#not directed at anyone slash genuine

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[astralis-ortus]

gummy bears

✱ college student!hj x gn!reader

— art school is hard—at least having a muse makes it a little easier.

w.count → 1.8k genre → fluff...? warning → mild cussing, as per usual♡ a.n → hi!! i'm back with a new face addition to the page! hahah honestly i thought it would be either minho or seungmin first but ngl hyunnie has been tugging on my hearstrings lately he's such a silly little mandu i love him sm :( hope you guys find the story as enjoyable as chris' side of the blog, and also if anyone is interested for a commission there are slots available still♡ ⋆ see masterlist

has it always been this… weird?

your attention should’ve been sealed at the projected slides once the professor started the countdown on his infamous ‘how-long-can-i-yap-before-my-students-fall-asleep’ course, but holy smokes—even breathing seemed like a major task when you could barely peel your thoughts off the boy sitting a few rows in front of you.

hyunjin has always been the main attention-grabber wherever he went—and that includes yours.

it’s not like you denying it either. he is gorgeous, and even the heavens know you couldn’t help but glance in his direction whenever he’s in the room. hell, even a few of your initial sketches for last semester’s projects were inspired by hyunjin. it’s as if he had slowly solidified his spot as your muse—but what is this odd feeling gently fluttering between the rows of your ribcage?

a buzz from the pocket of your pants startled you out of your trance, and while you thanked the gods for sending you down here with a habit of putting your phone on constant silent, you peeked at the notification patiently perched on the screen of your phone—one nearly causing you a minor heart attack on the spot.

hyunjin: spot next to me is empty, you know

right—you forgot your position from a mere classmate-slash-secret-admirer has been upgraded to an actual acquaintance-slash-almost-friends of hyunjin’s, all thanks to that one final project from art history 101 class last semester.

you: being at the back is peaceful, thanks hyunjin: says the one who rushed for a front spot for literally any other class lol hyunjin: cmon, saved the spot for you

lord—now you’re genuinely glad you decided to wear that crusty baseball cap of yours today, or literally everyone would’ve noticed the way your cheeks had burned up into a bright shade of crimson.

you: geez hyunjin: cmoooon hyunjin: or i’ll literally ask mr. kang to move you here

the way your head snapped to find hyunjin’s playful yet determined gaze headed straight at you was not something you would’ve ever thought to add to your bingo board.

ever.

you: no you won’t hyunjin: try me

your eyes nearly doubled in size when you returned your line of sight in hyunjin’s direction, only to see the slow, comical way the long-haired guy is raising his hand while keeping his eyes on you, lips tipped up into a masked grin.

“yes, mr. hwang?”

fuck.

you scrambled on your phone while mr. kang—as well as the rest of the attendees of the class, fixed their eyes on hyunjin, quietly wondering what would come out of those lips of his.

“oh, i’m just wondering if—"

you: FINE I’M MOVING you: JUST SHUT UP you: PLEASE

And you swore you could see the way his lips turned into a victorious grin through the back of his head.

“if?” mr. kang repeated, seemingly a little impatient at hyunjin’s antics. to be fair, you actually felt the same way.

“if you have any movie or documentaries related to the topics you will be teaching this semester,” hyunjin’s voice rang loud and clear—as if the question had been his initial motive all along, and you’re simply a victim of his little magic trick.

“personally i do learn better through those mediums, mr. kang,” hyunjin perfected his question, smile as innocent as a puppy, and as he looked around the hall, scanning the dozens of nodding heads to his statement,

hyunjin made sure to lock eyes with you for a second longer.

“and i think my friends agree with me.”

“you’re an ass,” you hissed as soon as you secured the seat next to hyunjin, shooting daggers out of your eyes while the latter chuckled. given, hyunjin’s question did made your move less suspicious since mr. kang actually took a liking to the idea and decided to substitute one of the assignments into this movie presentation group project, but still—you were so close to losing your dignity in front of dozens of your peers, on the first day of the new semester.

“would’ve been easier had you listened the first time,” he playfully retorted, remnants of victory still glimmered in his eyes, “and now you know i’m a man of my words. win-win situation for both of us.”

“as if,” you groaned in annoyance despite failing to even make a dent to hyunjin’s victorious grin. “you are the only one benefiting from this, mr. hwang. i’m merely a victim in this scheme of yours.”

“ouch—mr. hwang? really now?” hyunjin placed a hand over his heart, pretending as if he has been shot despite the wicked smile plastered across his face, “do you really want to hurt me like that?”

if you were to be honest, you do enjoy your playful bickers with hyunjin. it made him less of a muse and more of a… human. a regular college boy, who just so happened to be blessed by the goddess of beauty herself and sent here with an exceptional heart of gold.

like he’s just a boy.

“seemed fair enough,” instead, you replied with a mischievous grin while greeting a couple of hyunjin’s friends joining your little group.

“1-1, mr. hwang.”

the massive numbers displayed on your phone screen further validates the exhaustion you felt looming over your shoulders. it’s only the first week of the new semester and you’re already held up on campus way past your classes—how are you supposed to survive the rest of the school year?

to be fair, you really do love what you’re studying right now. it’s what you’ve always wanted to be since you were a child, and to be able to live out your inner child’s dream is one of your prides—but god, it did not make things easier to actually do.

just as you slipped your screen away, sparing yourself from a bunch of exhausting thoughts as your footsteps led you to your bus stop, a pack of gummy bear suddenly popped out of thin air in front of your eyes, causing you to stumble backwards onto the—

warm surface?

“i’m not a gummy sharing type of person, but i think you need this more than i do.”

pushing yourself off the other’s figure, you didn’t need to turn around to figure out the person’s identity—but you did anyway.

“gee, thanks mr. hwang,” you playfully snickered, snatching the bag of gummy and popped one unfortunate strawberry flavored bear in your mouth, “didn’t know you’re so kind.”

over the past week, you found out that you surprisingly have quite a lot of classes together with hyunjin and a few of his friends. you’re thankful he dropped the ‘i saved you a seat’ act by the third class you shared and let you actually sit amongst your friends, but in ways you don’t even understand, you somehow kept getting sorted in the same groups as hyunjin. well, at least now you no longer freeze up while hyunjin’s around.

“oh, can you drop that already,” hyunjin groaned, lips pursing into a subtle pout, “the others are starting to call me mr. hwang too thanks to you, you know.”

you couldn’t help but let a chuckle slip past your lips to hyunjin’s protest, already with a picture in your head about the whining he would’ve done once his closest friends started to pick up hyunjin’s objection to the nickname and used the name against him. how adorable he would’ve—

wait.

adorable?

hyunjin’s supposed to be simply your muse—maybe a fried at best! you don’t call your friends adorable, do you?

“you started it!” shaking your head in an attempt to rid the word from the nooks and crannies of your brain, you instead defended yourself while offering hyunjin the pack of gummies at the same time.

“what do you mean i started it!” hyunjin groaned, still popping a gummy in his mouth in the process, “i was just simply requesting your presence at the spot I have reserved for you!”

“and threatened to embarrass me if i didn’t move!” you deflected, playfully glaring at the latter. “don’t you dare omit that part, you sneaky weasel! i thought I was going to have to drop the class due to embarrassment!”

the crease between hyunjin’s brows grew thicker when he realized he couldn’t counter your protest, resulting in another pout to form on his lips, now clearer than before. it made you feel a little guilty—did you go a little too far? was he offended by the—

“i just wanted to get closer to you.”

…wait.

wait—what?

“i know it’s a lame excuse,” hyunjin’s groans turn muffled as he hid his face behind the palms of his hands, “it’s just—i don’t know, i find you fun? i know we just started talking after that group project but i like talking about stuff with you and even after the group project ended i just kept finding myself wanting to talk to you? i just—”

“whoa whoa—slow down!” you instinctively grabbed hyunjin’s shoulders; not too hard to shake him off, just enough to gently ground him back from his rambles. “breathe, you don’t need to explain anything to me, hyunjin. just breathe.”

well, frankly you do need an explanation—just… not from this adorably frantic hyunjin.

no, scratch that—just frantic.

not adorably.

just frantic.

hyunjin’s face was nearly the shade of the gummy bear packet you still had on your hand, and as much as you didn’t want to embarrass him more than he’s already feeling, your lips seemed to have their own plans when they curled up into a grin.

“don’t even say anything,” he warned, fingers now pointing at the rapidly growing grin on your face. “just don’t.”

you would honestly love to comply to hyunjin’s wishes, really—after all, you’re the type to honor and respect your friend’s wishes…

but is he just a friend?

“I’m not!” you stated, but despite throwing your hands up in a sign of defeat, hyunjin knew better when he noticed the constant degree of smile etched across your face,

“I just never would have thought that the campus crush,” you emphasized, trails of laughter already slipping past your lips in harmony to hyunjin’s exasperated sigh, “the mr. hwang hyunjin himself, is quite clumsy at making new friends.”

hyunjin was genuinely dumbfounded at your accusation.

“no i’m not!” he protested, subconsciously following your footstep as you got ready to catch your nearing bus, “it’s not that i’m bad at making friends, i just—”

hyunjin’s explanation were cut short when your bus finally arrived, prompting another frown to appear on his face when you hopped on without sparing him another glance. dejected, hyunjin turned around and—

“hyunjin!”

the speed at how quickly hyunjin turned on his heels at your voice nearly made you giggle. from one of the opened windows from the back of the bus, you locked eyes with hyunjin and smiled.

“text me your excuses and we’ll see if you’re actually good at making friends!” you shouted as the bus began to drove away, only allowing you to witness a faint ‘okay!’ along with an excited wave before hyunjin disappeared behind the curve of the crossroad.

well, maybe hyunjin is adorable after all.

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[mncxbe]

I just had a cute Idea, How do you think Yosano, Tecchou, and Jouno (and anyone else you want to hehe) react to a child genuinely complimenting them? That would be so cute ngl-

Omg yes this would be so cute. Enjoy♡♡

Side note: ik Jouno can't see but I included descriptions for literary purposes😌🤝🏻

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You think... I'm pretty?

𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉ō, 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐, 𝒀𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: slice of life/ silly♡

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖

so let's assume a kid bumps into him on the street and then they engage in a staring contest (he defo would you cannot me convince me otherwise)

then the kid compliments his hair or points out how tall he is or something

at first he's there like 😐 but then that sweet smile of his makes its way to his lips and omg he's so happy

probably thanks the kid tbh

compliments them back and he's so sweet fr; just protect him

Tecchou's eyes narrowed as he carefully observed the colony of ants that crawled its way on the edge of the sidewalk; along the stretch of shade provided by the nearby building.

'Interesting...' he thought to himself 'So they purposefully avoid walking in the sun.'

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a sudden nudge on his side.

"Ouch" voiced a little girl as she pressed a hand to her forehead "Why are you sitting in the middle of the road and woah! Is that a tattoo? It looks so pretty"

For a moment Tecchou's face remained expressionless. He simply held the girl's gaze, trying to make sense of her words. And then it hit him: the cherry petal marks on his face. He gently traced his fingertips over the markings, a warm smile rising to his lips.

"Oh thank you" he beamed, looking at the child.

The girl blushed furiously and stuttered for a moment before turning on her heels and running away, leaving Tecchou alone. He frowned, seemingly unaware of why the kid reacted in such a manner.

Just then Jouno walked out of the building and smacked him over the head.

"Why are you crouching, idiot?" he asked in an annoyed voice "Don't you have work to do?"

Tecchou rose to his feet, still gazing in the direction where the young girl left.

"Say, Jouno. Am I scary?"

"What the hell do you mean by that? Of course not"

"Then why did the girl run away?"

Jouno took notice of the hint of sadness and worry in his colleague's voice and raised a brow "What girl?"

"The girl. She said my marks looked pretty" he said, pointing at his face.

Jouno only scoffed "She was just a kid right? Stop wasting time and let's get back to work"

With that Jouno began walking down the street, snaking through the sea of people; Tecchou following close by. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get the kid's words out of his mind. Were his markings really that cool? He always saw them as a part of himself, like his hair or nails, not some adornment, but apparently they were something beautiful, something that made people smile. And that was enough to make Tecchou smile too.

𝑱ō𝒏𝒐

we all know he's high on praise already, although I feel like he has a hard time accepting it

appreciates any compliment he gets but when its from children or elderly people it kinda hits different

he tries not to smile, really tries to but inside he's melting

gently pats the child on the crown of his head

The white haired man wiped the blood off his sword with a swift movement; there was a certain grace to this motion that only came from practice.

"Lowly scum" he mumbled under his breath "Really thought he could steal that woman's purse."

Suddenly, a gentle tug on his crimson cape caused him turn around and face a young boy, who didn't seem older than eleven years of age. The kid's gaze was filled with adoration, chocolate brown eyes glimmering with joy and a wide smile stretching his lips.

"Sir if I may..." he began in a hesitant tone "You're so cool. The way you slashed that man was insane!"

The boy spoke with such fervour, mimicking the blade of Jouno's sword with one of his frail arms. "I wanna be just like you when I grow up"

For a brief moment memories from Jouno's dark past resurfaced in his mind. How could this kid say such things? He doesn't know what a cruel person he was and the despicable things he had done and yet... Maybe he had actually changed since he joined the Hunting Dogs, maybe he was a now a better person; worthy of appreciation.

A warm smile tug at the corners of Jouno's lips as he placed a hand on the boy's head and ruffled his chestnut hair.

"Then make sure to stay out of trouble and work hard, kid." he said with a gentleness that surprised even Jouno himself.

The boy nodded eagerly before a woman's voice called out his name.

"Coming mom!" he replied happily, waving the white haired man goodbye. "You'll see how great I'll become sir. Just like you" added the kid as he made his way towards a middle-aged woman carrying a bag of groceries. He took her free hand and soon the two of them got lost in the sea of people swarming around the shopping centre.

Jouno took a deep breath, attempting to push down the rush of emotions that bubbled up inside him. This was all he needed: confirmation that he was doing something good, that his hard work actually paid off and his actions didn't go unnoticed.

Turning on his heels, the man walked towards the revolving doors and out of the mall, heart swelling with pride.

𝒀𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐

she's so happy honestly

knows that little kids are super honest so they mean what they say

depending on the mood she's in she may ruffle the kid's hair a little, affectionately of course

she would remember that moment for such a long time and always go back to it when she's feeling down

"Wow mommy look. She's so pretty!"

Yosano stopped dead in her tracks upon hearing these words. On her right, a little girl pointed one of her little fingers in her direction; her other hand was clutching the summer coat of an older woman.

"You're so pretty miss" said the girl again in the same cheerful voice.

"Oh, Hira. Don't say such things so strangers!" scolded her mother as she bowed deeply. "I'm sorry miss. My daughter is at that age, I'm sure you understand."

A gleeful smile rose to Yosano's lips as she shook her hand dismissively.

"Oh it's quite alright ma'am, I don't mind it at all. She's adorable."

The little girl beamed, her face turning a faint shade of red. Just then a train pulled on their platform and the woman grabbed her daughter's wrist gently and pulled her towards the opening doors; before they left, Yosano overheard the kid asking her mother if she could get her hair cut like her.

The doctor watched the sliding doors of the speed train close, blocking her vision of the girl. Her heart fluttered from happiness. As someone who never actually had a woman to look up to as a kid, she was thrilled to play that role in someone else's life. Combing a hand through her charcoal hair, her fingers lingered upon the golden butterfly clip; a comforting reminder of her past.

Soon after the arrival of her train was announced by a static voice that echoed through the entire underground station. Sweet memories of this day are still living in the back of her mind.

[traintrainingmontage]

Crackship writing exercise from the discord today. An Edward & Diesel 10 (or pre-slash Edward/Diesel 10) fic for @ikoarts and @shikariiin !!

When Diesel 10 first arrived on the railway, the experience was about what he'd expected. The whispers had begun following him like gnats, buzzing about Pinchy, his size, his paintwork, and, of course, his resting bitch face. The steam engines especially looked at him like he was some particularly disgusting bug that had crawled onto their line, their gazes judgemental even as their fear prevented them from being loud about it.

Diesel 10 had expected a warmer reception from the diesels, but oddly enough, they appeared to be a mixed bag. Some of them seemed friendly, but several of them seemed to genuinely fear his presence. Others simply avoided him, as if not wanting to associate. It was something of a lonely first day, to be sure, but Diesel 10 didn't care. He wasn't here to make friends. He never had been. He was here to do jobs nobody else could do, and if they didn't want to be around him, so be--

His train of thought was derailed by a friendly "peep peep" coming in his direction--the whistle of a steam engine. Surprised, Diesel 10 looked up to see what looked like an honest-to-awfulness K2 making their way towards him, a smile on their face.

"What do you want?" Diesel 10 growled, brandishing Pinchy threateningly. He didn't believe in the kindness of that smile for a second; if this engine was here to pick a fight, that was fine by him. Maybe it would help him get rid of some stress.

"Hello!" the other engine greeted warmly, once again catching Diesel 10 completely by surprise. "That's a rather remarkable claw you have there. My name is Edward, and I'm here to formally welcome you to Sodor. Might I know your name?"

Diesel 10 blinked, utterly at a loss. This way-outdated steam engine didn't seem intimidated by Pinchy; if anything, he looked rather impressed. And his expression didn't hold any of the judgement that the others had, diesel or otherwise--as far as Diesel 10 could tell, he was just trying to give a genuine greeting. The diesel was so dumbfounded by this whole exchange that instead of a retort like "piss off" or anything else he'd felt like saying to all those judgey steam engines, he instead found himself replying with: "Uh, the name's Diesel 10. And my claw here is Pinchy."

"Diesel 10 and Pinchy, is it?" There was a beat of silence, and the diesel wanted to brace himself for the inevitable teasing, but there was none to be had. Edward's grin seemed to shine even brighter, somehow. "Wonderful! Thank you very much. Oh, and I'm so sorry for the way that the others treated you on your way in. I'll have a talk with them later. But for now, please accept my sincere apologies."

At this point, Diesel 10's estimation of reality felt like it had been tilted sideways. A steamie? Actually apologizing to him? And not just in a lip-service kind of way either; the diesel could tell that Edward was being quite genuine. Once again, having lost all of his bluster, he managed to stammer out: "Oh, uh, it's fine. I'm used to this kind of thing."

Edward's expression suddenly turned stern. How strange it was to see another get angry on his behalf instead of at him. "Well, you shouldn't have to put up with it here on Sodor. Please let me know if anyone's bothering you."

Then, just as quickly as his ire had clouded his face, it vanished, leaving behind only that sunny smile. "I'll come visit you again soon, Diesel 10. You seem like a good sort, and I look forward to working with you!" With that, Edward pulled away, giving another "peep peep!" of his whistle in farewell as he left. Diesel 10 couldn't help but let out an answering honk of his horn.

Only once the steam engine was out of sight did Diesel 10 feel like he could finally think straight. Over and over again, his conversation with Edward seemed to loop around in his head, always lingering on that gorgeous smile.

"Oh, Pinchy," the towering diesel whispered. "Now I'm really not sure what to do."

[cerebralinvasion]

yandere february event day 12

“I don’t mind being a monster as long as I’m your monster.”

the first thing that hit you was the smell. a sharp metallic scent overtaking your senses before you even opened the door to the room. your face scrunched up. your nostrils burned from just how strong the smell was.

the second thing that hit you was the visual, the blood smeared all around the room, limp bodies pervaded with puncture wounds and slashes. it was a mess, and standing in the middle of all of it was akutagawa. the bodies had to have been fresh. probably killed less than thirty seconds before you entered the room. the blood was still wet, and akutagawa was still facing them.

it probably would have been in your best interest to leave quietly. turn around and report it to the police, but your instincts acted before your mind did. you stumbled back from the doorway with a yelp. naturally, akutagawa heard you. he snapped his head in your direction before grimacing. he seemed annoyed. shit.

you didn’t know akutagawa well. not as well as he knew you, at least. you’ve only seen him a couple of times in passing. you don’t know what his reaction or lack of response means. you don’t know how he managed to kill all those people so quickly and without getting blood on himself. all you knew at the moment was that he was dangerous and that he knew you saw him murder those people. you scrambled away as quickly as you could, throwing yourself in the opposite direction, only to fall. something had grabbed your leg. some kind of black tendril attached to his coat, you couldn’t get away. was he going to kill you now? you whimpered, you didn’t want to die.

“you’re so meddlesome, did you know that? if you could just mind your own business this wouldn’t be an issue.” akutagawa’s words probably weren’t all that wrong. if only you hadn’t been so curious, you never would’ve investigated the room in the first place.

“i- i’m sorry, i won’t tell anyone! please don’t hurt me.” you spoke quickly, you had no idea how much time you had before he made the decision to simply end you. but your words only seemed to make him more annoyed.

“if i wanted to kill you, you’d be dead already.”

“ah, i, huh? so you’re gonna let me go?” you let a shaky smile take over your face, a glimmer of hope gracing you.

“absolutely not.” what little hope you held died. “it’s too late for that. if i let you run off now, you’ll only cause me more issues.”

“so, what’re you going to do?” you spoke, genuine confusion lilting your voice. he didn’t intend to kill you but he also wasn’t going to let you leave? what happens next?

“i suppose i’ll have to take you.”

“take me?” before you could get further into your question, the tentacle on your leg suddenly unraveled. you thought you were freed for a quick moment, only for it to reward itself around your torso, lifting you into the air. “ah-!?”

“i cant have you running off, but i’m not too keen on exterminating you right now. so i’ll keep you around.”

“ack!? what no! lemmie go!”

“would you rather end up like this guys?” he motions his head in the direction of the dead bodies. was that a threat? suddenly all the quiet fear you held replaced itself with an angry panic. the begging had done nothing and now your words began to spill before you could think.

“you fucking killed all those people, and now you’re trying to abduct me! let me go, you’re insane. you’re a monste-mmmf!!” your words were cut short by the tendril wrapping over your mouth, muffling you.

“monster? yes, i’ve heard that before. perhaps it’s true, i might be a monster, but you’re mine. and that’s what matters.”

[kriscommitscrimes]

this is genuinely the most insane rant ive ever concocted

[ID 1: A screenshot that reads; 'I'm on board with people who say Kris is A knight, not THE knight. Making them THE knight just seems way too easy to me if that makes sense? It really doesn't make sense to me why Toby would take that direction. I don't really thing they're the Roaring Knight either, I think that's probably someone else. Kris seems to have opened that specific fountain for a reason. They probably slashed Toriel's tyres to stop her from leaving the house, and they leave the door open. Toriel phoned Undyne before this, they seem to want to encourage her to enter the house. If you go to the police office and talk to Undyne, you have the option to talk to Undyne about the Dark World, and after choosing that, Kris seems to explain it to her in full detail. They seem to trust her. I think they're actually trying to show both of them the Dark World, whether it's to show them that there's something wrong with them, being the whole. possession thing, or something else, I dunno, but those details just stand out to me. Sorry for the rant, I just think Knight theories are really fun as long as they're not making Kris out to be. evil I really don't think that kid is evil sorry'. End ID]

[ID 2: A screenshot that reads; 'ANOTHER THING TO ADD Kris doesn't even really have the intentions that the Knight seemingly does. They just seem to be taking extreme measures. Why would they want to start the Roaring? There's literally no reason why they would WANT to do that, based on character analysis and such. We do get a lot of insight into their character during the first too chapters. Kris seems to me like they're just a weird kid who's a bit mean (like they're particularly mean to Noelle, they pull a LOT of pranks and stuff on her, and they even force her to share a certain healing item with them, but it's not malicious behaviour, it's just friendly banter, Noelle seems looks back on it all fondly), but they don't seem like the kind of person to want to end the world, it just seems to me like they're easily annoyed. Kris is dramatic, they're flirty, they actually seem like they actively enjoy attention. They're probably just causing a scene, Toby has already stated that Chapter Three is sort of just a filler chapter in one of the newsletters (sorry I can't remember for the life of me which one, if someone wants the source I'll go routing). I REALLY doubt Kris knew they could open a fountain until Chapter 2 when Queen explained it. Them opening a fountain and their Dark World appearance just really aren't a good enough analysis when you route a little deeper. Sorry about this again, obviously more of Kris' personality could be revealed as time goes on, this is just what I've pieced together as a Professional Kris Analyser™'. End ID]

[ID 3: A screenshot that reads; 'If anyone brings up Snowgrave to battle my Kris isn't malicious statement I'll just add that Ralsei states that they look DISTRAUGHT when he meets up up with them again, and Noelle mentions that the voice coming from them when being asked to proceed doesn't sound like them in a literal sense. They have no control there, I'd say the player has more control over them during that route. Noelle doesn't mention anything about Kris adding any extra off screen dialogue when you choose any of the dialogue that progresses Snowgrave, they just state what you selected. Kris normally elongates options and interacts with characters under their own vices, we just can't SEE them doing it. But that doesn't happen during Snowgrave. I really don't get people saying that they're the main player in Snowgrave. You could argue that they didn't bother to do anything, but again, Ralsei says that they look really upset over it'. End ID]

[glaciertea]

Masterlist here~

Tales the Songs Weave

Ch.1<< >>Ch.3

Summary: Miguel O'Hara is a leader. A leader who doesn't let anyone or anything distract him from the tasks at hand.

He's focused, unwavering, and ruthless.

But what happens when he abruptly pulls away from his territory and wanders into an unknown playing field he hasn't faced in forever?

Many say love holds no bounds, but how much will he be willing to break for you?

Chapter 2: Everything I Touch Isn't Dark Enough...

Word count: 2.6k

CW/TW: Biting, mention of stimulants, a bit of blood

The moon illuminated the fresh, damp grass from the automated sprinklers used earlier. The peacefulness of the park as the streetlights hum, casting dimly burnt orange iridescent glows along with the gorgeous milky hue from the circle in the sky. Of course, he didn't stray too far from the beaten line. 

A place he enjoys frequenting whenever time permits such a monumental escape. Which is a particularly rare occurrence. So why was he completely apprehensive? Plainly, the habits he shaped are still intact. Now, what was the concern? 

He paused, taking in the scenic landscape. Evergreens sprinkled sparsely, bushes covered in flower buds eager to sprout. A gorgeous pond with a couple of ducks leisurely floating in it, unmindful of the world around them. 

Miguel exhaled from his nose, occupying the bench beside him. Shutting his eyes, he inclined further on the hardwood. 

Alone. Serene for the first time in forever. 

He stayed in this position for a few minutes, when a sudden urge irked him. Fluttering his eyelids open, he squinted them as a young woman's body was clenched up, her gaze glued to something.

You were seated on the bench across from him, the gravel walkway the only thing in between you two. He glanced at you as you took your attention elsewhere.

Miguel's head turns left, then right, quickly catching you staring. Startled, you overtly abandoned the prolonged observation. He furrows his brows, genuinely perplexed at what was confiding you to be so engrossed with him.

…

Shit.

He was still in his gear. He utterly omitted the fact that he didn't discard his suit; he was so far gone inside his own mind that it slipped. 

His claws dug into the wooden grain, leaving trails of anguish behind.

Eyesight once again held. You tilted your face some. Miguel's heart pounded all over. Your hand inched until you were pointing at yourself. From what he perceived (and easily saw), it was your iris.

Your mouth moved.

“Crimson?”

They must have been bloodshot due to the unrequited nerves oozing throughout his system. His heart thumped in his ears. This random stranger had a face to the one wearing the superhero get-up. Luckily, it's a profile without a name, so he got fortunate in that aspect.

Miguel debated if the smart idea was to aimlessly roam away or convince you it was some lame costume, as he was a fan.

His ego selected the first option. He stood, ready to escape, until you mirrored him. Miguel gave a narrowed glare, as you appeared just as befuddled. 

Holding your hands up, you audibly apologized. A few seconds went by as neither one of you moved from your respective spots.

This was becoming ridiculous. 

Miguel shifted in the opposite direction, his mask materializing, when a third person stumbled near you. 

Miguel froze, eyeing the display for a split second. You seemed engaged in a friendly conversation, so Miguel chalked it up to a friend of yours you were probably awaiting. 

Deciding to continue on with his life, a sharp voice screeched, slowing him in his tracks. 

You were gripping the other person's wrists as a knife was near your chest. Even if it was nightfall, Miguel noticed the heightened fear radiating from your face. Leaping into action, he slung his body on the mugger, arms securely wrapped around their chest and neck, attempting to disarm the lunatic.

The individual slashed, slurring on about money. You tumbled backwards on the damp grass as you witnessed Spider-Man struggle to detain whoever this was. 

“¡Oye! Calm down!” Miguel commanded, but they didn't listen. 

Instead, they stomped on Miguel's left foot, causing a concerning crunch. He staggered on the gravel, clutching it, and a slew of curses fell from his lips as the deranged lunatic lunged at the helpless woman with the sharp object.

A shriek failed to slip, as your brain didn't process any of what transpired in the split second.

The individual's arm raised, ready to take you out, until the weapon tumbled on the soil beside you. What seemed to be a woman's face, who had consumed one too many substances, was mere inches from yours.

Eyes enlarged, mouth stuck in a perpetual ‘O’ shape as Spider-Man's teeth were penetrating profoundly on the crook of her neck.

The moon shone as you regarded the blood dripping from the doped lady's skin as he rooted himself more until he yanked away. The attacker slumped over, stunned and barely stirring. Your broadened eyes cast from the possible corpse to Spider-Man.

His ruby-red irises gleamed, blazing under the ivory luminosity. His mouth was covered in the assaulter's claret fluid as he heaved tirelessly.

His shoulders moved in a steady pattern, along with his breathing. His arms outstretched on either side of the mugger and your spooked body as Miguel desperately attempted to placid himself.

When he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. His disjointed awareness snapped him out of whatever state he was locked in as he realized what he just did. 

“I-is she dead?” You mumbled, swallowing a petrified gulp.

He screwed up. He immensely fucked up. 

“Ay coño. No, no, she's just paralyzed. Non-lethal venom.”

You just bob your head, as you didn't know rather to dash in fear, cower in terror, or continue being trapped in this position. 

The last option stuck.

“Spiders have fangs, correct?” Your pointer finger was shakily raised, signifying the glint from his pearly, razor-sharp canines. 

“I-I don't know.” Please don't run. Please don't panic. Understand that he was only trying to protect you. 

“No, no, it's okay; I think most do.” You took a few more swallows of air, swaying your head from side to side and soothing your nerves. “Are you okay?”

That caught him off guard. He still tasted the saltiness of the blood before wiping it on his digital sleeve. 

“I… you… yes. I'm fine.” He pushed himself on his knees, claws sliding through his scalp, disoriented.

“Good, I'm glad. Are you hurt?” You sprawled your legs away from the two, rubbing them to make sure they had any sort of stimulation. 

“What?” Miguel twisted his head. You're not sprinting. You didn't completely recoil. You asked if he was okay. 

“Are you hurt? I saw that she stepped on your foot pretty badly.”

“No, I'll be okay; it'll heal itself.”

“Th-that's really good to hear. Um, how exactly long will she be in this state?”

He blinked. “Maybe thirty minutes? An hour? I injected a decent amount.”

“Enough time for me to escape then.” You chuckled, rubbing your temples, loosening any stress.

Miguel mounted to his feet, ignoring the throbbing ache in his cranium and toes.

“Oh, thank you for that. I didn't mean to cause any concerns.” Following suit, you took to your knees, hoisting your feet to the ground that abruptly appeared uneven. 

“Whoa, hey, ten cuidados ahora.” He instinctively held his hands out to help stabilize you. 

“I got it! I got it, thank you. Hey, can I trouble you for a bit longer?” You rounded to fully get a better sense of him. He towered over you, but it was oddly comforting.

Miguel wasn't expecting this. You were keenly aware of what he was capable of. 

Yes, he is a Spider-Man, but usually he strives to stay away from the public eye. So whenever a citizen snags a glimpse of him in action, they scamper or shrink in uneasiness. It ends up with him wondering if they even depict him as a good guy, even though he is sure he is. He is. 

“Uh, sure.”

“Could you walk home with me? I don't know if I feel comfortable by myself with the–you know.” You gestured to the temporarily frozen criminal.

“Are you sure?”

He wasn't one to usually try to deny a request for a civilian, yet his current appearance would likely turn them away.

“You just saved me from being minced meat; I'm a hundred percent sure I trust you.” You swiftly look down, then back up. "Do we leave them or–?”

Miguel yanked the body and lurched it over his shoulder like a burlap sack full of feathers. He handled the knife with care, shoving it in the attacker's coat pocket.

“That could also work.”

You both shuffled on the vacant sidewalk of the city, a few words sprinkled here and there between the two of you, but mostly lulling ambience from the streets. 

At one point, a detour was made to the nearest police station as Miguel dumped the body by the entrance, until you suggested that wouldn't elicit the best of responses from the cops or any bystanders that caught wind of Spider-Man discarding an immobile body near a soliciting facility full of on-duty policemen.

So you waltzed in for him, explaining the ordeal to an officer behind the desk so no problems would arise in the near future. You also provided your phone number, just in case.

You continued on halfway as you keenly observed Miguel groping the side of his head periodically. 

“Is everything alright?”

Jutting him from his thoughts, he squinted in your direction. 

“You keep grabbing at your head, so I'm just checking in.” You poked at your own skull before lowering your hand stiffly.

“No te preocupes por eso, I'm good.” He winced under each streetlamp they crossed beneath.

He recognized the problem earlier in the aggressive ordeal. Whatever narcotics the lady was consuming was evidently still streaming within her system, so now he's experiencing the aftereffects. As long as he could withstand the sensation for the rest of the time until you were secured at your destination, he would be home-free.

And as if on cue by some cruel fate, the throbbing worsened. Intensifying dreadfully. 

Violently, he hurled his frame at a wall, claws agonizingly clenched into the bricked foundation as his entire body felt as if he were bathing in scalding water. 

“Whoa, hey! Spider-Man, are you oka-”

“Leave me.” Miguel thunderously roared as you yelped at the sudden agitation from the hero.

Miguel prayed that you would turn a blind eye and sprint far away back to your place. But to his dismay, you hovered, hands held out in front as if calming a wild beast. A soft expression is presented on your face.

“Wha–no! I'm not abandoning someone who is in clear pain!” You gradually stepped near him, mindfully maintaining your distance to allow him space to breathe. 

That wasn't the response he hoped for. 

His ferociously agitated glower didn't even seem to phase you as you controlled your composure.

“I. Said. Leave.” He commanded in a now-threatening tone, his talons out in a balled fist before ramming it in the hard surface, leaving an impressive indent. 

Surely, surely, that comeuppance would have made it abundantly clear for you to flee, but still, you didn't budge.

“I'm. Not. Leaving. You.”

A drop of sweat slid down your cheek. He was foreboding, someone who could simply rip you in two with quite ease. But, from your view, he was a tattered man in obvious distress.

The drugs slammed into Miguel's internal systems, causing him to collapse. Whatever it was, that woman must have had a copious load, and it wasn't agreeing with him. 

Dissipating his mask, he dug his claws into his scalp, wobbling onto his knees. His breathing was unsteady and inconsistent, as he was pooling in sweat.

You panic for a few seconds until a twitch of a grin snuck its way on your face. You two were adjacent to your apartments. 

“Well, lady luck bestowed her grace on us!” You scampered over to Miguel, who once again attempted to hiss, expecting to spook you away, but there was still not a single shift in your demeanor. 

“Oh God, you weigh a lot.”

You huffed and grappled an arm around his neck and one for the waist, endeavoring to hoist him on his feet.

“You gotta work with me! I know you're in pain, but we don't have far to go!” You exclaim, hooking his limb around your neck and repositioning your bodies for an easier hold. 

Miguel concluded you weren't quitting, so with the last bit of energy, he steadied himself on your frame as you began to repeat ‘one and two’ to help align your steps. The excessive weight strained you, but you sucked up any and all complaints, putting in your best efforts to get you both into your apartment. 

Nearly fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of near tumbles, close calls, and pausing for him to recover.

When you both bumbled to the door, you struggled a few times with the key until finally succeeding, making the way into your bedroom, where Miguel was flung onto your full twin-sized bed.

Miguel heaved and gasped out, dissolving more of his suit until only the bottom half remained. 

You were a matted mess. Wheezing out as nearly most of your stamina was depleted. 

Though there was no time. 

Shuffling to your closest, you snatched a few rags and towels, running them over cool water and making your way back towards the gigantic man.

You laid them all over his torso and forehead, hoping they'd subdue any heat he was suffering. Rushing out of the room, you return with an iced glass of water, back on his side.

“This should hopefully help.”

Climbing onto your bed, you lifted his head carefully and placed it on your lap. Miguel groaned from his chest as you raised the cup to his mouth.

Miguel drank the liquid greedily, as if he had wandered the Sahara desert for months, severely parched. Some of the contents spilled over his chest and neck, occasionally a bit getting on your jeans, but you didn't complain.

You repeated these notions. Re-soaking the rags, refilling the glass until the transparent beverage left trails of droplets leading from the kitchen to the bed. This proceeded for nearly an hour until he was finally moderately stable.

You set what seemed to be the twelfth ice cold water down on your bedside table. 

“How are you feeling?” You rested on your knees, propping your elbows up on the mattress, replacing the warm cloth with a cooler one. 

“Stimulants… too much. Body, my body needs, needs…” And with that, Miguel passed out. 

You halted and clenched onto the damp rag.

“I think you needed sleep.” You whispered to yourself, putting the rag next to the drink. 

Flopping on the side of your bed frame, you released an exasperated whine as the events from earlier snuck up on you. 

Eventful was one way of defining it. 

Slapping your cheeks a couple times, you decided to partake in studying exactly who was residing on your bed. 

Peeking up, you took note of exactly how huge he was. Rippling muscles on every inch of his body. His large chest was fairly hairy. Curly dark brown, just like the thicker, more luscious ones on his head. 

And you couldn't deny that he was a handsome man. 

Beautiful, captivating even. Prominent cheekbones, slighted, parted lips plump, somewhat chapped. His jaw clamped firmly. You reached to touch the side of it but hesitated, not wanting to endure the repercussions. So, you decided to just continue surveying with your eyes. 

You noticed the plentiful stress lines canvassing across his forehead and along the sides. Being a hero can surely hinder anyone. 

After thoroughly conducting your study, you came to the final result. There's a gorgeous, chiseled sculpture of a man, who also happens to be the protector of Nueva York, laying exhaustively dormant on your springy mattress. 

And who says Wednesdays are mundane days?

Glancing at your alarm, it read in bright green that it was a quarter past three. Thankfully, you had the day off.

Changing the lukewarm towels for the last time, you gathered some blankets and made a makeshift bed on your living room couch, conking out yourself. 

Was this the smartest idea to doze off with Spider-Man under the same roof as you? Maybe, maybe not, but you would face the wrath later on.

[pet-cemetery-emotes]

exsqueeze me

OKAY slash gen for a sec but. Actually, hang on im struggling to figure out the most concise and polite way to say this but. Im gonna try!

You can take my emojis and run! It's free, and easy! Collect them in a burner Discord server if you have Nitro! Pop em in a server with every antiendo in the world. idgaf, i genuinely dont want to limit who has the ability to vocalize themselves. I dont think accessibility should hinge on being the correct kind of person, or not being "annoying", or not being traumatized in a consumable or polite way. We're all on our own journeys. I hope we all arrive at a place where we can be compassionate to each other, even if we will never understand each other. So anyone on god's green earth can use my emojis.

But anti-endo rhetoric is triggering to me. And I've said this before, in addition to the paragraph above - Do not interact with me if you are anti-endo! I will block you, for my own safety and peace of mind. You can still access my emojis by viewing them from desktop at this link if you Really want them. Anon, this ask was the least tactful thing you could've done. You could not have found a more direct way to make yourself known to me, and you are summarily IP blocked for it. Lol

I'm giving anyone who reads this permission to not tell me things. It's okay. These are free to use stickers, and I mean that. I hope you use them with kindness in your hearts, but that is out of my hands. Whether or not I would like you should matter way less than your ability to advocate for and express yourself, and if using my work is the easiest way to do that, then I want you to take that. :)

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Volo x reader

Finally got a request for him and I need to write more for him. So sorry if he’s ooc or anything!

It’s been several weeks since the incident, and you’ve been searching everywhere for Volo. You’ve been worried about him, despite everyone telling you not to, that he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness or anything of the sort. However, you didn’t agree with them. You knew him better than anyone else, even if he didn’t tell you about the whole wanting to capture Arceus thing.

You were out searching for him once again, hoping to finally find him and

“Volo!” You called out, your Luxray walking along with you. He was a bit worried about you, since he knew how close you were with the ex-merchant, and he had gotten close to him and his pokemon as well.

“Wait, I know! I can see if Cogita knows his whereabouts.” You looked back at your Luxray, who just nodded in agreement, as the two of you made your way to the Ancient Retreat.

“Cogita!” You called out her name as you got closer to her home. She had stepped outside, curious to who was calling her name.

“Oh, hello Y/n. What brings you here today?” She made her way over to you.

“I’ve been looking all over the land of Hisui for Volo… no one has seen him and I’m getting worried. I know everyone else doesn’t like him for what he’s done, but I don’t hate him. Have you seen him? Or at least have a possible idea of his whereabouts?” Cogita was silent for a few moments, as if debating something in her mind as she examined your expression of worry and genuine concern for Volo.

“I have seen him. He told me not to tell any one of his whereabouts, but I can tell how much you actually care about him, even if you… probably shouldn’t. However, I think he needs to know that not everyone completely hates him.”

“Please, tell me where he is. I won’t tell him that you told me.”

“Oh I’m sure he’ll figure it out, he’s a smart man after all.”

“I know.” And with that, Cogita had given you the directions to find Volo. You waved goodbye to her and made your way to find him, your Luxray still at your side.

After traveling for a while, you ended up in a secluded area, far away from any possible human presence or interaction. Was Volo really here..? You were really hoping so. Your Luxray kept close to your side as the two of you walked, looking around, before you were snatched back by Luxray as an air slash hit the ground where you had been standing a moment before.

“Whoa..! Thanks, Luxray.” You looked up to see a familiar Pokemon: Volo’s Togekiss!

“Togekiss! It’s me, Y/n!” You called out to it, hoping it would remember you. Luxray had stood in front of you in a protective manner as Togekiss examined the two of you before moving closer. It seems to remember you as it let out a happy cry and hugged you with its wings.

“It’s good to see you again, buddy, but where is Volo..?” You let go and Togekiss motioned for you to follow further into the secluded area. You nodded and followed after it, Luxray right beside you.

“Ah, there you are Togekiss, you had me worried for a minute th-…” Volo cut himself off as he saw you with his Togekiss.

“Y/n..?” He sounded more confused than anything. “How did you even find me? No… the better question is why did you find me? Here to humiliate me further? Tell the others where I am? What?”

“No, not at all!” You took a step closer to him, a worried look on your face. “I would never tell anyone else where you are, not after I’ve spent several weeks looking for you after the incident! I don’t want you to disappear again, Volo..”

“Again, I ask, why are you here then?”

“Because I care about you! I don’t hate you like they do. We were always so close.. When I found out you disappeared I couldn’t believe it.” Your hands were now shaking a bit as you were looking up at him.

“I miss you… I miss you a lot.”

“I’m not going back there, Y/n.”

“I’m not asking you to come back!” You moved closer to him and hugged him, making him flinch in response.

“Why do you care..? I’ve done horrible things.” He looked down at you, a puzzled look on his face. “I don’t understand.”

“I already told you, Volo! We’ve been friends for so long… and I care about you.”

“If you’re here to pity me, then I don’t want it-“

“It’s not pity, I genuinely care about you.”

“You.. actually care about me?”

“Yes! That’s what I was trying to tell you.” It was silent for a few moments… until you felt Volo hug you back, looking away from you.

“I… missed you too, Y/n. I’m glad it was you who managed to find me.”

“Really?” You were rather surprised by this.

“Yes, really. I would’ve told you where I was going but I didn’t want you to be involved with me. I didn’t want the others to shame you or be upset at you because of how close we are.”

“I would never let them get to me… but I’m glad you’re okay and still alive.”

“And I’m glad you’re here now.. and you can come back whenever you want.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead gently. “Promise me you’ll return.” You nodded and rest your forehead against his.

“Of course I will. You know I will. And don’t worry about the others, I won’t let them find you here.”

“I know you won’t. I trust you, Y/n.”

“Come on, let’s step outside and talk, catch up on what we’ve missed.” You let him go from the hug before taking his hand into your own.

“Very well.” You two walked out of the cave and into the forest, where your Luxray and his Togekiss were sitting, as if catching up with each other.

“Looks like they missed each other too.” You looked over at the two Pokemon nearby, a faint smile on your face.

“I think you’re right, Y/n.” You went over to them, taking a seat on a fallen over tree, with Volo sitting by you, and the two of you talked, catching each other up on what was going on in your lives after the incident, while also telling him that you forgive him, and him reluctantly accepting it as he feels as though he doesn’t deserve it, but it was one of the things he liked about you, that despite what he’s done, you still care about him and forgive him. He feels as though he doesn’t deserve you or your kindness, but happy to still have you around.

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

PROPAGANDA

Katara Propaganda

"She's smart. She's powerful. She an eco-terrorist. She's got the ability to grow as a person. She's a victim of misogynistic fans who codify her as an annoying bitch (sadly not affectionate) cause she's the "mom character." And that's all she will ever be is "The mom character." She bested Azula and could blood bend your ass but won't cause she's chosen not to be a monster! But she's the annoying mom instead."

"if i have to hear ONE MORE *touches necklace* joke i’m gonna mcfreaking lose it"

"despite being one of the most well-written feminist characters of children’s TV, the fandom decides to define her based on her very realistic 14-year-old girl flaws. Ignoring her complex independent arcs and motivations, people love justifying their hatred towards her based on her one line directed at Sokka that he didn’t love his mother as much as she did. Which, if we’re being nitpicky, isn’t so harsh given that it was Katara who shouldered most of the burden of her death, as well as Sokka’s admittance that he doesn’t even remember his mother. Not to mention that ALL the characters make selfish mistakes given the fact that they’re all aged 12-15??? (Aang hiding Katara and Sokka’s father’s letter, anyone???) She really is an elegant breakthrough of the typical female character molds of “girl who is badass” and “girl with a crush on the mc who sits on the sidelines” and it’s so frustrating to see her get the most hate out of the Gaang"

Yukari Propaganda

"YUKARI PROPAGANDA: SHE IS LITERALLY SO CORRECT ABOUT EVERYTHING. People call her a bitch for uhh [checks notes] having a a brief freak out after she's shown live footage of her father's gruesome death? For [checks notes] accusing Mitsuru of lying to them about important information (which turned out to be COMPLETELY TRUE, by the way, but fans still mock her for this)? For [checks notes one last time] being mean to Junpei, who gives as good as he gets with rude and sometimes sexist comments in response? And even then, several times she apologizes or reassures him that she was just kidding when he seems genuinely upset by her words, so it's not like she isn't compassionate towards him. She is also routinely mocked and villainized for (huge spoilers) wanting to risk it all to attempt to save the protagonist after he passes away saving the world. To be fair, this turns out to have been the wrong choice, but let's be real -- she was a grieving teenager trying to save her friend slash crush. Yes, she was emotionally all over the place during The Answer. Of course she was! THE WORLD ALMOST ENDED AND HER FIRST LOVE HAD TO DIE TO SAVE EVERYONE. LIKE, THAT JUST HAPPENED TO HER. And everyone somehow just expects her to behave perfectly rationally when she's a 17 year old girl who just lost someone important to her and also almost died with the rest of humanity. Girl is traumatized and grieving and all people can do is call her a hysterical bitch or whatever other shit they wanna come up with." (by @ragecndybars)

"she's NOT a bitch she has a hard time opening up to people + she's a 17 year old dealing with grief after one of those people dies leave her alone!!"

[lxmitlxss]

MOBILE FRIENDLY RULES

as of 08/11/24

i. Please DO

crossovers, aus

most anything goes ( within reason )

ask to ship! ( see III. )

send asks! ( BE SPECIFIC, non-claimed/non-directed anons will be answered OOC or by Gojo or Break )

One-liners, Para, Multi-para and Novella

Please DONT

Godmod - ie. control my characters

Powerplay - ie. make a character all-knowing/powerful who isnt already

Metagaming - ie. put your ooc knowledge in your character ic if they genuinely dont know

Please be aware that I am dyslexic and a slow reader…

You should not be trying to control my characters, insta-kill them, or otherwise direct how I write my character. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated, but PLEASE, if you only have negative things to say to me, don’t say them at all. Any anonymous hate to me will be ignored and deleted.

ii. PLEASE DON’T HESITATE TO ROLEPLAY ANY SORT OF ROLEPLAY, WITHIN REASON.

I am willing to roleplay violent and other similar themes because of the genre of the original content. However, I’d like to officially say that I will NOT roleplay any NSFW themes such as smut or overly sexual roleplays with anyone under 18 years of age. Both my muse and I are 21+. I am also selective as to whom I rp sexual themes with – though chances are, if we have a ship, you’re automatically on my OK-list.

iii. Please DO ( ship edition )

het, slash, femslash, polyship, crackship, rarepair, BrOTP, Queerplatonic, etc

OC x Canon, Self Insert x Canon ( but no godmodding my portrayals! )

communicate first about a potential ship

bring your headcanons to the table and communicate them

communicate ( /silly )

jokingly ask to ship ( i will take it seriously /silly )

ship with chemistry

Please DONT

no weird age gaps ( adult mortal x immortal is fine )

canon abuser x victim

no sexual ships for kid/teen muses

follow-up: no preteen ships… crushes are fine!

no age-ups JUST to hard-ship

craddle robber ships ( older muse watched younger grow up, etc )

if you want to use darker material in a roleplay, please communicate with me - though if I say no, please respect that! 

iv. FEEL FREE TO TALK TO ME!

I really don’t bite, and if I do, its on accident. Do you need me to reply to a thread? Ask me to! Do you want to start a ship with me? Go ahead and ask! Do you want to do some crazy plot with all sorts of ins and outs and too many sub-plots to count? Fire away! I am a very amicable person, so please don’t be afraid to call me a friend! I am however, more often than not too afraid to talk to you first, so don’t be afraid to approach me! Seriously!

v. Please, if you have anything you want to talk to me about, I am here to listen. Criticism and plotting or whatever have you, I am fine with talking! I’m only semi-selective because my muses can be really finicky, so I’m sorry in advance! ADDENDUM - Please do not vague me if I have upset you. If I have blocked you or moved away from you in some way, and you would like to reach out, you can! I won't deny you an explanation if you ask. But please be mindful that I can and will block/soft block if I feel like I need to.

vi. CREDITS. mun's Gilbert icons and PSD SakuraCommissions Boothill and Levi Baskerville Icons by SakuraCommissions Loki Icons by tonyshoodie and helpingheroes vash icons by crimsonicons/popsicons

[ratasum]

Regarding everything with Leyya and her parents: Leyya was a very strangely lonely kid, and you wouldn't have expected that from her. Her parents had a whirlwind romance in college, contracted IMMEDIATELY once they were of age, had Leyya… and realized they were the worst POSSIBLE fit in a relationship and split while Leyya was about a year old.

So she bounced between her parents a lot as they moved on to other relationships. She is the oldest of a collective thirteen kids.

She never had a lot of the stability her younger siblings would come to know because her parents don't… talk anymore, really. It wasn't a good or healthy relationship OR break up. But Pruri, her mother, was a progeny instructor specifically tasked with instructing "wards of the council." Orphans. And at this point, Leyya didn't really have anyone.

She acted out, loud and boisterous and happy because it felt better than being sad about it (except it really didn't). But then she saw this angry little bald girl with big pale blue eyes sitting alone in class and was like "That's gonna be my best friend" and annoyed Zojja into friendship. Basically the class clown and the teacher's pet.

Then they got older, and Snaff took in Zojja, and now Leyya's watching this older guy who's already Snaff's apprentice just get angrier and she's just sitting there thinking "Buddy she's like twelve?" But also sort of seeing the similarities.

Sitting there as a 13-14 year old, especially after Kudu fucked off (was talking to @system-architect about how it makes the drama so much more juicy if Snaff took in Zojja BEFORE Kudu left and tbh I like that SOOO), just like "I could see how my bestie could turn out JUST LIKE THAT." But Zojja had the benefit of being very good at learning from mistakes. To a point.

(And then, again, Leyya came out as a trans woman to this, her best friend slash long time crush, and COMPLETELY forgot to ask the most important question this started with.)

But Zojja really was her ONLY friend. And she liked Snaff better than her own father, Daxx.

Also I realize there has to be a certain loneliness and like… ostracization factor? At your mother deciding yeah you're the same age as the other kids so I'm going to take you with me instead of enrolling you in a traditional progeny school, and all of a sudden you're the lone kid in the room who has a mother.

(This also ties into how Daxx is kind of a flake of a parent to Leyya. Forgets to send her a birthday present for two months. Calls her Hann for a year after she came out not because he's transphobic but because he interacts with her so rarely sometimes that he genuinely forgot she'd transed her gender. Then LATER he still has forgotten she's trans but in the opposite direction... he becomes fully convinced Leyya is a cis woman, has always been a cis woman, and that's just perfectly normal. He is the flakiest flake in existence.)

But yeah. The smartass, the jovial, affable, friendly rogue? She's seriously a little fucked up.

[snowthornes]

A warning: ahead is a very very long essay-slash-ramble about Salyra, a character from Crown of Exile by @ramonag-if . I have a lot of thoughts about her complexities as a character as well as the tragedies of her relationship with the MC, so I figured I should just put them all into words before I explode. If you haven't read CoE yet, please do — you won't regret it!! Especially if you're a huge fan of complicated, "okay wow this hurts" family angst and heart melting romance. 🥹✨✨

Salyra is someone who possesses the self-created tragedy of a hero. When Salyra believes in something, she believes in it with her whole heart, and she'll stop at nothing to fight for it. She's... the hero that many adore, but hurts those closest to her, directly or indirectly. Like her family, who've heard nary a word from her for all those years, not knowing if she was alive or dead. Like the MC.

Salyra's sacrificed countless things for her cause, and those sacrifices sometimes involved the hearts of those who loved her.

She's willful. Willful and determined. Great qualities for a rebellion's leader/figure of inspiration; not so much for when you're trying to patch up a relationship with your child who had long thought you dead, and had suffered for it.

It's like she thinks that if she pushes enough, if she shows MC the depths of her sincerity, it'll make MC accept her after all those years. It doesn't. For certain MCs, anyway. It only serves to push them further away.

Right, this is going to swerve into more specific territory. I'll be going into a little more detail on my MC's relationship with Salyra. The relationship between Salyra and my MC just... fascinates me.

Salyra is the high priestess, adored by the people of Ishari. MC... is MC. They were discriminated, mistreated, and followed with gazes of spite and distrust in Cyre because of their Ishari blood. Once MC returned to Ishari, they were greeted with — surprise, surprise — even more gazes of distrust and suspicion! Partly because of their blood guard parentage, partly because of their loyalty to the exiled prince, etc etc.

You stare at Rana, suddenly conflicted with anger and betrayal. You never wanted a sister, you only wanted a mother. Rana stares at you, suddenly gripping onto Mama's arm and twisting behind her, as if afraid to look up at you. A look of disappointment flashes through Mama's eyes, but it is directed at you, not Rana. It is a look you remembered Mama using when anyone would upset you as a child and now, you find yourself bearing the full force of her frown. You would laugh were it not so painful to think about the life you were robbed while Mama evidently moved on.

"Avriel," Mama murmurs. "You are my son and I know that I have not always been there for you, but I would like to remedy that. We cannot gain back what we have lost, but we have time now to find each other again."

"I need to go," Mama murmurs. "Rana needs me, Avriel. So does Danzor."

For a moment, you catch sight of your mother, but she does not see you. After returning to the temple, she has washed and changed, the priestesses who had been chanting earlier, now crowding around her. Anu called Mama the High Priestess and you cannot help but wonder just how long she has been in Ishari.

It's these. These scenes. Salyra has built a life in Ishari, a life without the MC. A loving family, a figure loved by the people... this is all that MC knows of who Salyra is now. The Salyra presented to him is a hero. A golden existence, a light in the dark, fearless leader of the rebellion.

(They need you? What about me, Mama? Do I not need you as well?)

(Those who had looked at you with suspicion now look at her with respectful, even admiring eyes. Salyra has a life here. But you — you are just the same. You are an outsider still, whether in Cyre or Ishari.)

Avriel is genuine and soft hearted, but he has a spine of unbending steel. He is proud. All those years mourning Salyra, grieving for her, only to find her alive and well in Ishari and with a family that she so clearly (and here we have a peek into Avriel's pain induced bitter thoughts, because honestly, that sad and angry child from so long ago never truly left him) prioritizes over him.

It's like his life has been rendered into a bitter joke.

What does Salyra want from him? Does she expect him to come and go as she pleases, there when she wants him and gone when she doesn't? Is he expected to wait in the wings as Salyra tends to her new family, only playing the part of a loving son when her eyes turn to him once more? Salyra, his mama. Salyra, now the head priestess, looked upon with respect by the very people who had looked at him with such suspicion.

(^ Above is Avriel's current thought process. Yes, he's a real mess. Irus is having a hell of a time soothing him, as the usual gentle-eyed man is currently very much like a wounded cat with its claws out and teeth bared, eyes set in a glacial glint.)

And honestly, those words might be quite unfair to Salyra. We do not know what she's experienced. Not yet. But are the words left spoken and unspoken between mother and child always fair? I think not. Salyra's expectations of MC could be called unfair as well, depending on the MC you're playing.

I just. I just find this so tragic. Salyra is a deeply complex character. Her greatest strengths are also her deepest flaws. Ironic, how the qualities that made her a hero could be the very thing that chills the heart of her child. I remember you said that Salyra will wise up on how to treat the MC in a future chapter, but wow. The tragedy of Salyra being her own undoing and the detoriation of the relationship between lauded mother and outcast child is just. Wow.

Also. leaving this here because Irus + Nearly Feral with Rage MC is everything:

You nearly laugh, the bitter rage that has been festering beneath your skin like a swarm of wasps, threatens to erupt from your skin. Prince Irus settles a hand on your shoulder and instantly, you are looking at him, noting the concern in his gaze. All at once, the rage leaves you, until you can finally breathe once more.

[yamayuandadu]

Do you think Zanmu and Hisami could ever indulge in a proper romantic relationship, as supposed to the one sided crush poor Hisami is trapped in right now? Additionally, do you think Hisami is actually connected to Izanami, or just another member of the youkai species her servants are?

I think this is the first time in ages that I got a shipping ask. I’m pretty happy about this. I actually like talking about shipping a lot even if my blog is dominated by posts like “check out this obscure religious pamphlet, really illuminating on the connection between Matarajin and Iizuna Gongen”. Zanhisa is probably going to end up in my top 3 of Touhou pairings. Might even dethrone Mokoukeine as the #2 (side note - Keine needs more than 1 pairing with some canon backing). So, thanks for asking about it. Due to length the response to your two questions has been placed under the cut.

Realistically? It’s probably not happening in canon because even if ZUN’s intent really is to present Hisami as romantically interested in Zanmu, as we are hoping, this is a heavily status quo dependent series. I’m afraid Hisami is as likely to change her relationship status as Okina is to actually find replacements for Mai and Satono. On top of that, recent “loyal henchman” characters are often struggling with reappearances. I’m pessimistic if Hisami will fare any better in that regard than Mai, Satono or Mayumi, especially with no new print works in sight. Subjectively?  I think what I already said makes the answer obvious - of course I think it can work. It’s the classic henchman ship, the lifeblood of f/f pairings since 1800 BCE (or earlier). The whole game is a boon to people who like that sort of setup when you think of it (unless you like Shou/Nazrin - not much on that front tragically). They clearly have interests  and lifestyle choices in common, too, and that’s basically a solid chunk of what makes a relationship work. I think whether a relationship between Zanmu and Hisami can work is something that depends more on Zanmu than Hisami, though. The fact that we have direct confirmation that Zanmu doesn’t know why Hisami acts the way she does is a plus, since it’s not hard to imagine that Suika’s accusations, which do not seem baseless, have a lot to do with her being seemingly able to figure others out. So, someone who doesn’t really fall in this category already has the benefit of being on more equal terms with her than anyone else. The fact that Hisami’s bio mentions she generally gets involved in Zanmu’s schemes and it’s not a one off thing imo does indicate Zanmu cares about her on some level. I’d imagine she would’ve replaced her with someone else otherwise, given that she presumably messes up on purpose often enough for Zanmu to be aware that’s going to happen. Once again, in the light of Suika’s comments about treating others instrumentally it feels sensible to me to assume that there’s some genuine sympathy at play. A lot depends on how you interpret Hisami’s ending, also - if we’ll learn at some point that Zanmu invites her to parties regularly, it’s probably not very meaningful and just professional courtesy. If it’s a first, which is the impression I got, I would say from a shipping perspective it’s basically like a date. That’s how I plan to use it in a fic (coming soon), fwiw. It’s true Zanmu doesn’t take her to the other party, but perhaps that boils down to it being a political event. Given what sort of blog this is, I think I should point out that a relationship, or at least experiencing some other form of intimacy, would actually fit Zanmu’s whole corrupt slash eccentric monk gimmick. Not following the prescribed rules on celibacy was actually one of the more standard criticisms in the texts where the idea of corrupt monks turning into demons originates in. And on top of that it seems Zanmu’s historical counterpart according to a legend was a student of Ikkyu, a notably anti-celibacy eccentric monk who is famous for, among other things, his relationship with a certain Mori, a biwa hoshi (wandering blind musician) who is mentioned in many of his poems. What I’m saying is, thematically being in a relationship feels as appropriate for Zanmu as not being fond of tengu is for Okina. She should indulge in it.

She even already has the skeleton thing going on, like Ikkyu does in art. She just needs to get a girlfriend and she will truly live up to the Zen eccentric standards. As for the second question: while we do not know how this works in Touhou, there are no “generic” yomotsu-shikome in real myths. They only ever appear in the myth of Izanagi’s escape from Yomi. No source actually explains where they came from, but alongside the yomotsu-ikusa (similarly of unspecified origin) and the thunder gods born from Izanami last minute they chase him on Izanami’s behalf both in Kojiki and Nihon Shoki. The latter clarifies there are only 8 of them, and to my best knowledge there are no additional more obscure sources which would contradict any of this. I personally think it’s fair game to assume Izanami does exist in Touhou, unless ZUN explicitly confirms Keiki and Eika have genealogy incompatible with their origin myths (Tsukuyomi and Amaterasu can in theory exist without Izanami). So, by extension I do not think there’s any reason to assume the yomotsu-shikome have nothing to do with her, at least if you’re the sort of fan who likes digging for backstory material in genuine mythology and folklore. Note that both Tsukasa and Biten directly reference the Izanagi and Izanami myth involving yomotsu-shikome, too. This being said, I do not think there’s much of a reason to have yomi as a separate location in Touhou in the present day, or to have Hisami be disconnected from the Ministry. We do not really know much about the position of yomotsu-shikome in the setting so far - I honestly doubt we ever will - but in AFiEU Hecatia mentions that there were various entities in hell who were there before yamas and oni started organizing it, and that some of them support the yama and oni way of doing things. It seems like a natural spot for Hisami, seeing as “hell” in Touhou seems to encompass multiple types of afterlife, not just the Buddhist-style hell. Specifically when it comes to shipping, this would give Hisami a point of connection with Zanmu, who’s also in hell by choice.

[viridisleo]

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rules below the cut --

before anything, i do want to say i do write pidge as some form of genderqueer because of some selfindulgence/self-projection. if you cannot respect this, please do not interact

to do or not to do

Please DO

crossovers, aus

most anything goes ( within reason )

ask to ship! ( see 4. )

send asks! ( non-claimed/non-directed anons will be answered OOC )

One-liners, Para, Multi-para and Novella

Please DONT

Godmod - ie. control my characters

Powerplay - ie. make a character all-knowing/powerful who isnt already

Metagaming - ie. put your ooc knowledge in your character ic if they genuinely dont know

Please be aware that I am dyslexic and a slow reader…

You should not be trying to control my characters, insta-kill them, or otherwise direct how I write my character. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated, but PLEASE, if you only have negative things to say to me, don’t say them at all. Any anonymous hate to me will be ignored and deleted.

2. PLEASE DON’T HESITATE TO ROLEPLAY ANY SORT OF ROLEPLAY, WITHIN REASON.

I am willing to roleplay violent and other similar themes because of the genre of the original content. However, I’d like to officially say that I will NOT roleplay any NSFW themes such as smut or overly sexual roleplays with anyone under 18 years of age. Both my muse and I are 21+. I am also selective as to whom I rp sexual themes with – though chances are, if we have a ship, you’re automatically on my OK-list.

3. communication

Please, if you have anything you want to talk to me about, I am here to listen. Criticism and plotting or whatever have you, I am fine with talking! I’m only semi-selective because my muses can be really finicky, so I’m sorry in advance! ADDENDUM - Please do not vague me if I have upset you. If I have blocked you or moved away from you in some way, and you would like to reach out, you can! I won't deny you an explanation if you ask. But please be mindful that I can and will block/soft block if I feel like I need to.

4. to do or not to do (ship edition)

Please DO

het, slash, polyship, crackship, rarepair, BrOTP, Queerplatonic, etc

OC x Canon, Self Insert x OC

communicate first about a potential ship

bring your headcanons to the table and communicate them

communicate ( /silly )

jokingly ask to ship ( i will take it seriously /silly )

ship with chemistry

Please DONT

no weird age gaps

ABSOLUTELY no romantic ships with adults she is 17 at the oldest in canon

on that note, no age-ups JUST to hard-ship with adults (if you want to develop something with someone older it has to be within 5 years and have WRITTEN DEVELOPMENT)

also, no cradle robber ships ( older muse watched younger grow up, etc )

if you want to use darker material in a roleplay, please communicate with me - though if I say no, please respect that!

5. FEEL FREE TO TALK TO ME!

I really don’t bite, and if I do, its on accident. Do you need me to reply to a thread? Ask me to! Do you want to start a ship with me? Go ahead and ask! Do you want to do some crazy plot with all sorts of ins and outs and too many sub-plots to count? Fire away! I am a very amicable person, so please don’t be afraid to call me a friend! I am however, more often than not too afraid to talk to you first, so don’t be afraid to approach me! Seriously!

[multimerc]

Mobile Friendly Rules

Updated 08/24/24

i. Please DO

crossovers, aus

most anything goes ( within reason )

ask to ship! ( see III. )

send asks!

One-liners, Para, Multi-para and Novella

Please DONT

Godmod - ie. control my character

Powerplay - ie. make a character all-knowing/powerful who isnt already

Metagaming - ie. put your ooc knowledge in your character ic if they genuinely dont know

Please be aware that I am dyslexic and a slow reader…

You should not be trying to control my characters, insta-kill them, or otherwise direct how I write my character. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated, but PLEASE, if you only have negative things to say to me, don’t say them at all. Any anonymous hate to me will be ignored and deleted.

ii. PLEASE DON’T HESITATE TO ROLEPLAY ANY SORT OF ROLEPLAY, WITHIN REASON.

I am willing to roleplay violent and other similar themes because of the genre of the original content. However, I’d like to officially say that I will NOT roleplay any NSFW themes such as smut or overly sexual roleplays with anyone under 18 years of age. Both my muse and I are 21+. I am also selective as to whom I rp sexual themes with – though chances are, if we have a ship, you’re automatically on my OK-list.

iii. Please DO ( ship edition )

het, slash, femslash, polyship, crackship, rarepair, BrOTP, Queerplatonic, etc

OC x Canon, Self Insert x Canon ( but no godmodding my portrayals! )

communicate first about a potential ship

bring your headcanons to the table and communicate them

communicate ( /silly )

jokingly ask to ship ( i will take it seriously /silly )

ship with chemistry

Please DONT

no weird age gaps ( adult mortal x immortal is fine )

canon abuser x victim

no sexual ships for kid/teen muses

follow-up: no preteen ships… crushes are fine!

no age-ups JUST to hard-ship

cradle robber ships ( older muse watched younger grow up, etc )

if you want to use darker material in a roleplay, please communicate with me - though if I say no, please respect that! 

iv. FEEL FREE TO TALK TO ME!

I really don’t bite, and if I do, its on accident. Do you need me to reply to a thread? Ask me to! Do you want to start a ship with me? Go ahead and ask! Do you want to do some crazy plot with all sorts of ins and outs and too many sub-plots to count? Fire away! I am a very amicable person, so please don’t be afraid to call me a friend! I am however, more often than not too afraid to talk to you first, so don’t be afraid to approach me! Seriously!

v. Please, if you have anything you want to talk to me about, I am here to listen. Criticism and plotting or whatever have you, I am fine with talking! I’m only semi-selective because my muse can be really finicky, so I’m sorry in advance! ADDENDUM - Please do not vague me if I have upset you. If I have blocked you or moved away from you in some way, and you would like to reach out, you can! I won’t deny you an explanation if you ask. But please be mindful that I can and will block/soft block if I feel like I need to.

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