#type moon festival

[devondraws]

Countdown to Christmas//Advent day 9! Neco Arc as requested by my friend

Ill be doing 25 doodles this year! Feel free to request any fandom, even if i havent drawn and even seen the content before!

[todayisafridaynight]

cant stress how obsessed i am with yamaguchis shirt

[arcxnumvitae]

Tahariel Elohim had been in the same room as him, and yet he’d let the man leave. Huaxiu couldn’t help but wonder how his father would have characterized the moment. Any insult or threat to Tengmen royalty would be inexcusable, and justice swift. To do anything else would be “weak.”

Ha, his father may not have even let the situation go this far. If not outright go back up and confront Tahariel, the former emperor would have at least done something afterwards. Perhaps not informed Charidynn of what had happened, but he would have certainly sent out someone to hunt the man down and make him regret his threat.

Huaxiu sighed.

[welcometoteyvat]

filled w indescribable urge to see those mindblowingly stunning zhongli artworks

[kokorowoutsu]

🫂

[awlimagines]

The Scientific Method

So, this is way longer than intended and only loosely based on the scientific method. Everything is below the cut; I hope it's good eating.

OBSERVATION

Gustafa might have been your first friend in the valley, but Daryl was the one you spent most of your time with. You spent afternoons hanging out in the scientist’s research lab. He allowed you to watch experiments and the testing of his new inventions. One afternoon, when Daryl paced in silent thought, you stumbled upon his secret. Mixed in with his notes were some about Flora. Before reading further, you glanced at the man to ensure he wasn’t paying you any mind. Your heart thudded in your chest with the information. This might be a way for you to repay Daryl for the seed maker he installed on your farm! The next best step would be to observe Flora, you decided.

“Have you been at the dig site?” Daryl’s question made you jump. You didn’t see him when you crossed the river to head home for the evening. He frowned at you as you quickly composed yourself and forced out an answer. 

“Yeah! Sorry, I was trying to make some extra money to add new facilities to the farm,” you smiled. “I’m aiming for a processing room to make cheese and butter.” 

Daryl seemed pleased with the answer, and as you slipped away, you felt guilty. You hadn’t really lied to Daryl. It was partially true that you were working at the dig site for extra income, but you also decided to work there to find out more about Carter and Flora’s relationship. They seemed to keep a purely professional relationship without overlapping feelings for each other. You shoved your misgivings about Daryl away to concentrate. It was time for you to move on to the next step of your plan. 

RESEARCH

The summer was busy and made the heat worse. Thanks to some lucky finds at the dig site and successful haggling with Van, you purchased a processing room and a new cow. A part of you expected to churn butter like it was always shown in period pieces, but the new makers were straightforward. In your excitement, you shared free samples of cheese and butter with the townspeople. Your face grew warm from Daryl’s unexpected excitement when you shared the farm’s new cheese with him. 

“It was because of pride,” you tried to convince yourself later on the way home. Pride that the farm was expanding and would be selling quality products. That warmth had absolutely nothing to do with how cute the scientist’s genuine enthusiasm had been. You shook your head, pushing down feelings you shouldn’t acknowledge. Daryl liked Flora, and you were going to help him catch her attention. 

With the success of the processing room, you devoted your time to discovering things that Daryl and Flora liked. Both seemed to agree in some capacity on fruits, cheese, wine, and chocolate. The scientist and blonde archaeologist only shared one thing they immensely liked: fish. You couldn’t shove a fish into a picnic basket exactly, though. This dead end felt impossible. A basket would work with the other items but lackluster without a dish to take the spotlight. 

“What is that?” you asked Sebastian at the manor one day as he prepared a tray with arranged meat. 

“Carpaccio,” the butler answered. You offered some milk to learn how to properly prepare the dish from him. With this dish, your research was complete. 

HYPOTHESIS 

It was Fall 3, the first of Van’s seasonal visits and the day you knew Flora would be away from the dig site. Daryl never seemed to take a day off, but his schedule wasn’t as set in stone as hers. You had collected fresh apples and grapes from your trees, made fresh cheese, and prepared a flawless carpaccio. As an added treat for the meal, you made a special trip to Mineral Town yesterday for chocolate and a bottle of wine. There wasn’t any way this could go bad with how much effort you’d put in, right?  

“Why are you going through all of this trouble again?” Rock questioned, watching you rearrange the picnic basket. You had taken and removed the items three times so far to make it look nice. 

“If I can create the right setting for them, then they’ll be able to grow their relationship,” you answered, wedging the wine bottle and glasses into place. 

“Yeah, look. Daryl and Flora don’t exactly seem like the kiss, kiss, fall-in-love type. So, why do all of this? And even more importantly, why drag me into it?” the blonde whined. 

“Oh shush, you owe me for helping with Lumina,” you chided. The basket was as good as it would get. You grabbed the picnic blanket and lifted the basket before shooing Rock out of your house. “What is your job?” 

Rock let out a disgruntled sigh, “I’m supposed to get Flora and Daryl to go to the picnic site in whatever way I can.” 

“Great, and you have the prompt cards if you need to create a reason! There’s no way this could go wrong!” you proclaimed with more confidence than you felt. You had been avoiding Daryl for the better part of the week. You were making excuses to leave conversations when you ran into him to prevent yourself from second-guessing yourself. Did you want this date to go well? If it did, Daryl could be in a relationship with Flora. You thought that was what you wanted, but your stomach churned at the thought. 

You pushed the feeling down as you found a nice clearing the two could see from the mountain path. There was no telling how quickly Rock would work, so you needed to hurry. You spread the blanket and set the basket in the center before slipping away to find somewhere to hide. Once someone was here you would leave them to have some privacy you ordered yourself. There would be no lingering to see what happened or regrets for excellent results. As a confused Flora arrived at the picnic site, you slipped back to town. You detoured through the woods to forage mushrooms on your way back to town to avoid running into Daryl on the road.  

EXPERIMENT 

“Whoa! What’s that?” the loud young man asked before laughing. “It looks so weird!” 

“What are you here for?” Daryl snapped, keeping a close eye on Rock. He could not risk the blonde disrupting delicate equipment or spilling chemicals. Rock patted his pockets as though looking for something before shrugging. 

“Y/N said they wanted you to go up the mountain path. It should be pretty obvious where you need to be.” 

Was it pleasant that his heart skipped a beat at hearing you wanted to see him after avoiding him? Or should it be a medical concern? Daryl couldn’t be bothered to pinpoint which it was as he shooed Rock from the lab. He didn’t want to keep you waiting. For once, Daryl cursed the sorry state of his right shoe. Typically, there wasn’t an issue, but a sharp rock had lodged itself firmly beneath his foot in his haste to travel to the mountainside. Daryl grimaced, trying to ignore the inconvenient pain until halfway up the mountain. 

You were nowhere to be seen. He panted slightly as his pace slowed, and Daryl paused to fish the rock from his shoe. As he straightened once more to glance around, his gaze caught sight of Flora. She sat alone on a blanket, looking through a picnic basket. Probably here for some cheesy date with Carter, Daryl rolled his eyes at the thought. But, maybe she had been here long enough to see you in passing. Daryl chewed his inner cheek before sighing in frustration and approaching the blonde. Flora’s purple eyes blinked at him quizzically as he stopped near her. A few seasons ago, he wouldn’t have been able to approach her, let alone maintain eye contact. 

“Have you seen Y/N?” the inquiry was blunt and concise. 

“No, but I think she left this. I’m not sure if this is her handwriting or not?” Flora offered him two index cards from inside the basket. 

Daryl barely refrained from snatching the cards from Flora’s hands in his eagerness to look them over. His black eyes immediately recognized your script and began scanning the cards for information. Surely, they would provide some clue as to what was happening here. The more he read, the angrier he became. The cards seemed to be notes for Rock on how to get Flora and himself to arrive here. The details were sparse, but Daryl could piece together the fact that this was some sort of surprise date you arranged between him and Flora. But why? 

“It’s a gift, you can keep everything. I need to return to work,” Daryl told Flora, shoving the cards into a pocket of his lab coat. 

He turned on his left heel to keep the right from falling apart to leave the confused young woman. Where were you hiding? Daryl didn’t think you would be the sort to watch the arranged encounter from a hiding spot. Then again, he never expected you to be the type to do such a thing in the first place. Daryl was keen to discover how you devised such a harebrained scheme.  

His first stop back in Forget-Me-Not Valley was your farm. Takakura was in the field alone, tending to maintenance on the barn, and the lights to your house were off. Next, Daryl’s long stride carried him to the Goddess Pond. Gustafa mentioned you sometimes stop to listen to him play while foraging in the area. Mushrooms should be growing in the area now, increasing your chances of being there. His frown deepened to see only Vesta and Cecilia hanging around the pond. Daryl fought an exasperated groan. Why was it so difficult to find you the one time it was important?

Daryl aimlessly wandered back into the center of town. He wasn’t sure where to search yet. His feet carried him toward Gustafa’s yurt. He felt it was a longer path back to his lab. But if you were at the beach or Turtle Pond, Daryl should be able to see you. The relief he felt finally catching sight of you drowned in silent, seething rage. This was precisely what he feared when you started working at the dig site. From his perspective, it seemed you had removed the largest obstacles from your path to have alone time with the archaeologist by setting him up with Flora. You were breathlessly laughing at something Carter said when Daryl approached you. He watched your smile falter in confusion before encircling your wrist with his hand. 

“We need to talk now,” Daryl struggled to keep his voice calm as he pulled you after him. Though he felt you struggling to keep up with his long stride, his pace didn’t slow until Daryl reached the lab door.

DATA ANALYSIS

You focused on matching Daryl’s pace until he finally released your wrist in the lab. As the door snapped shut, you rubbed your wrist. Did the date go that bad that fast? You had never seen Daryl so mad. You hesitated to speak as the scientist paced. He whirled on you suddenly, making you jump like a startled hare. 

“That was your plan? You wanted time alone so you could flirt with that charlatan. But for that, you needed Flora and me out of your way to ensure no interruptions to your date,” he hissed. 

“W-what? No!” 

“Hmph, sure,” his eyes narrowed as though you were lying to his face. The sight sparked anger in you, putting you on the offensive. 

“Why are you so upset anyway? Shouldn’t you be happy that I got Flora away from Carter for you? That picnic was the perfect chance for a date. You’d know that if you had even bothered to stay and enjoy my hard work!” 

Daryl’s foot ceased its tapping as you finished talking. His hands ran through his hair as he questioned you. “And why would you think I ever wanted that in the first place?” 

“I saw your notes about Flora! You like her! I was just trying to help after you gave me the seed maker.” 

“My notes? Can you show me these supposed notes?” he sneered.

“Of course!” 

You stalked over to Daryl’s desk—the fact he was acting in such a way for being called out annoyed you. If you had known he would be so ungrateful, you wouldn’t have wasted your or Flora’s time getting him a date. You could have done better things with your time during the last half of Spring and Summer. The first thing you noted in your path to the clutter of papers on his desk was his drawing of her was gone from the chalkboard. No matter. He couldn’t have destroyed everything, even if it had been more than a season ago. You shuffled through the reports until one stood out with notes scribbled in the margins. Your eyes scanned the text just long enough to ensure it was about his lady love and not actual notes of the report. 

“Here! In the margins of this report, you talk about her,” you triumphantly shoved the paper into his face. 

As Daryl scanned the report, you smirked. Your confidence faltered when his expression didn’t change, and his eyes met yours over the report. The unamused man issued a simple command, “Read it.” 

“Summer 8: Previous data indicates she should be free today. The mines are closed, and crop production has decreased as the season ends,” you paused. Why would his notes about Flora include crops? You glanced at the scientist, who only waved a hand for you to continue. “Instead, Y/N has planned a spontaneous trip to Mineral Town. The purpose of the visit was concealed, and inquiries were redirected. Further research is needed. W-wait, this isn’t-” 

Your hands shook as you rifled through more of the mess of papers on his desk. There had to be ones of Flora somewhere. Each scribble revealed details of your days, notes of things you discussed with him, and stories of your farm from Gustafa’s visits. The papers crumpled in your hands as the realization hit. You had been wrong. 

“Before experimenting, a scientist checks the variables. Did you even bother to check variables before launching your plan?” 

His exhale from each measured word felt warm against your neck. When did Daryl move so close? You had never realized how quiet the man could be. Your mouth felt dry as you searched for something to say. It was no surprise to you now that Daryl was so angry earlier. You had arranged a date with someone he no longer carried a flame for. Only to find his current interest gleefully laughing with Carter. 

You numbly shook your head at his question. You needed to explain the misunderstanding. Then, grovel and beg forgiveness of Daryl. Surely, he would understand if you described your misgivings about setting him up with Flora. You had wanted Daryl to be happy even if that wasn’t with you.   

CONCLUSION

“Thank you for your purchase!” you chirped, accepting payment and handing over some of your surplus crops. Opening a stand to sell some of the flowers and crops you stored was genius. Halfway through Winter and surrounded by falling snow, people bought anything that reminded them of warmth. 

“Are you going to help at the dig site again?” Carter asked. 

“I’m not sure. I just got a pond, so I’m thinking of trying for ducks next year.” 

The archaeologist nodded before leaving for the campsite. It wasn’t the first time Carter asked if you would return to help. Your interests had shifted from the dig site area, and the farm could now provide more than enough income for you to live comfortably. As you considered closing for the day, arms encircled your waist, pulling you against their owner’s chest. 

“I don’t like when you speak with him,” Daryl’s complaint was muffled between his scarf and where he buried his face into your neck.

“I know,” you comforted the scientist as you leaned back into the warmth radiating from him. “Just think of his purchase as funds to aid your experiments.” 

You could tell from his incoherent mumbling this concession wasn’t enough to satisfy him. Daryl would be pleased if you never spoke to Carter again. Both of you knew such a thing was unfeasible within your small community. The snow was falling heavier, and you groaned before wiggling from Daryl’s grasp. It would be better to get out of this before it got worse. With his help, closing the stall and gathering the few items that didn’t sell was quickly done. You laced your fingers through his for the short walk to your farm. 

“Are you staying tonight?”

“The weather forecast predicted a blizzard. It would be safer for you to have someone else around since you live alone.” 

You fought a smile at his excuse. The scientist had an amusing habit of forgetting or ignoring Takakura’s existence. After you let him stay during a storm in late fall, Daryl’s reasons to stay at the farm had steadily increased. Your favorite thing so far was that your house was better situated for studying Mukumuku.

“If that’s the weather, I should probably make sure everyone has enough food. I’ll see you inside in a minute,” you quickly gave the tip of his exposed nose a peck before entering the barn. The shared animosity between the scientist and your cows was your only complaint about the relationship. Realistically, you knew it could be worse. Daryl was at least trying not to scowl at the cows every time he saw them. It had been barely a season. You couldn’t expect things to change overnight. You brushed away any clinging fodder before ducking back into the cold to check the chickens. When you entered your house, your fingers and nose felt frozen. 

Daryl had already ditched his thick winter coat, scarf, and shoes at the door. He stood muttering back to the weatherman on television as you entered. You stressed about his work sometimes with how much time Daryl spent at your house in the evenings. A day like today would be ideal for holing up in his lab and working without distractions. Yet, each attempt to gently ask about it led to Daryl snorting at you and assuring you not to worry. 

“How bad does it look?” you asked, pretending not to have seen the forecast for sun tomorrow as Daryl jumped and switched it off. 

“Terrible,” Daryl assured you. “At least for tonight, it looks like tomorrow might clear up sooner than expected.”

“I should probably start dinner then in case the power goes out later.” 

Like a lost puppy with anxiety, Daryl followed you through the one-room house to the kitchen. While you were happy to do the cooking, it was a pleasant surprise when he first offered to help. Daryl had looked offended by your shock. He insisted he knew how to cook at least the basics but didn’t like to waste time when the cafe and inn had food for sale. Now, the scientist helped by cutting ingredients or washing dishes. With his help, you soon left the soup on low to cook and wandered back to your couch with Daryl. The television channels flicked by until you stopped on a Starry Night romance comedy. 

“It will end with them realizing they love each other and running to the train station. He’ll miss catching the train, and when all hope is lost as it pulls away, she’ll call his name after never boarding.” 

“If you know how it ends already, why watch it?” Daryl questioned with a frown.  

“I like watching you squirm,” you teased. A smile split your face as Daryl sighed before launching toward you. You were soon breathless and begging mercy from his tickling grasp. He had an eerie ability to pinpoint each weakness of yours and know how to exploit it best. At times like this, as he kissed a trail down your neck, you were grateful for his attentiveness.

[crabsnpersimmons]

Happy Moon Festival! 🌕

there's a bunch of holidays today, Mid-Autumn Festival, Tsukimi, Chuseok and more! all dated on the day of the brightest full moon!

and since i had some time, i thought i'd draw all my moons and some yummy festival sweets (all prepared by chef Moon of course!)

some intros to all the moons and the dishes below the cut

some intros:

Moonie's from my chibi AU, "Rain or Shine". a rambunctious little guy who loves playing with his Sunny

Moondrop's from my hairdresser AU, "New 'Do, Same You". a Moon in a glamrock-style casing, who's pretty chill but insecure

Mooncake's from my restaurant AU, "Have You Eaten?" a hopeless romantic chef who loves cooking yummy foods!

13's from my dystopian AU. he's a sheltered, naive little Moon bot who is curious to learn about the world outside the palace

Miel is from my idol AU. she's an ex-Moon bot, turned nanny bot, turned rapper of an idol duo (she sings too tho!)

and the menu:

tsukimi dango are plain Japanese dumplings made of rice flour and glutinous rice flour, resembling the full moon

mooncakes are Chinese treat with various skins and fillings, but traditionally they are a pastry filled with lotus seed paste and a salted duck egg yolk to resemble the full moon

songpyeon are a Korean rice cake with various types of fillings—red beans, dates, sesame seeds, honey, and more!

[azuremist]

Mainseries Pokemon characters who can be argued to be bisexual-coded (due to their implied crush on the player)

1. Shauna (Pokemon X and Y)

Kalos takes place in France, and Paris is the city of love. So, in the words of Junichi Masuda, "I wanted to implement some elements of romance with Shauna when playing as a boy and express a deep friendship when playing as a girl."

However, due to the VERY few dialogue changes between female vs male protags (as well as actions Shauna takes that are intended to imply romantic interest being the same across all player types, such as her staying behind with the player in the early-game forest), this can be argued to be unintentional bisexual-coding.

2. Lillie (Pokemon Sun and Moon)

Lillie is implied to have a crush on the player. When the player character is female, on Exeggutor Island, she says, "I want to become a Trainer, and learn all the things you know, Selene..." When the player character is male, she says, "I think... I'd like to become a Trainer, too. And travel together with you, Elio..."

Obviously, the difference between these two dialogues makes it pretty clear that they want her dialogue with Elio to be interpreted as more romantically-inclined. However, much like Shauna, Lillie's actions and dialogue varying VERY little otherwise between female vs male protags can be read as unintentional bisexual-coding.

3. Kieran

Kieran is the first character here to receive absolutely zero dialogue changes across player gender. Additionally, I'd say he's the character that we get the strongest hints regarding romantic feelings towards the player with.

Kieran has multiple moments where he's implied to feel romantically towards the player. These include, but are not limited to:

His sister saying that he's "been all googly-eyed over you" since you met, and that he "wouldn't stop talking about you - even at home. I seriously couldn't get him to shut up." Kieran reacts with embarrassment when she says this to the MC.

Him saying, "You're...you're special," before pausing, then getting embarrassed and rushing to change the subject.

When the MC calls him a friend, he responds, "What?! R-really?! We're friends? F-friends... I feel all tingly and funny hearing that... Ehehe..."

After the MC changes into their festival outfit, Kieran says, "Whoa...", when seeing them for the first time.

The player can even seemingly flirt with Kieran; when Kieran describes letting Ogerpon move into his home, the player can teasingly ask when they, themself, can move in with Kieran.

These are all very common romantic tropes. I think Kieran is the closest thing that we have to a canonically bisexual mainline character at this moment.

4. Carmine

Carmine has a fewer number of specific moments compared to her brother, but she can still be easily read as having feelings for the player.

Her extreme reaction to Drayton asking the player on a date is the best example, with her bringing her hands up to her face, and saying, "A wha-?!" Once Drayton leaves, Carmine continues fuming. (This can also be chalked up to her general dislike towards Drayton and how he can be manipulative, but the fact that it's that request that sets her off specifically makes this also easily read as jealousy.)

And speaking of...

5. Drayton

While, like Kieran and Carmine, Drayton doesn't have any dialogue changes between if the player is male and female, it's not really clear how he actually feels about them.

He tells the player, male or female, that they can go on a cafeteria date to talk, which the game fully acknowledges as a romantic phrase via Carmine's extreme reaction. He also tells the player, "From one charming catch to another..."

This is very obviously him flirting with the player, but, due to his laid-back and just-a-liiittle-bit-sleazy nature, this more so comes across as him trying to tease the player character, rather than anything earnest.

If nothing else, he's at least confirmed to be comfortable with romantically teasing male classmates, which I would consider a win.

[milkbobatyun]

a fallen star

pairing: zhongli x reader

genre: angstober, events

summary: to spend an eternity with him, was something you could only hope fate was kind enough to grant you in your next life.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: i love archon zhongli smsm, im sorry to all the guizhong lovers for making her evil, but it's for plot purposes alr :( lwk ended up rewriting this like 3 times cus i didn't feel like it was good enough LMAO

when guizhong was there, morax barely spared a glance towards you. her beauty and skill easily outshone yours, rendering you a mere shadow in her presence. it made your heart ache with sadness. she was the sun, you were the moon, silently beautiful.

they were comfortable, guizhong laughing daintily at a joke morax made, hand placed on morax’s arm. she held his attention, like she always did.

“...what do you think, [name]?” the sudden question startled you from your thoughts as you blinked and smiled apologetically.

“sorry, i was lost in my thoughts.” your own voice sounded dull, not tinkling and pleasant on the ears like guizhong’s.

morax’s amber eyes swept over yours, picking up the dejection in your posture, how you seemed uncomfortable, every muscle tense, as though you were ready to flee at any moment.

“i was just considering some new activities we could introduce for the upcoming lantern rite.” guizhong piped up, cheerfulness lacing her tone.

morax nodded in agreement, “guizhong’s ideas were innovative, as expected from the goddess of dust.” he praised.

of course, guizhong would be praised for her brilliant ideas. she was the perfect goddess, flawless in every way. unlike you, whose body was adorned with imperfections, from battles with the enemies of war and your own inner demons.

standing next to her felt like standing next to the sun, bright and warm, while you were the moon, unnoticed, but trying your best. thinking back, you realised that it was a long time since morax glanced at you the same way he looked at guizhong.

to him, you were the reliable goddess of strategy, someone he could always trust to have his back. in his eyes, you were his world, the one who hung up the stars and kept the world turning.

like stone, his faith in you was immovable, he trusted your words and plans for the archon war, to train and teach xiao. but guizhong, she held a different type of beauty, her presence commanded attention, her creations and innovations new and intriguing. he found himself spending more time and attention on guizhong, pushing you aside.

like stone, he was dense. if he had known earlier, had accepted his own feelings and understood why, when he was lost in the sea of people at a festival, his eyes searched for you, how your touch sent sparks of electricity across his skin, then this, all this, could’ve been avoided.

poor cloud retainer. she pitied herself. how did she, the clever, unparalleled adepti, become chained down by two idiots for friends? it was clearer than day that the two of you harboured feelings for each other, but how did neither of you realise.

it was time for her to be the perfect wingwoman and start her matchmaking career earlier than anticipated, before she lost the chance.

the tea had been poisoned. from the faint curve of guizhong’s lips, her eyes, alert and watching as you downed the cup she had given you, it was so obvious a five-year old could guess.

but you were preoccupied, the slip of paper your messenger pigeon delivered sat on your desk, strewn about with papers on war strategies and your mind racing through all the reasons why he wrote that message.

‘come meet me at the pavilion balcony. xiao will come find you.’

xiao escorted you along the path, the two of you discussing his training, for morax had entrusted you, the goddess of strategy, to be his teacher.

the terrain to the pavilion was difficult, you found yourself panting for breath. halfway up the mountain, the path began to twist and turn under your feet, sweat beading on your forehead. you tripped, feet stumbling over the stones of the path, each step weighing down on your feet.

xiao reached out, brows furrowed in concern.

“is everything ok, shīfu?” xiao’s quiet voice cuts through the ringing in your ears.

you lean against the stone face, shaking your head.

“i must be too tired.” you assure him, though your voice was tight with pain. “you little rascal and morax, always keeping me on my toes, overloading my desk with work.” you jested, playfully poking xiao in the side. “let me rest for a bit and we can keep going.”

pausing, you take in several shaking breaths. xiao’s golden eyes remained fixed on you, concern reflecting in his amber eyes.

with an effort, you pushed yourself off the stone face, marching onwards. xiao crouched in front of you, offering to carry you on his back. you stubbornly disagreed.

“whoever heard of a disciple carrying their master?” you teased, though pain was etched in the lines of your forehead.

xiao hesitated, his eyes flickered between your pale face and the inclining path ahead, but he respected you. thus, he fell into step beside you, ever watchful.

shadows crawled into your vision, blurring the edges and twisting the view of the path. a sudden wave of lightheadedness forced you to your knees, the world spinning sideways. xiao’s quick reaction caught you, leaning you against his shoulder.

“shīfu,” his tone filled with a rare edge of worry and fear. “you’re in no condition to continue.”

you shook your head. “i can do it, it’s going to be fine.” you didn’t know if this was to reassure yourself or xiao, but the sentence repeated itself like a mantra in your head.

the sun slowly set, painting the surrounding mountains with stunning shades of orange and gold, before the deep velvet of night overtook it, stars twinkling in the sky, the moon a watchful guardian.

with xiao supporting your weight, you stumbled up the last few paces up to the pavilion, not noticing the tall figure already present.

your heartbeat raced in your chest at an uncomfortable pace. the hollow thuds rang in your ears, mixing into a clashing melody with the piercing ringing. it made you feel nauseous, bile rising in your throat. you clawed at your chest, hoping it would slow down.

with a heave and a wretch, you threw up, the scarlet liquid splattering on the pristine stone tiles underfoot.

startled by the noise, morax spun around, amber eyes falling upon your trembling figure. xiao’s golden gaze, usually so calm and steady, now radiated desperation a silent plea for help.

for a heartbeat, morax stood frozen with shock. then, without a second thought, his posture of elegance thrown to the wind, morax races towards you.

he dropped to his knees, sinking to the floor, gently cradling you in his arms, gloved fingers gently tapping against your cheek, desperate to keep you awake. his voice trembled as he chanted your name, praying to the stars you would stay with him.

“[name],” he murmured urgently. “wake up, look at me.”

through the fog of pain and exhaustion, you felt the warmth of his embrace radiating, a familiar voice cutting through the pain. his scent–earth, osmanthus and tea…no, the scent of home–wrapped around you like a hug. you squinted up at him, your body feeling impossibly heavy, darkness threatening to bring you under.

“morax,” you breathed, chest heaving as you fought for breath. “i came…to see you, as you asked.”

morax looked at you in confusion. “wasn’t it you who asked to see me?” he questioned.

confusion surfaced on your face, until you realised who the mastermind behind this meeting could’ve been. you chuckled, clear and bright, gave way to violent coughing, which left you gasping for air.

“it must’ve been cloud retainer then.” you wheezed, breath struggling. “sly crane,” you teased, voice devoid of malice or hate. “this is her way of meddling.” you manage a wry smile.

you don’t give morax a chance to reply before you’re speaking again, holding a finger to his lips as words gushed from yours like a fountain.

“you know, i’ve liked you for a long time,” you confessed, your words carrying the weight of years of longing. “so long. i’d always hoped that you would look at me the same way, but you never did. seeing you with guizhong all the time breaks my heart.”

your chest tightened painfully, each breath a battle, but you fought on. “you mean everything to me, but i dont mean anything to you. i see the way you look at her, i hope she brings you joy.”

you open your mouth to speak again, but cold droplets that land on your face interrupt you from speaking. with an effort, you tilt your head up, watching the tears cascade down morax’s face.

with a trembling hand, you reach up to wipe his tears. morax’s hand envelops yours, his warm hand contrasting against your cold, clammy skin.

morax’s breath hitched, as his amber eyes searched yours. you open your mouth to say something more, but morax interrupts you.

“no,” he breathed. “i do love you too, i think,,” he pleaded, “ if you give me some time, let me work this out slowly.”

“i want to,” you breathed out. “but i dont know if i have time left. i’m cold.” you snuggled deeper into morax’s embrace, uncertainty weighted in your heart. you could feel your life slipping away, the edges of darkness creeping closer.

“im tired.” you mumble, your voice barely a whisper. “i’ll just…sleep a little while…”

“shīfu,” xiao’s trembling voice broke through the silent night, “please, don’t leave me yet.”

you peel your eyes open, turning your head in xiao’s direction, motioning him to come closer. obediently, xiao approaches, tears streaming down his face like a waterfall.

“shǎháizi,” you breathed, voice light with teasing. “listen well to morax, he will be your new master from now on.” you instructed, hand reaching out to pet his head. “smile for me?” you mustered a weak smile that xiao reflected, his own sorrow mingled with hope.

a final bought of violent coughing tore through your body, each one sending pain sparking through your body. blood spilling from your lips. the metallic taste filled your mouth, mixing with the bitter taste of fear as darkness overtook you.

your eyes fluttered shut as the life left your body. in the distance, a star fell out of the sky, its tail trailing like a sorrowful goodbye.

“[name]?” morax whispered, voice raw with regret. “open your eyes, look at me.” his plea fell on deaf eyes. “you never heard my response, you can’t leave me yet.”

“i think…no, i know, that i do love you.”

fate was cruel, you had found your forever, but at the wrong time. someday, perhaps fate would grant us a second chance.

footnotes:

1. shīfu (师傅) — meaning master or teacher, this word is often used in chinese to express respect to someone who is skilled in a particular area or field.

2. shǎháizi (傻孩子) — "shǎ" meaning foolish (傻) and "háizi" meaning child (孩子), this word can be used as a term of endearment, meaning foolish child

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[reallyromealone]

How about part 4 to bakugos brother. The plot has thicken. 🙃🫰🏼

Title: bakugos brother

Fandom: bnha

Characters: bnha ensemble

Fic type: series

Chapter: 4

Pairings: kirishima x male reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, angst, reader is awkward, broken sibling relationship, reader is siblings to Katsuki, hurt to comfort, neglectful parents

Notes:

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(Name) And Kirishima went upstairs as Aizawa sat in the livingroom with the Bakugo parents, (name) looking surprisingly nervous as he went to his room.

"Whatever he did we will pay for" Mrs. Bakugo started and Aizawa raised his hand to stop her "I'm actually here on behalf of U.A to extend an invitation for your son to attend the general studies program as we have recently opened a spot in that class post sports festival" Aizawa began and watched their reactions carefully, Mr. Bakugo seemed curious and a bit excited at the concept of his son having the experience but Mrs Bakugo seemed... Less thrilled "would that affect Katsuki?" She asked simply and Aizawa raised an eyebrow at her statement.

"The two would be in completely different programs, how on earth would that affect Katsuki?" Mr Bakugo said simply and the blond woman glared without any bite at her husband "Principal Nedzu is particularly interested in his intelligence quirk and would like to talk about it when we do the transfer if you are willing to agree"

And the color drained from their faces.

(Name) And Kirishima cuddled on (name)s beanbag chair, a massive thing that was (name)s first purchase as (name) watched kirishima play a phone game "so you're just building and adventuring?" (Name) Seemed intrigued but also deeply confused at the game "yeah, it's a sandbox game-- you can do basically anything"

"Are there animals?"

"Oh a bunch, they actually just updated the dogs so they have more variety"

"Show me"

"And how would he be able to afford it?" Mrs Bakugo said coldly and Aizawa resisted the urge to roll his eyes "U.A has offered (name) a full scholarship" Mr Bakugo seemed excited at this "really?!" The man seemed over the moon at this but his wife less thrilled "I told you to let him apply!" He said almost angrily and Aizawa looked between them "but the chances of katsu--"" you need one parents approval right?" He cut her off to look at Aizawa who nodded "then you have my approval"

"Masaru!" Mrs Bakugo said angrily and the man looked at her seriously "if we don't do this for our son, we will fail more than we already have"

"Kirishima, time to go" Aizawa said simply and looked at (name) "I expect to see you at U.A Monday with your things packed" the pro said and it took the teens a second to process it all before kirishima grinned at his boyfriend "Yo! We get to hang out all the time now!"

"I get to go?"

"Yup, now better pack, you got a week before you start, Nedzu wants a meeting first thing tomorrow"

"YOU GUYS ARENT GONNA BELEIVE THIS!" Kirishima shouted as he walked into the livingroom area and the others looked confused "my boyfriend got into U.A!" He boasted and Bakugo turned to look at his best friend confused "what." Bakugo said flatly and Kirishima grinned "yeah man! Your brother's gonna be in gen Ed!" Everyone looked at bakugos reaction curiously as many emotions passed his face before just grunting and turning back to his phone.

(Name)s week at home was tense with his mom but his dad always had his back, always making sure he was cared for and the parent who made an effort, he was (name)s rock.

"Just don't get in your brother's way"

Words he heard constantly up until his dad drove him to U.A, giving him an envelope with money "I'll be sending you weekly allowances... I know you have money of your own but that's your money, this is for any emergency things you need" he said softly and (name) took the envelope quietly "I'm sorry that I haven't been enough for you, I know I could do more"

"Mom's a hard person, I know you feel guilt but I know that she doesn't make it easy and you have been there when it counts and stuck up for me so I could be here... I love you dad"

"I love you too kid, now go be stronger than I am"

The two embraced before the man helped (name) get everything into his dorm, kirishima showing up to help "so you're the boy my son's seeing! A pleasure to meet you" (name) smiled as the two greeted and got along very well "yeah! I'm also bakubros best friend!" He said excitedly and Mr. Bakugo had a small sliver of hope that this young man could bridge the two siblings... It was wishful thinking but he always had hope.

Hope that somehow the relationship his wife ruined would be fixed.

(Name) Didn't sleep well the first night, awkward in the new environment and the sudden shift from what he was used to.

Tomorrow he would get an introduction course under Nedzu, the rat wanted to do some tests to truly know what level he was at to gauge where they should move towards education wise.

Things were awkward during lunch as (name) sat alone, everyone hearing about Nedzu's private student and avoided him as such but (name) just played chess on his little travel chess set in the corner, periodically eating his food.

He had an hour to kill, might as well look for any weaknesses in his plays.

"There you are!" (Name) Looked up to see his boyfriend and other 1A students who looked curiously "Aizawa said we got to have lunch at the same time!" The Bakugo siblings locked eyes and (name) offered a seat to his boyfriend who plopped beside him with a grin "so you play chess, what's that like?" The pink girl named Mina asked excitedly and (name) was shy as he responded "a lot of travelling, I been throughout Japan for openings" he said softly "how many have you won?" A blond boy named denki asked and (name) looked a little more confident "I haven't lost, so maybe 50, I have been playing professionally since I was 9"

"Whoa... What do you get if you win?" He asked and (name) thought "the U.A open won me about 100k... But that was the open to let me qualify to international opens but my dad worries I might be too young for that" he said simply and the others looked shocked at the price and did the math "damn you're rich"

Katsuki didn't know this, how many games his brother went to between school and such or how good he was at it, he didn't think about it much but now...

... He kind of felt envious that his best friend knew more about his brother than he did.

The bakusquad asked all sorts of questions throughout lunch and eventually a few more 1A students joined and Momo even planned a chess match between her and (name) for fun.

And for the first time, Katsuki saw his brother look genuinely happy talking to people, typically he didn't talk to people.

It was nice to see.

[beababoobies]

Hey there you said you needed a Hazbin Hotel request? I got just the thing. Is it okay you do a Alastor x witch reader? Like reader was a witch before she died and is basically pretty powerful especially in magic? I like to think she covers up her body because she’s covered in tattoos that look like magic ruins or ritual symbols. Idk i just thought it would be cute of Alastor falling in love with a classy yet a badass witch who can put him in his place.

Heya Anon! Yes, Absolutely! I love my witchy friends (shoutout to Tatianna because she follows my blog.) I wasn’t sure exactly on which type of Witch you were referring to, so I decided on a random mix of diff witch cultures! Please shoot me a request if that’s not what you had in mind and I can re-write this for you. Thanks a ton for the request!

From Experience

Alastor x Fem!Witch!Reader

words : 1k , no warnings!

You let out a sigh as you started the spell you had been planning for weeks now. You had to go to Lust to get aphrodisiac rose powder, cannibal town to get the dried blood (and have a coffee and chat with Rosie, of course.) you even attended to Blood Moon festival very shortly to get some black tree root straight from the source from your friend Sally Mae. The candles had been lit - your spirit guides told you it was ready. You closed your eyes softly as you started to read out the incantation in your head.

You sighed softly through your nose as you felt yourself slowly start to float, the bone-marrow candles you had bought starting to glow a blood red colour as you felt the power of the spell start to wash over you, the magical ruins carved into your body lighting up, making you glow softly, and it was all coming together nicely, perfectly one might say - 

“Hello, Darling!” 

You let out a small scream and opened your eyes, falling to the floor with a small thud, groaning as you open your eyes to the familiar face smiling back at you, chuckling softly as you rub your head gently, rolling your eyes. Not an evil spirit. Okay, an evil spirit. But a very familiar one. “Alastor, what a surprise.” You said as he walked over to you, offering you his hand and you took it, hoisting yourself up and letting out a soft sigh as you saw the spilt wax across the floor. 

“How rude of me to interrupt you! Allow me.” He hums softly, and you watch as the candles are returned back to their original state, turning back to him with a smile, brushing your now messed hair back into place, tilting your head. “Back again so soon?” You said with a chuckle, walking into your kitchen to get a cup of tea, him following quickly behind.

Now that you thought about it - he was back very, very soon. You had last seen him yesterday for lunch, and just two days before that for an evening stroll. After seven years of absence, you could’ve sworn you hadn’t even seen him this much before he disappeared. This meant he either needed something, or he was playing you in a big plan.

“Oh, well you just make the best steaming cup of chamomile, my dear.” He compliments, sitting at your small window-side table. You chuckled, taking a spoonful of the mix you had taken years to perfect, crushing the leaves, adding in just a bit of cinnamon. You had even figured out the best tea bags. Possibly your best spell ever. You dismissed your worries as your own overthinking, sighing as you poured the boiling water into the mugs.

“No sugar for you again?” You say, eyes not looking back at him as you pull the cane sugar out from your cabinet, spooning a couple helpings into your mug. “You know me too well, darling.” He says and you blush softly, putting the cane sugar back, bringing both the mugs to the table, placing one in front of him, and one in front of yourself.

“So, why are you back so quickly, hmm?” You said teasingly, leaning back in your chair, mixing the tea in your mug lazily, toying with the spoon as you watching him dip the boiling liquid - always uncanny, how he could do that - before looking back up at you. 

“One could say I’ve taken a bit of a liking to you, my love.” He says with a smile, and you feel your face get hot - from more than just the steam from your tea. He chuckles softly at your reaction, taking another sip from his mug, leaning back in his chair and watching you try to find the right words. Platonically? It’s hard to decipher a man who’s walked out of a couple decades before your time. 

“One might even say you… like me?” You say, testing the waters as you discard your cup back onto the table, crossing your arms over your chest, skepticism all over your expression causing Alastor to let out another chuckle. “One could say that. But I hate that way of saying it.” He responds flatly, putting his mug down as well, tilting his head at you. Trying to read a man who’s face was always carved into that sharp-toothed grin was hard.

“While we are speaking of taking a liking to things.” He says, holding out his hand, a small jar of black sand from the burning desert - one of a kind, unbelievably expensive, and your eyes widened. You swallowed thickly as you eyes the small vial, looking up at him with a small grin. 

“I’m not giving you my soul for this. Tempting, though.” You said with a playful smile, watching him place it delicately on the table. “Oh, no, darling, it is yours for the price of this cup of tea. A friend gave it to me in exchange for a… favor.” He says with a small chuckle, watching you pick up the vial cautiously and inspect it, turning it upside down and watching the pitch black sand move around in the glass. 

Oh, the things you could do with this. 

“And why should I take your murder sand?” You say with a smile, looking back up at him as you toyed with vial carefully, raising your eyebrows, watching his eyes trail down to the vial and then back up to you. 

“Well, I’ve heard it’s good for love spells.” He hums softly, taking another nonchalant sip of his tea, watching you nearly cough on your own spit over the statement, collecting yourself before piercing your lips together, eyes going from him to the vial over and over. 

“And how would you know this, hmm? You some sort of ritual expert now?” You said with a playful smile and tone, clutching the vial in your hand and leaning forward, chin resting on your palm. 

“Let’s just say I can speak from experience.” 

[theworldisourstohold]

Mortefi would def be petty enough too 😂

Personal headcanon is that Mortefi is enough of a clean freak to not want to be even close to any battlefield. He already gets peeved at how messy Yao’s work area is, he probs doesn’t like to get close to a fight either and get dirty. This is why he uses pistols

So Yao is apparently so good with a pistol he's held the Moon Shooter record for several Moonchase festivals in a row??

What if. What if Mortefi wields pistols specifically to spite Yao??

Just a speculation/headcanon, but it would be so ridiculously funny.

[jubileemon]

When Blitz is hallucinating about the five dead Millies, their different types of injuries may seem strange at first. But if you think about it, you can connect their injuries to the various life-risking threats that Millie had to face in the first season:

The Millie with glass shards on her left eye and ropes wrapped around her wrists can be correlated to Martha's attempt at killing Millie from "Murder Family".

The burnt Millie with a bodyguard suit clearly comes from Loo Loo Land's explosion and subsequent burning in "Loo Loo Land".

The pinkish, dripping Millie could be the result of how Millie's body would look like were she to be digested and unable to get out of the giant fish monster from "Spring Broken".

The Millie with angelic arrows stabbed around her body can be seen as nodding to I.M.P.'s first fight against C.H.E.R.U.B. in "C.H.E.R.U.B.".

The Millie with a broken arm and dismemebered leg could be based on the injuries Striker gave her in "The Harvest Moon Festival".

[paleshroom]

Facts and Parallels in the Latest Helluva Shorts: Mission Antarctica *SPOILERS*

From this 4-minute animation, we learn the following:

- Work as usual is happening post-Apology Tour and Blitz is bad at portals. (This makes me so especially fucking giddy because it gives more canon-compliance to that speculative fic I wrote before Apology Tour came out).

- Loona is conspicuously absent, even from the office when they’re going in and out of the portal.

- More evidence of Blitz’s dyslexia, struggling with the order of the alphabet and so on. I love the added detail of Blitz dictating things to Moxxie for him to type out.

- More (?) evidence that Blitz is exceptionally terrible at math and likely has the wombo combo of both dyslexia AND dyscalculia. Yowza.

- [edit: After seeing some discussion, I don’t think he’s necessarily bad at oral overall, but there’s a lot he does with Stolas that he certainly did not do for Ver or anyone else, and again cunnilingus is VERY different from rimming.] Blitz has terrible head game, throwing back to when Verosika accused him of not reciprocating. Or, at least, he’s bad with cunnilingus. We can only assume his rim game is better, given the coughed up feathers (Harvest Moon Festival) and the implication of a request to “[face]plant that feathered ass” (Loo Loo Land).

- Blitz considers himself a top.*

- Moxxie has good head game thanks to Millie and being a good partner.

- Blitz still has the Moxxie and Millie minis from the “let’s three-way” scene right before Stolas calls him in Loo Loo Land.

- Millie echoes Asmodeus’s sentiment that lust is not about “brute force.”

- Blitz panics at the idea of treating the crystal “gently” like a lover. He doesn’t do gentle caresses. That’s gay, and the night before (or a few nights ago?) was gay enough.*

- Penguins have multiple xenophobic slurs.

Feel free to add on here!

*Headcanon below the cut.

*HC: this motherfucker is a service top but there have been hints (ie: the strapon in Full Moon) that he and Stolas have likely switched a few times. I think he glosses over this and doesn’t tell anyone about it because he’s told himself he’s fulfilling Stolas’s fantasy, but really this motherfucker wants to put his trust in someone too. If apologies are “for pussies and no one fucking deserves them anyway” but Stolas is the exception, what does that mean for being vulnerable gentle in sex? Actual intimacy? The kind where that person shares the same desire for connection that you do? It’s fucking TERRIFYING. It’s easy to shift glances, sneakily take a picture when the other person doesn’t know, look at it on your phone and dream a hopeless dream in private, reminding yourself that it’s only a dream, that you won’t have it, don’t deserve to have it, and will only end up hurting yourself and everyone around you if you even dare to chase that dream of loving and being loved by another.

I love him so much he’s such a fucking mess.

[asidian]

Set breakdown time! Next up: Niko's room.

As before, I've circled the points of interest and numbered them to make them easier to talk about. Cool? Cool. Let's do this!

1: Niko's mom's name! This part is her and Niko's surname. The kanji are 佐々木.

佐 – sa, meaning help or aid

々 – an iteration mark. When you see this, basically it means "exactly what the last one said, one more time." So another sa meaning help or aid

木 – ki, meaning tree

It's really neat that they picked a last name for her that doubles down on her role in the narrative. Just like Niko is there to support and help other characters in whatever way they seem to need, her surname hammers it home by including 佐 not once but twice.

2: Riza (リザ) Niko's mother's given name. Somewhat odd here is that it's written in katakana and not kanji. Without getting sidetracked too much (you can pop over here to read more if you're interested) most Japanese people write their names in kanji.

Katakana seems like a bit of a strange choice here, unless a) Niko for some reason doesn't know the kanji for her own mother's name (weird, given that she's in high school) b) her mother is a foreigner (a possibility; foreigners usually write their names in katakana) c) the set designer/whoever prepped the letters didn't know the appropriate kanji for "Riza" (seems unlikely, given how accurate all the rest of this is) or d) some sort of personal habit. An interesting side note is that her letter to Niko also puts Niko's name in katakana.

3: Cutesy stationery, used for marking your place in a document or book

4: A cute blue purse!

5: Watermelon! Judging by the shiny material and placement near the other bag, I'm going to guess this is another purse

6: Niko's clothes :>

7: Pink luggage

8: Lots of instant noodles

9: A rice cooker

10: Rice vinegar

11: This girl LOVES her some plants

12: Probably food items…? The one on the right looks like it might be a five-pound bag of rice, but I don't recognize the brand

13: Lots of unwashed dishes

14: A toaster oven

15: Chopsticks

16: A cute octopus pillow. I think I saw someone mention that it's from Ikea :>

17: She often leaves dirty dishes sitting on the bedside table

18: A painting of what seems to be a skyscape

19: Brightly colored pillows

20: Metal art in the shape of a moon

21: A decorative window hanging

22: More plants :)

23: Candles

24: Her tv

25: Cute pens with pompoms on the end

26: Regular tape

27: A cute cat statue

28: Marble Pop Ramune, strawberry flavor. Ramune is a type of soda that's a popular festival drink in Japan. It's sealed with a  glass marble and you have to pop the marble down into the little catch basin before you can drink it.

29: Anime wall décor

30: Fruit jelly cups. In Japan, small gelatin based snacks like this are popular. They're tiny, about an inch tall, and you eat them in just one or two bites.

31: Niko's laptop. She has stickers on it

32: Washi tape! It's decorative Japanese tape, often with bright colors and patterns, used for crafting.

33: A lot of cute magnets, including the bunny one, which serves double-duty as a kitchen timer

34: Niko's grocery list. The only thing on here that's here because she wants it is strawberry ice cream. The rest of the items, licorice tea, manuka honey, and Epsom salts, are all natural remedies. She's been trouble-shooting how to get rid of the effects of the sprites. She knows she's sick, but not why

35: Cutesy craft supplies! Sequins, glitter, and pompoms

36: More washi tape!

37: Niko's manga collection. She is that particular brand of organizational mess that does not put her numbered volumes in order. She has made an exception for the series that makes a complete picture when you line them up, though

38: More plants :)

39: Manga posters! Issho is one of the series that she has on her shelf

40: A decorative jar

41: Little metal bird sculptures

42: What seems to be the only framed picture in her room. The angle is wrong to see what the photo is, but it's interesting that they added just one in here. Maybe it's her family…?

[kokorowoutsu]

Put 🫂 in a separate post so people can reply with farewell messages to your muse at the Moon Festival before the closing ceremonies.