it’s perfect that we’re going to make a portal to go home tonight. You can look at the ‘sightly lights’ one more time, and then back to the Islands it is!” Just like they’d always wanted to return there and stay!

“Back to the islands it is,” Kairi purred, delicately kissing Sora’s cheek upon snuggling into his lap.

And no words had ever sounded so beautiful.

Author's Note: This story was inspired by me honestly not knowing what we would do in Quadratum after a while—so I guess it’s a good thing that we CAN go to other worlds from there—it honestly doesn’t feel very KH-y to me, and there’s a part of me that’s not that excited about it. So I’m also glad that eventually Sora will be going home, of course, and we’ll also be seeing Realm of Light shenanigans throughout. So I decided to write the idea of Kairi not liking Quadratum (I guess Kairi’s basically my spokesperson here). Because while I don’t think Sora will like it at first either, I think he will eventually. He's Sora. Also, though it’s not a place: there IS a sign that says “loser” that you can see when you fight Yozora in the secret episode of Re:Mind. LOL. For the purposes of this story, I decided to turn it into a location. Happy SoKai Day!

[leastdatablebracket]

ROUND 1.5, MATCH 14

Joseph Christiansen

So many reasons. He's already married, he's a jerk to his wife, he's already slept with at least one of the other romance options. That romance option goes to you before a date with Jospeh and damn near begs you not to be stupid and go with him. The worst part? You put up with all this and he leaves you to "work things out with his wife". She deserves so much better than him! One of the writers even said he's a sociopath. 

Married and a youth minister.

Cheater, cringe man, father of creepy children, possibly evil cultist, left a guy feeling used which said guy also became friends with Joseph's wife who appears to be an alcoholic likely as a coping mechanism since she's married to Joseph

He cheats on his wife, has done so before, lies to you by claiming that he's going to leave his wife when he clearly never intends to (and, in one ending, will even cheerfully suggest that you two continue having an affair in an extremely sleazy way), and judging by the fact that the other guy we know he cheated on his wife with, Robert, hates Joseph and is now very close friends with his wife, it seems clear to me that this whole "purposefully mislead someone into sleeping with you and then later drop the bomb that it was an affair" thing is repeat behavior with him. Also, I just find much of his behavior to be very manipulative and controlling; there are many situations where it seems to me that he's actively trying to paint others in a negative light while still coming off as saintly himself, such as an early scene where he subtly implies his wife is a shitty mom because she *checks notes* let their toddler out of her sight... during a neighborhood barbecue in a fenced-in yard surrounded by trusted adults and other kids. Also notice how in this scene he pushes *her* to go look for their son, rather than just looking himself, all while keeping up his "long-suffering husband" act. (and in other scenes can be found letting his other young children wander off into the woods with sharp implements and visibly not caring, but whatever). He does this with Robert, too -- the other guy he had an affair with. Almost everything he says about or to Robert is a subtle jab about his personality or his alcoholism. Classy, Joseph. Meanwhile, the fact that you can't actually end up with him in the end (because he was never going to leave his wife for you) started some of the most volatile discourse in the fandom and had people calling the devs homophobic and claiming they were spreading a message about "gay men needing to stay in loveless abusive marriages to women" (just ignore the fact that there are several other divorced gay dads in this game who all have great relationships with their kids and are not demonized in the slightest). HOWEVER, if you see people claiming he's a cultist or demon or something, that's untrue and was just going to be a non-canon spooky alternate ending that ended up getting cut. So I empathize with him a little bit for getting literally demonized by some fans for that cut alt ending. But he loses all those points by cheating on his wife multiple times and showing clear intent to continue doing so.

He's still married when you start dating him. He's also got like 5 kids that are some "children of the corn" kinda shit, and all their names have "Christ" in them

You don't even get to date him he's still married to his wife who he doesn't get along with. Tragic really

Jakob

I like the whole "kind of an ass, but ultimately cares about people" character trope, so I latched onto Jakob early in my first playthrough and decided to marry him. Only problem? He gets no character development, ever, and constantly crosses the line from being kind of an ass to being genuinely horrid, at least to people who aren't Corrin. Then I actually married him and found out he doesn't even get over himself after that, he stays exactly the same and turns into a really bad father as well. Sorry, but no. That killed any interest I had in the character.

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if it's not too much to ask, can I ask for (n)sfw hcs of itto x shy afab reader who's an oni just like him? and the reason she's reclusive and doesn't feel comfortable showing her personality is because of how people see her as aggressive due to her horns :( i just need a comforting fic ngl

OOOO BET.

Featuring: Aratakki itto x Oni AFAB Reader

Comfort, Fluff, smut/nsfw elements, improper treatment of oni horns heheheh

SFW Headcanons:

👹 The moment this dingus lays his eyes on you, he's down bad, how could he not be? when was the last time he'd seen another oni? and a GIRL no less??

👹it's basically that one bit from inside out where the boy's emotions are running around, screaming while GIRL. GIRL. GIRL. blares in the bg.

👹 He's not too offended when you shy away from him at first, his first impressions can always be a bit much, and even he knows that, he may have been especially grandiose about it because oh my god pretty oni girl.

👹 Tones it down pretty quick, gets your name, and picks up pretty quickly that you're mad shy, and that's something that takes him a long time to get used to, because he's so used to...well, himself, it's difficult for him to actually imagine an oni being shy, heck, even the blue oni are assertive in their own ways.

👹 He continues to come and see you, slowly trying to coax you out of your shell, he talks about the gang alot, telling you they'd LOVE to meet you, but doesn't try to force it, especially not when he mentions that the gang are all humans.

👹 He does not miss the way your eyes glance upwards to your own horns whenever the topic of humans come up, or the way your shoulders bunch with anxiety. He may not have many brain cells rattling around up in that gnoggin of his, but he's not a total idiot.

👹 Though, eventually he asks if he can bring Grandma Oni with him one day, explains that she's a human, but she's raised him since he was a child and you had nothing to fear from her. Which was absolutely correct.

👹 Grandma Oni, of course, absolutely adores you, adores the fact her little chaos child had found you and wasn't being too pushy (and secretly also having a proud 'my boy wanted the object of his affections to meet his mama' moment.

👹 But the way you act with itto and the way you interact with Grandma Oni are so...different, it doesn't go unnoticed by him either, the way you sit a little straighter, move a little slower, you even cut your nails? why would you need to do that? oni are meant to have pointy nails, not like cutting them does much, they regrow back into little points within the day....

👹 So when he visits next and sits down, he asks about it. The response breaks his heart a little. Not every oni could take the backlash of humans and roll with it like he does and apparently too much negative reaction from them as a child, with no one to fall back on for support like grandma oni could have some pretty serious effects on a young oni's self esteem.

👹 The moment you tell him you hate your horns and pull aside some of your hair to show him the several attempts you'd made at cracking them off over the years (with no luck save for a few score marks you'd made with a saw, but trying to get something on your head off is difficult alone) his heart shatters.

👹 This is the first time he actually bucks up the courage to kiss you. Because you're crying and sad and have so much fear and that's just not ok by him and you really looked like you needed the tightest hug and a few good smooches.

👹 To be fair he'd gone to kiss your cheek, but you'd shifted at the wrong time and ended up kissing you square on the lips, but hey, you dind't pull away instantly, that's gotta account for something, right?

👹 Dumbass makes it his personal mission to try and help you see that not all humans are scary, and in time he does finally convince you to meet the gang, as expected, they lose it, joking that the boss had finally found someone who had a decent head on her shoulders to lead the gang (Itto pretends to be huffy about it)

HERE THAR BE NSFW TERRITORY

👹It takes longer than itto would want to admit before you two get down in the sheets. Heck he thought you were adorable enough whenever he kissed you that the thought never came to mind.

👹It's one evening however as you're making dinner (you were a way better cook than he was that was for damn sure) when he finds himself staring at your horns, and a thought comes to mind, because it's something he'd always wondered, but never been able to test on his own.

👹 So right as you turn, content to let the soup simmer a while, that you find yourself caught in his strong embrace with an almost predatory look in his eyes.

👹 You're naturally confused, especially when he ducks his head forward and- oh my god he just licked one of your horns. The way his hands tighten on your hips when you gasp is all the warning you get before he chuckles and grazes teeth along the horn instead.

👹 Sir that should be illegal.

👹 It's all downhill from there, it really is stupid how easily this man can just pick you up like you weigh nothing and carries you to bed. it's especially frustrating when his mouth keeps assulting your horns, how dare he use part of you that you dislike to make you feel good, that's not fair!!

👹In itto's eyes, using your horns to make you feel good is a great thing!! especially if it's him making you feel good, so he's absolutely going to exploit the hell out of it.

👹 You hate the fact he doesnt keep this information contained to the bedroom either. In fact, he absolutely starts running his fingers along your horns as a sign of affection, which feels good yes, but it draws attention to them, something you were still very much not used to.

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466 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

#4

🌊 - hehehe me slipping into your asks as an anon-

but anyway, how would zhongli and diluc deal with an s/o who is the embodiment of "haha, i'm a gremlin with gremlin ass attitude who cracks all sorts of jokes but wait a second a lot of them are kind of self deprecating and whoops it turns out that on the inside i am very sad and i want comfort hugs and cuddles and i use humor as a coping mechanism to make myself and the people around me feel a little happier because god forbid i feel like shit under all this and the least i can do is act as a la comic relief."

( and ahem, since i'm a degenerate, some comforting or angsty nsfw to accompany it because i'm a sucker for comfort or angsty nsfw with feelings and shit- )

and no, i am not projecting myself again absolutely not stop looking at me like that-

ooooohohohohohooo lessgo!

Featuring: Diluc & Zhongli + Afab Reader

Hurt/comfort/smut smut, body worship, soft diluc, posessive zhongli.

Diluc Ragnivindr

🔥 He picks up on it pretty quickly, but it actually takes him longer than he'd care to admit to realise it was a coping mechanism.

🔥 Notices it properly one drizzly day as he stops by the shop you work at right as you're finishing up, you'd dropped a bag of grain and it had a sustained a slight tear in the side, making a bit of a mess.

🔥 alot of 'ah that's just my luck eh? fuckn' dumbass' and 'there goes all my damn brain cells all over the damn floor, ah well'

🔥 He does not like it, not one bit.

🔥 What really draws the line for him is when he tells you you're beautiful on the way home, an honest, heartfelt compliment, and your immediate response is to grin at him and tell him that you think he may need to get his eyes checked, you're medium ugly at the most.

🔥 It's all down hill from there. He grabs you by the wrist and all but drags you back to the winery, your protests and questions go unheard as he blows past his maids and up the stairs into his bedroom with you in tow.

🔥 It starts as a 'sit down and let me lecture you' moment, with his arms crossed as he grumpily explains that you're not stupid, not any of the horrible things you say about yourself as a 'joke' and he certainly does not need his eyes checked.

🔥 His grumpy lecture comes to a stuttering halt however the moment the first tears fall. oh fuck, oh fuck he made you cry- shit fuck goddamn it that wasn't what he'd wanted at all.

🔥 His tactics are quickly thrown to the wind as he clambers into bed with you, pulls you into his lap. Peppering your face and neck with kisses between hushed apologies and affectionate compliments.

🔥 Things only seem to go downhill from there. Running his hands over every part of you and telling you why he loves that part.

🔥 Hands? sure they're not baby-soft, and they have a few scars, but to him that's proof of hard work, something he can appreciate and respect more than some little doll who sits up and is waited on hand and foot all day.

🔥 Hair? always soft, it's one of his favorite things to play with, you're the only one who know's just how skilled diluc is at braiding, because he absolutely refuses to do it to anyone elses hair.

🔥 Face? Eyes? gods he could stare at your face all day and never grow tired, could drown in your eyes and die a happy man.

🔥 Despite what you say about yourself, he think's you're supremely smart, calculating and strategic when you need to be, kind and charismatic when the moment calls for it.

🔥 Thats when he starts getting handsy, roaming along your body proper, murmuring about how much he loves every inch, how he'd happily worship you like a goddamn archon. He very much enjoys how flustered you get.

🔥 yeah, worship is exactly what he devolves into like the horny little degenerate he can be at times. Hands are replaced with hot mouth as soon as he shimmies you from your clothes and presses you into the sheets.

🔥 mans is relentless, if you think so little of yourself then obviously you need to be overwhelmed in all the right ways. You're stuck on the verge of overstimulation before any sort of actual intercourse happens.

🔥 When he's fucking you however, he's teasing, keeping you right on the cusp of that one fucking orgasm, but never letting you spill over, not until you nearly scream in frustration and admit that he's right about everything.

🔥 Even then? man's doesn't push you over that edge until you promise to think a little more highly of yourself, lest this become a repeat treatment.

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577 notes - Posted January 16, 2022

#3

*ahem* may this wayward soul request some demon zhongli spice please and thank you? the man IS named after a duke of hell after all-

( go crazy, moth, make this shit kinky )

also hi i'm sliding into your inbox again-

oh bitch you know me so fuckn well, also cheers for this ask keeping me in brainrot hell for several days-

LESSGO-

Demon Zhongli/Morax x Exorcist G/N Reader

NSFW, Ritual sex, fuck or die, Virgin Reader, corruption via sex, sadomasochism

"He is trapped within...we've tried multiple times ourselves to excorcise him but...we simply are not strong enough.." The priest before you sighs, you nod in understanding, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"I've never met a demon I could not exorcise, my friend. I will see this beast off." you reassure, the kindly old priest smiles warmly at you, nodding his head.

"Be weary of the beasts wicked silver tongue, may god have mercy."

It's your turn to nod, making your way down the hall and to the heavy wooden doors leading to the room they had managed to contain the demon within, even from out here you can feel the strength of the magics used to keep him at bay...just what on earth had brought such a powerful creature to your world? The room is dark as you enter, lit only by torchlight. Before you sits a man...well, what used to be a man.. if not for the golden horns branching from his head, the dark scalera, the fangs and the long, serpentine tail, tipped with shimmering golden fur, that is.

The demon raises an eyebrow, golden eyes roaming your form, and you shudder.

"State your name, demon." You demand, his lips slowly form into a smile.

"My, my, such spunk from such a little thing...surely they must be scraping the bottom of the barrel if this is all they have left to attempt an exorcism."

you dont respond, he was goading you, you knew that. Demons did so love to try and get a rise out of their captors. if they found a weakness, they'd exploit it. you held no weakness here.

"State. your. name." You repeat again, his grin only widens.

"Zhongli."

"That is the name of the human you have posessed, demon. your real name."

he chuckles, leaning back in his chair. you're sure if it wasn't for the ritual circle drawn around him, he would have already attempted to attack you, this one was smart.

"You should know a demon does not give his name so easily, little one."

"If you want your exorcism to be swift and painless, you should."

'Zhongli' tilts his head back and laughs, cold and malicious. "Oh little thing, you've no idea who I am... how quaint.."

"you are a demon, plain and simple"

"And you are nothing more than an excorcist. you have never been anything else, I can see it in your eyes... you showed promise as a youngster and have been forced to preform these silly rituals for the public's peace of mind since....you are tired, are you not?"

"Silence-"

"You were sold off to the church as a child, you have no friends, do not know your family, the church is all you know, all you are, all you will ever be.-"

"Cease your words-"

"You have so much more potential, so much untapped power, you are who I have sought for millenia."

wait, what?

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676 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

#2

hihi! may i request genshin men/women whom you wouldn’t expect to cry or break down easily crying in the reader’s lap? no specific gender for the reader hehe

OHOHOHOHO HELL YEAH

sorry this was so late, had to pull a sicky from work yesterday because If i didn't I think I would have really had a gd mental breakdown, so I needed rest, and apparently so do

Diluc, Jean, Zhongli, Ningguang, Childe, The Kamisato siblings and Yae.

Fluff, comfort, sadtimes, lotsa smoochies

Diluc

When he breaks, it's quiet at first, barely a sniffle as he turns his head into your belly to hide his face.

However it doesn't remain quiet for long. Years of grief and pain will do that to a person, especially one who insists that he's fine on his own, bottling up his emotions and his true thoughts until he physically, mentally and emotionally just can't do it anymore and it explodes outwards with harsh, wracking sobs.

There isn't much you can say comfort-wise, you know why he's upset, you know there's no bringing his father back, there's no reversing everything. So instead you sit and you card your fingers through that stupidly soft mop of red and you hum quietly, sounds and touches for him to slowly focus on when he's ready.

You wont speak of it afterwards, these private moments with diluc are to remain exactly that. the fact that he trusted you enough to come to you when he felt that vunerable was special enough.

Jean

The poor, overworked, underappreciated acting grandmaster. She was always friendly and approachable, uncaring that at times, her job seemed thankless. which is exactly why you're caught so off-guard when you decide to show your appreciation by bringing her a Pizza, fresh from good hunter, to share for lunch.

She blinks down at the meal on her desk, and then back up at you, and at first, you think you'd done something wrong, but then she sniffles and tries to rub at her eyes, and before long there's torrents of tears and you're so caught off guard that the only thing your brain tells you to do is pull her into an embrace and just let her cry it out.

She's muttering apologies the entire time between wet, shaky sobs and you can only shake your head, tell her it's alright, let it out.

You make a mental note to kick some of her higher-standing officers into gear and have them show her little acts of appreciation more often, if simply bringing her a pizza had caused all this.

Once she's finally calmed though, she smiles at you, soft and warm, if still a little wet.

As it turns out, lukewarm pizza tastes amazing after a good cry.

Zhongli

The usually stoic ex-archon of liyue? considering how much he'd seen, felt, loved and lost in his lifetime, it's really a wonder he didn't cry more.

Even then, he's very...quiet about it. Simply laying his head in your lap without a word, which was the first clue something was off, for him not to be speaking, the second clue was that he hadnt asked. In all the time you'd known him, Zhongli always asked before doing anything, be it as simple as holding your hand, or kissing you.

So you can only sigh softly when you see the glimmer of gold slide down his cheek, his eyes shut, but his brows furrowed, before another golden tear slips out, and another.

You don't ask him what the matter is, there could be several thousand, or there could be one. He would tell you in time.

You simply run your thumbs across his cheeks, collecting the little golden tears, even they tingle with his raw geo energy, and are sinfully beautiful for such a sad moment.

When he finally opens his eyes again, you smile and lean down to press a kiss to his forehead. He could very well have had a full break down, to cry and scream and sob, but he never does. Part of you wonders if that's due to his own self control, or if he simply...didn't know that was an option. But he smiles back at you today, and mumbles a quiet apology, one you wave away

Despite this, he does not deign to move for some time, nor do you force him to. you might not have godly levels of patience like him, but for him? you'd happily sit forever.

Ningguang

It is so very rare for the Tianquan to finally snag a moment alone, and in those moments, she often chooses to spend with you. She apparently very much enjoyed the fact that you treat her like a regular person, treated her as an equal and not as a ruler. Which is why it was you who most often saw her cry, but even then, these events were few and far between.

This one however, you had somewhat expected. The jade chamber, her dream, her lifes goal, now lay in ruin, sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Everyone had branded Lady Ningguang once again as a hero, a noble sacrifice... That didn't mean she wasn't allowed to be sad about losing all her hard work. which is why, whent he dust had settled, she'd come to you. The look on her face was all you needed to open your arms and let her engulf you.

Her grief is loud, screaming sobs that remain muffled by your shoulder, sharp nails scratching your back as she lets that sadness consume her, and you smile, because she needed this, even if it was ugly, even if it hurt.

It feels like hours before she finally begins to settle, her chest heaving with the exhertion of such forceful emotion, and she slumps. you're there to catch her, you always would be, winding your arms around her middle, rubbing her back and mumruring words of comfort and reassurance.

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731 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

🌊 - hehehe, okay so we all know that sex can be super awkward and as someone who loves a good fluffy laugh and cute moment between something serious and intimate, genshin men having that one awkward or funny moment during sex that just makes them laugh.

i just want me some soft genshin characters and smut with feels-

ehehehe this one goes out to all the awkward flounderers!

Ft: Diluc, Zhongli, Childe & Thoma!

Nsfw, smut, general chaos, Bully Ayaka hours

LESSGO-

Diluc

¤ For the most eligable batchelor in Mondstadt, Diluc is only one thing and one thing only, something you don't find out until he takes you to bed.

¤ Two words: awkward. virgin.

¤ you both are in fact. oops.

¤ "Y-you're a...? o-oh!" it's said in synch as you both sit up, stark naked, staring at eachother. You know what they say about assuming, and apparently you'd both assumed that the other had some semblance of an idea of what to do.

¤ So now you're both stuck in this little...situation, horny and clueless.

¤ You expect that to be that, that you'd both calm down, re-dress and call it a night, try again next week maybe after you've both absolutely raided the library on resources; you're not sure why but the thought makes you snicker.

¤ You're also not sure why but your snicker breaks something in Diluc, who cracks with a wheeze, and before you know it, you're both laughing, laughing until your sides hurt, and then you'd look up at eachothers tear-stained faces and lose it all over again.

¤ Somehow through it all, once the laughter has subsided, you both end up falling back into the sheets, bodies intertwined, with the silent conviction that you'd figure it out from there.

¤ Diluc personally brings you pancakes with ice cream the next morning, he's a sweetheart like that.

Zhongli

¤ He'd made sure the night was perfect, of course he had, it's Zhongli.

¤ Lovely dinner, serene walk along the docks, candles, glaze lily petals, the whole nine-yards, because he'd been courting you for nearly a damn year and the moment you'd told him you were ready, he began planning.

¤ You were so very pliant under his gentle touch, you'd already admitted that pleasure was something you'd scarcely felt, and never with someone else, but your reactions were lovely.

¤ He was absolutely meticulous with it all, keeping tabs on every little reaction, it had been a very, very long time since he'd last taken a mate, he wanted this experience to feel as good for you as it did him.

¤ so your comment comes so wildly out of left field that it has him stopping dead in his tracks.

¤ It's as he finally sheds away the last of his clothing, you'd been naked before him for so very long now it seemed unfair to leave you alone like this. You knew of his past identity and all that came with it, the reasons he always covered his arms and hands, to hide away the marks of an archon who'd toiled the land with his people for centuries. You also knew of his more carnal form, which is why it really shouldn't have surprised him, but considering how breathless and wanton you'd been just moments before...

¤ "Huh....No ridges....oh...oh I said that out loud didn't I?"

¤ Your eyes meet in silence for a moment, you look absolutely embarassed and terrified; you thought that of all the things that may have carried over into his new human vessel, apparently a ridged dick had been one of them.

¤ So it comes as a welcome relief to you when Zhongli laughs, pure, hearty, a very rare sound, and yet here he is, with his forehead pressing into your shoulder, knelt between your legs, laughing. If Zhongli's laugh was one thing, it was contagious, and soon your worries melt away with the laughter.

¤ To his credit, he does offer to change up his form a little if ridges are what you desired, easily shifting the mood right back into a heady, intimate state.

¤ You think, at least for tonight, perhaps a human dick would be the better option.

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871 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

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[taecnoal]

IDK WHAT TO TITLE THIS

TAGS: @chickynn @caniscreamintoanabyss @sikrea

WARNINGS: None, Skinship (i think), Possibly Suggestive but I Don't See It That Way

WORD COUNT: I have No Idea

Anais had a thing for stomachs.

Diluc realized that it sounded weird now that he thought about it, but he didn't really know any other way to put it.

On days when Anais was feeling especially tired or touchy, he would settle himself between Diluc's legs, laying his head on his abdomen. It started normally, with Anais softly running his hands up Diluc's shirt and sides, and it tickled. Anais would trace over his curves and his muscles, pinching softly and stroking the skin as if in apology.

The next thing he knew, his shirt would be pulled up to his chest, face as red as his hair. Anais would press his lips all over Diluc's stomach, a smile gracing his lips. He would hold his hips gently, kissing his abdomen and sides and the hair that resided there. He would press his face into Diluc's stomach until his nose was flat against his skin. Anais would laugh whenever he hit a ticklish spot and Diluc would flinch away.

Diluc noticed it wasn't just him, either.

When he would see Kaeya around Mondstadt, he'd pull him into a hug, before digging his fingers into his sides and stomach, tickling him. (Diluc hadn't seen Kaeya laugh like that in a long time).

Or when he saw Lynn, he'd hug her from behind, lovingly laying his hands over her stomach while he rested on her shoulder. His hands would move to her sides, before moving back up to her stomach.

When he saw Qiqi at Bubu Pharmacy, he'd lay her down somewhere, before leaning down and blowing raspberries into her stomach, poking and pinching at her sides. Even the zombie child couldn't help but laugh, and Diluc didn't miss when Baizhu said this was the most joy Qiqi had expressed in a while.

Even Baizhu wasn't safe from it, it seemed. After he would greet Anais with a hug, he'd have to step away before Anais could poke him, laughing and gently swatting his hands away. Sometimes it ended with a small chase around the pharmacy, seeing as Baizhu tired easily.

Even himself, Diluc noticed. He would stand in the mirror and pinch at his stomach, or rhythmically pat it when he laid in bed.

Diluc thought it was sweet. And nice. For him to admire a body part that too many people saw in a negative light, a body part people needed to be absolutely perfect before they even thought about showing it love.

BONUSES:

Itto loved his stomach too! He was glad Anais loved it as much as he did - the best days were days when Anais would come home and nap on his tummy, laying his face on top and smiling with contentment. The kisses and pinches and grabs were nice too, so much so that Itto found himself reciprocating the action.

Sara's face would burn whenever Anais asked to lay on her stomach, or whenever he complimented it. She always protested that it might be uncomfortable, that it was such an odd compliment. But he seemed so genuine, and he seemed so comfortable when he laid on top of her abdomen. The kisses tickled though, and by then, she had to push him off.

Childe hated telling people this, but he was terribly ticklish. So when Anais ghosted his fingers over his stomach from where it showed through his outfit, and he squealed like a girl, he swore him to fucking secrecy. Occasionally Anais would catch him off guard, poking his side or his stomach, coaxing a yelp out of him. He didn't have much of a problem with it, he just wished Anais would stop doing it in front of his subordinates.

P.S.: Scaramouche doesn't let him get close enough to his stomach to touch. One day, though.

[cgmayra]

Modern Sonamy in a life and death this may be the end scenario where Sonic is finally forced to confront his feelings for Amy that he knows have been there for years. He plans to spend their final moments telling her his love but they are saved at the last minute. Afterwards he tries to go back to the usual but realizes he doesn't want to have any regrets and not have Amy know the truth. So he tries to figure out how to to tell her but the message isn't coming across until he gives her a kiss!

Watch Pajama Blogs - Prompt Requests - Ep.1 timestamp: 47:51 to hear my thoughts on this prompt back when I was first thinking about it! (Sometimes my thoughts change, so don’t be too disappointed if my processes changes a bit over time!)

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Prompt:

The gravel scooted and crumbled away from her hand as Sonic and Amy slammed against the side of the rocky wall, trying to dodge the intense heat of the magma from within Egg-Canyon-Mountain where they were attempting to sneak in and take the Chaos Emeralds back from powering a large and terrible machine.

The Machine right now didn’t matter though, because just before they were to remove them, Tails radioed that the machine was self-destructing, and it was all a trap.

Eggman had fled knowing the Chaos Emeralds would just pulse away from each other and become shooting stars in the daylight sky, and he’d have to find them all over again once the reactor malfunctioned sufficiently enough to flood the canyons with magma.

“Sonic, it’s only rising!” Amy was momentarily kidnapped when trying to reach the machine’s first Chaos Emerald slot, where Eggman used her to force Sonic to battle him and his new incredible robot, but it was all to buy time for his fatal trap.

Laughing as he exited, he dropped Amy and made a snide comment about ‘Dying with the one you love’ being a last mercy he’ll give... to Amy that is.

Even while dangling in the clutches of Eggman’s hovering robot’s metal talons, Amy couldn’t have judged well enough the machine’s overheating and powering up processes. It was truly unexpected, but completely within Eggman’s bounds...

Squished between the rocky layer of steep, vertical terra and a sweating Sonic, Amy was sandwiched between the thought of how they were gonna survive this.

“It’s not as fast as you, though!” She looked back over to him, seeing his eyes were fixated on the molten rock slowly rising to them on the thin strip of raised pathway they had against the side of the canyon, finally having made it out of the caverns...

This didn’t look good... Sonic was hot and panting to keep his body temperature regulated. With some degree of knowledge in health and medicine from treating his wounds and injuries all these years, she could tell he was too hot to run at full speed like usual without the proper coolness to not overheat himself. Not just that... but she was added weight... he’d never be able to scale the mountain’s straight drop at top-speeds if he had to carry her too...

She was nowhere near fat but still... this wasn’t looking too good for her.

Without missing a beat, she finally closed her eyes and pushed her nose to the wall, breathing in a dusty and dirt-filled breath of self-sacrifice and spoke aloud an unforgivable sentence. “If I hadn’t insisted on coming with you... to spend more time with you... in hopes that you would fall more in love with me if I was just as into adventure as you were... then you’d be able to run up this wall and get to the top safely.”

He turned his sights back to her, a frown apparent as she was speaking negatively, and he hated that. “Since when were you doubting?” he was always trying to play it cool, and as she took a sorrowful peek back to him, she couldn’t help but gently smile in her grief at seeing his cheery and confident smile.

“We’ll get out of this.” he assured her, “I need you to hang on, though. No more talk about what should and shouldn’t have happened. Can you get up on my back from here?” He looked back at the rising lava, apparently having a plan now.

She nodded, deciding it best not to bring up the inevitable, since her Sonic could do miracles!

... At least, this time, she couldn’t let him fall to his untimely death because of her persistence... 

She spun and he caught her to help her keep balance on the strip and then she tied her arms tightly around his neck as he began to slowly climb.

However, looking down at the speedily approaching magma filling the veins of the large expanse of rock with blood-colored fury and heat, and then looking up to see not a speck of the other side or even the sky as it was just a long, never-ending stretch to half the sky... she felt her heart sinking again.

He really could go faster without her, and looking down again, she saw the strip they were moments ago being pushed up against was now being reached and submerged in the melting rock...

Liquid fire... Was this the story of when Sonic had to face Metal that first time? She remembered him telling the story of reaching for Metal him’s hand before he whacked it aside, refusing to be saved by the one and true hero: Sonic.

There was only ever going to be one Sonic The Hedgehog... but there could be others that would love him just as much... though her grip tightened at admitting it, and ducking her head down, unable to produce tears in the steam of the ripples of heat rising up the cavern.

If they didn’t die of one slip-up or not moving fast enough, they would surely succumb to heat-exhaustion or heat-stroke.

Sonic felt the slight tug on his chin as though her grip around his neck had tightened in a desperate attempt to hold on, and although already straining to climb with someone else and his body feeling like a sauna plus a volcano at his feet, he really didn’t want to believe Amy was giving up on him.

“Amy..!” he called, having an instinct of what she was thinking, “Don’t do it!”

Amy’s head jerked up, “S...Sonic...” She was amazed he had caught on so quickly to her thoughts... her emotions... “B-but,... I-!” she wanted to convince him to let her do it, to let her allow him to run up the rocky wall and save himself.

“We’re getting out of this together or not at all!” he finally blurted out, taking Amy aback as he twitched to reach another hand out for another piece of rock that could be firm enough to give him a sturdy hand-grip. “Erk... ugh... ha... ha... Do me a favor, Amy... ha... umph!” he reached back and threw her up, shocking her as she cried out his name. “And quit acting like we’re dead already!”

She hit against a leveled path that slightly crumbled under her weight, making her kick her legs to scoot quickly back against the wall as Sonic was then able to Spin-Dash to a higher level, reaching down a hand for her. “Hurry!” he called, as she looked back to gasp at the lava not taking any ‘rest-stops’ so to speak. “There might be a cave that tunnels up from here!”

That was a sensationally good idea, except for one problem... if they went back into a tunnel and it went downwards.... then the magma would pinch them in on both sides... and their wouldn’t even be left unmelted fossil remains of them...

But right now, up was good.

She spun around and got up, reaching for his hand and having him struggle to hoist her up as she got her foot on the wall just before the magma rose and splashed against where she was just sitting. “Ah!”

“Amy!!!”

“I-I’m fine.” she squinted an eye as she was grateful the splash didn’t burn her. Her feet were fine, she hadn’t been exposed to it.

He pulled her up and the two just breathed heavily in the others arms a moment.

“You... can out run it... Sonic.” Amy spoke again, only hearing a grunt of annoyance from Sonic as she did so.

“Quit... fooling around... Amy.” his hold on her had loosened so much... she knew he was growing tired. First having snuck in and destroyed some robot scouts on the way down, then Eggman’s battle, and then rushing out before the magma overwhelmed them... Then climbing up such a perilous wall with her on his back... “Do you... see any tunnels..?”

She didn’t even look, she just pulled his forehead to her own, holding it there with her own, sweat-soaked white gloves on either side of his cheeks... saying her farewells in secret. “I know I’ve never voiced it before... but... I...”

Sonic blinked his eyes, before grabbing her arms, their gloves sticking to their skins and making a light blue, see-through effect through the shiny oils on both their exposed skin. Their furs were wetted and they’d be too slippery to attempt to climb again.

This was it.

Sonic lightly moved her to the wall, showing in his face his unbelief at her distrust all of a sudden that he could save them both, but beyond the hurt expression... there was a look she hadn’t fully seen before.

He pinned her slightly as he willingly put his forehead to hers and shut his eyes, trying to keep his breathing normal. “I know.” he stated, then with a shaky voice... “And you’ve always known too.”

She was frozen in that heat-soaked moment... Sonic finally dropping his own tall walls for a brief moment as they could hear the slushing of the magma rising to where they were.

They both looked back, Amy over his shoulder and Sonic to look at the impending doom before them.

“You had to know.” He chuckled out loosely, exhausted now emotionally too, “I gotta at least leave you with some comforting closure.”

“Of that?” Amy thought that the sweetest thing, but also grossly inappropriate for the timing. “Why did you wait till now to tell me?”

“Validate you. I never said anything.” He smirked, even now, trying to keep things light.

She wanted to kiss him, but felt that that would be an even greater sentence, and she’d be framed as the worst timing for romantic advances in history.

Even worse than his...

Sonic smiled to her before something glittery flicked light into his eye and caused him to squint it a few times repeatedly. Turning to find out what the strange source was, the two’s mouths opened at the entrance of a metal bunker impeded into the wall... not seen without the glow of the rising magma.

“An elevator!” The two exclaimed, seeing a mining device next to it. Sonic quickly scooped her up and pushed her in, “Going up!” he pressed the button but she didn’t want to part with him, the Elevator could be slow or worse, the mechanism below could be melted away by now.

“Sonic!” she cried out, agreeing--somewhat--with Eggman that she’d rather die in the arms of her beloved than alone in a small elevator meant for hauling metals up to the top of the canyon. And who knew where this actual thing landed! Maybe it wasn’t the top?

Sonic gave her a thumbs up and signature wink as she could see the lava splashing against the sides of where he was, “Noo!!!” as the chute shut tight and started cranking her upwards. She flung her back to the opposite side of where the tin had shut and felt the heat and the moment consuming her. ‘Sonic... do you mean that..? Do you really... love me?’

Sonic was tearing up the ground in his wake as dust spiraled behind him and he almost flew up at supersonic speeds through the canyon. All the while, he narrowed his eyes to the straight path the elevator was meant to take, making sure it reached the top. ‘Faster... Faster... Faster...!!!’ his eyes widened as his teeth clenched, seeing the lava building up and never stopping, not even for a moment, in consuming the rock beneath it and yet, his eyes trained to fixate on the metal pole that meant the chain was still hauling Amy up. “Endure it just a little longer,... Amy...” his eyebrow furrowed before bowing as he tripped by not watching where his feet were going. “W-woah!” he noticed he had reached the top and was falling now, having pressed his foot to air which had started the tumble. He gripped frantically to the edge of the large landscape and was able to get enough wind in his heels and strength left in his fingers to stop his falling... he had made it... he’ll be okay.

But that wasn’t enough.

He heard the metal bending and cranking, as though slowing the rising, treasured container of it’s load from coming up. The metal was beginning to tilt and loosened itself from it’s bolted railing and started to dip like a bending fish hook towards the flaming sea...

“No!!” Sonic leaped up and raced to the pole, “Amy!!!” He reached out and bent to grab the wall and the bending metal, using himself like a stretched chord to keep the metal from bending further, suspended between rock and the pole as he could feel the jolting of the chains continuing to crank up, but slower than before.

‘I have to straighten the poll out... or Amy will never make it!’ he was running out of juice and energy... but strength rose in him as he thought of her... He couldn’t let her down... he couldn’t let himself live knowing she was still in harm’s way...

He was mellowly delighted that she was accompanying him on this adventure. Though he never showed it, he enjoyed her hammering swings and ricocheting off robots to stop dramatically in front of her and strike a pose, knowing she loved it when he showed off. He couldn’t naturally give slight looks and charming flares to the dudes, it would be weird, but he enjoyed the moments he could when Amy was around.

True, sometimes, he felt he couldn’t fully be himself around Amy or she’d overly fawn after him... but even then... he could see and feel how much he meant to her.

He never felt the need to be more for her, even though he knew he probably should act a bit more gentlemanly here and there, which he did, but never overdid it to avoid getting exploited by Amy’s constant yearning for more attention from him.

He was never upset when she insisted to tag along with him for a journey or perilous undertaking. He just always knew he needed to keep an ear and eye out to make sure she was safe at all times... other than that? It was just fun to have her around, constantly praising him. Though... he didn’t like her ‘pampering’ behavior when she’d rub his hand too much if he punched a tough-made robot... he still didn’t mind the doting every now and then.

Clenching his abs, he finally scrunched his body enough to bend the pole somewhat back into a straighter line, causing the chain to move quickly with each thought he had for Amy and how he was determined to saving her life.

She had saved his... after all. If she had self-sacrificed herself... he would have... never... ever... forgiven himself such a lost.

Amy was almost about to collapse at the heated panel beneath her butt and feet, fearing the lava had caught up with her, until there was a jolt and she stopped fully. “S...Son...ic...” The chute opened and a sound like a swift wind brushed through her small compartment and gave her somewhat relief,... but not as much as cool hands that gripped her firmly at her sides and pulled her out.

When she came too, Tails and Knuckles were standing over her and Cream was attending her.

She remembered a similar scene with Cream... when she had almost drowned in the water when Eggman attacked back in Chris’s world... what... where was Sonic?

“I..” she could barely get a word out, and Cream kept dabbing the cool cloth on her head and adjusting the cooling pads under her back, on her sides, and over her stomach.

“Don’t worry, Miss Amy.” Cream spoke out, cheerily but with a worried and loving look in her eyes, but showing signs that Amy was going to be alright. Her little heart pattered quickly as she stopped a moment and reached back as though forgetting something, putting a flower by her side. “Mr. Sonic said to give you this when you woke up! He said you deserved to see some life after all the dull rock you were exposed too.”

And the pitch black of the heated tin chute... he must have felt awful about that being the only other way to get them out of there alive.

She had no idea about the pole that threatened to snap and dip her into slowly into a melted death... but as she got better, Tails told her Sonic had gone after Eggman, and she gathered that Sonic hadn’t told any of them the extent at what they had gone through.

‘He’s keeping up appearances... he doesn’t want to trouble or worry them more than he already has.’ she concluded, thinking that noble and brave... somewhat.

She wanted to tell them, so badly, about everything... but silently accepted Sonic’s assumed wishes.

She also didn’t want to worry anyone... but... Oh, she wanted to tell at least one soul about the encounter!!!

Sonic had... he had really... ohhh!!! Her heart was overjoyed!

But... when she came to see him...

As per-usual, he was up atop a windy place, looking over the nature he spent his whole life preserving and protecting... admiring it’s beauty and natural power.

With a kind and neutral smile on his face, he suddenly turned to see Amy walking happily up to greet him.

Seeing his gaze, she paused a moment and halted, putting her hands together and in front of her, trying to look feminine and delicate.

“Hello, Sonic.” she greeted, blushing as her eyes closed and she giggled to herself lightly.

“Amy,” he nodded to her, a true picture of boy coolness!

She squee’d, “When are you gonna act like how you really feel at seeing my cute face?” she cupped her cheeks and turned away as if ‘trying’ to be modest about it... but then blinked her eyes when Sonic responded in a way she wasn’t expecting.

“Huh? I am acting the way I always do, Amy.” He folded his arms, looking more... puzzled... than she thought he should have.

“But- ah.... uhh...Ohhh!!!” she did her signature whine and shook her once -delicate- hands in a fury of frustration down at her sides. “That’s not how you feel at all!” She contested, but he didn’t seem to want to fight as his smile slightly fell.

Her eyes came back to his neutral ones and looked somewhat pleading to return to a place they once were... or at least... had just gotten to. “Why are you being like this..? After everything we went through on that ridge...”

He just quietly stared at her, before lowering his head and closing his eyes, shaking it softly back and forth. “I think you were misguided, Amy. The heat had gotten to us and we... said things we didn’t actually mean to express.” he then looked up at the sky, as if trying to dismissive the topic further. “Of course I care about you, Amy,... But I can’t say it’s to the extent that you’re hoping for. To where I suddenly run into your arms, or something mushy like that... heheh.” he had a bead of awkwardness like a sweat drop slide down the side of his face as his mouth squirmed it’s lines to show how uncomfortable with this he all was.

Amy felt her heart chip away just like the pebbles of the rocky wall... as though she was trying to climb the wall he had pasted up again after only just placing it down back then...

“You’re... You’re not being fair...” she wanted to call him cruel, but she knew that was a lie. She wouldn’t lie... whether to herself or to him.

But this...

This hurt so much.

“What’s wrong with liking me?” she finally had the coolness of the earth to allow tears to peek out from her eyelids, but never fully emerge. Her body quivered in the cold, but she ignored it, too angry and hurt to care. “You can’t just press restart every time you show me how you feel, Sonic The Hedgehog!”

Her outburst caused a sharp bolt of lightning to split Sonic’s core in two. His heart ripped as though torn about how to follow something that dramatic and genuine up... He’d had hoped for the social norm again... but that seemed a bit too late.

He flinched back and then relaxed, scratching behind his head, “I guess you’re right, Amy... I’m not being very fair to your feelings... but you can’t blame me for being hesitant about my choices...”

She was sniffling, and he realized she probably didn’t have it in her to say more right now. Sighing, he walked down to her and smiled tenderly, kindly opening his arms to invite her to hug him.

“Let’s just say... I don’t really have a way with words.”

“They’re enough for me...” she hiccupped through her tears now pouring out. “You’ve always been enough for me. Every part of you, every inch and every word ever spoken and act ever done has been enough... when will you get that? When will you learn that whatever you choose to do for me... for my sake... knowing how hard it is for you to express that freely and openly like you did in that moment... it’s always been enough to shake me.” she fell to her legs, bawling now as Sonic awkwardly stood there and blinked, realizing she was going to break down.

“H-hang on, just a second, Amy!” he was shaking his hands out to get her to stop crying and calm down, but her tears and wailing didn’t cease, she was already emotionally compromised and it made him feel like a bigger jerk than ever before.

“Alright, enough already... I get it, Amy...” His face quite literally seemed to deflate on itself as he lost the energy and will to keep up the persona. “You heard what you heard, and I never said I wanted to take it back... just that I can’t always do that from now on. I didn’t want to lose you... that part is, and will always be, true.”

Amy took her hands away from her eyes to see the resounding truth that was on his face. “I... I don’t want-” she hiccupped, a cute and gross reminder that she had been holding all this in for some time now since Sonic’s first departure. “to lose you... hck, either...” she sniffed.

Chuckling at her appalling sense of self-preservation or even an idea of self-image in this moment, Sonic kindly wiped her eyes with his finger and looked to her as though slowly backing the wall up and away from her, but not fully putting it down yet. “I can’t promise I won’t lead you into dangerous times, Amy... but I can say that I will never leave you behind in those moments. Not ever.”

She pouted, “You shoved me in a dark chute.”

“T-To save your life!” he gestured out to her, his arms out either side of her and extended as though to plead his case, “You were right, Amy, I couldn’t have carried us both up, it was the only way!”

She continued to give him a hard look of judgement.

“You gotta believe me, honest! You knew it was the only way!”

“...It was still scary...”

“You survived!” his words almost smacked the idea as though fanning it away, but he never dared to say ‘quit complaining’ as he could tell she was just riling him up.

She smiled, unable to help it. She enjoyed seeing emotion out of him, even expressed in ways like this. She batted his chest, secretly snuggling into it, “You’re the worst, Sonic The Hedgehog! You make me cry and smile at the same time! No one does that...” she muttered the last part out, and it was almost cute... almost.

Sonic rolled his eyes, “Come on, give me a break, Amy...” It almost sounded like he was complaining, but it was to keep up with her playful antics. “Forgive me this one time?”

“I forgive you every time.” Amy mumbled into the side of his chest.

“...Forgive me for being a dunce?”

“I forgive you for that all the time too.” she continued to play, making sure her mouth’s movements and the vibration of her words could be felt in into his chest too.

There was silence...

“Forgive me for... this?” his hands suddenly caught her up and her lips were silenced for a time that for her--seemed to last eternity.

When his kiss parted he was gone with the wind, as though unable to stick around for the aftermath.

She was frozen in disbelief before shouting out in a type of ‘hoorah!’ for her success, but also...

Sonic did know the perfect timing for a romantic advance... he just didn’t always have the words or courage to say it~<3