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[reasonsforhope]

FIP treatment for cats approved in Canada this past year. FIP is fatal typically. So many more kittens can be saved now. A future with healthy cats makes me feel pretty hopeful :]

Thrilling!!

Cats are the best. They deserve everything.

-via University of Wisconsin – School of Veterinary Medicine, February 2024

[meaningofaeons]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ katze's cat-baret raffle winner!

congratulations to @psychopomp-enthusiast for winning the raffle!! and thank you to everyone else who entered! (=^･ω･^=)

I will send you a message to find out what you'd like for me to write. thanks again for participating guys!! I will do another raffle in the future, promise!! (๑✪ᆺ✪๑)

[onceabluemoonwrites]

@psychopomp-enthusiast Quite a few XD This concept has been simmering in my head for a while and writing it took pretty long for something that was on my mind so much! But it paid off- I'm so glad I was able to post it in the form it is now!

Thank you so much, I'm really happy you enjoyed it!

Posted my #hsr fic Unburied Gods! Akivili has many faces and unburied gods live forever! You can find the fic here!

[cynicalmusings]

I would love to hear about the other lines you loved from your fic!! Were there lines that gave you a lot of trouble to write too? How did you conquer those?

thanks for the interest! :,)

alright… there are actually quite a few sections i’m happy with (the style of prose for this has been really fun to play with, heh), so that’s where all the following excerpts are from:

You know it; feel it as a tug in your bones which leads you towards the sacred site as it has your whole life, and as you are certain it shall on your last day, and as it too shall when the last human, crawling from whichever lonely corner of the world they hide in, returns, like a moth drawn to a flame, to their silver cradle and lays down beneath it for their final rest; and then it will be over, and you will all be forgotten, and that will be that. 

You feel exposed and empty, as though the blizzard has whittled you down; stripped away your skin and your muscles and your nerve endings layer by layer until all that remains of you now is a husk; a heart, frozen solid, trapped within a cage of clean white bones. 

It is your duty to impart them lest they be forgotten—and now, an opportunity: an outsider inquires of your history; you give him as faithful a depiction as you can, and in doing so pass on the narrative of your nation from the forsaken past into an era still able to breathe, receive, to grow; you shake the cobwebs of time from their foundations and take your solitary chronicles into the present. 

That is your life, wrapped in a parcel of charcoal and paper. So bleak does it seem, looking upon it now.

Yet fickle dignity, when faced with necessity, must shed her capricious mask.

it’s a style which you can get really descriptive and poetic with… and it’s fun!

regarding the second part of your ask… there aren’t exactly specific lines which give me trouble, as opposed to specific words or specific sections: e.g. you’ve got the synonym on the top of your tongue but you can’t find it, or you know what happens in the next scene but you can’t quite put it into words. usually these click given some time, and then i can keep writing.

for example, one word i was struggling to find was the term for the wooden structures of fire torches (i.e. the ones on dragonspine)—i was struggling with it for around a month—and then it came to me around 20 minutes ago when i clutched my head and said ‘BRAZIERS’. so that’s kind of how it goes.

[danijaci]

obsession w/ sunday

inspired by @yandere-romanticaa's fic! Tehee your works are so eye opening 0.0 <333 I licherally haven't created a yandere content for such a looong time lolol let's see if I can still pull this off lmao

WARNING/S: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior

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Greener Grasses and Fossilized Paw Prints: Where (and Why) the Greymuzzles Go

Author: Page Type: Essay Words: 1,229 Summary: Page's personal experience as an adult canine psychopomp, and how it applies to the dearth of older otherkin in general alterhuman community spaces. Answering the question of: where are all the older otherkin? And why do people always seem to eventually leave? Author's Note: The term "greymuzzle" is used within the scope of this essay's title to reference older otherkin who have been active in alterhuman spaces for extended periods of time (a nod to the word's original definition within furry spaces), and is not referring to greymuzzle's most frequent definition in alterhuman groups as a community-given term denoting an individual with noteworthy activity and contribution.

[Part of the Sol System’s Alterhuman Writing Project for 2024. If you don’t want to see these posts, block the tag #inkedclaws]

When I was a young otherkin, bright-eyed and bushy tailed, I found it difficult to conceptualize why there was such a dearth of older community members, especially those 30 and above. I could understand the theoretics behind the disparity, of course— social media platforms, as we all know, tend to skew towards younger audiences due to generational differences in technological proficiency/preference. Established adults with working lives and families don’t necessarily have the same amount of free-time that young adults or teenagers do, either. But even with all that taken into account, it seemed like the number of otherkin aged 13-21 in comparison to the number of otherkin aged 30+ was less a gradual decline and more an unfathomable chasm of difference. The community had been around for decades at that point, with plenty of ghost town groups and abandoned forums to demonstrate that fact… and unless the Veil was secretly age-restricted, those people hadn’t up and disappeared into thin air. So where were people going? And, more importantly, why?

It was a question I’d never been able to answer in a way that felt satisfactory as a teenager and later as a young adult. But now, feeling the call of the void myself, I finally do have an answer and an understanding that I never could have achieved five or ten years ago: why the fuck would I be online when I could be playing video games or having sex with my hot partners instead?

It’s a crude and simplistic way to put it, but just hear me out. As an established adult, I have access to funds, stability, and freedom that I never had as a teenager or even as a young adult who still felt at the mercy of an uncaring universe’s slightest whims. My support systems in high school and college suffered from the same sort of financial and social precariousness that come with the territory of navigating the world as a young adult, but my support systems now are made up of other established adults; while I’ll never say that everything is always perfect for all of us, it’s much easier to get on your feet and stay on your feet when your arms are linked with people who are more firmly rooted in one way or another. I have access to a type of freedom that I could never have imagined as a teenager, because it was literally outside of the range of what was possible for me and my peers.

And more than just that freedom is the fact that I, as an adult, have a family! “Having a family” has, in my experience, some shitty, heteronormative connotations. As a teen, I always took it at face value as juggling bills, kids, white picket fence, other boring responsibilities that eat up your time, etc. But as an adult, now I know that having a family can be anything you make of it, and I make it extremely, obnoxiously queer. In my case, it’s living with people who understand me on a deep, foundational level, and who love me not in spite of who I am but because of who (and what) I am. It’s not passively being around those people; it’s actively, enthusiastically spending time with them because it’s fun and because I love them too and because they’re my people and I picked them and they picked me. As a kid, I’d never consciously recognized the difference between people you’re passively around because you have to be versus people you intentionally choose to be around and who intentionally choose you right back. In part, this is because as a kid you often don’t get the option to make that choice, while as an adult you have more control over your environment. Too often online environments feel like the former, rather than the latter, even if being within them is, technically, a choice. But here, now, I have people in my household who will go out of their way to intersect their daily lives with mine and ask, “You wanna walk to the park?” “You wanna grab a coffee?” or “You HAVE to see this YouTube essay I’m watching and no I don’t care that it’s 4 hours long on a topic you know nothing about, just trust me!!!!!” and that’s such a radically different and wonderful experience.

As an adult, I live with a group of people who make being alive more fun than I could have ever imagined. I have the ability to make my own fun in ways I couldn’t as a kid, for a variety of reasons. I don’t have to feel like an anxious purse chihuahua 24/7, agonizing over my existence and every possible thing that is liable to go wrong if I frivolously spend money on so much of the thought of a hot coffee. And I finally, finally understand why older otherkin disappear off the face of the Earth. It’s because being an adult nonhuman-identifying person is amazing in a way almost no one ever talks about: the euphoric experience of being known and loved, and of knowing and loving yourself.

There are so many exciting and wonderful things I could be doing in the meatspace with people I have actively chosen to spend my life with, and who fully accept and understand me as someone who’s queer, plural, and nonhuman. There’s so many enriching ways I could be engaging with my hobbies, the environment around me, and my local community. With this all in mind, why the fuck would I ever be in public online spaces where people try to argue with me about whether or not I exist, or if my experiences are real, or if I’m using the right and latest lingo to describe my experiences? Why would I subject myself to that when I could just roll my eyes, close the laptop, and go be a beloved canine psychopomp in the comfort of my werehouse instead?

That’s the crux of it. As adults with families and support networks, we have the option to not subject ourselves to the morifying ordeal of being known by asshole strangers online if we don’t want to. We can stick to just our families and our friend groups, and we will still have people around us who understand and who acknowledge and interact with our alterhumanity. The alterhuman community isn’t the only or even most important place for being our authentic selves; rather, it takes a backseat in the day-to-day life. It’s still something that’s fulfilling and worthwhile to engage with, but only on our own terms (terms that are quickly becoming incompatible with the ways Internet culture is evolving). But more often than not, there’s just more fun things to do.

In some ways, it’s kind of a relief to have had this epiphany. People haven’t vanished from alterhuman community spaces because they collectively ‘grew out of it’ like some anti-otherkin insist, or because the various generations of otherkin are so extraordinarily different from one another as to be oil-and-water. People vanish from online alterhuman spaces because offline life as an adult alterhuman is awesome. As an archivist it’s frustrating, but as a nonhuman, I find it a specific type of happiness that’s worth celebrating in its existence and prevalence. It’s an assurance that life only gets better as you get older: isn’t that grand?

[sonnyaavce]

DP x DC prompt # 8

CLAIRVOYANT DANNY X DCU 

He knew he had no choice when he called Constantine for help, but Commissioner Gordon dropped the case off to him; unfortunately even he or Oracle weren't able to find any leads to any suspect or clue about it; so meeting the magician was his last resort but… 

"Okay Bats, I'll help you in this case just this once, but after that we'll cut it short, okay?" John barked in annoyance as he threw his cigarette butt onto the ground; Batman just grunted in annoyance at the blatant dismissal the British always did with any cases of disappearances in Gotham, citing that the city was way too danm cursed and he wasn't interested in going near the ‘toxic hotspot’

“Then, Bats do you have any lead that we can start with?” asked the warlock, looking as disheveled as always. Bruce just let out an exhausted sigh before handing him over the case folder and debriefed the contents of it:

“The wife and child disappeared while the husband was on a business trip, he found his house looted and destroyed, a ransom note was found; in it demanded an exorbitant sum of money for the life of his missing wife and son. However, the note was old, so the victim suspects that his wife and son are already dead, so the police couldn’t link it anyone; no new bodies had been dregde from the shores, no suspects has been found so far and there are no video recordings of the night of the incident."

Constantine hummed as he skimmed the pages to quickly, uninterested “So, why are you asking me again? By the looks of it, isn’t this just an unsolved cold case?” John grunted as he handed the folder back, but Batman only hummed “If you look at the ends of the photo evidence you will see why I need your insight on this”

John skimmed at the pictures again before stopping short at the picture. The picture in question had been taken in the foyer of the mansion with the portrait of both wife and son on the floor, but the bizarre thing was, that there were covered in random runes that seemed to be eerily glowing a green hue; John's eyes widened as he stared at the peculiar sigil and runes adorning the photograph. As he studied it more intently, a chill ran down his back as he grumbled.

“I might need to call someone for a more insight on this one though” John hummed, taking out his phone to screen some of the pictures with the glowing sigils before sending it to whoever the magician was texting before starting to call someone.

Batman didn’t care and only grunted annoyed as he listened to a one-sided conversation for a minute until the blonde was done with it and stared to fumble with some folder paper that was in his side pocket “Who did you talk to just now, Constantine?” inquired Batman, walking closer to the Brit as he spoke some unknown incantations in midair, opening a portal “just a little friend who is good with this type of death magic”

And coming out of a green portal, floated a small child covered in a white hue. With a snowy whi\ite hair and green luminescent eyes, a planchette carried in his arms. Constantine closed the portal behind him; the small child-creature brightened up as he saw the magician and quickly floated closer, his NASA hoodie that was too big for his small body gently swayed in his hovering. 

"Interesting," Batman muttered, eyeing the child with wariness.

The child smiled enthusiastically at the magician. Batman eyed the magician suspiciously as John ruffled the child hair before explaining, with a huff of fond exhaustion “this is child's name is Phantom, he’s what the occult like to refer as a psychopomp and clairvoyant who helps the souls to cross over and who might have ansers to this case”   

"And how can he help us with it?"

The child's eyes glimmered as he spoke, a wispy voice exclaimed raising the planchette up "I help using this" said the small fey as it showed Bruce with pride it's planchette; then sided towards Constantine curiously “The Lady Gotham Knight smells like death, is he one?” the small creature asked, making the Brit splutter in a panic.

“h-he’s not the one that I asked look into!” hastily showing the picture to the kid with the strange sigils in it, the psychopomp grabbed the picture and put it under the planchette, floating down and putting the picture in the ground with the small wooden piece on top.

Placing both of his arms out and closing his eyes in deep concentration, his voice who was childish in nature just some seconds ago turned heavy and echoed as it started to recite ominously:

Ostende mihi quod olim absconditum fuit o mors, da mihi ducem! ubi latent umbrae et morantur; illumina vias meas ut eas

As soon the small psychopomp finished the strange incantation the small crystal in the planchette started to glow an obviously shade of toxic green for some seconds before fading away making the small child frown worriedly making both of the adults tense, Constantine moved first before tapping its shoulder cautiously "what did you manage to find?"

The small fey grumbled as he floated up, scrubbing his eyes tiredly "The missing are not in this place, they are lost and away"

-TBC-

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Translation

show me what was once hidden oh death, grant me a guide where those in the shadows hide and linger, lighten up my ways to find them out

[aroaceleovaldez]

i like to think that the week Nico was at CHB before he ran away, the like ten or so campers present (and probably Chiron hoping really hard) assumed Nico was a Hermes kid because they had no reason not to.

Super energetic kid? Already fluent in ~4 languages at age 10? Interest in card games? All sounds pretty Hermes to me! Potentially an unusually powerful demigod? That can happen in any cabin. And if the Titan Army had a particular interest in them, the di Angelo siblings being half-siblings of Luke would make that add up. Heck, even if he’s a little spooky, Hermes is a psychopomp! It makes sense that you’d get a more chthonic Hermes kid every once in awhile. Even more, “Angel” is derived from the Greek “Angelos” which MEANS “MESSENGER,” and demigods usually have pun names! Why would they not look at little hyperactive Mr. Of Messengers, Card Game Enthusiast And Near-Polyglot and not go “Hey, I think that might be a Hermes kid”

aaaand then they’re all wrong. turns out he’s a Hades kid. whoops.

[nakateleeli]

2024 retrospective

A retrospective on 2024… I don't actually feel like this was an eventful year, so I didn't think I was going to have a lot to say. It turns out it sure was eventful, just not in the way I was thinking, and somehow this post became this long.

Here on the channel I've been spending a lot of my solo time on the Kirby series. I originally started the All the Kirbys series because I felt like I was in a constant state of having to find something new and didn't have any strong enthusiasm for anything. I wanted something that I could rely on for a while to keep me out of that funk. As the series has gone on I've found that I've already done most of the major Kirby games, so the ones I'm covering for the series are mostly side-games and spin-offs. Games that haven't gone through the refinement process as much as the main games and I've found myself struggling with them. This led to a few breaks this year where I just needed to play something else for a bit. This did allow me to get to some oddball games that have been living in the back of my head for a while. I also finally got to show off R-Type Final 2. This also means there haven't really been any "big" projects on the channel lately. We are very near the end of All the Kirbys and while I do love Kirby games I'm ready for it to be done. There are so many other games, even large ones, that I would love to get to. I feel like I've spent most of the year playing hard or frustrating games so I'm excited to be free and maybe play something I'm more enthusiastic about.

In the co-op sphere I usually let Ogre choose what games we play, but I've found myself choosing a fair number of games last year. This has given me a chance to play some other weird games I've wanted to show off like Ninja Saviors, Psychopomp, Diablo, and I outed myself as a Hololive fan (this was not the first time). Ogre's choices have been more nostalgic, with him taking a look at some of my childhood favorites like Super Metroid and Link to the Past, and him getting me to play through the early Dragon Quest games. I'm really happy with a lot of the game choice on this end and I feel like it's been a bit of a release for me from my solo stuff.

Of course I also stream several times a week and that as well has been a mixed bag. For starters on Thursday I would typically stream as Vivian.exe. Vivian's development has a bit of history that stems from some self-identity issues I've had for a very long time, and my making the Vivian model and later giving her her own voice and persona have been a way for me to explore that. Late 2023 I ran into technical issues and burnout that made me retire her. Though her streams have never been terribly popular a few viewers were sad to see her go, so I made an attempt to refine her model to something I was happier with and solve my technical issues. My hope was resolving these issues would also make me happier to do her streams, and for a time it did. I brought her back in early 2024 with most issues resolved. We came back with Outer Wilds, an amazing game, and it was my first time seeing the expansion. I got to check out a few other games I'd been wanting to play as Vivian but eventually, between House Flipper and Control, I started to burn out again on playing the Vivian character. I was originally wondering of it was the technical issues that made me burn out and was thinking that resolving them may prevent that, but no. The issue is partially the games I chose to play but largely I think, as far as my self-identity issues go, I'm starting to figure myself out and wasn't really getting anything from playing Vivian any more. So as the holiday season ramped up and I got busier I decided once again to retire her.

I also stream on Fridays, just as myself, and I've had a wonderful time there, by comparison. I've played and discovered a number of games that have gone on to be some of my all-time favorite games, like Voices of the Void and Lunacid. I've also played a number of games that were given to me directly by developers that actually looked at the content I make and thought I might enjoy. These games, like Goldenheart and Mars 2120, may not have been to the same quality as some of the other games I streamed but they were still amazing experiences and I'm really happy to have been given the chance to show them. I've also been happy in this slot because of the model I've been using. I really love the chocobo, it feels the most "me" out of everything I've used thus far, which is probably another reason I've been less satisfied with Vivian. I've even had some fun changing the model for the seasons. We changed to pink for most of the year and very recently I changed to blue for winter. I have a tendency to lean more towards feminine representations and I think the pink was part of that, but I feel like the blue actually much more fits my personality.

The Saturday streams have also been a bit of a mixed bag. Saturday is my work night. I stream mostly as a way to hold myself accountable while I get work done on any number of my personal projects. I have spent more than the past year working on replacing all of the standard Doom 2 monsters with enemies from the Jumping Flash series. This is done to accompany my prior mod which replaced the player with Robbit. This was a long, painstaking process that I knew would not pay off in any real way since it was just a monster replacement pack. That said I did an absolute ton of work that I'm unbelievably proud of. I finished the pack and finally released it late last year. I learned a lot, did a ton of work, and it's all work that I really impressed myself with. The only parts of this project I'm not as happy with are that I knew it wouldn't really be worth the trouble from the start, and that it took me so unbelievably long. Time that could have been spent on other projects. But this is now done, released, and I can start planning for the future.

I've been working on other projects as well, though not streaming them. I released Clean Up Hell, a Doom mod that turns the game into a cleaning simulator; and I'm still updating Beyond the Horizon, an idle game available on itch.io. I managed two updates this year and I'm happy to see people attempting (and sometimes failing) the new boss. I've got another update in the works.

My wife has also drug me out to a few anime conventions last year (for work, not play), which were the first I had ever been to. Though I do have a strong interest in anime and the community I still felt very uncomfortable there. Largely I just felt out of place and scared I'd be recognized. I felt like a grumpy father just there because he was drug there, despite that I was actually interested. I'm mostly just socially anxious and worried about how I appear. Similarly, I take my separation of personal and online lives seriously and was worried someone might identify me by proxy of being with my wife. I did, after a short time, find a kind of mask that not only hides my identity but also makes me feel more like I'm supposed to be there, like I'm one of the people there, excited, all walking around in some kind of love-filled cosplay. Once more comfortable I really loved this experience. I loved seeing everybody in costume, seeing everybody so excited, enthusiastic, and yet also so comfortable, often even expressing a wide range of self-representation. This did a lot to improve my own mood and also learn about myself. This also contributed a lot to figuring out myself, what I want to do with myself, and how I want to appear. This certainly contributed to my not feeling Vivian was necessary any more, as well as my want to redesign my chocobo to be something I think better represents how I want to be represented (and not copyrighted). Mostly a lot of personal growth here that I can take advantage of going forward.

Emotionally things were looking up right up until the end of August when I hurt my back. It was a muscle strain, no nerve damage, but it was the worst I had ever hurt my back in my life, and I am not a stranger to back injuries. I was chair-ridden for a week and it was difficult to move for a month after. To this day I still have to be careful and I will probably never be the same. Especially for someone like me, who is known to throw themselves around and push themselves physically, this is really disempowering. I wasn't able to get any physical work done for the rest of the year and started falling into depression as time went on. It hit me hard. Over time my back has felt better and I've even gotten more and more recognition at work which has helped improve my mood. I'm feeling much better now, both physically and emotionally, but I pretty much wrote off the last three months of last year. It was a bad time.

That said, the year is over and next year is looking much better. We're nearly done with Kirby and I'm excited to start something new. Vivian is retired and for the moment that slot is going to be reserved for tying up loose ends. Jumping Flash Doom is done and I can start working on new projects. I'm currently modifying my chocobo model to better appear how I want to be represented (and not copyrighted). It's been a bit of a slump year I feel, but a year is a long time for nothing to go wrong. My channel has also been all over the place in representation until now. I've got Miss Naka as my avatar and on thumbnails, a chocobo on my stream thumbnails and as my stream avatar, and then Vivian making an appearance in effectively her own series.

Going forward I'm excited to turn over a new leaf. We're going to be starting new projects on almost every front and I'd like to soft rebrand under a consistent brand. This may not be quick, as I am just one person who can't do any of this full-time. Thank you all so much for supporting me and the things I do, especially those of you who have been around for years and years that I just can't scare off. I'm going to be counting on your continued support in the coming year, and I very much hope you enjoy what I have in store.

[empipi]

Little MC doodle i did for @psychopomp-enthusiast Blade x Reader fic To Mourn The Living

I rlly like philosophy and hidden meanings in art so let me yap

SO:

The colors: I chose a seafoam-ish green for the hair for a few reasons: 1. MCs ties to the ocean being a Vidyadhara(i felt that the scene where MC and Blade were underwater just screamed that this was their hair color)

2. Seafoam symbolism kinda parallels the MCs personality: that being a soothing figure in the eyes of the Stellaron Hunters. The color is known to relax, invigorate, is known to cleans the soul-- all things I feel that the MC does to Blade. The color is also tied to insecurity, in which I feel correlates with the MC with their environment.

3. Whats the complementary color of red? Green. I feel like MC and Blade are FOIL characters, and the color scheme kinda adds to it.

We will talk about the pink in a second.

The design:

Aside from the obvious Vidyadhara traits-- design tied to the sea and all that. I felt that orchids suit the MC very well. I chose orchids because of the quote Confucius says, "The orchids grow in the deep valleys, even though no one is there to admire them. They release their fragrant smell even though no one may be there to appreciate it. No matter what happens, they act like righteous men, strong and noble."--- I feel like this is self explanatory to the MCs lore. Orchids, specifically pink orchids represent gentle care and love.

Anyways,

fanfic make brain go brrrrr thank you psychopomp for the delicious meal.

[cupcakesmoothie]

...So I may have went a little insane designing the MC from @psychopomp-enthusiast's Blade x Reader fic To Mourn The Living

Am I confident in my art skills? Lmao (No)

I am not rendering this (I did have an idea for the highlights but) it's 5 am oh god and if I don't go lie down right now I am not waking up tomorrow (Today at 8)

I tried to keep the design androgynous but well. Am Girl. So I am a little biased towards Reader being also Girl. I think I did ok tho

The first HSR fanart I've made and it's fanart of a fanfic. Typical me behaviour tbh

I did research for this for some reason like I stared really hard at a couple wiki tabs for a while (Haven't seen actual scales on either of our High Elders) and skimmed the fic again. The scales were specified to be silver?

While doing the aforementioned research I think I've crafted a theory? I somehow completely missed that there is more than one High Elder, like there are other ships that have their own High Elders too and like??? I'm making some connections??? Is this a "I've connected the dots" moment? Who knows.

I did think maybe the whole storms thing had something to with Jing Yuan and his Lighting-Wielding Thunder-Clapping Spirit-Squashing Lord (YESSSSS FIRST TRY BABY OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD) but the whole thing with black hair and evil vibes just felt off to me. AND THEN. Until I get a reply on this/the fic gets updated I won't say anything further, but ough. I am so normal about the media I consume guys

I kinda felt like putting the scale pattern on the outfit was a little OOC since MC was mentioned to not really follow Vidyadharan customs, but I also figured they were close to Bailu and have horns so? Maybe?

I gave MC blue hair because Ice type. I was gonna give them really long hair, but then again, not a High Elder. The hair was mentioned to obscure their horns underwater tho so I think some length is fine?

It was actually really hard to find physical descriptions of the MC? I mean for a fic like this, that's actually a good thing, it gives me more leeway to do whatever I want but also literally one of the reasons why I don't do fanart is because I wanna be accurate as possible (This is probably some kind of anxiety thing, idk)

[luiuni]

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[meaningofaeons]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ obviously oblivious

⊹ character(s) - geto suguru ⊹ word count - 2.7k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, a hint of angst if you squint, fake dating, takes place in hidden inventory (before all the bad stuff so ... hs!au sort of but still in jjks regular setting), possibly ooc suguru sorry </3

this is the raffle fic for the winner of the cat-baret raffle, @psychopomp-enthusiast !! they requested a geto x reader fake dating and I was more than happy to oblige *:･ﾟ✧(=✪ ᆺ ✪=)*:･ﾟ✧ permission was granted to post this fic! also, sorry in advance if there's any she/her usage or fem terms used for reader! I try my best to edit and ensure they're 100% gn, but sometimes things slip through the cracks! let me know if I messed up anywhere!

"You want me to do what?"

You kept your hands firmly over your face, already thoroughly humiliated by the request at hand. If not for the fact that Satoru would certainly value holding something over your head as blackmail, he would've already ran and told Suguru about your little plan.

"I'm not repeating myself!"

"No, no, seriously, I think I didn't hear you!"

Satoru's disbelief had melded into disbelief and humor, his eyes lighting up at your misery. "Tell me what you wanted my help with again!"

"Satoru, you are a dick!"

"I don't think that's how you ask someone for help if you really need them to help you out."

"Forget it."

"Why do you want me to pretend to date you, of all things?" he chuckled, ignoring your words and continuing the conversation, plopping himself right onto your desk. You glared at him, having half a mind to shove him off onto the floor. "Wouldn't that just make Suguru upset?"

"No— Well, yes, but like, not intentionally."

"You literally have bad intentions with this plan."

You shoved him hard, but the white-haired boy managed to keep his ass firmly on your desk, laughing at the futility of your gesture. You slumped backwards in your seat.

"What's the point?"

"The point is that he'd realize he likes me back. Or, if he doesn't like me, I'd be able to tell by him not caring. Or something like that..."

"That's stupid."

You groaned. You knew that.

"He's definitely the type of guy to just let it go and suffer in silence. I mean, I've been friends with him for ages. He'd be all, 'I'm happy you're happy, Satoru!' or something."

You knew that too. That's one of the reasons you liked him, for God's sake.

"So let's do it."

"Huh?!"

You shot up in your seat, eyeing your friend suspiciously. He only shot you a catlike grin in turn.

"Well, you asked me, Suguru's closest friend. So obviously, I could wring it out of him if he was really upset, and then boom, the sham is up! You two date! Happily ever after!"

You gave him an unimpressed look, and he whistled indignantly.

"...Or I could ask Shoko. Whatever."

"And what do you get out of this?"

"Entertainment?" Satoru batted his annoyingly long eyelashes at you prettily, placing his hands under his chin in a mock-gesture that made you want to strangle his perfect skin. "Fun? The satisfaction that I finally get to stop seeing you pine after him—"

"What do you really want?"

"You treat me to sweets anytime I want. It fits into the scheme, anyways! And besides, Suguru kinda pissed me off last week."

"You're literally rich! And you probably started it! What do you mean, he pissed you off?"

Satoru raised his eyebrow at you, and you let out a long, deep, exaggerated sigh.

"Fine."

"Yippee!" You could've pelted him the way he, a grown ass man, pranced around the room like a little toddler girl. As if he even needed your money for his sugar addiction.

"Prick," you muttered, just out of earshot of the strongest as he walked towards the door.

"Okaaay, I'm going now, my dearest! Have some Kikufuku on my desk tomorrow and I'll consider the contract sealed!"

"Prick!" you shouted it this time, really throwing something (a small eraser) but Satoru had already dashed out the door, laughing all the way.

Regardless, you collapsed into your seat again, utterly mortified.

Would this really work?

Guess you had to try.

—

"What's this?"

Suguru, despite himself, found himself questioning the packet of Kikufuku on Satoru's desk. They'd only just come from the dorms, and they'd done so together as usual, so there was no way Satoru would've had time to get it for himself. Not to mention...

"Isn't this the specialty one from Sendai, too? What, did you do Shoko a huge favor?"

The raven-haired man wasn't pleased when the only response he got was a happy hum from his white-haired friend, who sat down and inspected the treat before popping a piece of mochi in his mouth.

"No," he finally spoke up after a beat of silence, mouth stuffed (causing Suguru to gag in an over-exaggerating fashion). "This is from the best partner in the world! My pookie bear!"

"Very funny," Suguru deadpanned.

Satoru looked offended for a moment, but his affronted expression melted into a look of pure glee as soon as he heard the sliding door open.

Suguru looked up at that, a small smile coming to his lips as he spotted you walk into the room.

"Hey, Y/N—"

"Sweetie!"

The smile dropped at once when he watched his friend bound over to your side, immediately hanging off of you. This wasn't necessarily unusual, but the pet name—not to mention how you didn't immediately shove Satoru off as you usually would—caught Suguru's attention.

"Satoru, stop. We're in class."

"But you got this Kikufuku especially for me, right? Come on, let me pay you back with some cuddles~"

You pushed Satoru away by the cheek, but didn't necessarily work to extricate yourself from him. The raven-haired man definitely noticed this time.

An unpleasant feeling rose in Suguru's gut, but he played it as coolly as he could.

"What's this? Are you two going out or something?" he mocked, chuckling in disbelief. You looked contemplative, and Satoru got a nasty smirk on his face.

As if—

"Yeah, we are," you answered back, equally as calm. The man hanging off of your arm looked all-too pleased with himself as you answered, whereas Suguru had practically gone into shock.

"S-Seriously?" The sorcerer tried to keep his outward dismay to a minimum, but a stutter still edged its way into his voice.

While you were far too distracted in subtly attempting to remove Satoru's arms from around you without making it obvious that your "relationship" was a sham, the man clutching onto you was relishing in the way his friend tried desperately to remain casual at the news.

"Seriously, seriously!" Satoru chimed in, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tight hug. That was the point you gave up trying to get him away.

"Well, congratulations," Suguru muttered, half-hearted words barely forced out. He eyed you for any sign of this being a trick, but to his utter despair, your poker face revealed none of what he was searching for—humor, annoyance, anything that might tell him that Satoru was making the whole thing up.

"Thanks," you murmured back, a bit dismayed yourself.

Did he even care—

"So who asked who ou—"

"Okay, in your seats, everyone," Yaga walked into the room, cutting off Suguru's desperate question, glaring at you three. "Shoko's out on business and won't be back until the afternoon, so it's just you lot."

"Okaaaay," Satoru dragged his feet, letting go of you reluctantly and plopping himself into his seat. You sat one over from him, right between he and Suguru.

Throughout the entire class, your white-haired friend couldn't help but chuckle to himself at your raven-haired friend's urgent glances your way.

By the time Yaga had dismissed you three, Suguru excused himself quite quickly and practically ran out the door.

Well, strode was more like it, but Satoru could see the hurry in his steps.

Off to tell Shoko all about it, he was sure.

"See? He didn't seem to care at all," you pouted a bit, head slumped on your desk. Bright blue eyes rolled in incredulity at your density.

"Seriously? He always sticks around after class to hang out. Why else would he have ran off?"

"To not see you making a fool of yourself and drooling all over me?"

It was tempting to take that Kikufuku in Satoru's hand and pelt him right between the eyes with it as he batted his eyelashes innocently, but you resisted your violent urges. He only chuckled more, popping treat after treat past his lips.

"I think you're being dumb."

"You're dumb."

"Am not! Suguru's the dumb one, really."

"He's not dumb!" you fired back. "He clearly just isn't interested in me, so let's just stop this already."

"Wow, I've only been your fake boyfriend for a day, and you're already trashing me. Shame!"

"I just don't want to owe you more desserts than I have to for something that clearly won't work."

Satoru whistled. "Well, at least I got one bag of Kikufuku out of it!"

"Jerk..." you muttered.

A beat of silence passed, and you half-expected the man to up and leave after getting bored, but when you glanced up, you saw him fiddling with his flip phone.

Then, he grinned at the screen, turning to you.

"Let's go to Suzukien."

"What? Why?" you asked. In all fairness, matcha gelato did sound pretty delicious at the moment, especially to offput your bad mood. However, you'd be loath to admit when Satoru had a good idea lest his head inflate to the size of a large balloon.

"Just feel like a colder treat. Your treat, 'cause I helped you out and all."

You grumbled and pulled your bag over your shoulders, walking over to the door. "Fine, let's go."

"Yay!"

—

The second Suguru had gotten out of class, as Satoru had guessed, he had gone straight to Shoko.

She nearly leapt out of her seat as the door slammed open, whipping around with a glare to shush her friend.

"Are you insane? This is a clinic. I'm working."

"Did you know Y/N and Satoru are dating?"

For a moment, Shoko's expression reflected pure horror and pity, but then, she stopped. It took her a total of 5 seconds of thought to put two and two together, and she shrugged.

"No, they're not."

"They just told me they are."

"Then you're an idiot for believing them."

Suguru plopped himself into the cold metal chair in the corner, eyeing Shoko and awaiting an explanation. She sighed, finishing up her technique on the patient and removing her gloves, walking over to her table full of various medical tools.

"I remember like a year ago, there was a guy I thought was kind of cute. Gojo had this grand idea to get him jealous by pretending we were going out, but the catch was that I had to buy him sweets whenever he wanted. It lasted maybe a day, but he does a good job of being overbearingly annoying as a fake boyfriend."

Suguru, for all his intelligence, was still a bit slow. Perhaps it was the implication of you having some sort of feelings for him that ran the train of disbelief in his mind.

"And that connects to this situation... why?"

Shoko looked at him, extremely unimpressed.

"Did Gojo have a pack of sweets on his desk?"

"Yeah, Kikufuku..."

"And were they from Y/N?"

"He said—" Suguru paused, his brain running a mile a minute. Then, he buried his face in his hands. Shoko only pulled out her flip phone, typing away.

"I'm an idiot."

"Yes, you are."

"I bet this is because Yaga backed me up when we were arguing over the pronunciation of a word last week..."

"Probably. That's Gojo for you."

"So do I ask them out now?"

"What do you think?" Shoko flashed her phone's screen in Suguru's face, the man squinting to get a good look at the words.

Gojo had sent a whole slew of text emojis scattered between every word, but somewhere within the endless stream of colons and parenthesis and threes was a message detailing him taking you (or you taking him, more like) to Suzukien.

He was out the door with a quick thanks before the girl could even blink, and she chuckled, popping a cigarette out of the box as she sent one more text to Satoru.

"He's on his way."

—

You grumbled to yourself even more as you sat at a small bench outside of Suzukien.

The second your money was in the clerk's hand and Satoru's gelato was in his, he had taken off, some shit excuse about having somewhere to be flying off his lips before you could process he'd ran away with the treat.

You silently wondered how much trouble you'd get into with Yaga if you were to smear mochi and red bean paste all over Satoru's desk, when a breathless voice spoke up from next to you.

"Hey."

You jumped slightly, whipping your head to the side to see none other than Suguru. Instantly, your face burned hot.

"U-Uhm, hi. What's up?"

A part of you wondered if this is why Satoru was so enamored with his phone earlier...

"I, uh, talked to Shoko."

"Oh! Um, what would that be about? Here, let me buy you a cone, it's pretty hot out, you look exhausted—"

"No, no, it's okay, uh..." Suguru toyed with his bang, trying to maintain eye contact with you and failing horrendously.

He could talk to you just fine before.

What the hell was going on with him now?!

Right. You'd gone through all the trouble to get roped into Satoru's scheme just at an attempt to convey your feelings without really conveying them, and those feelings just happened to be the same as his—

"Suguru?"

The raven-haired man shook his head. Even if Shoko said what she said, he has to be sure he's not actually trying to steal his best friend's official significant other or anything.

"The dating thing with Satoru wasn't—isn't real, right? Just... Just double checking."

"U-Uhh..." You were torn between perpetuating the lie and telling the truth, but seeing the smoldering look in Suguru's eyes, you shrunk and bowed your head. "N-No, sorry... It was just, uhm, a joke. That's right! Just a joke. I assume Shoko—"

"She told me it was because you wanted to make me jealous."

Well, that was blunt.

It seems Suguru himself realized it, too, because at your flustered expression, he waved a hand frantically.

"But that's just what she said could be it, because Satoru and her did that to another guy! She could've been lying, or just relating it to another experience! Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"No, no, she's, uhm, she was right," you laughed anxiously, scuffing your shoe against the ground and fidgeting about as your cone slowly melted. "Being completely honest, she was right. I did— I did do it to make you jealous."

"Oh... oh."

The silence was thick with tension between you two, but you soon began giggling—out of pure nerves or actual humor, you weren't sure.

It wasn't long before Suguru joined in, his tense expression softening at your laughter.

"I'm sorry, I was being stupid... I should've just told you."

"No, I think I should've told you first. That I like you, I mean."

Your chuckles ceased at once, hot shock rising in your cheeks.

"Seriously...?"

"Seriously, seriously," Suguru mimicked Satoru. Your eyes widened, and you glanced away, but the raven-haired man only leaned back into your line of sight.

"So, do you want to go out? I'll buy you a new cone to make up for distracting you. It can be our first date."

It was at that moment that you realized the icy cold that was covering your hands, jumping with surprise and embarrassment as you noticed your treat all over your fingers. Suguru only smiled, heading inside and coming back out with some napkins, helping you clean off your hands and toss your cone in the trash.

"Really, though, Suguru, I'll treat. It was my fault for going along with Satoru's—"

"Nuh uh. He already made you buy Sendai Kikufuku. I can't imagine the time and effort to get that for today."

"Well, then, um... Thanks—"

"Finally!"

You two practically spun in a circle at the obnoxious voice ringing out from behind the corner of the block. Satoru waved around his flip phone victoriously, a picture of Suguru and you standing quite close together now on its screen.

"I've already told Shoko! Enjoy your date, lovebirds~!"

Before you could say a word, he had scrambled off, giggling all the way. You and Suguru shared a glance.

"Would you be opposed to sharing the punishment with me if I fucked with Satoru's desk? I was thinking of leaving him a couple of melted gelato cones in there."

"Yaga will kill us, but it'll be worth it."

The two of you smiled, laughing a bit. Then, Suguru led you into the gelato shop, warmth filling his chest.

It took a bit of time and confusion, but he had you.

[quiincu]

finally summoned the courage to post my hsr oc here 😭

anyway her name is Yunhai :3

also gotta thank @psychopomp-enthusiast for creating To Mourn The Living and making my brain go brrrr and inspiring me to draw these two (they are also the reason i’m posting this 😭)

[cynicalmusings]

For Christmas/New Years ask game

What is your favourite line from one of your WIPs and why?

oooh… that’s a good question. having scrolled through the major wips i have cooking at the moment, i’ve gone with this one:

It is all an illusion, nothing more than a twisted semblance of things; these memories of life as you wander through a graveyard. 

it’s from the albedo fic i’m working on. there are a few other lines i was considering, too, mostly from the same fic, if you’re interested in hearing them — but i picked this line because it links quite nicely to some of the central themes of the story, and i also think the line is pretty cool with the life/ graveyard juxtaposition and all the illusion stuff.

[danijaci]

misunderstandings ft. dr ratio

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