#t: overworld day

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Video Game Track Bracket Round 3

Colgera Battle (Second Half) from The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

vs.

Overworld Day from Terraria

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Colgera Battle (Second Half):

I honestly was pretty disappointed by tears of the kingdom, but this song gives me chills every time I listen to it. The dragon roost island motif, the way it builds, its just incredible.

[hazelfoureyes]

Someone nice, Somewhere safe

Angel x Virgin Male Reader

જ⁀➴ Angel x Virgin Female Reader - Someone nice, Somewhere safe*

*same story, just your bits and bobbles are changed 

You let it slip to the group you were a virgin, and instead of laughing, Angel grabs you before bed to offer a friendly hand.

<Warnings/Promises: Angel Dust x Virgin Male!Reader, smut, fingering, lubed to the gods, Angel uses four arms, Valentino is a blind bag of smashed assholes, creampie, oral, the gentlest sex I’ve ever written (probably), an alarming towel>

listen here virgins, if I could craft a perfect first time for you, this is it. Minus the lack of condoms because—it’s hell? Sex workers are tested bi-weekly?? This is still a fantasy??? Just if anything, please take from this the importance of a safe and trusting environment at all times 🙏  

minor dni (shoo! get outta here! Go on, git! 🧹)

You thought everyone would laugh when you said you were a virgin. The group awe’d and said it was cute, which was definitely better than the response you’d gotten in the overworld. But when Angel made a joke that your toys must be worn to the base, you felt the need to clarify. Total virgin, never used toys or your hands for, you cringed, penetration. Everyone just looked… sad? The conversation was quickly derailed by Angel launching into a list of wildest orgasm faces he’s seen, Charlie leaving the room entirely.

Continuing with the evening’s theme of surprise, you hadn’t expected Angel to catch up to you when everyone was filing off to bed. His hand gently reached for your wrist, “Hey ya got a sec?”

 For Angel, the epitome of smiling through the pain, you’d give him the remainder of your time in hell if he just asked. Every second, his.“Always!”

“So uh”, he rubbed the back of his neck, “about bein’ a virgin and all that.” Your stomach dropped, was the famous porn star about to embarrass you into a second death?“I think it’s real important that like— knowin’ yourself, and what makes you feel good is like super healthy. I dunno if you are interested in that kinda stuff but,” he was wildly moving his hands round, nervously stumbling over his words, “I’d be happy to help ya out.”

All of the blood rushed to your face.

“Oh fuck!” Angel grabbed your head and tipped it forward, “I would have accepted a simple no, jesus!” With one hand pinching your nose, he led you into his room just down the hall. 

What— what was happening, exactly? At all? In general? With your entire existence?

He kicked the door closed behind him and grabbed a handful of tissues, “Keep your head forward. Everyone who says tilt it back is an idiot.”

His hand was red when he drew it from your face, using his other hand to now hold tissues between his fingers as he pinched your nose shut.

“Is- is my nose bleeding??” Your voice cracked.

“Does that happen often?”

“Never.”

“Well I got to help you with at least one first, right?” Angel laughed, moving his hands away as you took over the task.

Oh, right. The offer. You glanced around the room, small but lived-in. Everything was pink and purple and soft.

“Angel, do you think because you’re a sex worker, you have to help me?” The room fell silent. Angel completely still beside you. You would love someone you could trust to take your virginity, but you would never want to use Angel like so many other people did on a daily basis.

“Ya know— a lot of people get real confused about this.” He sighed, chest heavy with the many misconceptions others had, “What I do for work, what I gotta do to get through the day, has nothin’ to do with who I am as a person.” You turned to look at him, “Why should I limit my experiences because of what other people have done to me?” The words hit you like a truck. You had unintentionally boxed him into his job, in turn into his trauma, summing him up as a warm body and incapable of any depth past that. Just a sex worker.

“No, no I didn’t mean anything like that. I just, I don’t want to ever,” you grabbed two of his hands, “ever take advantage of your kindness.” You squeezed, “or any part of you.”

His frown turned up, “We’re dead, yea, but you still exist. If you want to, you should enjoy every part of your afterlife. And I’d hate you to meet some asshole who’s too rough or doesn’t get ya warmed up first. A bad first time can be really traumatizin’.”

You nodded without actually thinking. Your brain wasn’t really processing meaning, his words were just soft and kind and your nose still stuffed full of tissue.

“Do you wanna?”

You nodded more vigorously, “Did my nose start bleeding again?”

Angel took the tissue away, giving a second to see, “Nope.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Okay. Yeah, I want that. Someone nice, somewhere safe.”

“It ain’t quite nice but-,” Angel looked around his room.

“It’s perfect, Angel.”

“Aw fuck, I should clean up,” he hurriedly carried trash from his nightstand, flattening out the comforter and adjusting his pillows. He placed fat nuggets on the floor with a little pat on the head.

Finally, he stood in front of you, two hands on his hips, two gesturing to you.

“Alright baby! Let’s pop some cherries! Undress~” he elongated the word, shimmying his hips a little, “-to your comfort level.” He began to unbutton his blazer, “Bare minimum, take off your pants and underwear, please and thank you. Though I have fucked through underwear…” He was momentarily lost in a memory.

You hadn’t anticipated getting naked in front of a friend tonight. But Angel so effortlessly shed his clothes, peeling off his gloves. Pulling off your pants, you paused.

“Is it weird if I keep my shirt on? Like— do you know who Winnie the Pooh is?”

“Nothin’ weird about bein’ comfortable, pookie.” He pinched your cheek, “I’d offer a modesty blanket but I kinda need to see what I’m doing.” His eyes flitted to the left, “No, wanna. I wanna see.” Angel’s laugh relaxed you, the idea of anyone wanting to see you made you feel a little less—-naked. Still, your hands seemed frozen on your underwear’s edge.

With a hum, he disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a towel. “Go on, lie down. I’ll help ya relax. This is already feeling too medical-like.”

Were you going to need a towel? Were you going to need a towel?? Were you going to need a towel!?

You sat back on his bed, and when he crawled up to meet you, all legs and arms and Angel Dust, you buried your face in your hands.

“Oh hey—,” his voice was so soft, lacking its usual sass, “Wanna just, cuddle and watch stupid shit on my phone?” You groaned, face sinking further down. This would be easier if he wasn’t so sweet. You could at least take a backseat, then.

You shook your head, and felt his hand on your ankle. It snaked up your calf, slipped down your knee and thigh, finding the waistband of your underwear. When you looked up from your hiding place, Angel was a foot from your face. His features lit only by the purple neon signs hanging beside his bed and near the door. He lifted his brows, a question he didn’t need to vocalize. You sank back into the purple and pink pillows, different sizes, different textures, gently enveloping you.

With two hands now, he slide off your underwear. You might die, again. Your heart would give out any second, incapable of handling the moment. You were manually breathing.

He lifted your hips with two hands, a third sliding the towel beneath you before setting you back down.

“Do ya-,” he was rummaging now inside the nightstand drawer, “not play with yourself? Ever?”

“Not really. Not like, there.”

“Whaddya do with all your free time?” His short but enthusiastic laughter forced a smile to your cheeks. Angel slid the drawer shut and came to rest in front of your tightly shut thighs and knees. You heard a cap pop, and found the courage to sit up and see what he was doing.

“What?” He squeezed a clear, thick lubricant onto his right hand, “Don’t let anyone tell you ya don’t need lube. No fun for no one, trust me. Could start a fuckin’ fire—- and spit ain’t lube!” Angel said it like he spoke from a personal experience.

Ah, the towel. That made sense now.

“Should I do something?”

“Just lie back, baby~,” he opened your knees and followed your face as you settled back down, “Do you like kissin’?”

You’d kiss a trashcan if Angel said it got him hot, so, “Yeah.”

“Good,” One hand touched your cheek, sliding to your chin as he brought your lips to his. You thought you’d melt, his hands so soft on you, lips confident and sure. He used his thumb on your chin to pull down your bottom lip and ask you for entrance. When you opened up to him, his tongue slid into yours as his sticky wet hand finally touched you. Two fingers rubbing the lube up and down your ass.

You nearly inhaled him with your shock, he giggled into it, “You’re so cute.” You twitched under his hand, “Ooh, and reactive! Daddy likes.”

Stop. Stop talking. I’m going to black out.

His mouth returned to yours, tongue over your tongue, as his fingers just massaged your entrance. No attempt at entering, no prodding, just gentle up and down motions. Slowly, your felt your skin heating beneath his hand, the lubricant somewhat melting with your warmth.

At work, Angel was never the lead. Never the top, and never afforded time to ease anyone open. He had no issues with topping, it just wasn’t his normal role. Watching you sigh and twitch under him felt like a treat. Such a sweet response to what so many people made unnecessarily dirty at work. He wasn’t shocked to find his cock twitching, swelling as your breathing hitched with every stroke of his hand. When was the last time he could just… slow down? Be the one in control? Not control like Val, control like—- can I get you a pillow? Is the pacing good? Let’s soften these lights.  Hold my hand, sweetheart.

His head felt a little dizzy. His middle finger pressed now, and with a slow but constant motion entered you. ‘Uncomfortable’ was the best word. Your body tensed around him, but he gently pressed past your virgin walls. He hummed, “First one down! Atleast,” he paused, “two more to go.”

“Atleast??” You shook your head.

“It’s sex math, trust the professional in the room.” He withdrew the finger and slid it back in, starting a slow pace of long drags from knuckle to fingertip.

It didn’t hurt, to his credit. The excitement of having Angel touching you so intimately made the finger easier to relax into. Angel must have noticed, his finger leaving you. He popped the top again of his lube and pressed in two fingers. This was harder. You whined, his fingertips pushing past the tight ring of muscle and settling into the wet warmth behind.

Lying on your back, you stared at the now upside-down photos behind his bed. He looked so happy. Could you join that wall? Was this wall worthy?

“You still good?” He leaned over you, fingers  moving.

You nodded, “Can I have another kiss?”

Ah, you might as well have punched him in the chest. “Of course, darlin’~ Ask and you shall receive.” You liked kissing, genuinely, but were always scared you’d kiss someone too long and end up in an awkward situation having to explain you weren’t wanting sex. But that fear was all gone, you’d broken the code. Get naked first, then kiss.

You smiled into his mouth, and he smiled back, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“I like kissing you.” You leaned up, pressing your lips to his chin. His fingers quickened, and you moaned without warning. You felt your cock twitch, erection growing as nervousness was slinking away and finally letting you feel aroused.

“Ooh, now we’re gettin’ somewhere,” he leaned back, repeating the same steps and trying to press a third finger into you. His abundance of hands were a blessing, one at your entrance, one on your knee to keep your shaking legs open, and two roaming down the sides of your body. When three fingers finally entered, you could feel the burning stretch of your skin around them. He pushed in, and the skin followed. He pulled out, your sensitive hole pulling too. The hand on your knee came to your crotch, his palm pressing lightly down on your growing erection. You glanced up to him, his eyes focused as he watched his fingers slowly drag in and out of you. It burned still, but just past that burning was a slippery sensation that made your cock jump under his hand.

He let his fingers sink in entirely, before bending and feeling inside you. Your knee jumped when he hit something.

“Bingo! Say hello to your g-spot.” He beamed down at you, gold tooth shining, “You don’t really need it to cum but oooh boooy does it maximize pleasure,” it sounded so pornographic when he said it.

You weakly copied, “B-bingo.” 

“I can do this now~” he replaced his palm with his fingers,  sticky with lube, and they wrapped around your cock. His hand slowly pumped up and down your shaft. “Sex math. Don’t need your virgin ass locking up on me.” He said quietly to himself, fingers in and out of you picking up speed. Your head was pressing into the pillows as your neck strained, you’d never masturbated while someone, something, penetrated you. Every stroke of his hand made your body clench, the feeling of something hard and unforgiving pushing back against your quivering hole made a pleasure you couldn’t describe.

“Feelin’ good yet?” The way he said it, he knew damn well how you were feeling.

You whimpered into one of the pillows, “Feels good.” A weak nod.

Angel’s grin bordered on wicked, hand slowing. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your cock head. Then another. His tongue flattened against his bottom lip as he dragged it over your sensitive slit.

You moaned, a half spoken-half cried, “Oh fuck, Angel-.” Hips bucking up, his fingers kept their place and followed. You humped up against his tongue, ground down into his fingers; up, down. Soft tongue, rigid fingers.

“You can fuck my face, baby,” He opened his mouth, tongue out, and looked up at you from your stomach. “I ain’t got a gag reflex anymore, popsicles slide in like— well, cocks.” He lowered his mouth onto you, leaving room for you to move. His fingers slowed in you.

You thrust up slowly, testing the sensation. His mouth closed around you, tongue moving along you shaft as you rutted into his face.

One hand held tightly to the pillow, the other coming to Angel’s hair. Your body kept jumping away from overstimulation but you fought against it every time and tried to grind against his face.

His fingers slipped out of you, your body closing back around the space where they were. That feeling of your hole tightening made you hungry for his fingers to spread you back open. His hand came to cup your balls, feeling the weight in his palm.

He lifted his mouth off you with a deliberate pop, “Gettin’ close already?” You nodded, eyes closed. “Ready for the real thing?”

“Yeah. I need more, Angel.” It came out as a whine, shocking you a little.

His hand came to his erection, red and leaking. Stroking himself, he returned to massaging at your puffy and swollen entrance.

“You comfortable with gettin’ on your knees? This position ain’t so conducive for what I’m tryin’ to do.”

Somehow, ass up sounded better than face to face, “You’re the expert.” You rolled onto your stomach, hips up, face resting into the sea of pillows. You paused, lifted off your now sweaty shirt, and got back into position. 

“Sexpert, but thank you!” The lid popped open again, cold and viscous lube being dripped directly onto your ass, “Finally some recognition around here.” He coated himself with what was still on his hands, and raised your hips to line himself up.

“Deep breaths, okay?” He leaned over your back, kisses falling down your skin. Two hands held your hips, one guided himself into you. You tensed when his head began to push in, “Relaaax, just like the fingers.”

A muffled, “okay” from your place in the pile. Your heart was suddenly racing, erection now gone. He wiped his dick up and down your ass, swiping past your entrance, dragging the edge of your hole with the crook of his head. Lining up, he pushed in, getting his head firmly sunk into you.

“Breath, baby,” he moaned into your shoulder. You took a deep breath in, your body tight still. But, it didn’t hurt like you’d thought. It burned, but there was no sting, no tearing. Angel’s hands ran up and down your sides, along you ass and thighs. He gently touched everywhere he could reach, until he felt you soften, “Ready to keep going?”

“Yes please”, you turned your head to look at him.

He pulled out slightly to collect more lube on his shaft, before slowly sinking into you until he bottomed out.

You were gasping, your brain misfiring. You couldn’t feel anything but him, your body just a formless thought with Angel’s warm, solid cock reaching deeper into than you thought possible. One roaming hand reached for your shoulder, “Can I move?”

“Slow,” your hand searched for a loose fold of comforter to grip, but it was soon encased and intertwined by one of his.

He pulled out, and slowly thrust back in. A saccharine moan fell from his mouth, and it made you whimper. 

You were so soft around him, yet your entrance was gripping him so snuggly he felt like he was melting into you. His breath was unsteady, “You feel so good on my cock, baby.” A burning blush took over your face, your erection jumping back to life.

“How ya doin’?” Angel sounded nervous, timid.

You had to collect saliva to get any words out, mouth running dry from panting, “S’good.” You tried again, “So good.” Your fingers tightened around his.

He adjusted his hips, watching you closely. When your eyes closed and your hand nearly broke his, he grinned down, “Bingo~,” his speed began to pick up. 

“Fuuuuck, Angel-,” you dragged out the last syllable of his name. You could feel your orgasm returning after dying down earlier. 

Angel took languid thrusts out to the tip and pushing back past your still resisting entrance. Every time he pulled out and slipped in felt better than before. The sensations of him opening you around his cock again and again had your stomach and thighs tensing. You brought your hand up to stroke your own pulsing dick, slowly pumping. 

Angel’s hand came down and wrapped around your cock, taking over your own attempts. The feeling of him in you and around you was overwhelming.

“Cumming,” You hissed, squeezing his hand tighter, his thrusts becoming faster and shallower. His repeated pressing of your g-spot pushed you over the edge, hand slowly milking you of every drop of cum.

Angel’s moans got louder, your body tightening in spasms as you emptied your balls onto the towel. Your body was so inviting, warm walls sucking his head deeper. He rarely got to feel this sensation. His head rested against your back, hands running along the curve of your hips as he melted into your sweet heat.

He picked up speed, only drawing out an inch or so now with each thrust. The lube made a pop and squelch every time his skin pulled from yours, the sound making his legs weak.

“Where can I cum?” His breath was raspy, messy with the pleasure of your soft insides rubbing along his shaft. You gripped the blanket, dick jerking from the feeling of Angel chasing his release with your body. You could hear the strain in his voice, “Gonna need an answer real fast, babe.” You hid your face in the pillow mountain again, embarrassed to answer.

“Inside,” you tried to say it loudly enough for him to hear.

He whimpered a, “Fuuuuck” down your spine, “Such a dirty little virgin.” His hips stuttered before he sunk into you with such force your legs gave out. Your body came down flush onto the bed, towel sticking to your stomach and thighs. Angel was pressed into you, chest against your back as his breathing calmed. You could feel his heart through your ribs, his chest fluff silky on your skin. Your body was warm, his hot cum filling you.

Small, lazy kisses on your back, then up your neck, he leaned to kiss your cheek. He slid out of you delicately, but you didn’t move.  His weight left the bed, then returned as a warm, wet cloth wiped you clean. After a couple of minutes of gentle cleaning, you felt the throw blanket cover your back. Angel plopped down on his back beside you, pulling the blanket over his legs and unlocking his phone, “Wanna see this fuckin’ hilarious video of my boss runnin’ into a glass wall?”

You chuckled, nodding, making no effort to get up. One of his hands came down and ruffled your hair, he leaned in to your head and as you watched Valentino collide head first into a wall, he said softly, “Let me know if you need anything. I got a bitchin’ tub in there.”

You hummed, reaching a shakey hand up and pressing ‘replay’ on his phone. Angel’s laughter echoed off the walls, and you decided you had no plans on leaving bed anytime soon.

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[gorgonwrites]

wriothesley headcanons

NSFW below the cut! minors DNI. 18+

author's note: i'm BACK!!! and i am obsessed with a certain duke from genshin, good gawds. my best friend and i starting spitting ideas out about our fav genshin men, and i decided i wanna share these with you all. :) enjoy! <3

This man is covered in tattoos- he just tends to dress so they aren’t visible. He has a Cerberus piece that takes up his entire back, and he has lots of florals that cover his legs and arms and chest. That’s his secret little way of bringing some of the overworld down to him. 

Wriothesley is SUPER outdoorsy. He doesn’t make it a habit to spend a lot of time away from the Fortress of Meropide, but when he does go up to the overworld he’s most likely trying to soak up as much sunshine and fresh air as he can. 

He gets sunburned so easily, bless him. Even if he slathers sunscreen on, it's guaranteed he’ll come back to the Fortress burnt to a crisp. He never complains though. He took Sigewinne camping once, and his sunburn was so bad she was convinced he had sun poisoning when they got back home. 

He loves taking cheesy photos where he’s “holding” or “leaning on” landmarks, and is always super smug about the pictures if they turn out exactly like he wanted. 

Has a photic sneeze reflex. And on that note- the man’s sneezes are so fucking obnoxious. They echo throughout the Fortress when he sneezes in his office. He gets his feelings hurt if no one says ‘bless you’ though. 

To show love, Wriothesley gives physical touch and gifts. He loves seeing small things throughout his long days that remind him of his partner, and he wants them to know he’s thinking of them constantly. 

To receive love, he needs physical touch and words of affirmation. Trust is extremely hard for him, so having verbal reassurance is key to him relaxing and building trust with his partner. 

Is literally just a little baby. The man would melt into being cuddled after a long, hard day.

nsfw below<3

This man has a SERIOUS praise kink. He needs to know when he’s doing well and the reassurance drives him crazy. He’s also quick to give praise to his partners- the intimacy makes him melt. Will lose his mind if someone calls him a good boy. 

He also has a very mild degradation kink- he loves to tease his partners or slightly embarrass them. He can’t help that he’s fucking them stupid! 

T I T T Y MAN!!! 

Pierced nips because he likes the look of them. 

Obsessed with his partners riding his face. He just wants to be a tool for their pleasure, and in his opinion that's the perfect way to let them use him how they want.

He loves bondage, but more specifically, he loves shibari. He thinks it's beautiful, and the time spent tying his partners up in intricate positions feels incredibly intimate to him. 

He also has a bit of a sadistic streak- he loooooves predicament bondage too. 

Mild voyeur and exhibitionist kink, he’s a bit jealous at times though so he tends to lean more into exhibitionism. 

He LOVES edging. Giving and receiving- the delayed gratification of it all makes him feral. If he’s edging his partner, he wants to see tears and hear begging before he finally gives in and lets them come. If he’s on the receiving end, he tries to hold out as long as  humanly possible because he gets so lost in the pleasure. He’s usually crying out by the end, though. 

Generally, such a soft and tender lover. He’s very attentive and adapts well. He would most likely try anything at least once, and would say if he didn’t like something in particular. He expects the same from his partners. 

[autumnmist101]

Random Individual Hermit Head-cannons

Xisuma: Voidwalker

Keeps pictures of his favorite moments from each of the hermits' first seasons.

Void searched for Pearl and Jimmy specifically. Did this right after Grian explained his backstory and that he didn’t know if his siblings were alive.

Adopted both Mumbo and False in season two, but at separate times. They don't talk about it much though. ______________________________________________________________

VintageBeef: Cow hybrid

Makes the best deviled eggs anyone has ever tasted. ______________________________________________________________

Mumbo: Had a phase where he was a bunny hybrid (have a shpeel about it but that's too long for this post)

Would wear a fake mustache when he was too young to grow one. (The others found it adorable)

Second person to find out about Grian's backstory

Writes letters to Iskall while he's away doing Vault Hunters even though he knows he won't write back. ______________________________________________________________

Iskall: Man raised by villagers (I've heard this was popular hc/cannon)

Misses Architect and kept a picture of the potato Grian threw into it.

Hums the Dragon bros song while doing redstone

Reads every letter Mumbo writes to him while at Vault Hunters

Spent two days eating ice cream in bed when Joel dumped him (Stress dragged him out of it and made him do work) ______________________________________________________________

Gem: Hybrid forms: Tropical fish/sea creature, Fox, Deer, Elf

Confronted/nearly killed Scott during an Empires' meeting after hearing that he abandoned Pearl in DL.

Can't use chopsticks. Makes them shish-kabob sticks instead.

Loves ice-skating dates (platonic) with Pearl.

If she can't plays at least one T-Swift song on a road trip. Then she's the only artist the car gets to listen to when heading back home.

Protective as heck when she finds out someone's sick. (Nurse mod Gem activates)

Harder punches mean more love, and Gem is, according to many, a 'very affectionate' hermit. >:D

Twin of Fwhip, sister of Sausage. ______________________________________________________________

Bdubs: Hybrids- Bug, Glare, Horse

Can NOT have energy drink. Will be constantly building, and answering anything via screaming. Not to mention, won't be able to shreep. ______________________________________________________________

Scar: Hybrid forms: Vex and Cat.

Has a chewing necklace he loses constantly

An amazing cook despite the kitchen being on fire.

Has wheelchair and cane accessories from his friends. ie. wheelchair handle spikes from Gem, heated Star Wars themed cane handle from Grian.

Bursts into Disney songs at ANY reference he hears.

Jellie trained Katy Bee to carry a mini first aid box on her collar for Scar. ______________________________________________________________

Tango: Blaze-born

Raised by phoenixes.

Left home to be on his own. The portal he took to the overworld put him in a snow biome. Nearly froze before Zedaph found him.

Can actually hover, but usually forgets about the ability.

When needing in a tight space, will create a whisp of fire that he will then possess to fly into that space.

Cried for at least an hour whenever a Ravager died in DO2.

Freaked out when Pearl first tried to eat a red-stone torch and immediately taught her red-stone safety, as well as started using it. (Wants to be a good influence <3)

Still believes in Santa

Can play just about anything on kazoo.

Will NOT play Star Wars or Disney songs on the kazoo. ______________________________________________________________

Zedaph: Sheep hybrid.

Big Chappell Roan fan

Sunburns easily

Kicked out of a cult of lambs due to constantly calling the god they worshipped "Waiter" instead of "The one who waits".

Found Tango half frozen on a mountain. ______________________________________________________________

Impulse: Cast out from the nether realm for befriending too many humans.

Organizer of the Hermit Parent Club. Usually plans out field trips, pun offs, and when it's bring your kid to the server day.

Still has his first soup bowl of season 9.

Was standing right beside the cactus Skizz fell in when he was kicked out of heaven.

Helping Skizz out- "I'm an imp. My name's Impulse. What's your name, man?" ______________________________________________________________

Skizz: When meeting Impulse- "Mine's Skizzleman! I'm an Angel!"

Knew Impulse would be his best friend after that moment.

Can do a great Doodlebob impression

Cast out of heaven for being bad at making things. Not just alive things. All things.

The last straw for them was when he tried to make a Tasmanian devil. He did not know what a Tasmanian devil was. . . . He still does not know what a Tasmanian devil is.

When cast out was purposely thrown onto a cactus where he was found by Impulse. (They really didn't like his last creation) ______________________________________________________________

Joel: Hybrid forms- Wolf, Red Panda

Definitely NOT nervous around needles. Only babies, and Jimmy, are nervous around those.

Wears his Mazelean crown when he misses his friends in empires.

Constantly writes to Lizzie in whatever server she's on. Also keeps a small bottle of her perfume on his bedside table.

Can feel when another Life game is coming. (Sixth sense almost)

Has a dart board with Scott's face on it that he, and sometimes Pearl, use to prepare for the next games.

NOT scared of giant birds or any birds for that matter. That's for losers. And DIDN'T scream when he first saw Jimmy's canary wings. ______________________________________________________________

False: Eagle avian

Enjoys hunting rabbits/Joel in her free time.

Teases Mumbo about his crush on Hot Guy.

Has won countless rap battles

Can, in fact, smell fear ______________________________________________________________

Etho: Sings Barbie girl in the shower

Carries tools on him at all times

Keeps a Big Bro <3 bracelet from Gem in his vest pocket ______________________________________________________________

That's all for now. I have others; however, they were too long to be included in this post. I do intend to expand/story-fy a couple of these ones though, hopefully in the near future. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! <3

[faelynfawn]

For the rarepairs: maybe Scar/Tango?

I realised quite quickly that I may be incapable of writing a drabble. Have a one shot instead.

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There were a lot of unfortunate circumstances that lead to Scar’s current predicament. It was certainly not just Scar’s carelessness compounding into an unlucky series of events, no. Definitely not Scar’s fault at all!

Sure, maybe he should’ve checked his elytra’s durability, but really who remembered to do that? The whole point of mending was that it should repair itself in the background. Why should he have to keep track of it?

And yeah, he probably should carry an Ender chest on him at all times. But he didn’t. He was not the only one who didn’t!

His decision to fly back through the Overworld instead of the Nether was actually not stupid. He had just played a bunch of Decked Out. It was so cold in the Dungeon. He hated the heat of the Nether on a good day. Dealing with that right after Decked Out? No thank you!

All that is to say: his elytra just broke as he was flying home from Decked Out.

Scar landed in packed snow. Which was great in a way, as he would have died otherwise. What was not so great was that he immediately began to freeze. It took him a few minutes to claw his way out, his diamond armour heavy and weighing him down. By the time he managed to get out, he was so exhausted that all he could really do was lay there on the frigid snow.

Things like sub-zero temperatures usually did not affect people on Hermitcraft. Scar’s stupid code made him an exception. He would not die, but he was struggling to move and his ability to think clearly was already slipping.

He did have a wheelchair on him, but it was not able to handle this terrain. He honestly probably couldn’t even operate it even if it could. He doubted he could even move enough to place it down and pull himself up into it.

Which meant that walking was out of the question as well.

He could not even see where the biome ended. All he could see other than endless snow was the sun on its way down and Decked Out in the far, far distance.

Scar needed help.

He tried to fish his communicator out of his pocket but he was struggling to get a grip on it. His fine motor skills were not working, it seemed.

Eventually he managed to pull it out enough for it to be next to him on the snow. He shuffled around so he could see it.

There were quite a few people on world at the moment, but he did not know how far away most of them were. He knew Tango was probably still at Decked Out, he had watched Scar’s runs just now. Even if not he would be close by, more than happy to help, and also he would be very warm.

It took Scar quite a few attempts to pull up Tango’s contacts. Even more to try and hit the stupid call button. Still, he managed it in under a minute, which was pretty impressive with how much he was shaking.

“Hey Scar! What’s up?”

Scar tried to say something like, “Stuck in the snow,” or even, “Help,” but all that came out was a garbled whine.

“Scar?” Tango’s voice was concerned now, “You okay?”

Scar tried so hard to say no to beg for help or anything but he just couldn’t talk. He didn’t know he wouldn’t be able to talk and it was really scaring him. If he couldn’t talk then he couldn’t tell Tango what was wrong and he couldn’t get help and he was going to die and-

“Hey, hey, it’s okay! It’s okay, buddy, it’s okay,” Tango soothed, but it wasn’t okay, “I’m gonna figure out where you are and come find you, okay?”

Oh.

Oh right, they could do that now.

All Tango would have to do is type a command on his communicator and he would have Scar’s co-ordinates.

The sudden relief made Scar start to cry. Which he hated; it was too cold to cry. He also hated how Tango could clearly hear it, given that he was keeping up a steady stream of reassurances.

Scar was really struggling to understand him. He could hear that he was talking but not what he was saying. It was terrifying. Which made Scar just feel so ridiculous. All of this made him feel ridiculous.

This was hardly that bad of a situation. He was no stranger to his body not responding to him or struggling to understand people or anything. Not to mention, he knew once he warmed up it would go away. It was not like he had died and was now stuck like this for anywhere between a few hours and a few days. It would go away once he warmed up.

Besides, it was his fault he was there anyway.

So he should not be crying and hyperventilating and just making it such a big deal.

He was probably really freaking Tango out.

“Scar!”

Well, that Scar understood. He had not heard it through his communicator, either, which was probably a good sign.

He squinted up at the sky and saw Tango gliding down towards him. He looked like a fiery angel descending from the heavens.

Immediately when he landed next to him, Scar felt so much warmer and better. He was able to move enough to try and reach towards Tango.

Tango quickly got the message and wrapped Scar up in his arms. He said something, he sounded like a question, but Scar couldn’t understand him.

It made Scar cry harder. His hands couldn’t close properly so he was not able to clutch at Tango’s cloak like he wanted to. He couldn’t move his arms enough to wrap around Tango either.

Quickly Tango’s tone changed into something softer, more soothing. He rocked Scar lightly as he cried. Which, he probably should have felt a lot more embarrassed about than he did, but he was really happy for it.

It was not long before Scar began to stop crying. He just did not have the energy for it.

Tango’s tone changed again and he pulled back a bit. It was hard to see his face through his still watery eyes, but he was frowning at Scar. He ran a gentle hand over Scar’s face and murmured something.

Scar felt himself being shifted into Tango’s side, just held by one arm instead of two. Tango used his free hand to place down his Ender chest. He shuffled up onto his knees so he could rummage through it, doing his best to keep Scar tucked in close.

He pulled out a shulkerbox from it, which he placed down. A little bit more shuffling and he managed to pull an elytra from it.

Tango moved him so he was laying over his lap. He began to gently undo the straps of Scar’s elytra.

Scar would not be able to use an elytra.

Scar tried to tell him, but he just could not get the words out.

Tango shushed him softly.

It was not long before Tango helped him out of the broken elytra into the fresh one. He broke both the shulker and Ender chest and tucked it away into his inventory. He pressed a rocket into Scar’s hand.

Which, Scar tried really hard to hold onto, but his hand just would not close.

Scar really didn’t like the expression Tango made when he realised Scar would not be able to use the elytra. He pulled away from Scar and for one delirious moment Scar thought he was going to leave him there in the cold.

But no, Tango brought out some deepslate from his inventory and began to build a floor. On it he put a bed. He turned back to Scar and lifted him into his arms. Scar really liked being in Tango’s arms. Especially when Tango carried him. He needed to get carried by him more, it was actually so unfair he was not constantly carried around like a princess.

Tango put him down into the bed and wrapped him up tightly in the blankets. He began to move away again, which was not very nice of him. He was warm and Scar really, really wanted to be in his arms.

Scar must have let out a whine or something horribly embarrassing like that because Tango turned back to him quickly. He walked over, brushed the hair out of his face, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He said something very soft and gentle before turning back away.

Scar was placated for a moment. He watched as Tango retrieved some more blocks from his Ender chest and began to construct a makeshift hut. It was definitely function over fashion, although he did include a window. It was maybe three minutes before he hung a soul lantern from the roof and turned back to Scar.

He smiled at him and sat down next to him on the bed. Scar whined at him, trying to wriggle free from his soft blanket prison so he could reach for Tango. Thankfully he seemed to understand because he quickly rearranged the blankets, himself, and Scar. He was leaning against the wall with Scar tucked against his chest, a blanket loosely wrapped around them.

Exhausted after that whole ordeal combined with how safe he felt in Tango's embrace, Scar quickly dozed off.

[sorrinslays]

Sampo Koski HeadCannons!

Ambidextrous. Considering that he's always on the run he must have to multitask a lot.

Builds his own bombs and produces his own sleeping gas.

Has multiple hideouts all across Belobog, all well hidden.

He has one far far into the snow plains, and that's the most 'personalized' one as it's in the heart of the fragmentum so no one comes across it -

-It has custom made maps he has created of Silvermane activity and patrol routes, all the nukes and crannies of the Overworld and Underworld, trinkets that he finds, likes and fixes

He grows his own roses. He grows them in the hideout in the snow plains.

He has a white pet snake called Apollo and it always is somewhere on his body, hiding in the jacket, wrapped around belts and that snake spine thingy -

He has avoided arrest once when Gepard was searching him and Geppie just froze when he was checking the breast pocket cause he heard a hiss.

He's technically not human, he was created by Aha because THEY wanted to see what would happen if a person just spawned in a random planet -

-Just imagine a man spawning in the middle of nowhere, that's Sampo.

In my heart he'll always be agender and aroace.

He has created this funny situation that, as Sampo he insists that Madam Poisson is his relative while as Madam Poisson he insists he hasn't ever even talked to Sampo-

-He (as Poisson) was actually held for questioning because of that, managing to get rid of all suspicion from the Silvermane Guards which he finds so fucking funny.

Big fan of chess, he finds it very entertaining that every game is different -

-Actually plays chess with Aha. He just has a chessboard in one of his hideouts, the rules are these: THEY can do whatever they want and Sampo follows the rules of the game to a T and tries to win.

His left eye (one hidden under his bangs) is more sensitive to light more than the other, which is why he 'hides' it under his bangs -

-When he wears his mask, it gets even more sensitive, so whenever he doesn't wear it but has it on his person, he wears an eyepatch like Childe in his beta design.

Speaking of his mask, it's a normal red mask like the one in Sparkle's lightcone.

When he takes the moles to join rides, he makes use of his Emanator status to do silly things like making birds out of metal scraps or turns dust into confetti as a way to, one, entertain the kids and, two, stay in touch with his power so he doesn't get 'unused' to it.

After Black Swan's and Sparkle's companion quest, he and Black Swan exchanged numbers and saved each other as 'Detective' and 'Assistant Detective'.

Has interacted with Robin once in a random planet, nothing major they are just friendly acquittances because Sampo helped her shoo some creepy fans and ended up hanging out when they randomly came across each other a few days later

[dist0rt1on]

SAMPO KOSKI: FOOL'S DISCOVERY

Synopsis: How you helped a fool realize his own feelings.

> Pairings: Sampo Koski x Gn!Reader

> Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst and Hurt-Comfort???

> Contents: Sampo being a part of The Masked Fools, backstory of your relationship with him, confessions, mostly ooc i guess? No proofread btw im sleepy

> Words: 3.8k

> A/N: Sorry if it's not rlly accurate to Sampo i just have a lot of 'what ifs' with him and this got birthed ig

Sampo Koski is everyone's friend. A charismatic, humorous, cunning man. He's certainly a hot topic in all areas. Though, everyone around him views him as a skilled-yet-idiotic criminal. Or... maybe that's what Sampo himself wants them to think. After all, he tells himself every day that people like him are better suited to be shadowy comic reliefs anyway. Even so, no one knows how the gears behind his brain work.

Sampo Koski is a silver-tongued 'salesman' and an eloquent mercenary. He holds so much information that makes it so hard for people to not approach him for help. With the right price, he's willing to do all sorts of jobs for his lovely customers. Though, he isn't afraid of betraying his customer if he were to get paid on a higher price for it. You can't blame him, can you? Living in the underworld itself isn't easy. You gotta be willing to accept the opportunity for some extra cash if you want to survive.

Sampo Koski is a common enemy. Despite how much conflict Belobog's regions has over the years, most of the citizens in both overworld and underworld would agree that they share a similar distaste for the bi-haired man himself.

Lastly, Sampo Koski is a fool. A following fool who also thinks that the world is a joke. Just like a drama, or a soap opera that runs every day to be witnessed by the people in the audience's seats. No matter how endless the pain and suffering became, it could always be shoved away by laughter. Joy eliminates pain, after all. Laughter is a God-given right to avoid pain. Or so he heard.

Days would usually pass by just like night and day. Except you can't really see the 'day' on the underworld. Business after business through the years, he never thought of having to love someone. Not to mention someone even loving him in the first place. Though, that mindset shattered when he met you. Or specifically, after he spent so much time with you.

You two met in one of the underworld's desolate alleyways. You, who were mistaken as Sampo's anonymous customer, were trying to find some peace. Gazing upon the ceiling with wonder. 'How many more years are we supposed to endure all the suffering in the underworld before the fragmentum consumes us all?' You sigh sadly.

That thought was quickly replaced with a sense of caution after hearing faint footsteps coming your way. You turn your head in that direction, noticing a certain bi-haired man of your age with a sweet smile on his face and a waving hand.

"Hello, dearest customer! You must be the anonymous fella who asked for my services, I assume?" He approached you with his signature, charming smile. Which made you look up to him in response .

"Huh? You must've gotten the wrong person, buddy. Never called anyone for some services. Sorry..." You responded, albeit a bit confused about the salesman's arrival.

Just by your tone and expression alone, he could confirm that you were telling him the truth. Yet, he's not done with you yet. It's simple, he wants to lure you into becoming his customer too. He wants to make a profit in every corner. It's in his natural 'salesman' instincts, after all. But... there's just something about you that scratches his mind. Oh well, he can deal with it later.

"Sorry about that! The name's Sampo Koski. If you ever need someone to take care of things for you... Sampo Koski is the man for the job, who's at your service." He winks at you 'innocently'.

Though, you weren't oblivious to these types of people.

"Ah... so you're that type of businessman, arent you?" You raise an eyebrow, to which the man responded with a chuckle.

"As I said, All sorts of business are welcomed — as long as you've got the cash." He gives you a sly grin.

He saw you opening your mouth to respond to him in a brief second. Yet, before you could mutter something out, familiar marching noises filled the area from both sides of the alleyway.

...Damn Vagrants. They were surrounding the area with their weapons raised at you two. In the middle of the ambush, a masked man turned out to be the leader of said Vagrants.

By their similar physique and posture, Sampo could easily confirm that the leader is the same man who anonymously asked for his services in the first place.

Sampo himself knew that there was a possibility of this happening, but eh. He's a man who'll take any opportunity at any given moment. But he needs some entertainment too. He'd be lying if he told himself that he wasn't amused by this capture or murder attempt.

The masked man began to blabber as unprofessionally as one could blabber. Openly explaining their plans to the two while thinking that they'll be able to kill you two easily while also thinking that you play a part in the 'businesses' yourself.

By the leader's naivety, Sampo would listen intently and imagine a better scenario of said plan. But he chose to ignore the leader and decided to look in your direction.

Ah, you were trembling from head to toe. Fear and confusion wash your face as you try to get into a defensive state.

Living in the underworld for years, of course, you've learned basic self-defense to protect yourself from danger. But against more than one vagrant who has their weapons up and ready to knock the daylights over you at any moment? You cant- you won't stand a chance against them. Not without a weapon. Not without wielding an element.

'What the... hell's happening...?' You thought, panicking over the situation you accidentally got yourself into.

Sampo Koski is a man who'd rather flee before things get rougher than it already is. Unless he had no other choice. When people who targeted him managed to find or corner him, he'd usually try to charm them with his presence. Then using their confusion as the opening of his escape to flee the scene and leave the problems to the nearest bystanders. If there were any.

But this time, it was different. He didn't instantly come up with a plan to flee. Instead, he was focused on you. But why?

Because of your innocent look that was quickly washed away by your fear? No, that's not it... He thinks.

Because of your pitiful state? It could be? But... was that really the problem? Because...

He doesn't understand.

He can't wrap his head around this unfamiliar feeling.

Fleeing was always the best option for him. But for some reason, everything inside himself was telling him to not leave the poor bystander alone.

Why? He never had second thoughts before fleeing the scene before.

...

Maybe... Sampo Koski himself... had taken an interest in you. Yes, that must be it.

And helping you would certainly lead you to his debt. And Sampo wouldn't mind that. He'd be delighted.

"Hey- Were you even listening to me...!?" The leader shouted in an offended tone due to Sampo ignoring all his speech. But Sampo didn't seem to care this time around.

Instead, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder in a swift motion. Pulling you close as he whispers to your ear.

"Close your eyes and hold your breath. Trust me, okay?" He whispers in a soft tone.

Maybe because you were desperate to survive in this current situation that you did what he told you to do. Your body slowly tenses up as you close your eyes and hold your breath. He slowly removed his hold on you and pulls away as he pulls out some tricks up his sleeve.

Even if your vision was currently replaced by a dark void, it didn't stop you from hearing the chaos around you.

You could feel movements from Sampo's side as you could hear him throwing a few items into the ground.

"What the...? Is this... a bomb...!?"

"N-no... Its... they're smoke bombs...!"

"Gah-...! Everyone, stand... down...!"

You hear your attackers panic as they one by one lose their consciousness and fall to the ground.

Sampo approached the powerless leader who had lost his balance and gave him a shit-eating grin as he looked down at him.

"Wow, you really surprised the Sampo Koski with that ambush. As for the return, I decided to give you a surprise of my own~ How'dya like it?" He chuckles.

The leader gritted his teeth. "Y-You bastard... You'll pay... for this..." he threatens Sampo before losing consciousness completely.

Sampo then hurriedly rushed to your side and grabbed your trembling arm. "Let's go now, friend. You better keep up if you don't want to be left behind~"

Before you could even respond, he runs off from the alleyway with you.

Finally residing in a safe spot, Sampo carefully lets go of your arm. "Are you hurt, friend?" He asked as he sees you calm down.

"Sampo, was it? I... can't thank you enough for helping me escape from that. Even though I was just a passerby who got into your situation." You sigh.

"But... Is there anything I can repay you with...? I don't have a lot of cash on me, but when I do... I'll definitely pay you back though... I-I'm sorry..." You looked away. Hoping that the man in front of you won't be disappointed and decides to kill you after knowing you can't pay him back right at this moment.

Sampo chuckles as he looks at you in amusement. "Don't worry, you could still pay me back, ya'know?"

You set your eyes on him again, raising an eyebrow. "What...? But I told you I don't have much cash on me... Unless... gh...! You're not gonna do something to me, are you...!?" You point at the man in accusation. Sweating over the fact that he might do unimaginable things to you.

He quickly places a finger in front of your lips. "Ah, shushushushush... Don't paint me as a greedy and disrespectful businessman, friend. I, Sampo Koski, am still a gentleman with a heart. I was wondering if you could take up an offer instead." He pulled his gloved finger away from your lips.

"That is...?" You await his words as you see him extend his hand.

"Why don't we become business partners, hmm? You look like an interesting fella. I can't help but think that there's more to you than what meets the eye." He started to say.

"I'll deal with most of the things out there while you deal with other crucial things while hidden in the background. Ah, don't worry. We'll split the payment to our agreement. So how about it? Do you accept this offer?"

Any sane person in the underworld wouldn't trust his offer unless they were desperate. But usually, they'd harshly reject his offers. That's why... he was really surprised when you instantly placed your hands in his with no hesitation at all.

"Alright. You look like a fun guy to be with, and I bet you got a lot of surprises huh? I guess it won't hurt to become business partners with you." You smirk as if you weren't terrified a few minutes ago.

"You bet. I won't let you down, so you better do your best, partner." He smiles as you two shake hands in agreement.

That was the day you and the infamous Sampo Koski meet. Ever since that day, you did different kinds of jobs with him.

At first, the two of you were nothing but business partners. He informs you of a mission, and you help him from the shadows, split the pay, and part ways.

But the more you two started working together, the closer you two became. And now, even after the business itself was settled, you'll kill your boring ol' time to spend your day with him.

Like watching a fierce boxing match in the fight club while cheering for your favorite fighters.

"Huh... both of them are so tough! I'm still wondering how robots are qualified for a boxing match, but whatever. Beat him up, Mechanical Master!" You cheer for your favorite fighter.

You could hear Sampo laughing next to you. "In your dreams, partner. Greyback Whale's the much stronger one between them!"

"Buuut we gotta be real now, don't we? I'm a much better fighter than anyone from the fight club~ You've witnessed it yourself, yeah?" He winks with a sense of pride as you snorted in response.

"Yeah, yeah... I guess I gotta admit you're way faster and stronger than them, huh? How fierce and mighty of you, Mr. Sampo~ I might need an autograph from you one day." You playfully stick your tongue out as you tease him. Sampo responds with a playful smirk.

Or you'd spend the day with him by taking a stroll in the mines. Well... a little bit annoying when the two of you have a 50% chance of getting attacked by vagrants, fragmentum creatures, or even robots. But it's nice to back him up on a fight once in a while.

"Hey, partner! Wanna see how fast I could knock them out with these babies alone?" He cockily twirls his daggers as he focuses his eyes on the surrounding enemies.

"Hmm... sure. Knock them out in under 10 seconds, and ill fight alongside you if we have any business for the day." You challenged the man.

In a blink of an eye, you see his daggers getting thrown at the enemies. It was almost a blur. You looked in awe as you witness daggers flying as swiftly as the wind, knocking out enemies with their single touch.

The group of enemies didn't even last 5 seconds as those daggers finally return to the hands of their master. "3.5 seconds. Now, you were saying?"

"Hah, you never fail to surprise me... do you?"

You and Sampo became inseparable. You two were like puzzle pieces who complete each other.

Sampo is the strength and the brain. The active mercenary in his business who deals with all the fights and the talk.

Meanwhile you, you were the heart. The vigilant partner who usually tends to Sampo's wounds if he was unlucky enough to get them.

For a doctor, Natasha's treatments are of a much better quality. But Sampo couldn't help it. No matter how light or brutal the wounds were, he always ends up wanting to get treated in your care.

"Gah... good thing I patched you up just in time... You were on the blink of collapsing, you know...? Don't be so reckless with yourself!" You scold the man as you try to patch the smaller cuts on his arm.

"Should I just call Dr. Natasha to treat you...? I don't think I'm doing a good job on this..."

"No, no. You don't need to. You're doing a great job, okay? And sorry... I was a bit unlucky this time. But I promise I'll be more careful next time, haha." He reassured you with a weak smile.

It was a nice feeling though, Sampo thought. Even if you were scolding him plenty of times, he always notices your careful hands as you patched him up. Him knowing that you hoped your touch won't hurt Sampo more than he already is.

Even if Sampo has a quite friendly demeanor on him, he never lets his guard down. Even to the people he trusts. But there's one thing he noticed...

He started to let his guard down over the time when you two were alone. Relaxing his body to the fullest.

It felt weird at first, Sampo admits. But he quickly came to an acceptable conclusion.

Sampo Koski had developed a soft spot for you.

Now finally, the present. As of today, the blockade between the underworld and the overworld had been lifted by the help of the trailblazers from beneath the sky. It was a miracle, really. You almost couldn't believe it.

Due to Sampo's part in helping them as well, he gets a temporary pass to walk on the overworld's ground freely without any guards arresting him.

He would've used this opportunity to sneakily gain some extra cash, but he decided to go against that idea.

Not when you looked at him with those sparkling eyes. Telling him that you wanted to explore the place and the sceneries with him. And so he did.

But he never expected this one particular day.

The day you asked him to meet up with you somewhere in the overworld's administrative district.

You, holding out a cheap, single-flower bouquet for him only. Muttering multiple things he can't seem to catch. But from where this is going, he knew. By his body language that told you that he was caught off-guard, he knew what's gonna happen next.

You, looking deep into his eyes, as you successfully have the courage to tell him how you feel towards him

"I love you, Sampo Koski. I really do."

There you stood, red-faced as you closed your eyes shut. Getting ready to return some comebacks of your own when he gives you a flurry of his teases.

...

What you expected didn't come.

You slowly opened your eyes to a sight you never thought you would see one day.

The Sampo Koski you know... was also standing there red-faced. But... his eyes widened, and tears slowly fall to his cheeks.

Sampo Koski is a man who knows what love is, but had yet to experience it. Well, maybe he did. But after years of getting disliked or even despised by many people in the country he resides in, even if he were to blame for that, he began to gradually forget what 'love' or 'warmth' means to him.

But today, you had easily told him the specific word and answer to his own conflicted feelings about you.

'I love you, Sampo Koski.'

'Love.'

...

"H-Hey... not that I doubt it or anything, but... Do I... even deserve this kinda thing...?" He tries to maintain his playful tone, but his cracked voice quickly ruined it in an instant.

Sampo Koski is a man who usually denies his negative feelings. Every time he gets sad, hurt, angry, or many other things, he always brushes it away and laughs it off as if it was a laughing matter, to begin with. Unconsciously straying him from his understanding of his own emotions.

No, his usual playful, cunning, charismatic attitude isn't a facade or some sort. It's just Sampo being Sampo. It's just that his mindset of joy diluting all sorrow was making him unconsciously bottle up all that pain.

He always knew that the universe is merciless, but he prefers choosing the path of laughing it off. It was the guidance he got, after all. But was it because of amusement or denial? Who knows...

He is a masked fool, after all.

But your sudden confession had shattered that bottle of his. Many of his mixed emotions were scattered in his mind. Starting to swirl around his surroundings. He was getting overwhelmed.

'Why? Im an awful man. I don't deserve your love. Your kindness.'

'You deserve better.'

'So why me?'

'Why me?'

...

"Of course, you deserve this. You deserve everything, honestly. Thanks to you, I've never been so happy in my entire life. And... I know we spend our days together, but I want to share a much closer bond with you. Because... I've never loved someone this much before. You deserve my love, Sampo. And you'll always do." Your lips curved up into a sweet smile as Sampo looks at you in shock.

Sampo Koski is jealous of you. Envious that you had managed to tell or identify your feelings he's been struggling with so easily.

But you looked so beautiful at that moment. Your genuine, kind smile and your flowing hair matching the rhythm of the wind. The sun's warm light favors you and your beautiful presence alone.

You then lowered the arm that was holding the bouquet. "But, it's okay. I get it if you're not ready yet. Whatever the outcome, ill accept it. Just don't let it ruin our friendship, okay? I'll be waiting for your answer. Once you're ready, okay?" You turn around, getting ready to leave so you could give him some space.

...

"Don't you fucking dare..."

"Huh?" Before you could turn around to see him again, you felt arms wrapping around your waist from behind you. Holding you tight as if you were about to disappear from his very life.

"Don't you dare leave me here... especially after saying that..." he begs in a soft tone.

...

Sampo rests his head on your shoulder. "...I love you too. Even if things were hell down there, hoping to see you every time I woke up in the morning... gave me a reason to keep going. No matter how hard things became, you never left my side... And... I'm so grateful for all that... You're so... precious... to me..."

Sampo finally gets it. The differences in his feelings before you came into his life, and after.

Once, the man wandered the world on his own. With both worlds having a distaste in him while laughing in a sense he used to call 'joy'. Never letting his guard down on every corner, even on his own 'home'.

But when you came into his pitiful life, he started laughing with you. Not in a sense of that so-called joy he once believed could wash away all pain and suffering, but in a sense of comfort and warmth. You had sneaked your way into his heart and made it your home. His home.

He twirled your body around to face him. Tears were still in his eyes as he sniffles on his snot. But still, a big smile was present on his face.

"Hah... Thank you, my dear... Thank you for everything... Mhm... So, are we officially together now...?" He looks at you with that usual goofy grin.

"Of course! Ah... I love you so much...!" You were also trembling with joy as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Looking up to him with the same sense of affection.

"Too bad." He smirks as he leans closer to your ear. "You might say that you love me. But I love you more, my love." He whispers.

Sampo Koski is a man who wants to be loved, and to love back. And with the opportunity you gave him, he'll never waste his chance. He hasn't told it directly to your face, but he vows to protect your life, your heart, everything.

"*sniff* You know... I would kiss you right now, but... I'd rather have our first kiss at a more... romantic moment." He gently presses his lips to your forehead as you giggle in response.

"Saving that for our first date, huh... Pretty boy?" Your cheeks started to warm up more.

"Maybe, maybe not... Who knows?" He coos as he carefully strokes your hair. Kissing your cheek as you hum softly.

Maybe... he could send his final regards to the guys and girls at the tavern to run away with you, one day. He hopes.

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[covenofwives]

Cloud Pillows

DreamXD and Dream get themselves a much needed break. From GeorgeHD's generosity they have a home for the night, yet Dream is still on edge and XD knows how to calm him down.

SURPRISE! Bet you didn't think I had the second story ready! WELL I DO!

Pls Enjoy :) ~

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The room was more than secure and safe enough for DreamXD and Dream, yet XD could not make himself relax. The first thing he did was get Dream and himself a bath. Easily done in the bath that was nearly as big as the bedroom.

As XD expected (and took a moment to wonder in awe), the dresser in the room held clothes for both himself and Dream that was near perfect to their sizes. Dream was finally in soft, clean clothes of a grey t-shirt and shorts. There was a similar set in XD’s size but he only wore the shorts. Surprisingly the top came with an extra set of sleeves for his lower arms, but the size was just a little off so XD went without.

GeorgeHD was clearly more powerful than XD had been told. They only knew of the God from the accounts and stories that Prime would sometimes let them hear, but his power, not just in strength, was more than XD had ever thought. If they could have redone it again, they would have tried to seek HD out as soon as they and Dream arrived in the Overworld.

“What are these?” Dream’s curious voice poked through the thick cloud of thoughts in XD’s mind. He blinked out of his daze, watching as Dream stood beside the table in the middle of the room. The table held a large water jug and a few glasses. Dream and XD had drank all of it before the bath and when they came back to the bedroom the jug was full again. Beside that was a bowl full of fruit, and Dream had pulled out a bunch of small green ones.

“I think they are grapes.” XD answered unsurely. He had remembered seeing a picture of them in a book he read aeons ago, though the End could never grow any. He trusted whatever HD gave them would be safe to eat.

Dream pulled one of the grapes off the stem. He looked at it carefully before looking to XD again. “Can I have it?”

XD nodded and watched carefully as Dream ate one. He could see Dream ponder on the taste and eventually deciding he liked it, putting another one in his mouth. “It’s good!”

XD’s heart warmed and broke as Dream collected a few grapes and then climbed up onto the bed to join him. The first few days on the Overworld had been fine for food. The trees had plenty of apples and XD could hunt the animals easily. Yet all of that was in a pure survival instinct to keep Dream alive, not because he enjoyed any of the food. And with the burn on his arm, most times XD was feeding Dream while the boy was crying in pain.

The memory of Dream’s burning was wedged forever in XD’s mind.

Ever since Dragon had crawled her way out of the void, XD had kept constant care to know where she always was. After Dream was given to him, it was his top priority to keep him safe and yet just one mistake undone it all.

She had come across them exploring an airship and XD had taken just a split second in deciding whether to fight or flee. A split second too long as Dragon opened her maw and the purple flames engulfed the entire ship. XD shielded Dream as best they could from the fire as they teleported, but the horrible scream told them they weren’t fast enough.

XD had taken them to the main island of the End, and opened the portal to the Overworld. His only thought at that moment was to get Dream to water, and once the pain had lessened only slightly, XD had already made the choice that they couldn’t return to the End.

They survived for four days in the wild, moving from biome to biome. XD could not command anything in the Realm and Dream was too young to craft, so it was days looking for food and nights having Dream sleep while XD kept watch. They eventually came across the cherry biome in their travels, Dream having pointed it out and since he’d smiled for the first time in days over it, XD took him there. Exhaustion and stressed had XD close his eyes for just a second and when he open them and saw Dream so close to other kids, he panicked.

At least the outcome had ended with him and Dream with a room for the night.

“Are you okay?” Dream asked as he pat a hand over XD’s knee.

The memories faded off to the back of XD’s mind and he smiled to Dream. “I’m fine.”

“Do you want some grapes?” Dream offered the fruits up which XD calmly refused. Dream hesitated before speaking again, but XD could read his expressions so easily he already knew what Dream was going to ask. “Can I have your cloak?”

“Of course.” XD pulled his cloak up from the side of the bed. Despite it’s frayed and ripped condition, Dream took the cloak eagerly and wrapped it around himself.

His eyes caught onto a few of the tears at the cloaks edges and he ran his fingers over them. “Can you fix these?” The question came as more curious if XD could do it, and not asking him to actually do it.

XD shook his head. “No, not yet.” He had tried mending the cloak when Dream took his bath, but he was still exhausted and his powers refused to work. “I can fix it after I rest a little.”

“Then you can sleep now.” Dream said so surely, popping the few last grapes into his mouth. “And I can keep watch tonight.”

XD held back his snort of laughter. “No.” He said. “You will be sleeping tonight.”

“No!” Dream quickly snapped, surprising XD. “You can sleep tonight. I’ll keep us safe this time.”

XD’s heart lurched in their chest. It had been a constant struggle to get Dream to sleep for the nights they were in the Overworld. Partly from the pain and another part because he’d always fuss over XD being awake. XD had explained that sleep wasn’t needed for them as it would be for Dream, but they couldn’t deny the tiredness that plagued them. Dream was observant as ever, always trying to push XD to rest while he offered to forage despite the burning flesh on his arm. XD used to feel pride over Dream independence. Now they cursed it.

“You do not need to keep watch.” XD explained softly. “We are safe here. GeorgeHD gave us a room for the night. You can sleep just fine.”

Dream’s face twisted to a troubled expression. He huddled the cloak more around himself and mumbled into the green fabric. “We can’t trust them…”

XD frowned; troubled by Dream’s attitude though he knew he was partly to blame. When he was given Dream, the End was already void of life. Dragon made sure of that. It was just XD and Dream for years until now, and even here XD had kept them far from villages and tried to hide them from any wanderers. XD knew he looked different from mortals, and his anxiety the past few days convinced him they’d see him as a monster. Now that had been passed to Dream.

“They are good people. And HD healed you.” XD pointed out. The newly healed arm under the cloak twitched ever so slightly, almost like Dream was pulling it into himself. “How is your arm?” XD asked.

“S’fine…” Dream mumbled, fighting the urge to pull out the arm to check. XD had noticed Dream touching the healed flesh every once in a while.

“HD has done a great kindness for us. We can both sleep easily tonight.”

Despite his soft words, Dream still looked unsure. He pulled the cloak tighter around himself till he had it wrapped snugly. “No! I’ll keep watch!”

XD sighed. Dream was stubborn and arguing with him about it was no use. XD knew this from experience, and there was only one way to get through to him.

In one swift movement, one of XD’s lower hands quickly grabbed the end of the cloak and quickly flipped it over Dream’s head. When Dream squealed and fell over in a struggle to free himself, XD wrapped the cloak more and more around his brother.

“XD!” Dream shouted through the cloak as XD watched the little lump of his brother squirm under the cloak and try find the way out. “Doooon’t…”

“I’m not doing anything.” XD kept his voice calm while he grinned. “It is not me… It is the cloak!” XD made his voice more dramatic as he crowded around his brother.

“No it’s not!” Dream squeaked, giggles lacing his voice. One of his legs kicked out, not hard though, and XD caught it in his hand. His claws started just lightly scratching on Dream’s soles through the cloak and Dream screamed. “EHEHEX DEHEHE!”

“The cloak has you!”

“Nohohoho ihihit dohohoesen’t!”

Dream’s foot was released and he quickly pulled it back in. He curled himself up tightly, making himself as small as possible. He could only see XD’s shadow above him, unmoving. When he tried to pull a piece of the cloak off himself, it was pulled back up.

“Ehex Dehehehe…” Dream giggled. “Lehet me up!”

“It’s the cloak, Dreamie~” XD cooed. The shadow didn’t move but Dream could hear tapping on the bed beside him. He squealed and rolled on his side, away from the tapping. “You need to ask the cloak to let you go~”

“Nohohoho! No Ihi-EEP!”

XD’s hand came in, clawing at Dream’s side and making him scream with laughter again; flailing in the folds of the cloak. XD’s heart swelled, hearing Dream laugh again. The four days of pain would never leave XD’s mind, but he could make every day after that filled with laughter and love. And tickling would surely help that.

“It sounds like the cloak has got you all trapped, Dreamie.”

“Plehehehehease!”

The claw in Dream’s side was pulled back, and Dream tried rolling away only to be scooped up into XD’s arms. He could barely kick or even tell which way was up or down before the four hands around him were kneading into his sides, clawing into his tummy and skittering on his knees.

“Stohohohop! Plehehease stohohohop!”

“Who are you begging to, Dreamie~?”

The frustrated growl, laced with squirmy giggles, ended with a whine of giving in. “Thehehe clohohohoak!”

“Ohhh… I don’t think the cloak wants to let you go, Dreamie!”

The boy shrieked as two of XD’s hands worked on his tummy, sending him into hysterics.

“You are gonna be trapped in this cloak forever!”

“Nohohohoho!”

“If you don’t want to sleep, you’ll be gobbled up forever!”

“Ihihihi’ll sleeeeehehehep!”

XD grinned. “What was that?” His tickling lessened only slightly to allow Dream to speak easier.

“Ihi’ll slehehep! Juhust stohohop!”

XD did stop, feeling Dream fall limp in his arms. The cloak was slowly unfolded and Dream fell to the bed. His damp hair frazzled again, his cheeks red and a dopey smile on his face. A smile XD had not seen in what felt like forever.

The temptation to scoop Dream back up and tickle him was strong, but XD held back. Instead he settled down, laying by Dream as he pulled his brother up onto the pillows.

“Ready to sleep?” XD tried not to sound teasing, yet Dream still groaned defiantly.

“I’ll sleep...for a bit…” Dream relented. He gave a long yawn, stretching and turning around so when he relaxed, his arms came down and hugged the pillows into himself. They were so fluffy and soft, perfectly shaping around Dream’s face and arms like he was sinking into a cloud.

“Of course.” XD chuckled. He had one of his hands brush Dream’s hair into a somewhat manageable shape while another pulled up the cloak again, laying it over Dream like a blanket again. “I will sleep for a bit too. We will both get some rest.”

Dream wanted to argue, XD could see it in the crease between his eyebrows, but instead he relaxed again, curling up with the blanket over him and sighing. He mumbled something into the pillow and was drifting to sleep.

If time could have froze in this moment, XD would have been happy. His brother was healed and safe. They were given a room, a warm bed, food and drink a plenty. Everything in this moment was perfect and XD almost wanted to fight off the sleep to enjoy it more, but the tugs of exhaustion pulled at him to lay his head down on the soft cloud pillows as well.

XD needed to repay HD back for this somehow. To him and his family. He’d given the End brothers a great kindness that could probably never be given back but XD would make sure, somehow, he did.

For now, XD slept. Both Dream and XD slept soundly for the first time in a long while. They slept all through the day, well into the night, and didn’t wake up until dawn the next day.

[ansel-rae562]

Together Forever

[part 2 of Sparks of love

-Childe x Reader-]

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You woke up to see the beautifully decorated room that you share with Childe back in Snezhnaya, you removed the blanket over your body and stood up...you were wearing a different outfit than the last one you remembered....you were in Sumeru right?...then what happened..you don't remember as if your brain was all fuzzy so you just went to get dressed up.

Going down the stairs you smelled a familiar scent coming from the kitchen, walking over to the kitchen there you saw Childe cooking a soup with seafood in them, it's a prize catch the one that he likes to cook and also your favorite

"Good morning Милая....I see you're awake now, how about you go sit in the dining room? your favorite dish is almost ready"

he chuckled at you and kissed your forehead which you returned the favor by kissing him on his cheek.

After your breakfast with Childe he insisted that you both go to the plaza as a date this noon, walking around Snezhnaya with the 11th fatui harbinger is something normal now ever since he was a fatui agent some even say that you were both childhood friends.. which was true.

Back then when you were 13 and he was 14, you both were playing hide and seek in the forest but when you were looking for him you couldn't find him so you rushed back to their house and informed his parents and it made them worry, even though he was a troublemaker his parents are worried for him so they searched the forest yet still no sign of him anywhere.

You spent two days feeling guilty till you went to the forest yourself to look for him, you spent all day till noon roaming the forest not even eating...that's how worried you are of him. Still walking through the harsh cold weather when suddenly you missed a step rolling down a hill then your back hit something very harshly till it was replaced by a freezing feeling throughout your body...it took you awhile to register...you were sinking...you couldn't move as if your energy doesn't exist anymore....

{7 years ago}

Ajax was training with Skirk when something in the skies of the abyss appeared... it was a person falling, Skirk immediately rushed to the person before they could hit the ground Just then Ajax came up to Skirk as well and saw the person on her arms

"...(Y/N)!..."

He screamed he tried to hold you but Skirk prevented him

"They're injured... Quick back to the base"

She said rushing back to where they are staying and immediately treating their wounds.

After you were all bandaged up Ajax stayed by your side holding your hand

"Their back is damaged, probably from an impact of the ice since they were also very wet and cold, I don't know how long they'll stay asleep but here in the abyss they'll surely heal faster than in the overworld"

Skirk said to Ajax who was just looking at you worriedly.....

Childe knocked on your bedroom door as you told him he can come in, when he saw you in an outfit he brought you... It was enough to keep you warm but also very stunning on you

"You look.... Very beautiful Любовь моя..."

he said approaching you admiring your figure

"T-thank you...Ajax.."

even after all the years of both of you being together, he still manages to make you flusttered. He led you outside with your hand on his as then you both walked together to the plaza, you both spent the noon roaming around the plaza sometimes buying you things that you take interest in overall just spoiling you till night.

He walked you to the very center of the plaza and you noticed a few fatui soldiers around which is a bit more than usual so you brushed it off thinking that it's because Ajax is with you, You then suddenly heard a music from behind you that made your head turn towards it...they were playing a quite romantic song

"(Y/N)!!"

someone screamed from behind you once again you recognize their voices, it was Ajax's little siblings as you then turned around you were met with your family and his family all holding together a big sign that says

'WILL YOU MARRY ME?'

Ajax then got down on his one knee and held out a beautiful ring to you

"(Y/N).....we have been together since wee were children and growing up with also made my feelings grow for you into something more...and now here I am kneeling on one knee for you...to ask for your hand in marriage and will you...make me the happiest man alive??..."

he said his words making you tear up as you nod and said yes.

Months have passed since you've been engaged with Ajax so far everything is great, he's been very caring and loving towards you and now today is the day....You're finally getting married to Ajax isn't it very exciting?... you asked yourself, though there is a feeling in you screaming to run...run away..escape before it's far more too late.......Ŗ̸̛̦̰̱̻͉̼̬͙̝̯͕̤͈̥͂́̇̂̍́̅̾̊̋̌̚͝Ư̷̡̢̡̪̜̦̥̖̩̻̮̝̦̤̤̐Ñ̷͈̹̦͓̱͍̻̰͛̏̈̀͛͒̈́͂̇͌̉̒̈́̏̿̕͘͝͠.̷̛͎͍̹͕̺̬͙̰̽́̋͗̽̂̑͐̀̂̒̃͐̇̄̚͠ͅ ̷̼̙̮̈́͋͝ ̶͖̺̳̏͒̌̀͋͋̀́͑͊̀̔̒́̍̊̚͘͠͝N̶̰͔̰̜̟͎͕͈̂̍̒̽̎̋̌̌̒͒̈́̒̂͒͂̄̕͠Ŏ̷̧̭͚͖̫̱̬̪͙̮̟͍͉̰͓͔́̿̏͊̊̾̄̊͜͝Ẁ̷̛̱͔̮̯̱͕͙͎̫͔͈͈̯̦̗͔͔̉̎̋̍̈́͂̏̿̀͆̇͑͆̈́͜͝.̸̨̢̨̯̤̫̪̟̪͎̪͓̺͓̾̀͠.̸̡̛̟̝̀.̵̡̞͕̺̰͍̊͒̆̊͘.̸̢̙̯̻͇̜̜͔͋̽̇́̑͒̽̀͂̾́̐͑̋̀͘͘̕̕.̴̢̢̧̛̹̻̼̘̮͔̪̪͕̣͕͕̞͙̺̞̓̀̇̈̄͑͑̾̇̄̔̕͘ͅ.̸̧̧͈͕̦̪̯̳͓̘̭̓͑̀͆Ę̵͚͈̮̱̥͕̗̝̩̙̩͙̟̻͛̈́̊̿̒͋͐̽̋̾̔͑̚͜͠S̷͈͓̐̃͗̓̉̐̒͝͝C̸̨̛̬̜̩͓̫̞̤̘͚͛̈́͋̎̿͌̀̓͝͝Ą̴̹͉̞͖̹͓͈̪̺̠̭͖̦͓̗̅̃̈́̽͗̆̃̄́͛͆̓P̶̧̝̼͙͖̼̪̥̖̻͇̮̓̈́̾ͅÉ̷̡̤͖̤̗̙͔̰̩̠͙̞̀̏́̍̀͜͠ͅ.̴̡̧̖̳̣̱̱̪̝̱̙̯̮̻̗͒̔̒̓͂̊̉͌̋̕.̴̧̗̱͎̺̖͓̠̫͈͖͋̌̽̐̇͊̉̓̎̋̚̕͘͝͠.̸̭͚͖̻̫̞̌̍͋̾͛͝

A knock suddenly sounded at the door

"(Y/N)?...It's almost time for you to walk down the aisle..."

your father said as you quickly put on the veil and went out of the room you're staying in, your father looked at you with teary eyes and kissed you forehead

"My child is all grown up now....come on let's get you to your husband...."

he said.

there at the altar you and Ajax stood hand on hand while looking at eachother's eyes

"Do you (Y/N) (L/N) take this man to be your husband for life?"

"Yes!..."

"And now Ajax, do you take this person to be your partner for life?"

"mhm..Yes!..."

"You may now then kiss"

Ajax wasted no time and kissed you immediately as then everyone celebrated your union with one another, He took your hands once again and looked at you with obsessive Loving eyes

"We are now Together Forever my love.... Even after death I'll follow be with you forever...."

[goat-guy-tm]

Welcome to ANOTHER "Goat tries to write something small about void's rewrite but it turns into something terrifyingly long for no reason" post.

This is basically a fic talking about Kul'Zak (Modzilla) and Irene (Aphma)'s relationship, I am still gonna do the mini fic series going into MORE detail, but this thing....yeah

The divine are messy to say the least in my rewrite, but one of the messiest is Kul'Zak, which I will give small pre-needed context; in my rewrite world Kul'Zak does not (technically) have a decendent or reincarnation because Kul'Zak is still alive, he is actually Professor Modzilla from MMW/VP.

He was just a dimension hopping guy trying to have some fun only to hop into the Overworld (what I call the MCD dimension as it has no set canon name) during what is going to be one of the most turbulent times in their history for the next eon.

One day, some hunters from Scaleswind rush back into town, stating they had found an injured man in the woods, screaming and withering on the ground. They said he looked burnt, and badly. As if his body had been chared.

Being one of the sisters best versed in healing magicks, Irene had demanded they show her this man. It happened to be none other than Monty, but, at the time Irene was none the wiser to the man's name.

She had slammed healing spell after healing spell into the man, but none of them seemed to work, only seeming to for a small time alleviate the man's suffering.

At first, Monty had been, albeit weakly, fighting back the hunters and Irene, but for only a moment. Until he realized what the woman was trying to do. He couldn't stay fully still, but he tried to let her help him, the pain was just so much though.

He knew his face was badly burned, he couldn't open his left eye at all, it could be burned shut.

They had carried him back to the town, Irene scolding the men everytime Monty would groan or whine in pain.

He was placed in a room in the temple Irene was a sister to, mainly so Irene could try and look over him and help him heal.

Covering the burns didn't seem to help either. When wrapping a guaze over them, the bandaging stayed for a moment, before they burned and sizzled away into a purple mist of kinds.

Even though many of the other sisters told her they would be willing to take care of him every so often, as they did commonly take turns tending to the injured that resided in the temple, Irene had denined it, becoming somewhat fixated on figuring out who this man was and what was happening to him.

Monty had been in and out of consiousness for a few days, feverish and skittish anytime Irene tried to communicate to him.

Quite quickly it became obvious that there was a language barrier. Irene tried to make some kind of system, a series of taps for different things and needs Monty would have.

For a while, the sisters of the temple only refered to him as "The Stranger", which Irene didn't like. Everytime she had tried to ask the man his name, he would only look at her confused, which she put to his state of sickness and confusion.

So, Irene came up with a name for him. At least for the others to refer to him as, until she could get his real name out of him.

Now, she would not admit it to anyone else but Monty some time later, but naming him Kul'Zak was not entirely original from her mind. At the time, a romance novel had been getting quite popular, and one of the love intrests, Irene's personal favorite, was named Kul'Zak.

So when asked what his name was, Irene had rushed out that it was Kul'Zak. She was embarassed about it, and of course a few of the sisters she was closer with teased her over it, saying how convient his name was the same as her favorite fictional man.

After a few months, Kul'Zak had finally become more, aware. He had started to slowly piece some words together, out right asking Irene for water, in Ru'aunian, one day. Of course not fully asking, more so just saying "water" in a questioning tone. Irene had been admitingly very excited the first time he did, full on cheering.

She had been spending most her time with Kul'Zak, tending to the burn or more so researching it. Whether it be feeling how hot it was, as it seemed to generate it's own heat nearly 24/7, ot seeing what healing spells would affect it, if at all.

Thankfully, the burn was only on his face, and well a bit of his hand. It was more scattered on his hand, but he still seemed to express a discomfort with it, seething and pulling his hand away if she held it too hard or for too long.

After some time, they had sat down together and Irene tried to teach him Ru'aunian. He was picking it up quickly, but it was still a treck, especially because there was no way for Irene to figure out what his own language was.

When he was able to hold a conversation with her, she was estatic. She would take him outside the temple, walk around Scales Wind, and they would just, talk.

With this, she would learn his name was actually Monty, and when she asked if he'd loke her to tell others, he told her that it was fine. Kul'Zak fit their culture better, and with his status as a other-realmer, he'd rather not cause a rukus of any kind.

Their talks were about anything. Kul'Zak's life as a dimension explorer, Irene's life as a sister of their temple. Anything and everything.

She had asked him when he would be going back to his own dimension, and Kul'Zak only seethed, and said he couldn't go back, at least not for a while. The burns he was suffering from meant he shouldn't, not until he was finally healed. That coming here had put him in danger, and he was lucky he was still alive.

Void burns, is what he called them. One day, he had sat Irene down and went through the books he had held in his bag, that now Irene could finally understand with him translating to her.

Apparently, void burns were something anyone could suffer from, if they dimension hopped in an unsafe manner. And dimension exploring was still considered unsafe, but, he had wanted to do something big. To be one of the special members of his community to find a new dimension.

Irene had gotten him books upon books, journals, theological texts, mythology and folk lore, and even blank journals for him to write in. She loved watching him read, taking notes and writing what he called official dimensional writings.

Not many Irene believers knew of her life before her stint as a hero, hell 90% of books barley ever mentioned her life as a sisster of a now forfotten temple for a god no long known in Ru'aun. Because of this, people also never saw the relationship between Irene and Kul'Zak.

After some years, the two became much closer, Irene only really leaving Scales Wind after a time to accompany Kul'Zak on his adventure of exploring the realm.

The two had been deeply in love, yet according to the texts written of them years later, they were barley even more than just fellow Divine.

When she had decided to finally lay to rest, she entrusted half her relic to Kul'Zak, asking him to shatter it and spread it across the realms, to take her with him on those realm discovery adventures he had told her all about.

Modzilla was never truly a religous man. Ironic for a man that was basically a god. His adoration for Aphmau made him sick. She wasn't Irene, he felt like it would be overstepping to put himself in her life. Even though it's what Irene had asked of him.

He knew Irene, in her later years, had regretted acending to what they had become. He wanted Aphmau to be as normal as she could be.

When she put herself into his life though, even when he thought he had ran far enough away, he didn't know what to do. Especially when Tommy started to adore her, to see her as a mother.

Modzilla was, embarassed and ashamed of how much he had cried that night. He was admitingly cold to her at first. Only 'tolerating' her for Tommy's sake.

She became his lab partner, exploring dimensions for him when he was too sick or weak feeling to. Or tired. She paid attention to his health, so meticulously. It made him want to hurl. He kept telling himself she's not Irene, don't associate her with her.

After all nighters he would wake up with blankets over his shoulders, cups of hot coffee set out for him, even breakfast or lunch on a good day.

One morning, he woke up to a very special breakfast. A dish he had learned of his first few years in Ru'aun, that Irene had adored. Aphmau had told him she found it in one of those cook books, and that it was so well cared for so she assumed he liked it.

He wanted to cry over it, but he had just sighed and asked Aphmau to leave, that they weren't doing any tests today. A few hours later that day, Tommy had come to Aphmau's house and said his father had locked himself in his study and wouldn't be coming out, so he wanted to sleep at her's for the night.

On his bad days, Modzilla would lock himself in his study for, days, maybe even weeks depending how much of a spiral he would go down, where he would read and reread all the journals he had wrote decades ago.

During one of these spirals, he had left his study to go for a walk of sorts, and during that, Aphmau had snuck into his study and went through said journals strewn across the room.

She had been slack jawed at the whole journals full of passages of love, the descriptions of a woman named Irene. The name seemed to strike something in her in a way she couldn't explain.

Some of the pages had drawings of this woman instead of writing. She was, beautiful. Aphmau toom a moment, looking at this woman, till she realized she looked like her. Albeit a little different. Her hair was longer, she wore a hair covering that was longer than the more tied up one Aphmau wore, her clothing in most of the drawings was flowey and white.

Aphmau recalled pictures Modzilla had shared of Polly, she had a similar head covering and flowy clothing, but Polly was white and had blond hair. Irene, as she could see, had tanned skin and black hair. Plus, there were no photos of her, just drawings, some messily colored with dyes and patterned with stamped in flowers.

The journals were so well cared for. More so than the other books and texts Modzilla had in his library section. Aphmau started to feel, bad for looking at this without his permission.

When she intended to leave, she turned and was startled by Modzilla standing in the doorway, eyes locked on the journal she had in her hands. She didn't plan on taking it with her, she just hadn't put it down yet.

Modzilla looked, tired and sick, plus uncomfortable with the new information that Aphmau had been reading his journals.

The conversation was, like walking on eggshells. She asked about Irene, who the woman was, that if Modzilla was so infactuated by her, why was he married to Polly, a woman who seemed so close to this Irene figure.

Modzilla had shakily explained that him and Polly weren't married for love. They were very good friends, but it was common for his kind to not marry for love most the time. He told her about Irene. How happy they were together before their time as divine, explaining to her how Irene had asked to be reincarnated outside the realm she was born of, how Aphmau was one of those.

Then, he broke down. He sobbed and apologized to her, that he wanted her to go her whole life without knowing about it. That he thought that's what Irene would have wanted; to live a life of normalcy, save for the dimension exploring.

She knew now why Monty had become so choked up and emotional when she would try and take care of him when he was sick or tired. That she was unknowingly reminding him of the first times he ever met the woman he would come to love for the rest of his immortal life.

Aphmau wasn't all that young herself, she was already over 100 years old, but, most the time she chose not to disclose that to others. She herself had been overly puzzled by her lack of memories of a childhood, now knowing she never had one in the first place, but then even more confused by her not aging, and living so long already. She knew now why. Monty was obviously still older than her, and she would not be stopping the teasing of him for it.

She came to enjoy the dimension exploring just a little bit more. Sometimes she would find herself talking to no one, as if she was talking to 'Irene', even though she technically was Irene. Unbeknownst to her, she was one of the few Aphmau's to accept the idea so easily and fully. Knowing that she was living a life a her from before craved made her more happy for what Irene had done to give it to her.

Her and Monty's relationship had changed after what she learned. They seemed to flow better now, Monty having put down the wall he had built so long ago, at least a little bit.

When they had finally found Monty's home realm again, Aphmau had cheered for him, so excited he could finally go home. He was happy too, but bitter sweet about it. They hugged, and Aphmau gave him a kiss, which had stunned Monty in his place, face burning red and stuttering.

Aphmau promised to keep Tommy safe, and told Monty that he had to find a way to visit sometime.

Monty left Tommy in the care of Aphmau. He knew she would take care of him better than he ever could.

If fate wasn't so cruel, they could have a redo, but Monty knew that that was a pipe dream.

The void still called, it hungered, and Monty, Kul'Zak, Modzilla, whoever he was, he was going to do everything in his power to keep that thing at bay, to keep the realms safe, and if it meant being burned by it time and time again, he knew he had at least someone he would go to that would be his boulder to rest with. Just like she had all those eons ago.

[russetfoxfur]

alright these are subject to change but ive been getting into headcanons abt the minecraft default skins. not just alex and steve tho im talking bout our underrepresented underappreciated newer defs. under the cut are my headcanoned backstories abt them based off mostly vibes (T-T minecraft plsss you couldve given THEM a story instead of these new fuckin characters in the minecraft movie. pls im begging you)

Efe—a piglin hybrid. They/them. Fighter/builder. They were raised in the Nether as a Brute and journeyed to the Overworld, where they were picked up by Steve and Alex after besting Steve in combat. Infatuated with the water because there’s no water in the Nether—has learned to swim and loves to relax by a lake or ocean. The best fighter of the defs, rivaling Alex in terms of combat, and enjoys learning new combat techniques—loved experimenting with the mace. Builds interiors, something the rest of the defs tend to neglect. In a relationship with Makena and Ari.

Makena—a bee hybrid. Xe/her. Farmer/builder. Xe was part of a Hive before she left to see more of the outside world. She loves gardening and farming and has a green thumb; loves to be helpful and tries her best to better nature in any way she can. Xe’s also very good with agriculture and farming. Loves mobs and the creatures of the world and tends to have five dogs and cats each at minimum. Loves landscaping and creating natural-looking builds; usually calls in Noor or Efe to help her with details. In a relationship with Efe and Ari.

Ari—a fox hybrid. She/her. Redstoner/magic-user. She grew up in a small taiga village and first discovered magic through the local brewery. She was apprenticed to a cleric, but, on an expedition to gather mushrooms for a spell, found Noor and took him in. She resigned from apprenticeship and began to travel the world with him before finding the defs and settling down. She’s very outspoken about her beliefs and hates authority figures with a passion. Very good with enchantments, brewing, and other magical activities. Can hold her own in redstoning due to her cleric apprenticeship. In a relationship with Efe and Makena.

Sunny—a cow hybrid. He/him. Crafter/blacksmith. He grew up as a leatherworker apprentice in a small, cozy village—but, after a zombie chewed off his arm, he abandoned that career to become a blacksmith. He made his own arm and got into redstone to keep his arm maintained—but left his village at the urging of Kai to explore the world. He settled down with her after finding the other defs, and enjoys a plainer life. He’s best at formulating plans and, while he's not utterly useless at it, prefers to let others do the fighting. Mostly makes simple, practical contraptions to ease his quality of life. Also loves fishing. Aroace.

Noor—a frog hybrid. Ze/zem. Culinarist and builder. Ze grew up in the sunny mangrove forests and led a relaxed, easy life, but one day ze returned to find illagers chopping down zir forest. Ze fled and ended up in Ari's village, where ze was taken in and apprenticed as a farmer. Ze and Ari left the village to get revenge on the villagers, and, though ze's settled down with the other defs, ze's never forgotten zir vengeance. Likes the methodical tasks of farming and cooking, and enjoys decorating larger builds. Gay, currently open.

Kai—a breeze hybrid. She/he. Dabbler—leans redstoner/prankster. She’s always lived a relatively mundane life, even though she accidentally spawned in a village instead of the Trial Chamber beneath it and became a villager-breeze, but, after a zombie attack put her village in peril, fled with Sunny and never looked back. He likes accomplishing the most insane achievements he can think of, and loves dragging Sunny into his shenanigans. Bi, currently open.

Zuri—a bat hybrid. He/him. Redstoner/noteblock artist. He grew up in the lush caves, living off glowberries and azalea buds, but, when Alex and Steve explored his cave, he followed them to the surface and moved in with them. He is also pretty bad at fighting, preferring to use redstone to make his life easier. He loves music and redstone, and has the largest store of music discs ever. He loves making his own music and creating cool redstone contraptions. Autistic. Gay-ace, has a crush on Noor.

Alex—a human. She/her. Fighter/builder. The second human ever, created to destroy Herobrine. She chased him away from the burgeoning Minecraft servers and settled down on one. She is undefeated in combat and is otherwise very intelligent. She is also rather friendly and casual, and wants to uphold the peace of the Overworld. Good at creating practical, lived-in builds, grounded in what she knows. Aroace.

Steve—a human. They/them. Miner/builder. The third human ever, Steve was spawned as a test to make sure that Herobrine was indeed a fluke instead of a norm—made up of much of Herobrine’s code, with a few changes to personality and power. Wants a life of peace and simplicity. Easily spooked, especially scared of screaming goats, but resourceful and good at combat. Mute. They tend to build more fantastically than their counterpart, with huge megabuilds and whimsical creations. Aroace.

[vgtrackbracket]

Video Game Track Bracket Round 2

Theme of Rashid from Street Fighter V

vs.

Overworld Day from Terraria

Propaganda under the cut. If you want your propaganda reblogged and added to future polls, please tag it as propaganda or otherwise indicate this!

Theme of Rashid:

An incredibly hype theme for any fight. If you have doubts, just wait until someone pulls off his super right as they drop the "RA-SHI-DOOOOOOOOOOOO!". Legendary.

[brandstifter-sys]

All for a Kiss

@dukexietyweek - Day 1 - Mythology

Word Count: 2323 (Ao3)

Rating: T

Characters: Virgil, Remus, Roman

Pairing: Dukexiety

Warnings: Spider parts, fainting, amnesia

Virgil is sick and tired of his curse, mainly because it's keeping him away from the man he loves. So naturally he has to visit the god of Romance and Art if he wants to be free. Or does he?

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Virgil truly loathed the old gods. He despised their petty quarrels that trampled the earth and anyone who got in the way. But here he was, in an ancient temple, communing with a high and mighty pain in the ass. 

“Of course I can lift that curse,” the god of Romance and Art cooed, his voice booming from everywhere, but for only Virgil's ears. It was sickeningly sweet, almost mocking. 

“But you want something in return,” Virgil scowled and glared at the floor by the altar. He couldn't threaten a god, but he could make sure that god knew he was not in the mood for bullshit. 

“Ah, I see you came prepared, Moody Gloom! That makes this so much easier!” 

“What do you want from me? You have better things to do,” Virgil huffed. That nickname had him on edge. 

“Oh, it's nothing too outlandish—I want you to enter my brother's realm and retrieve a book.” 

“Your brother, as in Chaos and Rot?” Virgil asked with a stone face. His mind was screaming at him to refuse. He couldn't go to the underworld and make it out alive! He could barely live in the overworld! 

“Yes. Unfortunately. It's a small book with a purple cover, so it won't be hard to find.” 

“And I have your word that I won't suffer another curse if I fail and survive?” Virgil pressed. He hated the fickle nature of the gods, and he would not agree to anything blindly. 

“Shall I swear it on the Mother?” 

“Swear it on the ocean and oak,” Virgil countered and dared to look up. The god was seated on the altar with his legs crossed, showing off his golden boots that reached his red-clad thighs. He was smug, but thoroughly amused. 

“I admire your boldness. Most mortals would be driven to madness at the sight of me, and most wouldn't be this desperate to be appealing to their lover. I will swear on the ocean and oak that I shall not punish you for your failure,” the god said and adjusted the flowing sleeves of his white tunic, gilded vines on the hem flashing in the dim light. 

“I’ll get your book,” Virgil said flatly. The things he would go through just to be able to kiss someone! 

The god got up from the altar and knelt in front of Virgil. He tilted the man’s chin up and studied his face. 

“You know, if you tell me their name, I could make it seem like you don't have those spidery parts to them,” the god hummed in thought, “No book necessary.” 

“Then it would be something else,” Virgil huffed and closed the sets of eyes below his human eyes. This god was too close for comfort. 

“Their name would be enough, but if you've already decided, bring the book to this temple in three days,” he said and released Virgil’s face, “And I will lift your apparent curse.” 

“Three days. Got it,” Virgil said and fought the urge to sigh. 

“I look forward to seeing you again, Virgil.” 

And then the god vanished, leaving Virgil in the dimly lit room alone. 

Virgil got up and stretched his four spider legs out before wrapping them around his torso. He pulled his cloak over his body and left before the priestesses found he had snuck in. 

He covered his mouth and nose with his scarf and hurried out of the temple, deep in thought. He was cursed, wretched since birth, or for as long as he could remember, which wasn't terribly long. And yet a god was willing to help him. He only wanted to lift his curse so he could show his face to one person, so he could kiss them without killing them. But would that person want him? Was he just a pity case? Was it worth it? 

He managed to find his way into the forest. He could go home, rest, gather supplies, or he could start on his journey. The cave to the underworld was a fair distance away and he only had three days. Was it worth facing the twisted creatures in the underworld for the slimmest chance at love? 

It was. Remus was worth every hell he could endure. Virgil knew that the second the strange traveler settled in his cabin in the woods, away from the village. Remus would talk to him without fear. He would share gossip and food, though he never saw Virgil eat. He was odd but kind and cheerful, and he always made Virgil feel like he could belong somewhere. 

“There you are!” a familiar voice called to him as he navigated the trees. Virgil paused and tried not to cringe. He was hoping Remus would have stayed home. 

“Where did you go, Virgil?” Remus asked as he caught up to him, “Especially in the middle of the night! Were you looking for hookers or someone to murder and eat?” 

“I told you I'm cursed, not a cannibal,” Virgil sighed and kept his extra eyes closed before facing Remus.

“So you were looking to get laid! You know you could always ask me!” the imp giggled. Virgil scowled at him. He couldn't just ask Remus for that without killing him.

“I needed to go to the Temple of Romance and Art,” he bristled. 

“Ew, why would you need to go there?” Remus pouted and crossed his arms. Virgil hated that he was cute when he was pouty. 

“I have my reasons. And I have to get something for the god, so I won't be home for a couple days.” 

“You actually talked to that bitch?!” Remus snapped and rushed forward, grabbing Virgil's arms, “Why would you waste your time with him?!” 

Virgil was taken aback. He had never seen Remus so furious. 

“He agreed to lift my curse,” Virgil gawked. 

“You don't need to lift it!” Remus snapped. 

“You don't even know what it is—you don't get to say that!” Virgil huffed and pushed him back, “I need to lift it if I want a shot at being happy!” 

“Aren't you happy with me?” Remus pouted. 

“I'm happy that you stuck around for so long. I'm happy you give a fuck about me. But I need to do this.” 

“What do you have to do for that bastard?” Remus asked. 

“I need to get something from the underworld. I'll be back in three days if I don't die.” 

“Is it really worth that risk?” Remus pressed, “What could be worth that much to you? I know you, you don't risk death for nothing!” 

“It's worth it. You can't stop me. Go home and rest,” Virgil said and tore away from Remus. He set off, not looking back. Remus would be okay as long as he returned. 

Remus pouted and watched him go. He didn't want Virgil to get hurt, but he wouldn't hinder him. He would have to get creative to keep Virgil safe. And he had the perfect idea.

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Virgil arrived at the cave to the underworld when the sun was high in the sky. From the stories he knew, the world at the bottom of the cave was full of beasts and creatures that would destroy any human that they encountered. The only way he could survive was letting his cursed parts out. 

He stepped into the cave and opened all of his eyes. The further he went, the more relieved he was that his extra eyes were better suited for the dark. 

As he traveled down into the depths, he shed his scarf and cloak, finding it too warm to wear all those layers. He let his spidery limbs stretch out and hoped he would blend in. 

He was doing all this for Remus. He could get that book and bring it back. He would do it. He had to. 

He was surprised when the lighting shifted to green and he came upon a tree-spotted field with odd fungi and a large castle directly in his path. The different creatures bustling around were a mix of amorphous blobs, chimeras of animal parts, elementals, and people who had strange inhuman parts.

Virgil’s chelicerae and pedipalps wiggled as he approached the castle. That had to be where the god of Chaos and Rot lived. He made his way to the open front doors, hesitant of the guards monitoring the people rushing in and out. Could he really sneak past two orcs clad from head to toe in armor? He could try

“You there!” one of the guards shouted and blocked him from entering with their spear, “You aren't on the staff. What do you think you're doing?” 

“I—It’s my first day. I'm supposed to report in to—” 

“I know who he is!” the other guard boomed, their voice echoing in their helmet, “Send him to the throne room!” 

“Wait—what?!” Virgil yelped. His words fell on deaf ears as he was transported to the throne room in a cloud of darkness. 

“Well this is a surprise!” an echoing voice boomed. Virgil glanced around the room and saw a door behind him and a dark throne with tentacles decorating it in front of him. The god sitting on the throne was leaning towards him, covered in armor and interested in his guest. The eerie torch light made every shadow more pronounced, setting Virgil on edge. 

“I—” 

“I had my suspicions about you, but damn I can't believe I was right!” the god laughed in a distorted tone and got up. Virgil fell to his knees and bowed before he got in trouble. He was in no position to disrespect the master of the domain. 

“So tell me, what did Roman tell you to grab? 

“Roman?” 

“Don't play dumb with me, the god of Romance and Art. What did he want you to steal?” the god scoffed and unsheathed his sword. 

“He wanted a book. A purple book,” Virgil flinched and kept his head lowered. 

“He wants my diary. How pathetic. And what are you getting out of this? You don't look like an idiot who robs gods for nothing.” 

“He would lift my curse.” 

“You don't have a curse.” 

“Yes I do! Do you think spider parts are normal for humans? Do you think having venom is normal for humans?” Virgil huffed. 

“No, but that doesn't mean it's a curse. Why would a cutie like you want to get rid of them?” 

“I—I just wanted to have a chance with someone. I just want to be able to kiss him without poisoning him.” 

“You would risk your life just to kiss one loser?” the god scoffed and removed his helmet. 

“He's not a loser! Remus is—” Virgil snarled and lifted his head. His jaw dropped when he saw the god’s face. 

“Go on,” Remus jeered and wiggled his mustache. 

“You're the god of Chaos and Rot?” 

“That's right! And you really went to Roman just so you could kiss me!” Remus grinned and pulled Virgil to his feet. 

“Why were you in the overworld?” Virgil gawked. 

“I was looking for someone. And I found him!” Remus grinned, “But he still doesn't remember anything!” 

“And yet you kept spending time with me,” Virgil pouted. 

“Of course!” Remus laughed and pulled him into a hug, “You're fun, smart, sexy, and I want to smooch you! Oh and I want to see you naked and I want to cuddle with you and then I want you to—” 

Virgil grabbed his face and kissed him, making sure his chelicerae were out of the way. He had to make Remus shut up. He had to know what Chaos tasted like. And he could do it without fearing the worst.

But a wave of dizziness hit him and he had to pull back. He collapsed against Remus as his vision faded. 

“It'll be okay Virgil, you'll wake up and you'll remember,” he heard Remus say before he completely passed out. 

.

Virgil woke up in a comfy bed with a raging headache. He sat up and glanced around the room. He recognized it—it was his bedroom. And he saw his husband in the doorway, smiling at him. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Like I just got hit in the head by a boulder. How long have I been out?” 

“Well that volcano erupted like a thousand years ago, but if you mean how long you were asleep after you decided to smooch me, it's been a week.” 

“Fuck. And I made that stupid deal with Roman,” Virgil groaned and rubbed his temples. 

“You don't have to worry about it. I gave him an earful for trying to take advantage of you.” 

“I'll get my revenge later. I fucking hate the gods—except you, Remus.” 

“You remember now. Don't tell me you hate yourself too!” Remus whined and sat down next to him. 

“A little. I forgot that I'm the god of Terror and Protection, and I'm married to you. I let Roman take advantage of me because I wanted you, when I didn't have to fight for you. I think I'm allowed to hate myself a little,” Virgil sighed and leaned against him. 

“You saved countless people by fighting a volcano. You fell for me even though you forgot about me. And now you have to spend the next thousand years snuggling me!” 

Virgil kissed his cheek, grazing him with his chelicerae, and sighed. 

“I'll do more than that. But for now, get down here and cuddle. I missed you.” 

“Can we kiss?” Remus giggled and curled up beside him.

“As long as it doesn't knock me out for a week and give me eons of lost memories again, sure,” Virgil teased and kissed his nose. 

Remus hugged him and kissed him on the lips, happy to let those chelicerae dig into his mustache and to let those pedipalps hold his face. He had Virgil and he had an eternity to spend with him—it was anything but a curse.

[butchsky]

>:).. elaborations below.. /paws

starborne jason firstly (also feel free to steal it i love spreading my silly autism propoganda):

he is, by FAR, the oldest of the tc group. chronologically, anyways. yellow supergiants range from a few thousand to *millions* of years old, and jason is on the lower end of that spectrum (so, think, like, 200,000). starborne age *much* slower than humans / earth hybrids do, though, so he looks and acts much closer to, like.. seventeen or eighteen. (he's also the shortest of the group.)

being a star, and a yellow supergiant specifically, he runs *hot.* like, badly so. like, people can't touch him for more than a few seconds without it hurting. they joke that you could probably fry an egg on him.

he also has, like, ZERO immune system, being from space and all. he gets sick really often, and while it doesn't always stick due to his body heat, sometimes it leads to some STRONG ass bacteria. fucker's like a petri dish. also, he uses a nasal cannula and an air filtration thing! tying into his health issues, he canNOT breath straight overworld air. (interestingly, though, he seems to have much less trouble breathing in the end.) it looks pretty normal, and he keeps the tank / filter in a portable bag.

seto:

this is also a lot of cultural infodump because ive spent years working on end hybrid lore. seto was a studying / practicing mage, working under royal alchemists. he wasn't a full-fledged mage *quite* yet, but he was well on his way.

he also has a natural penchant for being curious, and it gets him into a lot of trouble sometimes. this is how he ended up living in the overworld; he was sent off to gather materials for a spell, and got distracted and wandered off. he ended up getting caught in a rainstorm and losing the end portal, so he kind of just got stranded. he didn't speak ANY english at first, it took him a while to actually learn.

enderian and english are very, VERY different languages, and the overworld / english has a lot of things that seto had never even seen, much less enderian having words for them. there's a page in an old journal of his where he wrote down learning about the concept of the sun and the word for it, for example. his journals slowly transitioned from being in enderian to being in english, now he mostly just writes in enderian if its something personal or private.

he still busies himself as a mage now, but still not official and largely just doing whatever the hell he wants. very interested in culture, hybrids, etc, and has absolutely zero tact asking questions about it. (he had a field day with mitch.)

also, seto originally faced a *lot* of issues being in the overworld, due to many humans / overworlders (or "brightlanders") being suspicious or distrustful of enderians. he still kind of does sometimes, although being close with tc (and sky especially) has made people, uh. much less likely to voice those kinds of things. his name also isn't technically SETO. his name is ⏁☍⊬, pronounced like "(t)ss-ah-yo" (the s is a hissing sound), but people kept switching the sounds around and caling him seto so he just kinda went with it. (he doesn't mind it now, he's come to like it.)

also, enderian has three different words for animals of varying classifications; one for beasts, which are wild animals, and then ones for domesticated animals (i.e livestock) and pets. when seto first met jerome, he accidentally called jerome all three of these on varying occasions because enderian didn't have words / concepts for the kind of hybrid jerome is, so he just kind of saw him and went "oh! animal". jerome will not let him live it down now.

lavender axolotl mudkip is brought to you by the fact that blue axolotls don't actually exist irl, and one of the closest you can get is lavender. >:3

also wrt tags, bjd mitch is one of my favourite things ever. EVER. at first glance, he looks human! he does! until you look closer and you realize his skin looks like plastic and his eyes move oddly, and he doesn't make facial expressions, and his mouth doesn't *move* when he speaks-- yeah, he scared the FUCK out of the tc crew when they met. he knows he's a doll, but he doesn't know *why.* he doesn't have memories of "his" childhod, but his creator (dad) explained it away as amnesia from head trauma. (in actuality, the head trauma is what killed his real son, and it was just something he said to continue the fantasy.)

mitch, by creation, is meant to be around 21 years old. if we're going off the time he was *created,* so chronologically, then he would be five. (this makes him the "youngest" member, in the same way that starborne shit makes jason the oldest.) he lived in a cabin out in the woods with his 'dad', going on with life "as usual" after what he believed to be amnesia. there were no mirrors in the house, so mitch couldn't see himself, and see the things that made him, clearly, not human (and not the "real" one).

things got on great for that time, it only got "bad" after his 'dad' passed away. mitch himself was fine, physically; he didn't need to eat, or sleep, or anything of the sort. mentally, not so much, and the house itself fell into *horrible* disrepair. he knew *how* to fix things, but he just physically can't move his hands to have actually *fixed* them without his dad. at this time, he also fully believed that his dad was just.. out. jerome comes across the cabin about a year afterwards. he thinks its abandoned, so he goes to check it out and potentially loot it, but he runs into mitch while he's searching one of the bedrooms. (of course jerome gets the shit scared out of him, but they get past it.)

they end up becoming friends, and jerome visits him almost every day. he tries to broach the idea of mitch leaving, but he's insistent that he's "waiting for dad". it's not until jerome finds his dad's journal in a drawer that he figures out what's going on, and that mitch's 'dad' absolutely is *not* coming back.

(jerome convinces him eventually, saying that his dad wouldn't want him to be all alone with the house like this and no help, so "come with me, and we'll leave a note and i'll bring you back once he's home!")

of course, mitch knows by now that his dad's dead. he knows he's a doll, but he still doesn't know what happened to the "real" mitch. jerome refuses to *ever* tell him; he doesn't see a reason to do something like that to him. if mitch finds out on his own, sure, but jerome refuses to say it himself or let anyone else say it.

this got long as fuck so i can send solace lore in another ask if u want :heart:

i wanted to wait to reply to this when i wasnt so exhausted (ive been soo busy and low energy recently) but WOW. i am invested in all of this!! the planning and writing and world building- oh i am in love with it.

i have no other notes, honestly. (in my honest opinion, mitch and seto really are my favorites out of everything you've told me so far. wow! little doll mitch, im imagining it and am just.. obsessed. so so obsessed)

the world building for the end- ohh i love that. curious little seto. oughhh. ougghhh. puts my head in my hands. hunches over. grunts and groans.

but please feel free to share more, whenever you are willing! my ask box is always, always open. you do not need to ask to share anything with me, hehe

[draconicfool]

Slices of Life Before the Furnace: The Legacy You Leave Behind

I originally wanted to write this out sort of like a quest plot but I've decided instead to just run you through it with some dialogue prompts and things here and there to really kinda set the tone cuz I've not been able to stop thinking about this. I'll be writing his plot relevance later and try to tie in each bit to specific quests and lore, but for right now we're starting with his companion mission!

So for a small refresher course, Eros' methods of healing outside of terrahymn is related to botany and the application of various plants and herbs. Jarilo-VI is, of course, very lacking in that department due to the cold. I have mentioned here, that after Jarilo-VI opens, Eros starts keeping plants from other worlds as well.

After the plot has settled and things are beginning to progress, Eros' quest involves a few things that pave the way for more things [insightful words from rat, I know]. Easily put, Eros asks for help from the Trailblazer to procure some of these harder to find herbs native to Jarilo-VI that can only be found above ground. He knows of them because of Alexi's journals, which I mentioned extensively in my post on his 'Jolted Awake from a Winter's Dream' plot relevance. The quest would involve a bit of going between the Underworld to the Museum and to the Snow Plains and various other places to find these different plants. The formula being you would read about the plant, go find the painting in the Overworld that would give you the location, rinse and repeat.

This would change with the final plant, however, one that grows above ground but was said to be able to thrive just as well underground. For this one Eros will accompany you for more than just finding the plant because that painting is in the clinic and would have been able to be seen and interacted with prior to even just the quest.

Throughout the entire quest as well, you would be reading journal entries written by Alexi on these different herbs that he used to tend to before he came to live in the Underworld with Lorelai and how he knew where to find them and how he painted them before, which is, y'know, how you get the hints through the paintings. However, the final journal entry would be different because this is the final one on these plants before it gets into more ecological studies and what not [which get used during Jolted Awake from a Winter's dream]. In this final journal entry he stops talking about the plants as much and begins talking instead about Amatus. That there are things like this he wishes one day he could show him and that he wants the world to be a beautiful and accepting place for him. The journal, instead of detailing the plant the way the other's have, details Amatus. How he's growing and how he's been adapting to the cold and how rambunctious and chaotic he can be. How cute he is and how much Alexi simply adores him.

This of course prompts choices in dialogue that more or less round back to the same thing. Who is Amatus Bahre? The way that Eros would answer would ultimately come down to which choice was picked, but it would be the first real dig into those walls that Eros keeps up around himself. There would be a long pause. And a need to re-prompt dialogue before finally he responds. "Amatus Bahre was th' doctor's only child. Y'c'n tell by readin', 'm sure-...but he was everythin' t' him." And it's important to note that up to this point, Eros has not referred to Alexi by name when giving you the journals. He has not told you these journals were written by his father despite any other time how willing and excited he is to tell you about his Daddy. It's something that has to be connected. Bahre is the name on the clinic, after all. Eros has said it enough times before now for it to be known. So when he says this, when he says he was the doctor's only child, it prompts another question. You can ask Eros if he is Amatus Bahre. Or you can ask him if the doctor who wrote the journals is Alexi. And Eros will not answer either question. He will change the subject and tell you that he knows where to go to find the final herb you're looking for.

The quest will continue as it was, with you finding the plant but this time there's something else, there is also a little stone figure carved to look like a dragon. It's the first thing remotely Xianzhou seen in relation to Eros and the bottom is signed 'A.B'. Eros mentions it must have been the doctor's, but he seems almost lost by it. He's never seen it before, after all. But he'll take it and the plant and ask you to meet him back at the clinic.

When you return to the Clinic Eros will be standing over one of the tables looking at the plant, the carving, and another journal. Upon approaching him, the dialogue prompted is only '...' as Eros is clearly not ready to talk. Upon reading through the journal, there are several things that become apparent quickly. This Amatus Bahre is not from Jarilo-VI, nor is he a human. The journal is basically Alexi detailing the sort of things that he had to go through raising this unknown creature where nobody knew what it was or where it came from. But the second he laid eyes on the boy, he knew that he would love him for his entire life as his own flesh and blood. That no matter what this boy, Amatus, would be his entire world. And that he would even put his attempts at research in the Underworld to the side so that he could focus wholly on raising his son. That no matter what anyone said or asked, Amatus was his boy. His everything. That he would give anything and everything if it meant making sure that he got to live a long and fruitful life doing what he loved. Being somebody he could be proud to be.

After reading this journal, Eros will be able to prompt a conversation. And he'll begin to actually let that mask peel back as he starts to speak: "When I was real li'l, m'Daddy would tell me all these stories, y'know? About how beautiful th' Overworld was. How people used t' help each other, whether they were from the Underworld or th' Overworld. That we weren't always separated like we were. He'd say t' me...that one day he wanted me t' get t' experience that."

And it's here that it's noted that Eros is crying, shown by the dialogue prompt: (I think he's started crying...) (If I point it out he might not talk about these things again)

Eros will remain quiet a moment. And then there's an exchange. "Y'must think 'm very silly, cryin' over some plants and a book th' doctor left behind." > I don't think that at all. That journal was pretty heavy stuff. "Yeah, guess I shouldn't have gone snoopin'. Y'look like y'have a question f'er me, sugar. 'm not gonna bite y'er head of f'er it." > The doctor. He was Alexi Bahre, right? "...I was hopin' that wasn't the question." He laughs through this, though, a nervous laugh, but a laugh. "I guess I c'n't really hold anythin' from ya f'er too long. Th' doctor was indeed Alexi Bahre, one of th' most brilliant minds in Belobog." > But he wasn't just that. "...no, no he wasn't. He was...he was also m'father. Raised me from th'second I came int' th' world. Until he couldn't anymore." > So you're Amatus Bahre? "I- s'ppose I was. I didn't...I don't think he deserves t' have his legacy soiled by someone like me, though..." > Someone like you? "Someone who ain't from here at all...y'know?" > From the looks of it that didn't matter > It seems like he loved you a lot.

And then there is silence for a moment. And then the scene transitions so that Eros is no longer in the clinic. Neither is the plant and neither is the journal. Only that carved dragon remains. After this, the quest prompt is 'follow Eros out to the garden.' Heading into the backyard of the clinic, a cutscene will trigger.

Eros approaches the fake tree in the backyard, setting the newly potted plant down beside the pile of clearly disturbed rocks. It should be noted that the rocks are not disturbed in the way a dig site would be. But as if the earth itself moved and then moved again. He stays crouched by this spot beneath the tree and he holds onto the journal before he sets that, too, on the spot where the earth has been moved. For a moment, there's only the soundtrack of the scene, low and languid violin music.

This entire quest, Eros has been talking about preserving the legacy of the doctor. That somebody as bright and brilliant deserves to be remembered. It is something he reiterates time and time again as you go looking for these plants. There are people in the museum who even make mention of the artist behind the paintings and how its 'a shame they're all that's left of him.'

Eros has been obsessing over this the entirety of your time together within the mission. That is, after all, why he asked for your help.

And yet, as he crouches beneath the fake tree in the backyard of the clinic in Boulder Town, he's quiet. He isn't fretting over everything that needs to be found or research or what there is that needs to be done. He just sits there, staring at the earth and then looking up at the fake tree and then the ceiling of the Underworld. And you notice that he's crying. And that his horns and his tail have come on display. And he whispers: "I know now, Daddy...I was th'legacy y'were leavin' all along."

[stelliferousduo]

[VEE'S ONE YEAR GENSHIN ACCOUNT TOUR]

Exactly one year ago, on July 8th of 2023, I installed Genshin and Lumine began her adventure in Teyvat. I quickly got addicted to the game and I still play daily to this day, so I feel like this is a good point to kind of look back on everything I've achieved in one year of playing: from exploration, characters, builds to my favorite teams to use!

STATS & EXPLORATION

My absolute favorite part of the game...exploration! I love running around in the overworld with my characters, finding chests and doing quests. The story, its characters and the world of Teyvat are definitely what keeps me playing!

I have currently finished the main Archon Quest, but I do have some side quests left and I'm also working on 100%-ing every area so far! (And tracking down all oculi because I kind of got lazy with those after Liyue...)

OWNED CHARACTERS

My luck has been a mixed bag in terms of pulling for characters. On one hand, I got very lucky early on - getting Jean from the Beginner's Wish banner and Keqing at around 30-40 pity on standard banner. When it comes to the limited character banners, however...

During my first year of playing, I wished on a total of 9 banners and these were the results.

Kokomi -> Lost 50/50 to Diluc, then got guaranteed

Zhongli -> Lost 50/50 to Tighnari, then got guaranteed

Wriothesley -> Lost 50/50 to Diluc

Xiao -> Guarantee ll Xiao C1 -> Lost 50/50 to Tighnari

Albedo -> Lost 50/50 to Eula then got guaranteed

Kazuha -> Guaranteed

Wanderer -> Lost 50/50 to Tighnari then got guaranteed

Alhaitham -> Won 50/50

Furina -> Lost 50/50 to Keqing then got guaranteed

In terms of characters I still want...I really want to collect all of the cute boys for Lumine's harem, obviously. xD And then also some of the girls who I just think are cute or elements which I don't have a lot of characters for (like Cryo or Geo). ;w;

And yes, Qiqi is there for the Xiaolumi family. xD

WEAPONS

My weapon inventory could definitely use some work. I've been slacking in terms of leveling weapons - mostly because farming all the mob drops is a pain and it also eats away at my mora. I have a spare Wolf's Fang which I should really level because it's a great stat stick for a lot of sword characters. I also want to get my Iron Sting, Lion's Roar, Favonius Lance and Favonius Warbow to lv 90 if possible.

In terms of 5* weapons, I pulled for Jade Spear for Xiao and won my 50/50 (got it in around 20-25 pulls), but then got a second copy soon after from standard which I have not leveled yet. I also have two Amos' Bows from Standard but no Ganyu. :')) I know it works on Tighnari too, but Harp makes building crit stats easier so that's what he's rocking for now. As for Neuvi's book...I did a single wish for Staff of Homa and got it on my first ever pull on the weapon banner. xD

The weapons I want the most would be Jade cutter for Lumine she matches with Xiao, more copies of the Favonius Lance (I've only gotten 2 in a whole year of playing!!) and Sacrificial Fragments. For some reason, the latter avoids me like the plague. Not a single one in a whole year and I've been wished on some weapon banners where it was rated up. T ^ T

BUILDS AND TEAMS

Lumine

The Traveler is a tricky one because she requires so much resources to have a good build for each element. T ^ T By default, I run her as Dendro because I actually have an artifact set for her which doesn't require me stealing from other characters. For the overworld, I run her on 2P Dendro DMG bonus 2P atk% to optimize her personal damage and balance out EM and atk%.

Since I consider myself a Lumine main, I do have a team for each element where she runs as the 'main DPS', so to speak. Each team is also based off a different elemental reaction, besides the Geo one which is basically just a Navia hypercarry team but Geo Lumine instead of Navia. xD (These teams do require me to switch artifacts around. One day I hope to have a full set for each of them but yeah...That's not happening any time soon. ^^;;)

2. The OG carries

These two CARRIED me through the early game. I even ran them together on the same team for a while because what is better than having one DPS on a team? Two of them! Basically I'd just quick swap between them while waiting for the skill/burst to refresh haha.

Right now I run Keqing either on an aggravate team or hyperbloom team with characters like Fischl, Dendro Lumine, Yaoyao, Kazuha and Kokomi. Sometimes I also switch her weapon to Lion's Roar and then I run her with 4P Marachaussee and Furina to get a good crit ratio.

Yanfei has several builds as well. Sometimes I will use Solar Pearl with 4P Wanderer's Troupe but that one is on Tighnari by default atm so I switched to this 4P Marachaussee set. She works really well in a vape team with Xingqiu, Bennett and Furina! I also like running her with Bennett and double Geo.

Things I want to improve is to finish leveling their talents and farm a better 4P TF set because those pieces on Keqing are kind of cope...^^;;

3. The Anemo boys

The little meow meows. uwu Xiao is my first and only triple crowned character at the moment. I have several builds for him, but this is the one I put on him now which keeps enough other pieces for my remaining characters. xD His crit rate is a little on the low side, but if I run him on a double Geo comp with Geo Lumine, she actually gives him a 10% crit rate buff when he's within her burst.

Wanderer's ratio could be a bit better too in terms of crit rate, but if I can get Cryo with his A4 passive, it also adds 10% crit rate. I do like running him together with Layla although I've never really looked whether or not she actually triggers his passive. xD

In terms of teams, they both like similar supports in Zhongli, Furina, Bennett and Faruzan. Wanderer I will also sometimes run with Xingqiu, Layla and Faruzan because it's an aesthetic.

4. The Dendro boys

Tighnari keeps on showing up when I lose my 50/50s so I guess he really wanted me to build him-- He's not quite finished yet because I need to get him up to lv 90 but he does the job just fine as is. He's currently on a 4P Wanderer's Troupe set because the Gilded domain absolutely hates me.

Same story for Alhaitham. I'd love to have a 4P Gilded on him, but I cannot get a decent EM sands from that domain at all. I've gotten like 5 EM sands but all of them had only HP and DEF sub stats... I used to run him on 2P Gilded 2P Wanderer's for maximum EM but that left Tighnari without a set so I'm running a Hybrid EM/atk% Alhaitham now. Don't judge. :'')

5. The sub DPS squad

These characters are often more broken than the main DPS ones, I swear-- Especially Xingqiu has been amazing ever since I got his C6. Thankfully he has a skin now too because I hate his original design and avoided him like the plague for a long time because of it. >< (Now I just need to beat the Oceanid a few more times to get him up to 80/90 so I can continue leveling his talents xD)

Fischl is a character I built quite recently too but I haven't regretted it. She's on Stringless by default but sometimes I run her with Harp too. Hopefully I can get more cons for her in the future to boost her damage even more!

Xiangling is C0 because I haven't pulled on any banner she was featured on and her crit ratio is pretty bad. (I need to continue fishing for R5 the Catch, I know...) but she still works fine as a vape enabler.

Albedo is a character I don't use as often as I should. He's definitely not as strong and has kind of fallen off in terms of usefulness, but I love his lore/design so I had to pull for him anyway. The EM buff his ult provides can actually be kind of nice in certain comps too.

6. Buffers

Furina has to be one of the characters I like using the most in the overworld. Her pets just go and kill everything lol. Usually the time I've circled through my sub DPS characters, they have taken out the enemies before my main DPS even gets to do anything. xD

Bennett and Kazuha are also very well-rounded characters who I can throw on pretty much any team and improve the damage. Sometimes I run Kazuha with more ER (sac sword or fav) if nobody else on the team needs it. The plan is to level the Iron Sting to 90 but I'm waiting for the domain to be open again.

Last but not least is C6 Faruzan who doubled my Xiao's damage output. She definitely needs some work too in terms of talents & ascension so once she's 80/90 with her burst to lv 10-11, she'll boost my Anemo boys even more!

7. Shielders

Zhongli is another character who I can put on pretty much any team and make it more comfy to play. Mine is not even build as a shield bot but he still tanks pretty much anything the overworld throws at you. If there's a particularly aggressive Abyss, I do update his build to 2P Noblesse/2P Tenacy with an HP goblet or HP circlet so he can tank even more hits.

Meanwhile Layla is my pure shield bot. I used to run 4P Tenacity on her but I don't have enough pieces to give both her and Faruzan a full set so I now run her on 2P HP% and 2P ER. Her burst is quite useful when I run her together with a Hydro and want to freeze opponents.

8. Healers

Kokomi was the first limited 5* I pulled for and the reason I started playing Genshin in the first place. I think she's absolutely gorgeous and I'm glad Furina enabled me to use her more. Her mono hydro team with Xingqiu, Kazuha and Furina destroyed the Abyss Lectors in the current abyss!

Jean is a character I leveled/raised quite recently so her build is not 100% optimized yet. I would like to get a 4P Noblesse for her eventually but my current Noblesse pieces are more HP% focused. ;;

Lastly there's Yaoyao who has 4P deepwood to boost my Dendro DPS characters. She's a cutie and while her heals are not as strong as Jean and Kokomi, I still enjoy using her on Dendro-based teams or on my Xiaolumi family team with Lumine, Xiao and Zhongli!