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strwbmei · 4 months

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Hi Mei, Can I ask a relantionship hcs sfw and nsfw for Aponia with a gender-neutral if possible, please? You are free to ignore this if you like

pairing(s): aponia x gn!reader

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Aponia HCs

╰┈➤ SFW ;

: ̗̀➛ Aponia was really hesitant to get into a relationship with you at first. She's seen many horrible things happen to those that she loves, and she knows better than anyone that she can't do anything to change it. Still, like a moth to a flame, she can't help but find herself drawn to your radiating warmth. Perhaps this time, she deserves to be selfish.

: ̗̀➛ The Deep End is a cold and dark place— one where normal humans most likely wouldn't be able to survive for more than a few days. Because of how long Aponia has isolated herself in it, her body has learned to adapt, lowering its temperature to match its environment. She can also see in the dark much better, which is pretty cool.

: ̗̀➛ Because of this, Aponia would always shy away from your touch. Believe me, it was much to her annoyance, but she had grown insecure about being so cold (literally and figuratively) and she didn't want to scare you away with it. She was especially hesitant to hold hands because they were the coldest part of her body, but she learned to be more comfortable over time.

: ̗̀➛ If the two of you have a disagreement (which is near impossible, by the way; my girl Aponia can never be wrong,) it's really obvious to everyone else because of how weird and aloof she acts. For example, she barely ever leaves the Deep End, but suddenly you'll find her in the lobby drinking with either Elysia or Eden with a somber look on her face; sighing every few seconds and completely ignoring Elysia's bombardment of questions. The Flamechasers find a great deal of amusement seeing how you're so easily able to influence a woman usually so dangerous and cunning.

: ̗̀➛ Expect her to be the more dominant one in the relationship, taking the lead and making decisions (with your input too, of course!) because she's used to being the one giving orders. Despite that, though, she's actually really inexperienced with relationships so it's more of a team effort; the team consisting of you, Aponia, and Elysia because she helps you get through to Aponia more and somehow manages to offer the best relationship advice.

: ̗̀➛ Aponia doesn't really get jealous, at least at first. She got upset, but she used to have the mindset that if you like someone else more, you should simply choose them instead and she'll accept the decision you make. Over time, she grows to be more greedy and possessive of you. Because of this, she really appreciates it when you give her reassurance that you're hers and hers only even when she doesn't ask for it.

: ̗̀➛ When Griseo started calling you Mama/Papa, Aponia almost shed a tear. Griseo is almost like a daughter to her, and hearing her call you that only further solidified the fact that you were the person she'd want to spend the rest of eternity with.

╰┈➤ NSFW ;

: ̗̀➛ First of all, set a safe word. Seriously. Her libido is low, but every time the two of you have sex it always ends with you not being able to walk for months. Set a safe word if you value your life or if you don't want your pelvic bone to get turned into dust like actually. I'm not exaggerating; this woman goes rough.

: ̗̀➛ That doesn't mean that she means to, though. She's a gentlewoman at heart, but being surrounded by people like Kevin and Kalpas for most of her life has skewed her perception of an average human's limits. She's more of a soft dom if anything; you ending up with your legs shaking is already her being gentle.

: ̗̀➛ Remember how her hands are the coldest part of her body? Yeah, she's definitely taking advantage of that; cruelly tracing your body with her hands and making you tremble and whimper from the sheer temperature of her fingertips. As serious as she appears, she can be quite the tease when she puts her mind to it.

: ̗̀➛ Has a huge thing for dacryphilia. She was absolutely terrified the first time you started crying during sex thinking that she hurt you, but ever since you quickly explained the real reason and assured her that she did nothing wrong, she's made it a goal to make you cry from the pleasure. Did she really do a good job if you aren't a sobbing, shaking mess by the end of it?

: ̗̀➛ She doesn't have a specific preference for positions, but she hates it when she can't see your face. Aponia is the type of woman who thrives off of all of the small reactions she coaxes out of her partner. Blindfolds are definitely on the table, though— maybe it's her sadistic side, but she just loves seeing the fabric dampen with your tears...

: ̗̀➛ Aponia is really into body worship. It doesn't matter whether she's on the giving or receiving end of the deal, she loves the intimacy of the whole thing. She'll literally leave her marks and kisses on every inch of your body, and she expects you to at least try to do the same for her. This often leads to a lot of marking for both of you, though...

: ̗̀➛ For your own good, don't make her jealous. She's a patient woman; even more so with you, but if you upset her like that on purpose? Say goodbye to your ability to walk, speak, or think. Once you can speak again, make sure you give her tons of reassurance because that kind of stuff really upsets her. The idea of you with someone else gets her blood boiling.

#x reader #honkai impact #honkai impact x reader #honkai impact smut #smut #hi3 #hi3 x reader #hi3 smut #aponia #aponia hi3 #aponia honkai #aponia x reader #aponia smut #・❥・strwb fluff

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dr4gong4l · 2 months

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My silly big angst thinking blob:

Mk with samadhi fire... He's not really hurt by it- only a few scratches and ended up actually surviving the whole big ball of deadly fire from Mei, did use all his energy tho so:

Huggies :D

Then I found out Red Son doesn't get hurt at all from the samadhi fire, considering he's the creator :D

So then this thing:

So...

What if... Mei just, boom💥 dead.

AT DON'T BE SHOCK JUST YET BUDDY HEAR ME OUT.

Mei ended up exploding, just like, fading away into bits, especially at the part where LBD was using the power to begin with. Red Son couldn't save her in time...

The silly thing (Dragonfruit):

"DON'T YOU GIVE UP ON ME DRAGON GIRL!" Red Son shouted, holding her tight till his eyes widen. Tears? Tears?? Really? Right now?!

"No- NO- Stay with m-" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry" She sobs, her tears evaporated by the sole flames, slowly consuming her.

"STAY WITH ME, DON'T LET IT GO-" Red Son was pushed back, the fire, was getting stronger, no, he can't leave her, he won't! Red Son pushed himself to his limit.

Eventually holding on to her. "THE SAMADHI FIRE DOESN'T CONTROL YOU, STAY WITH ME MEI-"

"... Tell MK I'm proud of him." Red Son couldn't breathe for a moment. "Tell everyone, they're the greatest friends, I ever needed. Tell them, they're family... To me, I always protect my family..." Mei smiles at him. "I'll protect you too."

No. Please. No! "... D-Don't joke like that- don't-" Red Son squeeze her tightly. Her face... Her beautiful sweet face, why can't she stop smiling? Why should she go?

"You're the greatest hero Red, you're my hero..."

Red Son hugged her as she smiles at him. He can't help it, he gave her one back, despite it all, Mei wanted him to smile, by happy.

The samadhi fire consumes her as Red Son is left hugging himself... But the samadhi fire, now once cold and powerful, but gave him warmth and love.

The besties (Mk and Mei):

Mk runs in, despite everything, she's his best friend! No matter what, as he was slowly losing himself, he hugs her tightly but...

She was slowly... Consumed.

"No- no! Mei! Mei! Please-" Mk shakes her as she's slowly disappearing. He can't lose his best friend, he can't lose Mei, he doesn't want to lose anyone ever again! Never please, not her not her! Never her!

"... I'm proud of you Mk..." She smiles. Her tears forming as Mk couldn't help but cry holding her, she hugs him back, comforting him.

"Our friends... And you... Are like family to me... I'll always protect my family... And...

Tell Red Son... He'll always be my hero..."

She smiles through, Mk sobs, please... Please stay. Please. All he could think. But after all. He hugs himself kneeling on the ground, holding the remains of a warm hug.

You might have noticed the Mk and Mei one is shorter, well that's because I have NO IDEAS what to write :D.

Writing is not what I do especially with things like wording and grammar because English is my second language :')))

Again angst is my middle name!

(No it's not. Seriously :'))) )

They're so silly I love them :D

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auburnitzy · 1 year

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KISSES WITH THE TRAFFIC LIGHT TRIO

CHARACTERS - RED SON + MK + MEI (SEPERATE)

DISCLAIMER - FLUFF

IDEA - HOW DO THE TRAFFIC LIGHT TRIO PREFER THEIR KISSES?

WORDS - 750+

• RED SON •

- Red Son prefers long, passionate kisses that matches the intensity of his flames. A short peck on the lips wouldn't satisfy him as he likes the feeling of your lips on his.

- It's mostly you who initiates it. No matter how frustrated Red Son gets, he won't ask you for a kiss unless he's really desperate because he values his pride and dignity.

- He'll get red in the face and would stutter on the rare occasion that he'd ask. His eyes would land on anywhere but yours. If you decide to tease him, the color on his cheeks would intensify (and maybe spark a few flames on his hair).

- If he gets fed up with your teasing he'll just yell "FORGET IT!" before turning his back on you. He still wants a kiss, but again, he values his pride and dignity. There's no way he would beg a mere mortal for something as trivial as a kiss.

- In the end, Red Son caves in to his urges and gathers up the courage to ask you again. No matter how much he denies it, he craves for your touch.

- If you accept, he'll take a moment to stare into your eyes and admire them as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before he places his lips on yours.

- Like the rest of his body, Red Son's lips are warm. Not hot enough to burn you, but warm.

- If you're feeling frisky and decide to deepen the kiss, you'll actually get feel his little fangs.

• QI XIAOTIAN •

- MK prefers short kisses. It doesn't matter if it's on the lips or the cheek.

- He likes to receive kisses more than giving them.

- Making out would be difficult because he can't sit still for even a second.

- The guy's not afraid to ask you for a kiss. He's not even gonna hesitate. The only exception is when you're in front of his friends, because he knows they're gonna tease the heck out of him.

- His favorite is the one where you kiss his forehead. He thinks of it as a good luck charm, and will put even more effort into his work and training. Sun Wukong and Pigsy would take notice of this, and would mistake it for productivity when in reality, Xiaotian's repeating the forehead kiss in his mind.

- Definitely the type to ask you to kiss his wounds and bruises, telling you that it makes it heal faster. It doesn't, but you still do it anyway because the warmth that would radiate from Xiaotian's smile would rival even the sun's.

- On the off chance you guys would make out, you're gonna have to take the initiative here. His face would turn redder than a tomato and he would melt in your arms. Steam is practically coming out of his ears. He might even pass out if he gets too hot.

- If you decide to be a meanie and refuse him his kisses, he will pout and sulk into the corner. If he has to train or go to work, he'll put less effort because he's sad that you didn't give him a kiss.

- You monster, look at what you've done.

• MEI DRAGON •

- Mei doesn't have a preference on the length of the kiss. She doesn't care. Kisses are kisses.

- Just like gifts, she prefers to give than to receive.

- Her favorite place to kiss is your cheek.

- Surprise kisses are her forte. She'll sneak up behind you, attack you with a hug before spinning you around to give you a smooch. Don't worry, she asked for your permission beforehand. Mei doesn't like to make you uncomfortable and will put your comfort above her wants.

- She would absolutely pepper your face in kisses. From your forehead to your cheeks, messy lipstick marks would litter your face. There's not a single day where you don't have a pink lipstick mark on your face.

- You have to be on your guard though. Mei would probably bite your neck and leave a mark if given the chance. You can't exactly blame her, because you knew dragons are possessive of their treasures, and you're no exception.

- Mei likes to use waterproof lipstick, so have fun washing all that off!

- If you're in the mood to be mean, block her kisses. This is a surefire way to get on her nerves.

- Make sure you give her a kiss or she'll spend the day avoiding you like the plague and looking at you with an annoyed face.

- Never upset the dragon.

Don't follow me for content like this. I rarely post stuff like this as it's mostly OC x Canon.

#monkie kid x reader #monkie kid #red son x reader #qi xiation x reader #mk x reader #mei x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk x reader #☆ writing ☆

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malikselfindulgence · 8 months

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MEI X GN!READER ☆ 4.6K WORDS

♡ Cherry flavored chap-stick ♡

AO3 link can be found here!

Description: in which Mei dresses you up for a party, and things simply escalate from there.

Content: reader is not referred to with any pronouns, reader is gender neutral, reader does wear make-up and is referred to as "pretty" "gorgeous", ending could be interpreted as suggestive

Fic under the cut!

You notice Mei's new lip-stick shade immediately.

As soon as she'd walked into the shop, your eyes were drawn to her like a moth to a flame, following the curves of her face as she moves over to the counter. Something felt….different about her today- you think her cheeks shined a Iittle more brightly, and as your gaze falls down to her lips, you finally realise why.

She'd changed her lipstick today- going for a warmer toned pink rather than a cool magenta. The color brought out the warmth in her skin, making her face glow in the orange light of the restaurant.

You liked her usual lipstick shade, too- the cool tones highlighting her eyes and green hair streaks, the color suits her. You think any color would suit Mei, to be honest. But this one…well, it's more glossy, making you look down more than once at her lips mid conversation- she's speaking to MK, thankfully, so you can stare all you want without the worry of being caught.

She's pretty, you think. Her bangs frame her face perfectly, and the scales around her eyes only make her look more ethereal- even the scuffs on her skin and bandages around her hands are endearing. Your eyes fall down to her lips again, and you wonder if the lip-stick is flavored. Maybe it's apple? Dragonfruit? You wonder how it'd taste.

Your thoughts trail dangerously down a path that has your cheeks flushing- you wonder if she'd let you find out, let you press your lips against hers gently, taste the chap-stick on her, smear it prettily down her chin as an imperfect work of art. You wonder if-

Mei clears her throat, and your fantasy-induced haze immediately shatters apart.

You scramble a little in your seat, utterly humiliated at being caught gawking at her like this- or, you assume that's what she's frowning at you for. You wonder for half a second if you can just ask MK to drown you in the kitchen sink to spare you.

"Well?" Mei cocks a brow at you, one hand settling on her hip in a show of annoyance. You quickly look towards MK for help, but all the bastard does is smile cheekily in your direction. You wonder for half a second if you can drown MK in the kitchen sink.

"Well….uh- well, what?"

Her frown only deepens, and you feel a pang of guilt nestle in your chest- you don't want to upset her ever again, and you claw through your thoughts for any recollection of what her and MK had been discussing only to wind up blank.

"We asked if you wanted to come along to the anti-gravity arcade tomorrow- for the p- for the, uh, dress-up event?" MK's voice rings out cheerfully from your right, perhaps feeling merciful on you today. Your shoulders fall down in relief.

"Yeah- yeah, for sure!" You nod, eager to spend more time with them, and watch as Mei's pretty pink lips turn upwards in a smile at your reply, "is there a dress code or anything?"

Mei's gentle smile morphs into a wolfish grin in a matter of seconds, her arm looping around your shoulder to bring you closer into her side. Your body presses up against hers, warmth seeping into you, and you try to will your heart to stop beating so damn fast. It doesn't work.

"You leave that to me. You just come over early so I can glam us up, capiche?" Mei's eyes bore into yours in a way that makes your brain fuzzy, and you find that you couldn't ever say no to her. She could've asked you to rob a bank blind and you'd have nodded with the same eagerness you are now, muttering a quiet "Yeah, sure, sounds great."

Once you've given her confirmation, she slinks away from your side, and your body mourns her touch. The day continues like normal, you piping up every once in a while through MK and Mei's rants about some video game, but you have to look down at your fidgeting hands more than once so you don't end up entranced by her lips once more.

It's only the next morning as you stand at Mei's ridiculously prestigious porch that you realise just what you've gotten yourself into.

You barely flinch as her security system activates, thousands of lasers pointing at your head. You barely talk as she greets you with her gorgeous, stupidly perfect smile and leads you inside, the walk long and painfully slow. You can't hear her over your heart thundering in your ears, your clammy hands grappling onto your sleeves in an attempt to keep themselves busy.

"Right over herreee is my bedroom! You can go ahead and make yourself comfy, I've gotta head over to the bathroom to get my makeup bag," she ends her impromptu tour with a smile and finger-guns, moving past you and into the long hallway across, "be back in a jiffy!"

You wait until she's completely out of sight to walk into her bedroom, settling yourself down at the edge of her bed, legs swinging back and forth anxiously.

Mei was going to 1] dress you up, and 2] do your makeup. Do your makeup, as in cup your cheeks between her soft hands, lean in close enough so she can see every little mark she leaves behind, her eyes furrowed in concentration at your face-

You put your face into your hands, embarrassed by your thoughts. What is up with you lately? Usually it's easier to manage your feelings around her, right now you can't even look her in the face!

You peek one eye between your fingers, looking over her messy room. You'd been here before, of course. Mei had been just a little more open to sleepovers at her place, but only when Pigsy was far too exhausted to hear you three yelling and laughing all night above his bed. You're usually here with MK, though, and the electric energy crackling between him and Mei keeps you all entertained. You'd never gotten a chance to really…look at the place.

You eye the My Chemical Romance poster above the door frame, snorting at the memory of Mei belting out the lyrics during karaoke, MK screaming the words more than singing them. Your gaze falls down to the guitar by her night-stand, your smile turning soft as you recall the few times Mei had played for you. She was skilled, but got frustrated easily once she missed a note, puffing out her cheeks. It was cute to watch.

Your hands fall back down into your lap as you note all the little things that make this space so Mei- the posters, the pillows strewn across the floor, the half-opened comic books, the gaming consoles, the weird mannequin she uses to show off her ties and funny hats, and the-

Ah, the…the plushie you'd won her at the arcade.

It's right next to you on the bed, so it's no surprise you hadn't noticed it till now. You pick it up and turn it over in your hands, tugging at one of its ears. It's a cute green striped cat, it's tongue sticking out playfully. You'd seen it and thought of Mei, and had spent nearly all your coins and a considerable amount of effort on the claw machine to gift it to her. You pull back the tag, seeing a red heart drawn on- you hadn't noticed that when you'd won it, but perhaps you just missed it.

"YOO! I'm back! You ready to look drop-dead gorgeous for tonight?" Mei's voice startles you, your head swiftly moving upwards as she slams the door open and walks inside, multiple make-up bags in hand. She grins at you in excitement, her body practically vibrating with all the ideas of things she can do to you. You feel your heart melt like magma in your rib-cage, and you wonder just how you'll live through this.

"Did you have anything in mind?" You force out through your teeth, breathing in deeply to calm the fuck down. You should not be acting this way- especially not in her room of all places. This was- this was absurd and unfair to her. Your fingers clench and unclench around the plushie before you let go of it, the thought that Mei slept with it in her bed too much to process.

"Do I have anything in mind?" She echoes back at you, scoffing, but her tone is anything but annoyed, "I've been wanting to do your make-up for ages. I've got a whole hoard of ideas."

Your mind rushes at the revelation that she's been wanting this for a long time, thinking about it for a long time- "But first, outfits! It'd suck to get your make-up smudged while changing."

You furrow your brows in confusion, gesturing to your clothes, "I'm…already wearing..my outfit?"

She blinks at you for a minute, eyeing you up and down with growing disdain- you feel embarrassed, if a little insulted, arms wrapping around your chest to hide yourself a little more.

"You- you're not going out in that! You wear this every day!" She squeaks in protest, tugging at your sleeve to showcase the tattered edges.

You pull back your arm indignantly, pouting at her. "Yeah, because it's comfortable, and I like it. Plus, I didn't bring anything else with me."

"Well, because I knew you wouldn't have picked something cute for yourself," Mei starts with a cheeky grin, and you flick at her arm in response, her laughter ringing out through the room, "I did the honours of picking something out for you."

You barely have time to speak before she's rushing into a corner of her room, rummaging around the heap of blankets and clothes to find what she's looking for. Mei had always had impeccable style- even if you weren't pathetically head over heels in love with her, you'd still think she had a way of matching colors and fabrics together that makes even the rattiest of shirts look pleasing to the eyes.

So, no, it's not that you don't trust Mei to pick something nice for you to wear- it's that you don't trust Mei to tone it down for you- while Mei and MK were loud and boisterous, turning heads left and right wherever they went, you preferred to lay back unnoticed. You were their middle ground- reigning them back in by the scruff of their shirts.

So imagine your surprise when you see Mei present the outfit for you, chest puffed out proudly.

It's….pretty. You knew it'd be pretty, of course, but more than that- it fits your style perfectly, with pops of color [mostly green] here and there that don't completely push you out of your comfort zone. You like this outfit a lot, and you're excited to try it on- you think some of the jewellery she's holding out looks familiar.

You must've been silent for a little too long, because she starts rocking back and forth, her smile turning more strained by the second, "I, uh, tried to look through your wish-list and pinterest boards to get something you'd like- you can look through my closets for something different though!-"

You're still reeling from her words- no wonder the jewellery looks familiar, it's in your wish-list, and she'd bought it for you specifically, and holy shit you need to say something before she overthinks herself into oblivion-

"It's…nice- really nice. It's really pretty." You mumble out, smiling towards her as you reach out to thumb at the fabric, tugging it into your arms. Your heart feels as though it'll burst out of your chest just so it can find its way to her.

Mei's shoulders slump in relief, her usual cheery attitude bouncing back.

"Duh, I picked it, it's gonna be pretty. Now shoo! Go change so we can start on make-up."

You snicker heartily at her obvious excitement as she hurries you towards her dressing room, walking in and shutting the door behind you.

You tug off your current outfit, leaving it on the chair by the mirror. You take this moment away from her gaze to slump against the door-frame, squealing into your hands silently like a schoolgirl with a crush.

Your smile is giddy and bashful as you put on your outfit- the outfit she'd specifically catered to you, based on your interests and favorite colors- admiring yourself in the mirror between each layer. Once again, Mei didn't fail to deliver. You looked good. You strike a ridiculous pose in the mirror, giggling at your childishness. Perhaps Mei was rubbing off on you too much.

You take a deep breath in to calm yourself down before leaving through the door, trying to keep your grin hidden. Your clothes fit around your body snugly, and the jewellery matches your eyes and hair. The shade of green endowed throughout your outfit matches Mei's hair streaks, you notice with a fluster.

You sit down on the bed and wait for Mei to leave her dressing room- which you're still appalled by, because who even needs two dressing rooms?- wondering if she'll wear something entirely new or repurpose one of her old outfits.

You hear the door creak open this time, glancing upwards as Mei walks in, hollering at you, "Wooh! Looks just as good as I imagined, maybe even a little better." She nudges your shoulder playfully, her cheeks flushed and pink. "Seriously, though, you look good."

"Oh." You breathe out, gaping at her with wide eyes.

Mei looks….Mei looks gorgeous. She's wearing a white button-up shirt, the first few buttons undone to reveal inch above inch of tantalising skin. Right under is a pretty corset that cinches her waist, with a short slitted skirt to match, highlighting her toned scarred legs. Her sleeves are folded upwards, showing off her muscles. You feel your face heat the longer you stare, her earrings glinting in the light, bangles strumming together in a harmonious tune as her hands move aside with a flourish.

She strikes a pose even more ridiculous than the one you had earlier in the hopes of making you laugh, and it works, your concealed snickering dissolving into full-blown giggling the longer she keeps this up, modelling for a camera that isn't there- or perhaps she's just modelling for you.

"So? What are we thinkin'?" She makes a little kissy-face towards you and you pretend that didn't get your heart thumping, "You think we'll be voted cutest couple?"

Okay- you can't pretend that didn't send a shiver racing down your spine. You splutter at her words, hands wringing each other nervously before she barks out a laugh and lets up on the posing, arms falling down to her sides.

"I'm just joking. I wouldn't complain if you complimented me juusstt a little, though."

You ignore the pang in your heart at her words, your giggles dying down into a gentle quirk of your lips. "You look nice, Mei, we already know- and thank you…for the outfit, by the way." You answer sincerely, squinting at her earrings. You don't think she'd ever worn those colors before- it struck out to you.

"New jewellery? You don't usually wear things like this…" You wonder aloud, your hand moving to dangle at her earrings, fingers brushing against her cheek by accident. Your skin burns where you touch her, and you wonder if she can feel it, too.

Mei gulps audibly, "Yeah, it- it's new. Wanted to match with you."

You look up at her through your lashes, heart beating so rapidly in your chest you're afraid she can hear it. Each and every time you think you can control yourself around her, she always just- just says things that pull your feet out from under you. She smiles down at you, a little strained, her hand moving up to hold onto yours, the one still pressed up against her cheek.

"That's really- really considerate, and nice of you." You pull back, and you try to ignore the implications behind the way Mei's expression crumples. You send a smile her way, tugging at your sleeve. You have to- you have to stop seeing things that aren't there. Thinking that Mei liked you was only wishful thinking.

You had her already, like this, and that was enough for you. It had to be enough for you.

"Well, Red Son and MK always match- granted MK practically forces them to, buuuttt that leaves us behind, so we gotta stick together, right?"

You nod at her answer, your heart clenching painfully right in your rib-cage. Of course that's why she wanted to match with you- she was joking about the cutest couple thing earlier. You have to stop.

Mei claps her hands together to catch your quickly declining attention, grin back in place. "Now, make-up!"

Ah- you'd…almost forgotten, despite that being the main thing you'd come here for.

She gestures towards the chair by her vanity mirror, and you wordlessly follow her request, settling down into it, spinning it around so you're facing her. She recovers quite quickly from your…moments- you try to give her the same mercy she serves you.

"I'm gonna make our eyeshadow colors compliment each other- but you can always let me know if you're not liking the colors, alright?" She reassures you, opening her cat-themed bag to start laying out the brushes and pallets, "I can just brush up my own make-up after."

You nod soundlessly, afraid that if you so much as breathe in her direction she'll notice how flustered and tense you are. She takes your chin between her fore-finger and thumb, leaning down to look at you closely, her tongue poking out in concentration.

You think you might collapse into a heap of pathetic goo in this chair. She's so close- so so so close- close enough you can see every little blemish and feckle on her face, the way her scales shimmer in the light, almost translucent, the way her lips pucker as she pats your eyes gently with the brush, focused on getting the lines just right.

The next few minutes pass by in a blur- you can only remember your hands clenching around your pants, your shoulders set rigidly in place. You remember her fingers pressing against your jaw, positioning it the way she likes, and her hair tickling your skin as she leans in to fix up your eye-liner. You remember the air crackling between you two, and you were sure she felt it- her breath hitching each time she noticed you staring at her, the nervous swinging of her legs.

"All done! Yeesh, you can relax now." Mei smirks down at you, pulling backwards and letting the cool air flood the space between you both. You pause for a second, trying to get yourself together, spinning the chair around so you can look in the mirror. She'd shown you progress in a little hand-held mirror, of course, but seeing your make-up paired with your outfit punched the breath out of your lungs.

If you thought the outfit alone looked good- you were drop dead gorgeous now, just as she'd said- you're not sure how she managed to keep the imperfections on your face, refusing to use a foundation base, while still making them look right. Like they fit there. The blush she'd used made your cheeks glow, and the highlighter only served to make your natural features shine. You see her face in the mirror, her eyes roaming your features. She doesn't look pleased.

"Nope- something doesn't look right." She says with a huff, rummaging through her drawer. You're not sure what she's looking for that could bring the look together.

"I dunno what you mean- you made me look great. Definitely gonna win best couple now." You can't help but let it slip in a sorry attempt to cheer her up- and you both immediately pause as soon as the words escape your mouth. Her face is hidden behind her bangs as she leans into the drawer, but you think you see the hint of a blush against her cheeks. You wonder if it really was wishful thinking after all.

That's when you see it- a pretty pink lipstick, the shade strikingly similar to the one she'd worn yesterday, you think it's the same one, if anything. You tap her arm. "Maybe- uh, that new lip-stick you wore at Pigsy's last night? I think it looks pretty cute."

She hums, bringing it out the drawer before shutting it with her hip. She unscrews the lid, swiping it across her lips casually, and your blood rushes to your face. "You noticed it was new?" She says with a shy smile, looking at you, lights dancing in her eyes.

"Well- yeah, you usually only wear the same shade, so it makes sense for me to-" Your blabber comes to a stop as she puts her finger right up against your lip, watching Mei laugh for a minute, stunned.

"I was just teasing you, no need to get so worked up. I saw you staring, anyways, and I'm flattered." She says with a nonchalant tone like she didn't just drop a bomb on you in your already frazzled state, "Good to know it was because you think my lips are pretty and not because I had sauce on my face."

You think you can feel steam pouring out the top of your head, because you honest to god can't believe Mei just said that- she moves back to rummaging in a different drawer, and her bangs do little to conceal her grin this time.

She brings out a different tube of lip-stick, and you try not to act too disappointed that you won't be using the same one she did. You still wonder how it tastes.

She tugs your chin back into her palm, starting to apply the rouge to your mouth. Your lips tingle at the contact, and you picture the press of her lips against yours instead, wondering how she'd taste. You don't think you're imagining the tension between you two, now.

"Hmm…" Mei hums, and even though the hand with the tube falls down once she's done, her other hand remains cupping your jaw, thumb rubbing under your lip to clean up the lip-stick. Her eyes are half-lidded, and a contemplative look crosses her face for a second.

She leans in closer, closer, closer. Her palm cradles your face gently, keeping it in place. You hold your breath. She waits for a moment, giving you the chance to pull away. You wouldn't ever dream of it.

You're barely inches away now, her nose brushing against yours. You feel her breath, hot on your cheeks, and your body shivers in delight. Her eyes fall down to your lips for a split-second, and she finally leans in-

And moves a little to the side at the last second.

Her lips end up just at the corner of your own, pressing firmly. She lingers for a while, and you feel both frustration and adoration bubble up inside you, a flurry of butterflies erupting in your stomach. If you'd had just a smidge more courage, you'd have pulled her into you for a proper kiss immediately.

She pulls back, still close enough to make your heart rush with heat, admiring her work. There's a pink lip-stick stain at the corner of your mouth, smeared a little to the left, marring your otherwise clean makeup.

"You know, I thought the asymmetry would make you look less perfect-" She starts, voice quivering, "but I think it just did the opposite."

Mei stares down at you, a little nervous, a little bashful, but happy. Her own lip-stick is a little messed up now, too. You don't think you've ever seen a prettier sight. You want to find out what her lips taste like.

You grab at her shirt collar, and her eyes widen for a moment before you pull her into you, lips melding together messily. Your eyes are screwed shut, and you only start to relax once she starts kissing you back, pressing insistently against your lips. The lip-stick clatters to the floor, but neither of you pay it any mind.

Her hands settle on your hips, tugging you closer, closer, pressing your front up against hers. Your hands tangle in her hair, tugging at it lightly, and the muffled moan she lets out against your mouth sends a rush of heat through your body. You can't get enough of her- her taste is addicting, and you hazily wonder why you hadn't done this sooner.

Your tongue pokes out against her lips, and her hold around your waist tightens. You pull backwards just an inch, enough to speak, whispering hurriedly, "cherry."

She stares at you, eyes foggy, breath coming out in pants, "whuh?"

"Your lip-stick. Tastes like cherry. I was wondering earlier." You mumble against her skin, nuzzling your face into her cheek as you speak. Her chest shakes with laughter against yours, "That's what you were really glaring at me for?"

Mei pushes you forward, your back straining against the foot of her bed. She keeps going, your body flopping on the bed unceremoniously, hers following after you. She stays above you, caging you between her arms and thighs. She smirks at you and your heartbeat rushes through your ears.

"If you wanted to know so bad, you could've just asked." She says with a snicker, her head angling itself towards yours, breaths mingling together, "Now you've got me wondering what yours tastes like."

You're about to tell her to shut up and kiss you when the atmosphere is promptly shattered when her phone starts to ring, Welcome To The Black Parade being her ring-tone.

Mei tries to ignore it, flopping down on top of you. She groans into your chest, "god, what does MK want? Now? Really?"

You clamber upwards, frantically reaching for her phone on the night-stand, "shit, Mei, the party!" You click her phone open, the screen showing you that you're a full two hours late.

"Just- hand it over here." She grumbles, and you do so without a complaint. She swipes right to answer the call, "Hellooo-"

You can't quite hear what MK's saying, you just know he's shouting real loud- or maybe that's the background noise? You're not sure, but whatever it is makes Mei gasp.

They talk for a minute, Mei cackling at every word MK says on the other end- you think you catch a few mentions of Red Son, something about the building shutting down?-

Mei says her goodbyes quickly, hanging up before MK even replies. She's grinning at you, excited and elated.

"What'd he tell you?" You ask, hand threading through her hair. She giggles for a second, trying to get the words out.

"He- god, we should've been there- Red Son's cap fell off while he was- hah- dancing, and apparently everyone recognised him immediately, and they tried to kick him and MK out-" her words dissolve into laughter, and you laugh alongside her.

Once you both quiet down, you brush her hair behind her ear, pursing your lips. "So…no party, then?"

Mei's smile turns pleased, her hands settling back around you, "Nope. We've got the whole night to ourselves."

You peck her lips quickly, "better make the most of it, then."

You're both late to group breakfast the next day, and despite MK's pestering questions, you don't explain why.

You and Mei share a knowing smile across the booth, fingers intertwining under the table as you eat. When she moves to re-apply her lip-stick after her meal, you ask her if you can have it, too. She leans in and kisses you, short and sweet, and you thank her while MK gawks behind you.

#hope you all enjoy!!#remember that requests r open!#probs wont be as long as this since it was purely self indulgent #lmk #lmk mei #lmk x reader #mei x reader #lmk mei x reader #x reader #malik's writing #mostly cutesie i would say #:33 #tips appreciated btww!!#pretty new to this still TwT #lego monkie kid x reader

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quitealotofsodapop · 9 months

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Thinking about a scenario where the Ink Demon/Ink MK/Curse the gang encounters in S4 accidentally forms an outer conscieness.

I feel like it gains sentience partially from MK refering to the Curse as a being separate from the Scroll - and not solely as a tool created to torment it's prisoners. Almost like a magic artifical intelligence.

I could see MK finding a way to contact the demon, mostly to gain greater insight on things he's mentally avoiding. Like by writing with an enchanted ink set, or with the ink left behind by the Curse's rampage.

MK, putting ink brush to paper: "Hi?" *The ink begins to blob and shape itself into words* Ink Curse, as writing on the paper: "You could have just used a pen, idiot." MK, excitedly writing back: "It's you!!" Ink Curse: "Why do you seem excited? Are you a glutton for punishment?" MK: "So, I know your whole thing is to pick people apart mentally, right?" Ink Curse: "Yes. I was spawned from the ink used to detail the crimes of those written into the scroll of memory. It is my purpose. Like how you were made for-" MK, writing over the response: "Yeah yeah chaos and destruction and stuff I know that part. But like, when I got home... I started thinking about the other stuff and... you seem pretty good at voicing thing people don't want to know about themselves. It almost feels I dunno... catartic almost? (is that how you spell it)? Ink Curse: "It is spelt Cathartic. And If you take any comfort in what I did, then I have failed my purpose. Or you are hopelessly dense." MK: "But thats the thing! I didn't feel comfortable! You dragged me out of my comfort zone and made me think about junk. It's actually helping me a little in coming to terms with... what I am." Ink Curse: *doesn't respond for some time* "You are strange." MK: "I mean, I guess. I'm writing to a demonic ink curse instead of going to an actual therapist. Hope to talk to you again soon Mozhi*!" Newly dubbed "Mozhi": "Excuse me?"

*"Mozhi/Mòzhī/墨汁" - meaning "squid ink" or the ink used in traditional chinese calligraphy.

And since putting a name to something gives its power, "Mozhi" begins to manifest beyond ink and paper. Ink stains and monkey handprints litter the apartment. The magnets on MK's fridge start rearranging into swear words. The menu at Pigsy's shuffles to critique minor flaws in the kitchen. Mei starts recieving scathing texts from an unlisted number. The tv starts glitching in the viewer's insecurities.

Eventually the gang break down MK's door to figure out wtf is going on, only to see an Ink!MK physically pull itself into the 3d world from the Cursed ink. Everyone starts screaming.

Macaque, laughing: "Oh my gods, I know what happened here - I've heard of it happening before in shadow demons. MK gave the ink Curse a name and that gave it power to, quote a little puppet made of pine; become a real boy." Ink Curse/Mozhi, stumbling like a newborn fawn: "Why is my body being pulled down?" Wukong: "It's called gravity, spot. You get used to it." Ink Curse/Mozhi: "You are actively floating." Wukong: "Yeah, doesn't mean I have to like gravity."

In his "physical" form, Mozhi looks like monkey!MK with inky black fur and colder toned skin - his facial marking a smeared grey color with a distinct heart-shaped outline. He reduces to his inky form when physically damaged or when he wants to "hop into" a book or artwork. Dislikes sunlight/heat, it dries him out.

And because he is no longer within MK's head/the scroll, he's a lot less all-knowing. He is however scarily perceptive of others thoughts and fears, and loudly narrates his opinions on things.

Red Son: "Is that a sentient ink curse?" Mozhi, mockingly: "Is that an emotionally-constipated daddy's boy who almost destroyed the world with a toddler temper tantrum, and still refuses to admit that he's more morally righteous than he lets on?" :3 Red Son, flames up: "Oh its on, you glorified Rorshace test!" MK: *sprays water bottle at them* "Down! Both of you! Mozhi, I said no commentating on people's inner thoughts!" Mozhi: "If y'all actually went to theraphy, then there would be nothing for me to talk about."

This also makes Mozhi the best person to roast somebody when the others are too busy/emotional to do so on their own. And since he mirrors the power of the person he's roasting, it gives him Jester's Immunity to damage from angry Celestials.

The Jade Emperor: "Why is there a loose ink demon in my throne room?" Mozhi, giggling manically as he morphs into an ink!Emperor: "Hahahahahaha~ wow. Ruler of all beings, mortal and divine. And you can't even recognise yourself. Disappointing really. Then again, can't expect much from a glorified intern that was gifted the throne and hasn't done much else since." *Vicious Mockery continues for many hours*

Mozhi is however... kinda bad at admiting and recognizing his own feelings? He's never had any before that weren't projections of others. Is this what true sadness feels like, or does he just need to get some sleep? Can come off as cold, even when trying to be geniune. He's just not used to having emotions or empathy yet.

Enjoys fictional works that dive into the concepts of meta-fiction and medium awareness, ex; Deadpool, Bandersnatch, and Doki Doki Literature Club.

#lmk ink mk #lmk the curse #lmk ink demon #lmk aus #lego monkie kid #lmk s4 spoilers #lmk character ideas

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imminent-danger-came · 9 months

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Thank you, for giving me all of Monkey King's power! I will grant you my aid, my power in this final trial.

#It's about the power that isn't Macaque's channeling through the right arm okay #Also MK and LBD parallels me thinks #Like. LBD in 1x08 is referred to as an ''ancient mystic power source'' and MK has been used as a power source multiple times #Like in 1x09 and 2x10 (''All your power could do was make me stronger'')#Wukong was also used as a power source in ROTSQ (''You're nothing but a battery for my mech!'')#Then Mei was used as a power source in EYD for LBD's mech #WAIT. WAIT HOLD ON #IS MK. IS MK GONNA BE USED AS A POWER SOURCE?#OH HOLD ON DID I CRACK THE CODE #HUH #''You don't use a weapon—you are a weapon!'' ''Don't use the flame Mei—be the flame!''#''Because whoever it was must have known this would happen! Wanted this to happen! And they used you to do it''#DUDE IT'S THE USING VS BEING ONCE AGAIN #WAIT #OH MY GOD #So the Jade Emperor's Power the Samadhi Fire and MK walk into a bar #HMMMM.#GIRL I WONDER #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk parallels #lmk Macaque #lmk theory #because my tags are fucking right

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everlastiingiimmortals · 2 months

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A Review on the Genius Society and Dr. Ratio: A Conflict of Philosophy

"The Path of Erudition has neither reason nor logic." - Dr. Veritas Ratio, v1.6

I've been thinking a lot again about Ratio and his opinion on the Genius Society lately, particularly with respect to their reception of him and vice versa. Looking through the voicelines available in game, you'll find that currently (as in not including Aventurine, since he's not released yet), not a single person has any reference to Ratio. Nobody speaks of him, nobody speaks to him in team ups. Not Herta, not Ruan Mei, and I can only hope that Screwllum or Sunday actually talk about him -- but unfortunately it is more likely that the latter will not. For such a big name, properly introduced to us by Asta (who also doesn't have a voiceline on him), he goes... well. Largely unnoticed by the target of his ire.

And sure, it's a gag when it comes to the texts you get from Ruan Mei and Herta in the game, for they have absolutely no clue about his presence on the station. Really, the only acknowledgement we get from them about Ratio is Herta talking him the fuck down in the 1.6 livestream, but that's also not necessarily canon, so I'm dismissing that for now. And I'll admit, this is something that I have talked about multiple times, but I find it so foundational to everything that Ratio is as a person that I want to touch upon it again through the lens of the Genius Society as a properly extensive post.

It's really, really funny in a depressing way that Ratio is so faceless to Ruan Mei and Herta that he can waltz around the station and do whatever he damn well pleases, including bullying Asta and intimidating Arlan and trespassing into the Seclusion Zone supposedly without raising any sort of alarm. He receives no consequence for, as we say, ~pulling some shit~ on someone else's proclaimed property, or even literally stealing the Phase Flame from right under Ruan Mei's nose (which he does return to Screwllum despite clearly being capable of utilizing it effectively and having every reason to keep it for himself), almost as if he was never there. And yet this is exactly the problem, isn't it? This is the exact thing he criticizes about the Genius Society. He doesn't exist to them, because he is not a genius according to Nous.

And the problem with that assessment is not that he isn't good enough. It isn't that he isn't smart enough. He has received the acknowledgement of a Genius Society member, # 55 Yu Qingtu, Ruan Mei's old friend, who commended him on his contributions to the understanding of evolution. He was able to solve three of the mathematical challenges Genius Society member #56 Elias Salas, widely known for his publicity, left behind. It is not that he is not on par with them in terms of intelligence. So why? Why was he not deemed good enough? It's a question he asked himself so many times, and a question he already has the answer to.

He's too compassionate.

And Nous was a machine. What does Nous care of humanity? What does Nous care of anything aside from THEIR primary directive? Nous provides not solutions, but questions. Not care, and certainly not compassion. THEY seek only to know what happened before, what is happening now, and what will, or can, come to be. The Genius Society members are all inherently selfish because they are the same as Nous; they must be the same as Nous, in order to assist in Nous' goal. Even Screwllum, gentleman that he is, operates in self interest. He seeks to understand the origin of his own existence, the birth of his sentience. Even he fails to understand why Ratio pulls his stunt until Ratio explains it to him, because it (likely) simply doesn't occur to him that anyone would stand against the Genius Society in the way that Ratio does, when all Screwllum knows is worship. He is a king.

Ratio tells you exactly why he scorns the Genius Society, 'declares war' on them even, and it's because they don't help anyone but themselves. They don't serve anything but their and Nous' interests. There is, to him, no reason to their behavior, nor is there any logic to their blindly faithful worshipers, who are content to simply exist and orbit them. That's not even living, because they aren't striving for anything. The Geniuses are ruthless, greedy, opportunistic, elitist, and in most cases inconsiderate. Ratio's priority is and always has been helping others. Finding solutions. Lifting up others and leveling the playing field. Curing the sick and diseased. This is why he is a doctor first, a teacher second, a genius third. And it's because of this that Herta and Ruan Mei don't acknowledge him. Even Screwllum, who is at least polite and actually notices and speaks to him, disrespects him, refusing to address him by his proper (and rightfully earned eight times over) title as a doctor, both scholarly and medical. They will never see him as an equal because he cares too much to leave the masses behind and relish in the ivory tower as they have.

So no, he does not want to join the Genius Society anymore. No, he does not want to follow Nous. No, he does not want to give up who he is, or what he's done. Take his morals and limits and his fundamental love for life away from him and he's no better than those who turned their back on the commonfolk to chase the stars alone. And frankly? At this point, he'd rather die than receive Nous' acknowledgement now, after everything he's done and sacrificed. That'd be too little, too late for the boy that once dreamed of opening the doors to that beautiful library, that temple to the mind, without any reservations. What a sick joke.

#Willow Rambles #//about; (DOCTOR OF TRUTH)#i know i'm a broken record with this i know i KNOW but it's so important to me #i just needed to have this all in one big ol post

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herrscherofmagic · 3 months

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(spoiler-free discussion of HI3rd Part 2)

So I finally got to catch up w/ the previous chapter (moon shenanigans w/ Helia & Coralie) and dove right into HI3rd Part 2's release- and I've gotta say, I'm actually enjoying it quite a bit so far!

*Quick disclaimer, I'm playing with CN voices, and the voice acting of a character can really influence a person's perception of them, so keep that in mind

So far each of the main cast we've met so far has been fairly likeable. I was unsure what Sena was gonna be like but so far she fits in quite well. She's got the same bubbly personality as Ely and March, but she has neither the pushy-ness that Ely has nor the snark March has. So she's definitely reminiscent of both of them but still feels like her own person, and since we literally just met her there's gonna be plenty of time for her character to develop.

Also really enjoyed the interactions with Helia and Coralie, it's clear that they're not super besties like Kiana & Mei but they're certainly close as comrades and I'd like to see how their dynamic develops! I'm looking forward to new battlesuits for them someday and I really hope Mihoyo follows through on that idea. I'd love to see how their adventures in the Sea of Data shape their world-view as they're challenged by things that Schicksal's Valk training never could've prepared them for.

and Dreamseeker was quite nice, too! They're not a silent protag, though of course the quasi-self-insert thing does make it a bit more awkward than usual. But overall their presence doesn't really affect the story in a negative way so that's no concern at all, and they contribute to the team a fair bit in terms of both knowledge/wisdom as well as how they interact with other characters and move the conversation forward. They're not super bubbly nor are they cold, they're just ordinary in a charming way, if that makes sense?

and then Songque... ooooohhh lord she was a LOT more than I bargained for in so many ways. in a good way, I think? >.> either way, not gonna say much about her because I don't even know how to begin describing her. I just wasn't expecting her to be so... lively. Like, crazy energetic, in a very controlled-chaos sorta way.

Also in terms of worldbuilding/lore I think it's been handled quite well. It doesn't rely on obscure knowledge from Part 1, i.e. not technobabble-heavy, but if you're familiar with stuff like the workings of the Sea of Quanta then it's easy to see how things are working behind the scenes.

It's a super fascinating concept for a setting and I really like the juxtaposition of past/present as well as how the story seems to fully embrace the chaotic nature of the Sea of Quanta, giving us really strange and unusual sights and writing characters who are born into this strange reality and take it for granted.

Oh. and the new music. pretty good so far! it's nothing at the level of Genshin but that's a really high bar to pass anyways. For HI3rd's standards it's solid work and enjoyable enough to listen to while playing the story & fighting. I have a lot of other thoughts about HI3rd's music as a whole but that's a whoooole other story lol

so yeah. Part 2 released, and HI3rd didn't suddenly combust into flames and explode. So far so good, hard to say how it'll change going forward but there's not much of a point in worrying about that yet. My only regeret is I had to skip 2/3rds of the Fu Hua arc for this because of issues w/ my schedule and how busy I've been, but I think it was the right call cause I'm really looking forward to the new Part 2 story, both main story & side content!

#honkai impact 3rd #honkai 3rd #hi3rd #honkai impact #long post #honkai rambling #honkai Impact 3rd part 2 #honkai part 2 #senadina #honkai helia #honkai coralie #honkai senadina #honestly props to mihoyo #pretty nice job so far

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hoyotournament · 2 months

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Semifinals: Nahida vs Kiana Kaslana

(Propaganda under the cut)

Kiana:

TLDR: she's kiana kaslana what do you MEAN!!!! kiana is a beautifully written character who fully encapsulates what hi3 is about and she's so full of love and guilt and (most importantly) hope. she's a clone who struggles with her own identity/inhumanity and traumas extending from when she was a young child and her guilt but is so so resilient and so so so so compassionate which ultimately reinforces her humanity :)

kiana's character IS the honkai impact thesis statement. i don't even mean it as in she's the literal main character and face of honkai i genuinely mean it when i say she just IS honkai impact. she reflects every single theme that they portray [hope over nihilism (chapter 25 || the flame chasers and just. the previous era in general), having agency over your identity and your own story (himeko, her being k423 and being so linked to sirin, everlasting flames || the kaslana household name honestly, bronya, fu hua, mei, sirin), believing in the humanity's inherent worth (chapter 25, arc city || elysia <- important since as a current era herrscher, she is a successor to elysia AND as kiana kaslana, she is a narrative parallel of elysia), having faith in the youth (himeko, kevin || the other flame chasers! notably su), etc.] her character being so reflective is also sooooo OUGH to think about when you view it as a reflection of honkai's 50,000 year samsara because kiana is a representation of these themes coming full circle (especially since many of these stretch back to the previous era and elysia).

SHE FEELS SO MUCH. she's so full of love and guilt. she clearly prioritizes others over herself and part of her arc is her learning to value and love herself as well!!! she would give herself for the world ten times over because she holds so much affection for humanity!! (WHILE FEELING DEHUMANIZED BECAUSE OF HER IDENTITY AS BOTH A HERRSCHER AND K423) and it's actively apart of her character's growth :'')

dear god her growth… okok. so i think first you have to understand that a lot of kiana's growth obviously coincides w general maturity as she grows from a teenager to a young adult. but aside from that i think people often forget that younger kiana is incredibly self sufficient since her father literally left her with little to no explanation when she was like. what 8? the insecurity she feels at that! the anger she has to navigate while also balancing it with her own feelings of missing and loving him. basically: kiana has struggled a lot w instability and is thus kinda good at navigating it. ex: she isnt shaken by nagazora and literally tries again and again and again to save mei and convince mei to let her help. the thing is this fucks w her a bit though because a big thing that she does as a means to cope w instability is avoiding them (not reflective of real life of course, but in the fictional hi3 this is partially represented in kiana's repressed memories about her actual origins as k423). she can not stand the realization that she killed himeko that she's so deep in denial and doesnt truly realize it until more than 10 chapters after himeko dies! she's so horrified with her being a herrscher she actively tries to not use her powers out of fear, even when it puts her in harms way (the chapter XI-EX CG!!!!!! her literally trying to kill herself!!) she literally runs away from her friends and loved ones because she's so scared of hurting them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! which is why her promise to himeko to not run away is so important!! because it addresses one of kiana's biggest flaws!!!!! this is especially important bc her refusal to continue her avoidance feeds into her arc during the herrscher of dominion chapters where she both faces her own guilt/identity and deliberately chooses perseverance and hope over nihilism!! she is hope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#hoyoverse women tournament #hoyoverse #tournament poll #genshin impact #genshin #nahida #honkai impact 3rd #hi3 #kiana kaslana #hi3 kiana

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silvergolddraco28 · 11 months

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Scorched Chapter 2 (full)

Wukong breathed until he could fully ignore the pain, plastering on a convincing smile as Mei began to wake up. “Hey kid, time to wake up from your nap. I fixed the problem.”

Mei lifts herself from the bench she was laying on and looks over at monkey king and his scrunched face that seems to be in pain “You okay there monkey king?” She questions tilting her head in concern.

“Must look bad if you asking me that twice now hug?” Wukong asked. “I'm fine kid. Just used a little too much energy and got some of your dragon fire by accident.” Wukong waved Mei’s concern. “Let's get back to the rest of the gang,” Wukong assured her.

Gives Wukong a concerned look. She wants to push further but decides against it. “Okay,” Mei says with a forced smile as she follows Wukong out of the room and into the one the rest of the gang.

“You're back! Did you get what you needed out of Mei Monkey King?” Mk asked his mentor.

“I did Bud. Took a little more out of me than I thought. Delicate work like that ain't much of my strong suit. Always was the bash and brawl while thinking on my feet type.” Wukong jokes.

Suddenly the train was ripped open from the outside as a person emerged from the pink flames. “Sun Wukong!” Nezha demanded through gritted teeth as he glared down at the golden monkey. Though as Nezha goes to approach, Tang jumps in front of Nezha and begins his dignified fangirling over the lotus prince, annoying Nezha immensely.

“Nezha, still mad about your temple being empty, Little Brother?” Wukong sheepishly questioned the angered celestial after getting Tang and the rest of the group to a safe spot away from any potential harm.

Nezha scoffs, ignoring the ‘little brother’ comment. “Do you even realize what you're doing wrong?” Nezha yells. “You're going to get us all killed if you reignite the Samadhi Fire!” Nezha's voice is laced with anger but the people who know them well can hear the fear underneath.

“It's the only way to defeat Lady Bone Demon Nezha! Who do you think she will aim her weapon at after the Mortal realm is nothing but ice? Heaven and the Diya would be next on her list!” Wukong pointed out while keeping his instincts at bay. ‘Protect protect proTECT CUBS!’ his eyes flashing demonic red for a moment before he refocused coming up with a plan on the spot to buy time. ‘Sorry Little Brother,’ Wukong thought as Nezha pulled out his spear in a flurry of lotus petals. Wukong flashed right into Nezha’s space and punched the celestial hard enough to punt him out of the train car and a few hundred miles away without hurting him. “Mk take the rings and head for the ritual sight but don’t do anything until I get there alright?!” Wukong ordered pulling a few hairs from his head to make fake copies of the rings the teenager was holding.

“But what about Nezha?!” Mk asked in shock.

“I’ll keep him busy!” Wukong answered, jumping into the air and summoning his golden cloud catching sight of the pink flames from Nezha’s wheels that were following him. ‘Come Little Brother. Follow the goose while the ducks get away.’ Wukong thought, pushing his cloud to go faster. ‘Let’s put on a performance that Plums would be proud of.’

Nezha follows Wukong out of the train and sees he has the rings unaware of his trick. “WUKONG!” He screams as he chases after the monkey and goes in for an attack with his staff.

“Missed me!” Wukong snickered, dodging the attack.

Nezha growls under his breath in frustration. He always hated how Wukong treated everything like a game like nothing was important no matter how dire the situation was. “You're nothing but a fool Wukong,” he said as he continued to attack the king. “This is why the rings should’ve been entrusted to me and me alone!” Nezha screams as he shoots pink pellets at Wukong.

Wukong dodged the petal-like bullets, getting a few nicks on his arms and legs. “You might have gotten faster Nezha but don't forget, I hit much harder than I used to.” Wukong reminded the younger celestial, getting into Nezha’s space and punching him in the gut.

Nezha lets out a pained noise but as he’s being punched away he wraps his ribbon around Wukong’s waist and throws him into a mountain smirking. “You may be stronger, I’ll give you that.” he dramatically pulls out the rings. “But I’m still faster than you remember.” he finished his dramatic speech.

Wukong growls before the sound of something whistling through the air sliced through the silence impacting the mountain and trapping both Wukong and Nezha in a spike of ice. ‘Damn it!’ Wukong thought before the strong smell of Plums mixed with winter ice hit his nose. An achingly familiar black-furred monkey landed on the tip of the ice, his right arm from the shoulder down encased in thick blue ice that continued to spread, gold eyes now a glowing ice blue. ‘Liu’er... What did she do to you Plums?’ “Macaque.” Wukong glared, keeping up the act, he couldn't let the black-furred monkey see his breaking heart.

Macaque ignores Wukong looking at the rings. He then begins to break them realizing they're not the real ones. Meaning the real ones are with the kid. “So you gave the real ones to Mk,” he smirks. This makes things easier to get the Samadhi to fire as much as he doesn’t want to hurt his cub- Mk. The ice on his body was becoming unbearable. He’ll make it up to the kid though. He doesn’t plan to be lady bone demons champion for long. Just long enough to survive until he can kill her himself. He looks at Wukong. He misses the love they used to have and hates himself for that. But he doesn’t need Wukong anymore, he just needs the kid, his cub. He won’t be alone anymore after this is all over. He’ll have the family he’s always wanted.

“Dont you dare lay a hand on my cub!” Wukong snarled his eyes glowing a bright protective red while ice cracked under the force of his threat.

“Or you’ll what?” Macaque bites out glaring at the golden monkey. “Make things worse for Mk?” he asks with so much venom. This is how Wukong is. He never considered how his actions affected others. Only sees himself and what he can gain. That’s why Mk was always getting hurt and he dares to act like Macaque is a threat to the kid.

“Break this ice and find out,” Wukong stated glaring while more ice splintered around the golden monkey, dark red embers spilling from the corners of Wukong’s mouth.

Macaque doesn’t grant Wukong any more of his time as he goes off in the direction of the rest of the gang in pursuit of the rings.

“Nezha...” Wukong stated in a dead serious tone. “Get us out of this ice... now.”

Nezha looks over concerned and not used to this side of Wukong. Nezha sighs. “Fine, I hope you know what you're doing,” He says as he uses his petals to free them.

Once the ice was free Wukong burst in a sonic bomb towards the ritual site. ‘Don't let me be too late!’ Wukong thought, locking onto his target and growling low at what he saw down below.

Wukong managed to slam down right into Macaque holding Mei in the center of the glowing circles, ignoring the discomfort in his chest and the burning pain in his limbs. ‘Why hasn't the ring settled yet?!’ Wukong idly thought and he pinned Macaque to the ground while using the tail to carefully toss Mei to Tang. “Mk! Mei! Are you hurt?!” Wukong called.

Mk glanced over at Mei and Tang. “Emotionally or physically?” The teen asked. Wincing as Wukong was kicked back a few feet into the utmost center of the circle. The golden rings pulsed out a dark fiery red aura that caused Wukong to grip his chest in utter pain, smoke and ash spilling out of his mouth.

“Kids get back!” Tang ordered grabbing the two teens as the three rings raced toward Wukong. The golden monkey let out a scream of pain before black fire and ash erupted into a dense sphere obscuring the golden monkey as pulses of gold and dark red power shot out wildly attacking anything that moved.

The ice on Macaque melted away due to the flames. He smiles victoriously until he looks over at Wukong who has flames combusting out of him.

“Monkey king!” Mk yells. “You're on fire! Hold I’ll get some water-“ he’s cut off as he leaps toward monkey king only to be stopped by Macaque grabbing and keeping him away from the other.

“Let me go! Monkey King needs my help!” Mk says as he tries to get out of the black-furred monkey's grasp.

“You can’t distinguish the fire, nothing can,” Nezha said in a defeated tone. “The flames will destroy the monkey king and everything in its path.” He continues.

“What?!” Mk shouted in shock and panic looking over to Monkey King in fear. He can’t let his mentor, his hero, die.

“If there’s a time to leave it’s now,” Macaque says as he tries to drag Mk away. Mk’s mind begins to panic. No, no he can’t leave. He can’t leave Monkey King. He can’t! Mk breaks out of Macaque's grasp as he goes into the fire.

“Bud!” Macaque yells trying to grab Mk.

Everything still when a thundering roar came from the center, most of the flames split and swirled showing Wukong like nothing they had ever seen before. His clothes had been burned away along with any illusions that had covered his body. Thin golden cat-like pupils set in deep ruby-red eyes gazed at the berthing one in sight with an unblinking stare. A familiar golden ‘crown’ rested on his forehead with scuffs and clear signs of age. The monkey himself no longer had flesh and fur, instead, his body was completely made out of stone with thin magma-like lines spreading from his chest to his limbs. Obsidian claws twitched at his sides looking to be at a threat’s choice of fight or flight. Several monkey-like noises came from Wukong’s throat as his gaze locked on Mk.

Mk looked at the monkey king in fear and desperation. “Monkey King…” Mk softly spoke while approaching him as the flames licked his skin but he ignored the burning pain and focused on his mentor. “It’s okay,” Mk says not sure if monkey king is there. “I know you're scared and in pain...” Mk can’t tell if he is projecting his feelings onto him or not. “but we’ll get through this...” Monkey King is now only arm's length away. “Together.” Finishes his sentence as he wraps around his mentor in hopes of reaching him and selfishly for his comfort the samadhi fire hasn’t taken his hero from him yet.

A chattering noise passed Wukong’s lips as he hugged the teenager before a twisted and primal energy seemed to spread over Mk. ”My cub.” Wukong seemed to chitter nuzzling Mk, his magma-like skin growing hotter as Wukong slipped into a primitive and feral state of mind.

Mk slowly began to panic as his body slowly shrunk while growing fur. “Macaque!? What’s Monkey King doing?!?”

Macaque, realizing what was going on, goes to approach them to get Mk away from Wukong.

Wukong bared his fangs at Macaque growling, holding Mk closer. “Bad mate! Mate hurt cubs!” Wukong growled.

Macaque growls out that statement. “I’m not the one who put burns on him, idiot,” Macaque yells at him as he points out the burns on Mk’s shrunken body. It also wasn’t good with Mk in the form of an actual cub leaving him much smaller and more defenseless.

Wukong huffed. “Heat good for Stone. Make it stronger.” Wukong chattered back, nuzzling Mk who now sported black fur and six cute ears with a red-to-gold gradient while the mask on his face was peach shaped which looked to be a lighter red color than Macaque’s. The greatly changed feature was Mk’s eyes. His left eye was a beautiful purple color while his right was a sunset gold.

Mk goes to say something but what comes out is a frightened chirp. One that says “Cub scared, need help.” Making Macaque overwhelmed with instincts and the need to take care of HIS cub. Growling as his instinct leaves his brain with only one goal in mind. Get. His. Cub. Back.

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