#you know how it is with a healer gf

[smallest-turtle]

Getting asked by the girl you've had a crush on for like a year 'oh, youve never eaten grass before?' and not even reevaluating your stance

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hope you’re doing okay. Migraines are the worst 🙁 Loved the HC you posted awhile back with Garrick taking on Xaden’s gf as his sister. Got me all in my Garrick feels 💙 I have a request for some Garrick x reader hurt/comfort.

Hurt

I don’t know if it’s out of fear or love or care or amazing obsession skills or a mix of it all but this man can read you like the ink on paper. He notices your moods. He says it’s your eyes that give you away but in reality, it’s your body language, especially the way you play with your fingers or how you clean around the room you both share even if everything is already clean. And he knows how to make these things easier. Can feel when you need space. So he lets you breathe in the space alone. He trains with Xaden then, goes for a run. He knows when to hold you. To drop it all and wrap you up in his arms. Letting you cling to him as if he is the only lifeline.

It’s the other things, physical things, he can’t prepare. Garrick’s whole body goes numb. The voices around him turn to mush as he sees you walking through the gates. Walking is a genuine way of saying it. “Hold it”, he shoves the papers towards one of the recruits that had been running through formation details with him. “I said fucking hold it”, he shoves harder before pushing past him.

His palms are tingling, almost going numb. As he watches you trying to keep a straight face. You’re here, he keeps telling himself, you’re here and you’re breathing. But it’s the slightest trembling in your hand, the pale color draining your usual rosy cheeks. It feels like forever that handful of steps towards you. As if someone is stretching the distance between you both on purpose.

“What hurts?”, The first words he’s saying to you as he finally gets to touch you. Hands bracing you up by your elbows. “It’s all okay”, you shake your head as you walk alongside him. “Don’t you it’s okay me”, he grunts, trying to put as much of your weight on him so you could walk easier.

“Give me the hand”, he gestures to the hand you have wrapped around your middle. “I can’t…”, you mutter. Garrick frowns, “What do you mean you…”, his fingers reach for your hand, palm brushing over the damp leather. Leather that leaves his fingers red. “Love…”, he whispers, eyes darting up to you. “Just need a healer, a mender anything”, you say through gritted teeth, feeling the tremors starting to shake your body. Garrick simply gives you a clipped nod, reaching to bring you into his arms.

You had lost consciousness halfway to the medical wing. The healers had been reassuring him ever since that it was all gonna be okay but he just didn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe it. Not until he saw your eyes again. He had watched over the healer’s shoulder the whole time as he worked on your wound. Had pulled rank so he could stay in the room. Had hissed every single time he thought the male was handling it rougher than he should have.

“Hey”, his head snaps up so fast, that he nearly falls back with the whole chair. And here they are. His favorite eyes, looking back at him. Tired but alive. He lets out a breath one he didn’t even know he was holding. “What happened to your hair?”, you ask with a slight frown. “You…”, his words die midway, “You”, he tries again but his eyes close this time as he lets his head fall.

You reach out for him instantly, letting your fingers brush over his wrists, the hands that are covering his face. “My love”, you muse, watching him shake his head. “You should have seen the other guy”, you try to joke, “He won’t be walking”.

Garrick’s head shots up, “You were attacked? Who the fuck attacked you?”, you can see the fire in his eyes, the promise to bring nothing but pain to the ones that hurt you. “It doesn’t matter now”, you whisper. He opens his mouth to argue but you reach out for him, muttering a quiet, “Please”. Garrick watches you for a moment before his fingers wrap around your palm, as he brings it closer to his face, nuzzling into it. Letting the now warm skin slowly melt the fear away.

“I thought that… thought this was…”, he frowns, shaking his head. “I’m right here, with you”, you smile at him weakly, “Drained some blood but isn’t it good for you sometimes?”, “Don’t joke about it for fucks sake” Garrick grunts, shooting you a look. “I love you”, you mutter, “I’m sorry for scaring you”. Garrick lets out a sigh, leaning in to press his forehead against yours, “I love you so much. I’m never letting you out on a mission alone”. You chuckle slightly, “I don’t doubt that”.

[sansaorgana]

hi babes!! i saw that you’re taking requests for wil ohmsford and i NEEDED to request something bc OMG THATS MY MAN!! S2 wil has a literal chokehold on me…like that scene where he’s injured and on the bed with mareth helping him GOODNIGHT!

so like imagine it’s wil and his gf and he’s just being so stubborn with her and not letting her help, but she’s so sweet and caring that he just folds for her and goes so soft :(( like he cries at her touch and she just kisses him and tells him he loves him/he’ll be okay while patching him up 😣😣 and they both just sweetly make out (or do more..)

also i know deep down that man has a praise kink so ☺️ OK I NEED TO BE SEDATED AND LOCKED OFF THIS APP

i love your work SO MUCH girl hope ur doing well <3

hello, love! 🌼 thank you for the request 😀 it was the only one with Wil that I have received LOL 😅 and it was my first time writing for him as well 😏 I made it smutty and he's a veeery soft boy 🤭

I had to close my requests for now because I got so many 🙏🏻

🔞 THIS FIC IS 18+ 🔞

Wil was kind, sweet and obliging most of the time but he tended to be stubborn as well. Because of his kind nature, he was easy to take advantage of sometimes and he could be clumsy in the situations where clumsiness could cost you a life. So, obviously, you were worried about him. Especially now, when some fanatics were hunting magic users like your boyfriend.

His training to become a healer was not going as well as he had been imagining it and it was bringing him down these days. You remained by his side and waited for him to finish his course so you could go back to your village where he would help the people and heal them. But so far everything seemed to go wrong. Wil was determined to become a healer, though, even though everyone kept telling him that perhaps it was not his calling, after all. Magic was his gift. On the other hand, you didn’t want him to use it too often if there were people hunting magic users. And magic itself had its price as well…

You were sitting on the edge of the bed and worrying. Trying to read a book, but it was difficult to focus on it. It was late and dark and Wil wasn’t back yet, which was causing your thoughts to go places you would rather not go to. You put the book down and started to fidget with your fingers nervously. The sounds of laughter and screams coming from a pub nearby were the only noises you could hear on that warm night. That, and the crickets.

You stood up and began pacing around worryingly when Wil finally came back to your small house that you called home these days. But it didn’t matter because your home was where he was either way.

“Wil!” You scolded him at first but when you approached him, you noticed that his shirt was torn open and there was a huge, bleeding wound on his ribs. His face had a fresh bruise, too, and he was bleeding from his lip.

You reached your hands out to delicately touch his chest and he hissed at your touch. You raised your widened eyes to look into his baby blue ones.

“Wil! What happened?” You asked him in panic and he limped to your bed to sit on the edge of it and groaned out of pain.

“I was at the pub…” He confessed and winced.

“At the pub? What for?” You asked and sat next to him, caressing his hair gently.

“It doesn’t matter now,” he shook his head. You cupped his face to turn it around and force him to look at you.

“What happened?” You bit on your lower lip as your fingers caressed his cheeks. Your eyes filled with tears at the sight of him being in so much pain.

“It’s nothing, really. Just hand me the stones, please,” he pointed at the nightstand table.

He had them hidden in the drawer there, in a brown leather sack – three blue elfstones that he could activate with his magic. But whenever he would, you could see how much it cost him. You didn’t want Wil to use them as much as he did. After the horrors he had been through, he would often use the elfstones to simply run away from his problems and ease his mind.

You furrowed your brow and pulled up the sleeves of his jacket and shirt to reveal the burns on his hands from using the elfstones too much. You shook your head. No, you didn’t want him to use them again. At least not for this sort of thing – which you could patch up perfectly well on your own.

“Let me see…” You gently touched his fresh wound again. “It’s not infected. I can handle that.”

“No!” Wil snapped and you froze. His face softened immediately. “No, darling, I will do it, just hand me the stones.”

“I will not,” you stated with all seriousness.

“Fine then, I’ll do it myself,” he groaned and moved up to be able to reach the nightstand but the sharp pain suddenly worsened and he winced in discomfort, still stubbornly trying to reach for the drawer.

“Wil, please, stop,” you pleaded with tears in your eyes. “Stop, I can handle it. It’s gonna be fine,” you grabbed his hand that he was reaching out and you squeezed it in yours reassuringly. “My love, please, just let me take care of you,” you caressed his cheek with your free hand.

Without a word, Wil nodded and you saw a few tears escaping his pretty eyes. You wiped them with your thumb before they would stream down his face. You leaned in and placed a kiss upon his forehead.

“We have to get rid of that shirt, yes?” You talked him through it softly as you began slowly getting rid of his clothes.

Wil didn’t protest this time. Quite the opposite – he started to lean into your touch and let you take care of him. Nothing but soft whimpers of pain were leaving his pretty lips while you were shushing him lovingly.

“Shhh, pretty boy, I can handle that, it’s fine,” you kept saying.

Once he was in his underwear, you helped him to sit down on your bed and lean on the pillows. You caressed his hair one more time before placing a kiss on the top of his head. Then you got up to get your first aid kit. To be honest, you had quite a few lying around since Wil was training to become a healer.

When you sat on the edge of the bed to disinfect his wounds, he hissed out of pain and sobbed a little, instantly blushing at this display of vulnerability.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay, I love you,” you kissed his flushed cheeks. “It’s okay to cry when it hurts, my love,” you assured him and went back to gently disinfecting the wounds and dabbing the soothing ointment onto them. “So… What happened at the pub, Wil?” You raised your eyebrow at him when you spotted his muscles slowly relaxing under your touch.

“It’s… It’s nothing…” He looked away, visibly not wanting to share the details.

“My boyfriend comes back home all wounded and it’s nothing?” You couldn’t help a little snort.

Wil swallowed a lump in his throat as he hesitated. Finally, he spoke up:

“Just promise me that you won’t be worried,” he looked into your eyes. His own blue ones were giving you a look of a scared puppy and you leaned in to join your foreheads together before rubbing your nose with his.

“How can I not be, sweet darling? I always am worried about you, I love you,” you whispered softly. “But what is it? You must tell me.”

“I went there because I was in a bad mood and didn’t want to ruin your evening with my grumpiness. Some people recognised me,” Wil explained. “They were not from here and I dealt with them. They won’t spread the word about me, so don’t worry, alright?” He quickly added but you were furrowing your brows at his concerning words already.

“What do you mean that some people recognised you?” You asked. “As a magic user?”

“No,” Wil shook his head. “I mean, yes. But they weren’t after me just because of that. Apparently there’s… There’s…” He didn’t know how to finish his sentence as he looked away again. “There’s a price on my head.”

You froze at his words as your heart skipped a beat. A price on your sweet Wil’s head? For what? For saving the world? For being the most adorable man with those cute short tips that you adored? No, it made no sense. But the world was full of cruel people who would want to hurt good men like him.

“We must leave this place,” you finally said.

“No. Not before I finish my training,” Wil insisted, looking at you pleadingly.

“I don’t care if you become a healer or not. I don’t want something bad to happen to you. If we go back home and end up as simple farmers, I’ll be just as happy. I just want you to be okay…” You tried to reason with him.

“I do care. I want to become a healer!” Wil exclaimed and then he cleared his throat and looked down. “I know I’m a failure but I want to finish this training.”

“You’re not a failure, Wil,” you sighed and moved the first aid kit aside after taking the bandage out of it. You adjusted Wil softly to have a better access to the wound on his chest and you began to wrap the bandage around it. “Please, don’t call yourself that. You saved the world, remember?” You tried to cheer him up somehow. It was hard to believe sometimes that this guy was a hero and he seemed to be forgetting that as well.

“Yeah, but that was not a part of the plan. My plan was to become a healer and I’m failing at that,” he whispered shakily.

You didn’t want to argue with him more tonight so you just pursed your lips and finished to bandage him in silence. Then you kissed his forehead and leaned him back onto the pillows before standing up to put the first aid kit back to its place. You also washed your hands in a bowl of water and all this time you kept overthinking that tonight Wil could have lost his life. And instead of running away from this place, he insisted on staying.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Wil asked you and you turned around to face him.

“I’m worried,” you admitted and he cracked a smile that filled your heart with so much love that you were scared it would explode.

“You promised you wouldn’t.”

“I did not say such a thing, Wil Ohmsford!” You protested before approaching the bed to crawl up to him and join your lips together in a soft and sweet kiss.

You were careful with him because of his injuries but also because you were always gentle with him overall. How could you not be? He was the sweetest man in the world, of that you were sure. As sweet as a bag of candy and always so kind. Only Wil could see the goodness in everyone and their worth to be loved. And he was yours, all yours at the end of the day. 

Just thinking of that made you moan into his mouth as you placed your hands on his shoulders and gently moved up to sit astride him. Your lips were still connected, not leaving each other even for a moment but, eventually, you pulled away to catch a breath and he looked up with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Let me make you feel good, pretty boy,” you breathed out and he nodded softly before you leaned in to join your lips again but this time the kiss was more passionate and eager.

Wil placed his hands on your hips and softly pulled on the fabric of the nightgown you were already wearing. He exposed the soft flesh of your thighs and your ass before letting his hands wander all over. You could feel through your underwear that he was getting hard under his own. You smirked at that and started to kiss him with even more passion, assaulting his mouth with your tongue, making him whimper under you. Your hands moved to his jaw now, cupping his face to hold it in place while you were devouring his lips.

Your hips started to move, humping his erection in circles as you started to moan into his mouth. You could feel the shivers going down his body at your movements – it never took much for Wil to be like that for you. So desperate, nearly pathetically but you’d never call it this way. He was just devoted to you and he worshipped the ground you were walking on. To have you pleasuring him was always turning him into a whiny mess who would stare up at you lovingly. Meanwhile, when it was him on top of you, he would always try his hardest to make you feel good. He was a giver and a pleaser – not that you wanted to complain about that.

But now it was time for him to receive all of your sweet loving. You moved his hands up and helped him to get rid of your nightgown completely before throwing it on the floor. Then you placed his big hands on your breasts and Wil squeezed them immediately as you smiled.

You broke the kiss again because of the slight lack of oxygen and you caressed his hair while moaning softly at the friction his erection was giving to your needy pussy.

“You feel so good, my love, so good,” you assured him.

The praise was enough to feel that his cock started to leak precum. You smiled at that but didn’t want to tease him.

“Here, let me…” You took his underwear off and freed his hard, achy cock. The tip was swollen and drooling. “Let me take care of that mess, baby,” you cooed to him and adjusted yourself on his lap to grab his length and start pumping it slowly.

You watched Wil’s pretty eyes fluttering and rolling to the back of his head as he threw his head back. His hands still played with your breasts and pulled on your nipples that made you moan each time. Broken whimpers were leaving his lips whenever you would run your thumb across the wet tip of his cock and your free hand caressed the muscles of his chest.

“You’re such a pretty boy,” you praised him and felt more of his precum spurting out onto your hand. You gasped audibly at that as Wil whined. “Oh, my darling…” You leaned in to pepper his face with tiny little kisses. “My sweet, sweet boy…”

You moved up slightly and pressed your clothed hot pussy to the wet tip of his cock. Your hand, still wrapped around his length, began to rub yourself with it. Wil forced his eyes to open as he kept watching you in awe with his mouth slightly open and hazy eyes.

“You want to feel my pussy, baby?” You asked him sweetly between heavy gasps. “You have to ask for it, my love.”

You loved to tease him like that although you needed him inside of you just as much.

“P-please,” Wil whined and lowered his hands from your breasts to your hips to help your movements.

“Good boy,” you praised him.

“Please,” he whimpered and you could see how his eyes filled with tears.

At that delicious sight, you decided to stop torturing him and you moved up to remove your own underwear as fast as possible. When you were both finally naked, you grabbed his cock and guided it into your pussy. Lowering yourself slowly on his length, you were getting drunk on Wil’s whimpers. His hands kept squeezing your hips to help you and tears of pleasure escaped his eyes.

“Aw, baby, shh,” you shushed him once you were seated. You moved closer to his body, carefully, making sure you wouldn’t cause him pain by accident. 

Wil wrapped his strong arms around your body and hid his face in your chest, between your breasts. You kissed the top of his head and began to slowly bounce on his cock. He moaned and clinged to you as you started to chase your highs. Your soft moans filled the air while you rocked on his cock up and down and back and forth with your hands on Wil’s shoulders. You held onto them to keep steady and occasionally scratched his skin there gently.

“You’re such a good boy to me, baby,” you assured him when you felt his hips needily bucking up into you for more. It was making you feel dizzy since his cock was hitting your sweet spot each time. “Such a good boy,” you added.

Wil turned his head and kissed your breast while you caressed his cheek softly and picked up your pace.

“I want to protect you from everything, baby,” you whispered and held his head delicately as if he could break if you pressed too hard.

Because sometimes you were scared of that, actually – he was so sweet and so good that you were scared he was not real and if you squeezed him too tight, he would disappear.

The moves of his hips became more chaotic now and after a few rougher thrusts, he spilled himself inside of you with a loud, shaky moan, hiding his face between your tits again. The sight and the sound alongside the feeling of all the shivers going down his body was enough to make you reach your high, too. You buried your face in his hair and came hard, squeezing his spent cock with a whimper and fingernails digging into his shoulders.

You stayed like that for a while, catching your breaths. You could feel him softening slowly inside of you but your skins were so sticky from sweat that you didn’t want to pull away from him at all. However, eventually, you had to.

Wil leaned back onto the pillows again and his eyes rolled back with a sigh. You chuckled at that and stood up to grab a cloth and wash yourselves although your legs were shaky now.

“Do you feel better now, baby?” You asked him with a sweet smile when he forced his eyes to open and focus them on you.

“You’re an angel, sweetheart,” he praised you.

You smiled at the words and dropped the cloth onto the floor before crawling up on the bed and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Always watching over you, darling,” you assured him.

MASTERLIST

[chaethewriter]

Jack Champion x gamer gf! reader

J. Champion with a gamer gf headcanons

a gym rat and gamer girl in love.

A/N: incredibly short and silly, because this was just on my mind.

◇ even before he had asked you if he could be your boyfriend, he knew about your gaming addiction— obsession.

◇ no matter where he saw you, your eyes were always set on a screen.

◇ whether that be on your PlayStation, computer or even the Nintendo Switch.

◇ he knew you liked gaming, but when you started dating, he truly got to meet gamer you.

◇ you stayed at his house often, it was almost your second home.

◇ the main reason being: the two of you were glued together.

◇ it doesn't matter what either of you were doing, as long as you did it together.

◇ moments when you sat somewhere with your phone being opened on Genshin, waiting at the gym while he was training.

◇ this also meant your stuff being in his bedroom.

◇ your Nintendo Switch for example.

◇ whenever the two of you were free from any work and college, you would be lying down on the bed, resting your head into his lap.

◇ you would be playing any form of tactical strategic game as he ran his fingers through your hair.

◇ he would watch the way your nose scrunched up as you glared at the screen to figure out how to ambush the enemy without getting your team killed.

◇ the movie he had put on the television long forgotten as he watched you in admiration.

◇ he would give commentary as he watched you, asking you things that he saw as he was genuinely interested in the stuff you like.

◇ "babe? What does that icon mean?"

◇ "do you get to dress up your main character?"

◇ "is there a reason why you put the arrow users behind the sword users?"

◇ he knows he might sound dumb, but he was genuinely wondering.

◇ you looked like you knew what you were doing, as if you put all of your energy into it.

◇ it was cute.

"Are you sure I can try? I mean I don't want to ruin your rounds-"

"Jack, babe, it's fine! I will help you." You were playing 'fire emblem three houses' on Jack's lap, but you couldn't help but feel a gaze burning into your skin. You had looked to the side, watching how he watched you with interest. You knew that look, he was curious, eager to try.

So you told him he could.

You were still in his lap, the Switch in his hands as yours were on top of his to guide him.

"What I always do is keep the bow user behind with the healer, before that I usually put mages, then axes and polearms and swords. I usually put cavalry on their own as they're pretty strong. Sometimes I leave them with healers, as they also have another weapon to use so that the cavalry isn't all alone."

He had no idea what you were saying and it was noticeable in the way he was playing.

Attacking a cavalry with a bow user, but he was getting there.

You couldn't tell him off, though. The way he was fully concentrating in the game with his chin resting against the top of your head.

◇ when the two of you were at your home, he would sit you on his lap as he watched you game.

◇ one of his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you in place, his other hand occupied by his phone.

◇ his phone was long forgotten though, as he watched you carry in your valorant match.

◇ you play without a headset when Jack is around so that he doesn't feel closed off or ignored.

◇ this is how he hears the toxicity of Valorant though.

◇ genuinely gets angry when you get insulted.

"Bro, why you assuming aimbot? Not my fault I can actually aim." You groaned into the mic as your fingers aggressively tapped on the WASD keys. You got into yet another toxic match and it was pissing you off.

"Make me a fucking sandwich, fucking bitch."

Now that made Jack furious. The grip on your waist got tighter as he cussed the other player out into the mic. He wouldn't let anyone get off the hook so easily, not when they degraded his girl.

"Who do you think you are, fucker? Treating women like trash? You're so fucking pathetic." His voice was hoarse as he spoke, venom laced into his words.

◇ worries when you play any game that involves communication via the mic after hearing what words are exchanged.

◇ call of duty, apex, valorant.

◇ any shooter games.

◇ he just worries that the words will get to you, but seeing how much you enjoy the game, as well as the way you knew how to reply to such comments he just knew you would be okay.

◇ that wouldn't stop him from being the overprotective boyfriend, though.

◇ eventually, Jack actually wanted to spend his time gaming with you as well.

◇ you were over the moon when he had told you that.

◇ your gym addicted boyfriend? Wanting to learn about the game world?

◇ you knew you had to start easy.

◇ something cute, interactive but romantic.

◇ minecraft.

◇ he knew about minecraft. He had played it a couple times with friends, but that was years ago.

◇ he had bought the game on his phone and you helped him with his own avatar!

◇ fun fact: the name of your shared world is actually your shipname.

◇ he hits all the flowers he can find for you.

◇ his entire inventory is filled with different kinds of flowers.

◇ follows you around like a lost puppy when the two of you go hunting.

◇ wants to be your knight in shining armor, but only has flowers to smack the zombies with.

◇ screamed when a creeper blew up not so far away from him.

◇ gets distracted by the most stupid things he can find.

"do we need this web?"

"rotten flesh? Should I take it?"

"this polar bear reminds me of you babe!"

"babe help! I lose you."

"can you come get me? I think I'm lost."

◇ he loves to spend his time building you guys' house and he acts like that's actually what your house will look like.

◇ "hmm, I actually want the dinner table to be here, since you like sitting down and facing that way, right"

◇ you told him it's just a game, but he wants it to be as accurate as possible.

◇ he squealed when you tamed a cat and called it Butters.

◇ he spends time fixing cute dates in minecraft while you're busy with college: picnics, mini zoos— since he knows you're more of an indoor person.

◇ you thank him with a lot of irl kisses.

◇ all over all, he's trying for you and he enjoys spending time with you, no matter what. <3

◇ BONUS

◇ he is so jealous whenever he catches you playing gacha games.

◇ why? He always catches you drooling at some hot animated characters.

◇ sits far away frowning, arms crossed as he watches you giggling at your phone.

"Babe! I'm the real deal! He doesn't exist!"

◇ he just wants attention, pls tell him you love him. <3

[belit0]

Hashirama, Madara, Izuna, Shunsui and Itachi with their gf getting a surgery/procedure to be able to see. She lost her eyesight at a very young age(2 or 3 yrs old) after an attack on her village damaged her eyes and a medical ninja finds out about a possible way to restore it. Of course her man would be the first thing she'd want to see.

Please and thank you!

Here we go!

Madara

- The excitement is real, but so is the fear. (Y/N) fell in love with his voice, his touch, the delicacy of his actions and the tone with which he speaks to her, what if she doesn't find him attractive? What if the mental image she built of him does not match reality and she decides to leave him? He couldn't blame her, of course not, but dread haunts him from the moment he learns (Y/N) can regain her sight until the point when the blindfold is removed and she sees him for the first time. Trembling, he smiles at her with insecurity, fearing immediate rejection, but his soul returns to his body when he sees her cry with joy and embrace him with love.

Izuna

- He doesn't doubt his looks or the love (Y/N) has for him, but how she'll feel once she regains her sight. Having lost it so young, there may be things she wants to do, making up for lost time in one way or another, and those plans may or may not include him. Should she decide to resume the life that was taken from her without him by her side, there is not much he can do about it, allowing her whatever space is necessary and praying to the god Indra for her to return to his arms. Of course, his worries seem like foolish thoughts and not much real when she rushes into his arms and kisses him passionately, any doubts dispelled.

Shisui

- The ground shifts beneath him. He has no insecurities about his looks, he knows he is a conventionally beautiful man and that there is nothing wrong with his personality, (Y/N) fell in love with him because of his inner self, but having her sight back changes everything. Shisui became a mama bird since he met her, and her finally gaining her visual freedom makes him feel not needed, as if (Y/N) will do without him, his help forgotten. Love and passion are not in doubt, but he is afraid of what his role will ultimately be at her side once she can see. Of course, he doesn't even think about that a few days after the procedure, and realizes their relationship may ascend to an unknown level for them both, new opportunities. Amazing.

Itachi

- Full of confidence in everything but the procedure. Itachi himself researches the technique they'll use on (Y/N) extensively before it happens, and makes her reconsider it a few times just in case. He helps her analyze all the possible outcomes, and refuses to not be present when it takes place. He's not worried about the after, completely confident in what they have and built together, but the during. What if someone makes a mistake? If some doctor screws up and takes the love of his life away from him? Not a chance. He will be present, silent, and hands-off ( because he doesn't know the technique but knows a few things in general) but ready to jump to the aid of any situation, extremely close so as to be the first face his wife sees.

Hashirama

- Being one of the best ninja healers par excellence, Hashirama sets out on a campaign to learn the technique and perform it himself. It is (Y/N) who makes him give up on the idea solely because of the risks it may entail, not wanting her husband to take the blame in case something doesn't go as planned. Hashirama will refuse to stay away or not learn how to do it, and will work closely with the ninjas who will perform the technique just to be prepared in case his help is needed. He will be part of the procedure, without any doubts about the aftermath or the reaction (Y/N) may have upon seeing him, only worried about his wife getting back what was stolen from her when she was a child. They both cry when they meet, finally getting to know him completely, and it is the happiest moment they live together.

[revenge-of-the-shit]

The thing about the live action change with Katara and all the female waterbenders is that this attempted girlboss moment just does not work. Not only is terribly forced, it's also just tactically stupid. The enemy is literally launching fireballs at the city and Katara has gathered up all the female waterbenders who are supposedly (we are supposed to infer) only healers and completely untrained in fighting and it's supposed to be a #girlboss victory that Pakku relents and allows them to fight?? Like, even if several of them were in fact either secret prodigies or warriors who trained in secret (and I don't doubt there must have been), it's also just a tactically stupid decision in a battle to 1. Put all of your healers and medics on the front lines doing wall repair and battle instead of, you know, healing the injured soldiers and civilians, and 2. Put untrained fighters in a battle, and 3. Put an untrained child with no tactical training in charge, no matter how much of a prodigy and how intelligent and willful she is.

If they changed the script even slightly and given female waterbenders a chance to train, like how Katara did in the OG, it would make much more sense. If they had something else - maybe one of the senior disciples had been secretly training his female waterbenders friends in secret, and they in turn had been training a few - or perhaps, maybe there were some friends, a guy learning to heal while his gf learned to fight from each other - maybe it would have helped. Unfortunately they did not and this scene served only to fall completely flat.

[stromuprisahat]

Zlatá Malina (Golden Raspberry), pt. 9 (or 14 or more, but whatever...)

Siege and Storm- Chapter 20

The confrontation after Alina witnesses Malyen's newest hobby of beating up male Grisha and kissing female Grisha that aren't her., pt. 1

Touché!

He should represent Alina, think about HER in the first place. How HIS actions might reflect on her...

But that would require him to take his job seriously.

But it's not HIS time, is it? He accepted a role that doesn't have a clear 9-17 schedule, yet he acts in ways that have negative impact on it.

I don't wanna be vulgar, but he's the kind of guy, who "listens" to how worn out his gf is, then immediately gets angry she isn't wet and ready as soon as she finishes her rant and he shoves his hand down her pants. Time to get a sidepiece.

A single paragraph, but so much to unpack.

Malyen's physically careless around Alina. I know mental abuse isn't physical abuse YET, but how far is from this short line- from not thinking she might fall- to not thinking she might hit herself, when he suddenly realizes her inside a room full of furniture?

I wanted to yell at him... Yes Alina, send him to Healer! Dr. Mengele's assistants by day, emasculated man child's caretakers by night. Who needs rest?

I wanted to smash my fist into... Sometimes wanting to hurt your loved one isn't about passion, but helpless anger you won't let yourself act on for fear of losing them.

See- Malyen's the one to deliberately wake Alina's instinct to run away from responsibility. Do you understand now, why I want him as far away from her as possible?

... except his "common" is popular and faring well. Hers is sickly and dependent on him. How am I believe he is anything but bad FOR her, when he's incapable to admit this?

It's also hilarious he mentions rank, when he hardly acts as her subordinate. That's not only about cold, polite distance, when people can see. As I wrote before- he should be thinking about her safety and how his actions reflect on her.

He's taunting Alina, well aware she's used to do the emotional work, ridiculing her when she can't this time. And she tries to provide whatever he seems to want, only to be brought lower and lower.

Did it ever occur to you that maybe you were meant to be a queen and I’m not meant to be anything at all? Yeah, it might be all that romantic media, but if you can't bear the thought she might be a goddess to your speck of dust, perhaps you don't deserve her.

(Da tag)

[asmrrpaddict]

Audios that make tough listeners soft are incredible. There is no denying this fact! I’m not great at showing emotion or asking for help in real situations, so to have listeners like Honey, Darlin’, or ironically enough another reckless werewolf with a healer vampire boyfriend in Extrovert Ed’s Reckless Transfusion (that I’m currently listening to for the 3/4 time. I’ll put a link for the playlist at the bottom.) makes my heart warm. And makes me realize I want more sweet vampire bf x tough werewolf (preferably, but obviously not required) gf.

Especially when the speaker hugs them and says things like “you don’t have to be strong with me”, “It’s ok to let go”, or they would do anything to keep the listener safe and that they feel safe in return. It helps the real listeners (not listener character) who are like that. It can show us there can be people who will love them and show them they are worthy of receiving the love, support, and affection they have a hard time showing even when they feel it. Those literally leave me in tears, because I have been that way my whole life and I don’t know how to stop. Being open scares me. I can’t help it. I am trying though.

As many people in my life know, I don’t talk to you unless I am truly comfortable doing so. I can and will talk to someone if I need to, but I can only joke with or open up to those I feel connected with in some way. Online, most of the time, I can talk up a storm if it’s something I know, am interested in, or if it’s something like this, but irl. 🤐

I love that there are those VAs who realize there are people who need to hear these things. Heck that they themselves may need to hear them. 🫂 to them.

Thanks for coming to my ramble. Again those who know my posts know that I can start out writing a single sentence and end up with a chapter. Making a post like this is scaring me, but I’m doing it anyway.

✌🏻

Seriously! Check out this 👇 playlist! It is incredible! 💜 If you like Sam and Darlin’ you’ll love this series too! I can’t remember which I found first, but both are wonderful and Ed is fantastic!!

[prhvlbop]

daan te's inferno

so i feel like the fandom perception of pocketcat has herniated away from the explicit information that he is a pedophile, like that is just.. what his character is about, primarily, alongside other things. it's uncomfortable to see people trying to get around that for how and why they like him. but anyway, his character basis of what makes him frightening is that he is a charming and polite and charismatic welcoming friendly figure in a setting that lacks friendly faces almost entirely and he's also a pedophile, which is pretty true to life honestly. in both games he offers tempting and valuable resources to you that are difficult to get anywhere else

daan's character backstory is fairly long. some people interpret his parents trying to pass the healing gift of sylvian onto him as an allusion to him being transgender*, which makes me happy to see, but i'm also curious about the other ways you can read his backstory and interested in the cyclical framing of daan pretty textually undergoing different forms of CSA at different points of his childhood--

(the entire nature of sylvian cult worship referenced in the prior mentioned 'passing the healing gift of sylvian onto him', i saw someone else point out that daan doesn't learn any of sylvian's skills at this time which implies it would have been through other traditional sylvian healing methods, the options you can choose in regards to him surviving on the streets at age 13 have him either performing sylvian healing for money or being weirdly propositioned for information by your girlfriends dad, etc)

-- and he transforms into pocketcat as his moonscorched form, despite it also being true that daan is not a pedophile and the transformation has more to do with his failed pursuit of the cultist god, and removal of himself from his own life, the entire "The most important thing learned is that you trade your life, your self in the practice of medicine. That is the price to save lives of the others." mantra (reaffirmed by seeing pocketcat's dimension room changing from stuffed animals, etc, objects associated with children, to a crime scene related to daan's gf's sacrifice that he's obsessed with resolving for obvious reasons)

then that line about how pocketcat has been following him since long before coming to prehevil...

i'm not really putting anything together here in a big explanation, but i think the contrast is interesting. daan's life circularly starts with him getting traumatized from sexual events as a child by multiple different figures who have power over him, and the rest of his life has been completely defined by these events and what he learned during it. there's not a single thing he currently does that doesn't somehow tie back to sylvian. it made him a healer. it's how he met everyone he knew that was important to him. it was repeatedly the only thing he could use to try and have a life, one he merely survives by becoming detached from himself and the pain of others. you have to trade your entire self away in order to save the lives of others. and in the end the worst outcome he can imagine to become is a dehumanized caricature of a god's servant who would do the same things that happened to him 15 years ago

*note: i have not read dante's inferno and don't know anything about it

*note 2:

[nanistar]

What are the origins for Saltburn's clan? Did you generate the clans from a Clan-generator thing or did you think of everything your own, or some other thing?

everything on my own! i've always liked the desert, and after getting back from a particularly rough and disappointing trip to the mojave (i caught covid and then developed a tooth abscess 0/10 dont recommend) i wanted to set a MAP there. i had had a vaguely desert-themed sol map in mind for a few years but hadn't done anything with it, do i decided to work on it. i created a decent amount of concept art and lore for it before deciding that I don't really like hosting maps and wasn't really interested in following thru and putting in the effort. then i thought about creating some fanclans there, and before going to sleep i dm'd myself "mojave clans sunclan briskwater vulturepaw saltsomething" few days later made concept art for those three characters and decided to fully trash my sol map and repurpose it to these new clans. i had intended for vulturepaw to be the main focus but friends loved saltburn so much she won the popularity contest and i started focusing on her, made her a GF and the rest was history. and tbqh i don't know why i didn't think of mojave clans sooner. did a lot of research about the various mojave biomes n such. considered having the clans in Death Valley but decided against it, because that would lend itself to too hostile of an environment and i wanted to showcase the beauty of the desert (that being said, at this point in time im only sharing this with my friends and have no plans on making a comic) i wanted joshua trees, native only to the mojave, but i also wanted saguaro cactuses, and those are native to the sonoran desert n surrounding areas, which luckily touches the mojave, so they live in an imaginary valley where both those biomes meet.

the moonclan plotline came a bit later because i had the plains, the saguaro bloom, and the salt marshes, but wanted a fourth biome for a fourth weird adaption. ended up deciding that they lived in mineshafts, since in the OG sol map script, the tunnels under wind and thunderclan was going to be old mineshafts. then i decided they were nocturnal and would come out around the mountain at night, then i started thinking about how animals evolve in deep remote caves, and i thought that would be fucked up and cool, so i decided that they lived deep in the mines and never came out except for the healer. the lore wrote itself after that.

thennnnn a few weeks after a rewatch of the Fellowship of the ring with my roommate, i couldn't stop thinking about how badass that opening was, and i started imagining the opening prose to my mojave clans, and that became the pre-prologue, which i sketched out for funsies and ppl liked. and . well. genuinely had no plans other than the scraps of lore, only a handful of characters, and had never successfully kept up on a comic before but knew how i wanted to begin, and knew my major plot points and everything else has come to me as i work in the last year.

[darlingmisa]

Agents as your gf (Pt.3)

This took so long to get out I almost forgot about this little series but here is the final part <3 I can't believe this was the first thing I ever really posted on here >.<

wc: 903

Killjoy

She’s like a little giggly teenager allll the time. Absolutely loves pda and showing you off whenever and wherever she can. Drags you everywhere with her (not that you’re complaining) and always has her hand in yours, fingers laced together. She’s just happy to be around you at any time. 

Killjoy definitely doesn’t sleep much, if at all. You practically have to drag her away from her desk and into bed most nights. One thing that always works is promising hours of cuddles. She loves being chest to chest with you, feeling your soft breathing on her neck, and really just loves the feeling of you in her arms. 

At one point made a little bot to follow you around. Something small enough that you can keep it on you but strong enough to protect you if something goes wrong when she’s not around. She knows you can handle yourself just like any of the other agents can, she just gets a little worried sometimes. It's all in love.

Killjoy’s main fear is simply you getting hurt because of her. Whether it's her making a mistake on a mission or one of her creations malfunctioning, she’s terrified of being the reason for any injury of yours. For this reason she usually keeps you out of her lab, or at least away from her main workstation. 

Sage

Sage is another one who isn’t super big on pda unless she sees it’s absolutely necessary at the moment. However this doesn't mean she’s not affectionate. Behind closed doors she’s very loving, holding and making sure you have everything you could need every chance she  gets. 

Being the resident doctor on base, sage knows how important rest can be, which is why she’s adamant on you sleeping in her bed with her every night. Or so she says. She claims that she just wants to make sure you’re sleeping well with no issues, but the way she clings to you in her sleep says otherwise. 

Sage made it clear to brim that you’re not to be assigned a mission if she’s not going along too. Even then she worries that her healing may not be enough to keep you 100% safe. She usually stays close to your side on missions, watching you back and checking any corners you may have missed.

Those rare missions where sage couldn’t come along were the ones that scared her the most. She had no idea if you were safe or not. If you were injured or even dead. She had taught you the basics of tending to your own wounds the best you could if a healer wasn’t around, but even then she couldn’t really calm her nerves until you were back and safe with her.

Astra

Astra doesn’t think of pda as a big thing to worry about, if she wants to hold your hand or hold you, maybe give you a kiss or two, she will. She doesn’t care who’s around, you’re her’s, everyone knows that and if they don’t, she thinks they should.

A big cuddler. Huge on cuddles. Anytime she can just sit and hold you, she will. Especially at night. Whether you two are going to sleep or just resting in one of your beds, Astra’s got an arm around your waist and her head resting on yours. She swears she sleeps best when you’re there, and so do you.

She can’t do much to keep you safe if she’s not there, but she knows you can handle yourself very well. Yes, she worries, of course she does, but she also knows you wouldn’t let yourself get hurt that easily. She always tells you that the stars are keeping you safe.

Astra fears losing you, as would anyone with their s/o. It’s not her only fear, but it’s her biggest one. So despite being a little busy, she does her best to make time for you, and include you in everything she can. 

Skye

Skye’s not too big on pda, in fact, she’s more of an “acts of service” type of girl. She always brings you the things she’s either made or found out in the wild, things like wooden pieces she’s carved are her favorite to bring back to you. When it’s just the two of you though, she’s rather touchy, always having her fingers laced with yours or an arm around your waist. 

That being said, Skye is hugeeee on cuddles. Anytime you two had a moment to sit together she had you wrapped in her arms. Either outside in the middle of nature or in the middle of the night, tangled together in bed, she just really loves to hold you. 

Similar to Sage, Skye is very iffy on you going on a mission without her. Especially when there’s no healer at all. She feels the need to keep you safe, always, if there’s no way to do that, she can get a little anxious. She knows you can keep yourself safe, but she always says it never hurts to have backup. 

Skye isn’t one to fear much, but she absolutely hates seeing you hurt. Of course she can heal and whatnot, but she’d like to avoid you having injuries in the first place. She knows this isn’t realistic, especially given your line of work, but she still does her best to make sure your injuries are minimal if not nonexistent. 

[mk-writes-stuff]

Ok long list of things I'd like to know more about, feel free to ramble to your hearts content

I'd like to hear a little about Tatum

Orazca sounds like an interesting place?

the Wraith that's a kickass name for a ship will we see it alot ?

How do angels fit into the story?

“Feel free to ramble to your heart’s content” is my favourite sentence :)

Tatum is one of the three main characters of the Pirates’ Roost. They are a tidemage (think avatar the last airbender waterbenders) who, at the beginning of the story, works for Captain Jetti, the captain of the Drowned Gull. Tatum is widely believed to be her best friend but in actuality hates her because she’s violently abusive and essentially holding them hostage (they’re dying of cancer and the only known treatment is synthesized from her magical blood). Jetti forces them to do a lot of really horrible things with their powers and they feel very guilty about that

Here’s a picrew of them:

Jetti does get killed eventually, so Tatum gets free of her, but that brings the whole “dying of cancer” thing back, so the crew has to find a way to save them. Which, perfectly enough, segues pretty smoothly into Orazca!

Orazca is a lost city of the Sun Empire, one of the major powers on Ixalan. It was created around an immensely powerful magical artifact called the Immortal Sun that served as a magical amplifier. It was lost for a while (Sun Empire myth says a winged lion with the face of a man stole it away) but was recently re-found. It no longer has the Immortal Sun (that vanished mysteriously and the people who know what happened haven’t bothered to tell) but it still holds a remnant of its power, allowing the city to amplify the powers of mages who are in it. For a healer mage, for example, this could let them cure otherwise-incurable diseases :)

As for the Wraith (credits to my gf for this one), we don’t see too much of it - it’s the main ship of one of the first antagonists. It’s a smuggling ship owned by a sigil-mage captain named Blythe and it can (among other things) turn invisible and turn the winds in its favour. Or, at least, it can until Merry, its sigil-host runs away. Blythe wants him back by any means necessary - but, in Merry’s defense, Blythe is also the sort of woman who carves magical sigils into her crew

The angels… well now I have to go into Ixalan angel lore. There are two kinds of angels on Ixalan. There are the Core angels, who come from the center of the world (Ixalan is a hollow earth) and are magically-empowered immortal humans. They, honestly, aren’t super relevant

The other kind of angels no one really knows exactly where they come from (except Cephlo, who isn’t telling - again credits to my gf for him). A mysterious man named Cephlo appeared to Tatum one day and essentially kidnapped them to torture and drug them into transforming into an angel. Tatum was able to escape, albeit with vestigial wings that needed to be removed and chronic back pain, but the rumour spread and a siren named Morrigan who lost her wings in a fire hunter Cephlo down and demanded that he turn her into an angel. He agreed, although he’s to this day really confused as to why she wanted it. She got a reputation for hunting slavers across the seas and becomes good friends with Captain Amelia

Thank you for the ask! Lmk if there’s anything else you’re curious about, I’m always happy to share :)

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 117

Chapter 117: “Breaking into the Cage, Part 2”

The fact that Anna can locate the different medicines they need on such high shelves is such a simple thing for me to be impressed by, though that may be due to me being nearsighted.. but for real, how can you tell it’s exactly what you’re looking for from so far away? Wouldn’t you wanna read the fine details first?? Of course it’s fun to see Emma effortlessly scale the shelves too.

Ray chiiillllll, the girls will be fine! They could handle themselves with or without Hayato being there. Just accept this precious boy’s help.

As quick and accurate Ray is with shooting the demon’s eye here, I wish he could’ve been as efficient 59 chapters from now..

I know it’s been revealed somewhere that what Ray saw beyond the glass were the mass production children, but I gotta wonder how he handled seeing them, like obviously he’s so shocked that he came to a full stop, but then what? Did he slowly turn away and catch up to Hayato? Or did Hayato go back to snap him out of his confusion then both proceed to run away? Did Ray ask him about what he saw or did Ray keep it to himself so he could focus on the task at hand? Many little possibilities to this scene that’s never really brought up again.

Aahhhh it makes me wanna cry with how well she knows Ray. Yeah it’s mainly due to the promise he made way back after their escape, but also because of all the times he probably had to cover Emma whenever she did something reckless, which is often.

The location of the GF identifiers proving once again to be a major disadvantage with how noticeable their numbers are. I imagine this is one of the logical reasons why Ray wears his scarf, especially when out in the wild around demons. When the kids settle down in paradise a few chapters from now, he ditches it for a while since they’re all safe. (naturally he wears it again during later arcs, even in the human world despite being safe there, but whatever. he looks nice in it.)

Anna in tears: “I’m a healer, but...” Also, the demon language isn’t very common anymore, at least according to Shirai at the start of vol16, so it’s kinda hilarious this one knows a tiny bit French. 

Saving Emma’s life one moment then coming close to ending it the next. I dunno how often Zazie says actual words, as he rarely speaks to begin with, but now is a rare occasion in my memory when he does so, even if it’s just saying Hayato’s name. (i still can’t get over how season two gave him such a low voice either. this dude is five.)

Very forceful head pat.

Love that Hayato warns the others of Zazie being dangerous when the big guy is just chillin’ and looking at butterflies.

Favorite panel/moment:

Hayato is doing his best!

[cleric-of-jank]

i somehow didn’t understand what the word “depraved” meant for my entire life until this morning. i was just marking it down as an artsy word people call their outgroup, but it turns out it’s actually my favorite character trait!

like, you know the reason I have serra from fire emblem 7 as my avatar? it’s this specific image, only displayed as a tiny icon on the map screen while you’re scrolling around and observing the battlefield. typically, when the game has more room to spare for her, she looks like this:

this looks like exactly like the character acts like in-game. the way serra works is that for a considerable part of the game, like the first half of it, she can’t actually attack or even defend herself, on top of being extremely fragile. this is because serra is one of two characters you have in that first half of the game that can heal your other units, and is the earlier one at that. so you have this character that is absolutely pivotal to your strategy (well, for new players at least - more advanced players kind of skip healers I believe) but can’t actually fight herself. fire emblem has characters like this in all of its games, but fire emblem 7 was the first released to the West. so how do the devs characterize this character, who’s utterly defenseless but that you really need to protect? you could make a character that acts really demure, the embodiment of feminine virtue and all that, but that’s old hat (and besides that role is reserved for Ninian who’s going to show up later and be actually important to the plot/the main character’s designated GF). instead Intelligent Systems (the devs) decide to make a fucking brat.

when serra’s introduced, she’s hired this mage guy, erk, as her security. it’s implied she’s gotten the two of them lost in the woods. erk’s just about had enough of her, and is attempting to refund her her money and quit. he’s openly hostile to her face - “Serra, you have no need of any escort to protect you. Even the most hardened criminal would flee in terror after five minutes in your company”. but serra isn’t doing much to earn herself sympathy - she insults erk’s personality, and ignores his request to resign. suddenly, she barges the two into more trouble - some bandits are attacking the player’s party, and she wants to butt in because she’s interested. predictably, this backfires - the bandits think she’s on the player’s side and attack her. she shrieks and calls for help - the player provides it, and then suddenly she’s crying about how this is all the player’s fault for getting attacked in the first place. the player’s surrogate tells her she should team up with the party to get out of this mess, she agrees and orders Erk to follow the player’s orders, the game gives you the tutorial on how to use healers/mages, and she doesn’t really have much else to say for the rest of the main plot, besides this delightful dialog when you go to re-recruit erk in part 2:

so that’s most of the characterization the player’s going to get out of her, besides her role in gameplay - as being that nuisance you escort around anyway because the heals are too good to pass up. that’s not quite the end of her, however - fire emblem 7, like most games in the series, has some additional optional “support” conversations for each character, where they talk with some other character about some nonsense. i generally like serra’s conversations a lot, but in one of ‘em, the devs really nail down how pathetic she is: her claim to being a noblewoman is actually false, and she’s really just an orphan who’s deluded herself into believing she’s a noblewoman to feel better. obviously it isn’t really important at all being a noble, but if you’re going to hold that as a core facet of your identity and use it to justify being a pain to be around, a lot of people are going to have schadenfreude if it turns out you’re wrong.

so that’s it for serra, right? just a mean girls ripoff in an early-naughts fantasy SRPG, nothing to see here. I mean, I like mean girls ripoffs well enough as is and she does have a pretty cute design so she might have been decently high up on my blorbo tier list anyway, but then there’s that fucking mini-portrait:

by taking a few pixels out of the resolution of her portrait, the expression completely changes. This isn’t just a girl who’s content in her privilege, this is a girl who’s smug about it.

this one small image gives me the impression she’s actually putting on an act, deliberately going out of her way to be an obnoxious little shit and knowing she’s doing it. that noblewoman story? an obvious lie she knows is a lie, but telling an obvious but convenient+fashionable falsehood about her backstory feels to her like it’s more convenient than telling the truth, or even a lie that’s harder to see through.

serra (my headcanon of her, that is, this definitely isn’t the text) knows she’s trash at a lot of things society expects of a person. but instead of feeling guilty about it and trying harder to conform to social expectations, or rebelling against them and trying to make society see the errors of its ways, or even trying to hide her faults, serra doubles down on her niche in society - she’s a healer everyone else needs, so they ought to treat her like a princess for it. and really, if she’s healing, does she really need to also be pleasant and kind and all that? nah - she can be gossipy and demanding and reckless, let other people deal with the fallout.

and honestly that’s kind of my shit - a lot of my other blorbos line up in a kind of similar row! and I only learned this morning (from this article, btw) that there’s actually a word for that! damn, it feels nice to have a better way to explain myself.

[void-kissed]

Hello friend it's ya boi Berry I saw the post abt what fandoms would ship irt your SIs and as someone who spent hours looking at ships in this fandom I have thoughts.

Sapphire: Nia would def be a ship w her. Mythra as well, I tend to see most characters shipped w one Aegis often shipped w the other. Her excitable nature playing of Mythra being more guarded would intrigue people.

Calanthe: Shion/Koshion ot3 deffo would happen. That fandom is wlw paradise for ships lol. Helps she and Shion have a lot in common -- invested in KOS-MOS, glasses for reasons other than eyesight, Zohar shenanigans.... T-elos in saga and 2 both would also happen. Similar to the Aegis situation I find.

Aline: Def would be shipped w Haze as well as prolly her and Lora as an ot3. Her and Brighid also feels possible -- jewel of Mor Ardain and a village girl would go hard for ppl. Curve ball here but Avalon as well. Blade Driver pairings are super popular and I figure that'd extend here too -- they're friends so some ppl would ship em.

Citri: Fiora and Shulk predictions are spot on. Reyn would also be a potential one bc of the similar childhood friends angle, tho might be more popular w her in ot3+s. Melia also feels incredibly possible, actually -- people in recent years have really been feeling her wlw vibes and chances are she'd have cute interactions with Citri, making her a potentially popular choice. Linada might also be one of only bc she and Vanea are somewhat shipped -- ship her w one gf why not the other? Lots of ot3+s here specifically would happen I think.

This has been berry can't sleep and is autistic about ships in xc fandom hour. Thank you

HELLO BERRY THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR THESE and also I really hope you were able to sleep. Sorry that they took so long for me to write out responses to!

Sapphire with Mythra would be pretty interesting actually, especially with the context of Mythra first appearing in XC2 not too long after Sapphire joins the party in Chapter 3. Not perhaps the best of introductions Plus, with Mythra’s connection to Poppi, that’s another way the two can kind of come together despite being quite different personality-wise! And, I can also definitely see shipping happening with Nia, haha. Not only out of catgirl solidarity, but there's also a Blade Eater/Flesh Eater contrast, which is made more fun by the fact that the Blade whose Core Crystal is in Sapphire was a healer Blade~

Today I found out that Shion doesn't wear glasses to correct her vision either, huh. I didn't realise they were a sentimental thing for her (from what I read on the wiki)! Anyway - yes, you're right that Calanthe and Shion do have possibly a bit too many similarities, oops, but you're right that it would definitely make them fit ships! Shoutout to Xenosaga for all the wlw ships, honestly. t-elos is someone I had not considered, but honestly now you mention it I can absolutely see it. Calanthe is not an overly confident self-insert, so that combined with t-elos' general demeanour would be quite the contrast, hehe. Plus, if going by her XC2 version: glasses solidarity again!

I would definitely call Aline with Avalon a curveball for the reason that Avalon isn't attracted to girls (I keep considering shipping them with Minoth, or possibly one of the other two male Blades), but at the same time I can see it persisting despite that, given what some people are unfortunately like. I will readily admit I hadn't considered Aline with Brighid, but I can definitely see the logic in it, haha - you're right that that kind of trope can be pretty fun! And, yes, Aline with Haze does definitely sound very cute, I can definitely imagine it ^-^

Regarding Citri, I don’t know how I forgot about Melia! My first attempts at making an XC1 self-insert was to selfship with Melia, actually - that self-insert was a fellow half-High Entia, also called Sapphire but without XC2 Sapphire's energetic-ness. Citri has actually probably turned out somewhat similar to that initial iteration, now that I think about it, despite her lore now being different (and me thinking of her as an alternate version of Calanthe, not of Sapphire). In terms of the others, I can definitely see them happening through OT3s specifically, as those would give more opportunity for more dynamics to develop properly, you could say.

..Sorry that this took me so long to properly get to, but thank you so so much again for sending this in, friend!! It really means a lot that you took the time to write this out in such a way, so thank you ^-^

[rahadaddy]

My GF ( @morpheoussilvercreature ) and I took a roadtrip to get home from seeing her family and we listened to “I, Strahd” on part of the drive and were talking about my next campaign and all things Curse of Strahd. Here are some of the things we talked about, that I’ll elaborate on if people want me to:

Alek Gwilym is the/a avatar of The Morning Lord and here’s why

Holy Blood is Spicy

What if Stella Wachter was the reincarnation of Tatyana?

Strahd says he’s into Tatyana, but his type is clearly MILFs and Alek

How to fix our backup characters if both our healers die in @thelostbarovianroyals‘ game

What is our plan for @thelostbarovianroyals‘ game tomorrow anyway?

You know who should have more screen time? Victor Wachter. 

Horrible things I can do in Vallaki

What if (Female) Strahd and Mother Night are conflated in Barovian religion?

Barovia deserves more alcohol

How can I make a better Barovian economy in 4 ish months?