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rubra-wav · 3 months

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I had this interesting scenario where Vox one day becomes exhausted from his rivalry with Alastor after realizing that the one-sided interactions were becoming old. He later meets the reader (who can also be a part of the hotel) who starts hacking into Voxtech's database to troll the company for shits and giggles. This catches Vox's attention and he's pissed about it. You can do what you want for the rest but they continue to have this rivalry to the point where it's very well known around hell. From an outside perspective, there is just back-and-forth angry banter but there are moments where they're just;

Reader: *appears on screen* Hey Box head, guess who found some good blackmail with your name on it- Vox: *Is so close to having a breakdown, he had a bad week.* Reader: Oh shit- did something happen, are you okay? 😰

They hate each other but they don't hate hate each other. This can be taken as platonic or romantic. I sent this request to someone else but I wanted to share anyway.

Vox x troll/hacker reader: Why So Blue? (Oneshot/concept version)

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A/N me when I get to write Vox getting utterly humiliated by a troll-y hacker demon 🫶

I changed about the order of stuff as things happen a bit and took creative liberties with this one - sorry if it's really different then the thought you originally had.

(REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, THIS WAS FROM THE LAST TIME THEY WERE OPEN)

Update: This was really well-received, and several people have requested a part 2. I've decided that I will be writing it properly from the start in a proper chapter kind of way rather than in this format so it makes continuity kind of work better rather then the drabbl-y format used here.

Cw: SFW, romantic, enemy's to lovers type beat, references to one-sided radiostatic, also references to staticmoth, mildly suggestive in one part 💀, gn reader, mostly light-hearted - idk if it qualifies as quite hurt/comfort lmao

- It was just a normal morning for Vox when you first showed up.

- As usual, he booted up for the day, got changed out of his casual clothes, and made his morning coffee.

- As he walked into his computer room, absentmindedly sipping his coffee while looking at his phone, he sits down in his desk.

- Then promptly spits out his mouthful.

- When he finally looks up at the screens around him, he's mortified to see a muted video of himself passionately (and very drunkly) singing and dancing horribly from last night while he was out with Valentino and Velvette.

- Posted on Sinstagram from his own account.

- Hundreds of comments flooded in underneath it; laughing, saying it's cute, complimenting his singing, and talking about the caption underneath with curiosity.

- The caption reads; 'For someone who talks so big about being ahead technologically, it was awfully easy to hack old Boxy here LMAO'

- Vox flips out instantly.

- It doesn't take long to take down the post, change all of his details, and post an official apology for his lack of professionalism with a hypnotising message to forget the whole incident occurred at all. He also does a massive comb over for any other breaches and changes all of his systems to be even more impenetrable to a potional attack.

- He calms down, and the incident fades away to the back of his mind.

- But then it happens again.

- Another morning, an employee is rushing into his studio as he wakes up properly, telling him this time that someone is somehow broadcasting Rick Astley's 'Never Gonna Give You Up' to the entirety of hell at 6 am, interrupting every one of the scheduled programs.

- There's a message in big letters on the bottom of every screen in hell, under the god forsaken video and song playing, saying, "What is love~? - U" Underneath them.

- And that's how it starts, the infuriating thorn in Vox's side that is 'U'. No matter how hard he tries, you're constantly undermining his efforts to keep you out of the system and tormenting him in ways that aren't necessarily malignant but are extremely damaging to his image as the overlord of technology.

- For some reason, he's the only Vee you seem hellbent on coming after as well. Vel finds your pranks funny or cute when they don't inconvenience her, and Valentino just likes to prod Vox into getting angrier further.

- He just cannot work out what your motivations are at all. Is it truly that you just want to piss him off? He doesn't understand why someone with such clear skills would simply use them to taunt him and leave him messages to unveil as he undoes whatever you do.

- It vexes him even farther when these messages from you that you leave for him to decode start to sound borderline flirtatious, which makes him feel all the more humiliated.

- He is a grown demon, skilled businessman and entrepreneur, an overlord, and yet you insist upon calling him things like Box, Boxbabe, Boxbitch, and even babygirl of all things for some goddamn reason.

- The back and forth goes on for months, and 'U' quickly becomes a long lasting meme, several people, much to Vox's horror, shipping you two together and even partaking in ship wars as to whether Vox x 'U' is better then Vox x Val.

- Theres one day where Vox quickly puts his phone down after reading a rather concerning expert from what is certainly explicit fanfiction between the two of you, even him deciding that that's enough internet for today while just sitting staring off into space silently for a solid 10 seconds.

- Vox's sleepless nights pouring over his code to try and keep out your attacks, him glitching out whenever he finds infuriating messages left by you, etc. Begin to become routine and he just anticipates the consistent blows to his pride you give him at every turn.

- A weird, unconscious part of him deep down begins to enjoy your rivalry, almost wanting to see what punches you pull out next to disarm his constant losing battle to keep you out, but it gets squashed down the second he becomes aware of it.

- The rivalry is always at arms length, but sometimes he has to stop himself from replying with the same vaguely flirtatious tone you take on whenever he experiences a small win against you.

- He fights to make sure he doesn't have any potential of getting too into it.

- Things take a different turn, though, with the double blow of Alastor coming back and his on-off relationship with Valentino once again going up in flames.

- After stopping his usual monitoring of all things going on in hell online and in real life as picked up by his cameras, he presses his face into his hands with a long, exhausted groan as he fights crying.

- All the people he was actually interested in were as unrequited as per usual. He always tried so hard with Alastor, but as always, he never got anything but met with the clear reminder they would never be anything more.

- And, of course, any potential of anything more happening with Val was completely off the table. It would be stupid to even think about anything real with him.

- He shut his eyes, putting his screen on the desk in front of him.

- Was he just not worth it? Was that it?

- He startled when he heard the familiar crackle of the speakers coming to life around him. It was rare he ever heard your voice coming through his speakers, you usually preferring to just leave messages, however you decided to surprise him tonight apparently.

- Your blurred out face appears on the screens, only showing the lower half of your grinning face.

- "Oh Boooooxybooooy! I found some world-shattering cringey shit you did 2 months back, i-" You begin singing out, before stopping, seeing by his expression.

- Vox was trembling, looking as if he was about fall apart at any second. His monitor was dulled, red eyes half lidded with pixelated bags forming under them, his bottom lip slightly quivering around his sharp teeth.

- "What the- fuck- ....are you alright?" You asked unsurely.

- Vox finally snapped out of it, realising that you were here witnessing him in a way that was very much not something he wanted you of all people to see him in. His mask slid back on, but it was hardly convincing.

- "Of course it is. What the fuck do you wa-ant. I've got shit to do." He inwardly cursed as his voice glitched slightly. God fucking dammit why did you have to show up.

- He watched your lips on your mostly blurred out face slightly curl as you hummed, clearly not buying it.

- "You wanna stop with the lying bullshit and tell me the truth, Boxhead?" You somewhat chided him, your hand coming into sight as you leaned your cheek onto it. Vox let out a growling sound, going to spit some vitriol at you, but was cut off as you absentmindedly made your next comment.

"Felt you once again have a fit about the radio demon going online. Lights in my house and the houses out my windows started flashing and shit. Is it hi-" your brows shot up and eyes widened, this hidden behind the censorship as you watched Vox, leader of the Vees, your rival, let out a shuddering breath and actually start crying comically pixilated tears right before your eyes.

- Vox's claws gripped into his desk as he grit his teeth as he let out a gasping breath he fought to stifle. He was so goddamn exhausted that he just couldn't be assed to keep it all up anymore. It wasn't like you hadn't seen rather unsavoury things he'd been trying to hide anyways.

- "No shit it's about Alastor. It's always about him. Does it get you off knowing I can't get with the guy I have always wanted no matter how hard I try? There. Are you fucking happy now?" His voice cracks as he snarls the words out at you.

- You let out a long humming sound, as if thinking. "I mean, not really. I'd only be happy if you were this upset over me, not some old hazbin radio announcer who fell off years ago." You shrug with a slightly sad smile.

- Vox squinted at you, confused.

- "I mean, come on, I'm your rival too. Why neglect me so much in all this?" You press your bottom lip out in mock sadness, tone mocking again. Your words are true despite the joking tone however, it did bother you that he always seemed so much more ready to go running after the most obviously aroace man you think you had seen in your entire fucking life.

- Vox couldn't believe what he was hearing, hot embarrassment caused his monitor to start heating up a bit, painting animated flush over his cheeks. "Oh, stop taking the piss, U. Fuck off." He scoffed, rolling his eyes, looking to the side in irritation.

- You chuckle at him, shaking your head and causing the thing blurring your face to shake with it. "Is it really that hard to believe I'm into what we have going on here?" Your voice is still lined with the usual tone you take on with him, but much less so.

- Vox looks back at your blurred, smiling face incredulously. "Yes." He growled, blinking his tears away as he regained his composure a bit.

- You sigh heavily, rolling your eyes. "Ooookay, well, once you're done riding the coattails of a man who will never want you, come hit me up, Boxhead." You say through smiling lips, before abruptly pressing 'hang up' on the call so he didn't have time to actually respond.

- Vox sat in bewildered silence, not able to react properly as his brain felt as if it was working on low resolution comprehending what you just said.

- His face heated up the more he thought about it, heart beginning to hammer in his chest as he laughed in disbelief. No way. No fucking way.

- But you had said it.

- Despite his usual pessimistic nature, he allowed himself to actually believe it, chuckling.

- He looked over to his phone as a notification sound rang out to see a photo of himself presumably just now; flustered, eyes wide in disbelief and unfocused while staring off into space, a crooked grin on his face.

- It was captioned as follows; 'POV: local pathetic radio simp finds out other rival actually wants him'

- "FUCK." He yelled out in embarrassment, knocking out several of his monitors with a surge of electricity.

I loved writing this sm omfggg.

There's definitely part 2 potential to this one, but it would have to be in a while w all the other stuff I'm gonna get to first.

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#vox #vox headcanons #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader

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signedmio · 4 months

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WHATS GOOD MIO!!! I am now here with my request 😎 if you need more information about this request feel free to DM me! anyways….

Now, May I request Lucifer Morningstar with a GN!Reader whos a Gyaru(O)? Just to explain the lore of Gyaru, If you know, Gyaru originated in Japan in the 90’s as a rebellion against the stereotypical beauty standard of having pale skin and dark hair, these gyarus — Gals or perhaps, Guys — were very flashy and outgoing, now other people except Japanese people wear Gyaru(o) and they are usually called “Gaijin Gyaru(O)” and it means a gyaru who doesn’t reside in Japan, Gyaru(O) has many sub-styles such as Hime, Agejo, Rokku, Manba/Banba, and much more from this wikipedia.

Thank you so much! I hope this isn’t too much and have fun! =)

WHATS GOOD BRAAAHH !?

this concept is crazy cool haha!! i really tried to do my proper research but if this is considered offensive in anyway shape or form, please tell me and i will either rewrite it or take it down!!

also i’m so sorry this took so long jax haha, i was bit nervous going into this because this is something i’m not that educated about, and i have definitely been procrastinating requests lately lol, so my deepest apologies!!

from what i gathered, gyaru seems to be a japanese clothing/makeup style with a bunch of variety and levels, but if i’m wrong please correct me haha

also the gif is from one of my moots so, little shoutout to her !! haha

Warrnings: Possibily inaccurate representation of Gyaru

Lucifer Morningstar x GN!Gyaru!Reader

Lucifer didn’t really know what ‘Gyaru’ was until he met, or started dating, you!

“Oh, yeah, I’m really into Gyaru.” You said to the blonde at the other side of the table whilst on your first date, you were trying to ask questions to get to know eachother, and you asked what he was interested in, and he said rubber ducks, which hey, everyone’s got a weird thing their into, so you don’t judge.

“Oh my golly, I love that band, we have so much in common, we really need to go see them!! With that one Gearoo guy on the drums who just ba-da-duh-bey!—” Lucifer rambled, even though he was very far off, he was just trying to have common interests, and on that note; he pronounced ‘Gyaru’ so wrong…

“Oh, their not a ba—” You began, before Lucifer let out a ‘Ohh’ before beginning again.

“Gee, that’s my bad, I have a bit of an old man brain, with a daughter at home and all, her and her little friends! Heheh! Sometimes I just go coo-coo-coo! Sorry, wow, I’m just crazy..” Lucifer rambled once more, his voice trailing off at the end, as if he had an epiphany, giving an awkward, and slightly cheery chuckle, slapping his knee softly, before making awkward eye contact with you with a nervous but toothy grin. Yep, you loved him already. He has zero idea how you still gave him a chance after that.

Once Luci actually learns what Gyaru is, he genuinely does find it quite interesting.

He would be tempted to try it out, maybe a makeup look or a fit, but nothing too extreme, he’s still dipping his toes in haha

Also, he’s incredibly supportive, he loves admiring you as you get ready and pick out something to wear or do your makeup or whatever and however you get ready!!

If he has a meeting, he will definitely have you style him a sick looking outfit!!

Overall, he’s very supportive, the fact that your supportive of his odd duck obsession, he loves, so he owes it to ya :)

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msfantasy · 1 year

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Time Traveller

Summary: a short on how Y/n travels back in time and meets her younger husband.

Ominis Gaunt x reader

Ominis would typically wish that he was anywhere else but here.

Tonight, however, is different. Tonight the Gaunt family is joined at the diner table by a special guest, who just so happens to be a ‘distant’ relative from the future. When she first step through the manor, she had explained she is a Gaunt by marriage only to non-other than Ominis himself. He found it incredibly difficult to fathom such a concept.

Yet here we are.

Sitting next to her, he can smell a faint whiff of her intoxicating perfume. One cannot possibly smell this delightful.

She is obviously not capable of maintaining a refined composure as she continues to fidget in her seat as she fiddles with the objects around her. She often starts rattling off random pieces of small talk to fill the awkward silence which she is clearly not use to.

Ominis can sense his mothers growing irritations with the woman’s insistent restlessness. Afraid of the poor woman was about to suffer his mothers wrath. He reaches his hand out, placing a firm palm on her arm. He was about to gently tell her to ease up. Only she quickly shuts her mouth after muttering her apologies.

This takes Ominis aback. How had she known what he was about to say?

Regardless, Ominis mother makes an excuse and departs the dining table that evening along with his father.

Bored Marvolo bids a good evening, retiring to his room leaving Ominis and Y/n alone at the dinner table together.

“I’m sorry- I’m just not use to this level of quite.” She says leaning towards the milky eyed boy. A small smile crosses his face. “You know how it is… we’ll actually I suppose you don’t yet.” She heaves a heavy as leans in bonking her head into his shoulder. “Dear Merlin- I miss you so much. It’s odd isn’t it? Missing you and yet you’re next to me.”

“I suppose we have a loving marriage then?” He asks with amusement.

“Oh wow… if you knew what you’re like in future… you’d understand why that question is so funny.” A small laugh escapes him, finding great difficulty in imagining himself in a love sick state.

Ominis sits back in his seat, unable to comprehend a happy life. For such a long time, Ominis had come to terms with the cards life had dealt him. He was incredibly glad to hear that life does get better. “Please… I know you cannot overshare but please, tell me if I am happy… truely happy?”

The woman snakes her comforting arms around his shoulders and brings him into a tender hold against her chest. He was about to protest at her intrusive hold until he was cut off as she hushes his thoughts and pats loving strokes down his head. “This is how I hold our children when they’re upset or sick. Sometimes this is how I hold you at night when you had a bad day at work.” A blush of embarrassment crossed his cheeks. Surely, he doesn’t have his wife hold him in such a childish manner. Turning her head she places a chaste kiss on his temple the way mothers do when leaving their children on platform 9 3/4.

She’s so loving, so maternal, so safe. Ominis feels utterly safe in her arms. Merlin- he never wants her to let go of him, but she does release him from her grasp.

Her touch recedes leaving him desperate for her hold once again.

“Ominis my love?” She calls for his attention cupping his jaw. “I am filled with such sorrow, seeing how your life was. Just remember it won’t be long.” She stands pulling away from Ominis. His skin feels cold at her absence.

A colourful swirl opens up in the living room, a portal opens calling for the woman to return. “Wait! Tell me how I win your heart.” Ominis asked with slight desperation filling his voice.

A soft giggles escapes her lips. “The very first moment I beheld you, my heart was irrevocably gone.”

She steps through the swirl and was surrounded by darkness, she continues her journey in the aimless direction until a hazy imagine appears becoming more discernible with each step.

A man stands before her, his arms held open, patiently waiting for her to return into his embrace. Ramming into the man, she holds him in great desperation. “Offt!” He grunts at the force of her embrace. “You were only gone a day my love.” Ominis coos running his fingers through her rich hair.

J“A day too long.” She whispers as she buries her face into his shirt.

#Ominis gaunt x reader #Ominis gaunt imagine #Ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis gaunt x mc #Ominis x reader #Ominis imagine #Ominis x you #ominis x y/n #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy

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m-jelly · 10 months

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Hello! I don't know if this where you can request? Bcs I usually read them. But if this is the correct place to request, then I would like to have a levi oneshot, a Hybrid AU to be specific? This is my first time requesting something, so idk how the system works?

So basically, the fem!reader is a petite, shy, smol bunny hybrid - she got bunny ears and tail in appearance and also has the bunny/prey instinct like. She works as a florist and is either reading or making a bouquet (or doing other stuff) during her free time.

levi - he's a wolf, the appearance is the same as how reader's is: got wolf ears and fluffy tail as well as the predator/alpha instinct, he kinda got dragged by hange and erwin for some purpose -

He just happened to came across her shop while walking around - well to be exact, trying to run away from his friends - and he smell a slight sweet aroma from the shop and just out of curiosity to find out who/what it is.

And that is where they meet. At that time the reader was very intimidated by levi bcs of him being the predator and ofc the frown he has on his face. So she kinda just froze whatever what she was doing and just stared at him intensely out of fear. (also she had to take over her friend's place at that time, usually she just works as a preparation of flowers) And then the introduction and the flow of the story is up to you.

My apologies if this request looks detailed. You can twist the plot in your own way bcs I hv a thing for predator & prey/ wolf & bunny concept, you know? (I very much adore them) hope you can understand them, English isn't my first language. It can be quite confusing. You can ignore them if it's difficult for you - since I already read your request information, so I'm worried if this is how it should be. Other than that, remember to take your time and have breaks to rest!

Anon? I LOVE this request. I've done a bunny reader x wolf Levi long fic and I am addicted to the concept. I love it so much!

@ladycheesington <;3 Bringing this banner back to remember the fun fic!

Puppy eyes

Pairing: Levi x fem! Reader

Tags and warnings: Future AU, hybrids, wolf Levi, bunny reader, fluff, romance, falling in love, gaining trust

Levi runs from his friends and gets enchanted by the nice scent of his destined mate. Levi tries to get to know you, but you're very nervous. Levi keeps coming to the shop to earn your trust and finally asks you on a date.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

Levi was irritated by his friends, who had dragged him around the city. He wanted to go home and be left alone. He was jogging through the street, but he slowed down when he smelt something so intoxicating to him. His tail wagged a little as he followed the wonderful smell to a cute florist.

He pushed open the door to see the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life. He felt breathless as he gazed at you, your adorable little bunny ears twitching now and then as you focused on arranging some flowers for an order.

Levi's tail started wagging fast as he felt joy fill his heart. He moved closer to you and tried to control his excitement, but it was a bit hard. "H-Hi!"

You jumped at the voice and looked up to see a big wolf gazing at you. Your ears went back as you shook a little. You didn't know what to say or do. Normally you were prepared to talk to people, but seeing a wolf just appear out of nowhere was hard. Plus, you felt this intense connection to him on a deep romantic level.

Levi moved closer and leaned on the counter. "Are you okay?"

You back up a bit as he stared at you with a frown. You let out a little whimper. You didn't know what to say. The wolf before you was incredibly handsome, even though he had a frown. You felt bad for freezing up, but your old predator and prey instincts had flared up.

Levi's ears flattened as he whined. "I've scared you...I'm sorry. It's just...you smell like my mate and you're so pretty."

You gulped hard. "S-Sorry, you umm...surprised me."

Levi perked up and his tail began wagging hard again. "I'm sorry too! I won't hurt you, I just want to talk to you." He pointed. "I will buy something. I love flowers. Um...can we talk?"

You shifted a little. "I um...sure."

He wagged his tail fast. "Really? Wonderful!" He cleared his throat and hurried around the shop. "I'm Levi."

You gave your name. "Umm."

Levi grabbed a few flowers and hurried over to you as he hugged the flowers. "These."

You gazed at his tail wagging and smiled a little. "Those?"

"Yes."

You took them for him and wrapped them up. You told him the price and let him pay for it all. "Thank you."

He gazed at you. "You're pretty."

You gasped as Levi ran out of the shop and left you alone with your thoughts. You blushed a little and felt rather happy. You were still a little scared, but he was rather cute and sweet under the surface.

Your friend leaned in the doorway and gazed at you. "He's back again."

Your cheeks burned as you thought about Levi. Levi had come to visit you often. He would buy a lot of flowers and plants and ask to see you. At first, you were nervous around him but you soon got to know him and he was rather nice and sweet.

You cleaned your hands and smiled. "I'll go see him."

"You know, he's rather cute for a wolf."

You felt your cheeks burn. "Yeah."

She hummed a laugh. "A wolf and a bunny, huh? Adorable. He'll hunt you do for kisses and cuddles."

You shifted a little. "That sounds...nice..." You hurried out of the room and bumped into Levi. "Hello."

Levi's tail wagged hard. "Hi."

You hummed a laugh. "Your tail gives your emotions away."

"My face fails me, but my tail always shows how I feel."

"You must really like me."

He nodded. "I do." He gulped hard. "Are you still scared of me?"

You shook your head. "No, you've proven you're a nice wolf."

He walked closer to you. "You smell good."

You blushed a little. "Thank you."

He leaned closer and sniffed. "Mm."

You giggled as he sniffed the crook of your neck. "Tickles."

He pulled back and blushed. "Sorry."

Your little tail wiggled in happiness. "You're really cute."

"If...I'm cute...would...would you like to umm...go on a date with me?" He gulped hard. "I know I'm scary still, but umm...I like you and I feel a connection to you. I think we're mates."

You reached over and took his hand in yours. As soon as you touched, you both felt electricity shoot through you both. "I feel it too."

He gasped and pulled out a little brooch with a flower encased inside it. "I made this for you. The flower I got here, but I made the brooch. I just wanted you to know how serious I am about you."

You took it and pinned it on yourself. "I love it. Thank you so much."

He smiled as his tail wagged hard. "Tch, damn it brat bunny, you make me so happy."

You hummed a laugh. "You make me happy too."

"S-So, date?"

You nodded. "Date sounds great."

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redbuddi · 10 months

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Just went through your Phantom Redux tag and I like it so far!

I'm kinda curious about the Fenton family in this concept now. Any major changes from the original you'd like to share?

Yup!

When MILF meets DILF (Apologies for the awkward Jack design, I am bad at drawing large lads, this design is not final)

A lot of the core of the OG family will remain more or less the same, but like with Jazz slight tweaks need to be made to match the newer dynamics of the story.

Like in the OG series, Jack and Maddie are a couple obsessed with ghosts and ghost-hunting, despite never having found a ghost. I do have slight backstories for them this time, but these are details that would mainly exist in the background and probably won't ever come to the forefront.

For Maddie she had always been interested in ghosts, growing up in the swamps countless myths and stories were told to her and she had numerous encounters that made her adamant that ghosts were real. She studied hard and eventually got into a prestigious college on a scholarship, where she first met Jack and Vlad, and the story from there is the same as in the show.

She is loving, supportive, and fiercely protective of her children, and this in itself fuels her desire to hunt ghosts. From an early age she was taught to fear ghosts and other supernatural entities, and she wants to protect her family from any threats that may arise. However, ironically, it's this obsession with protection that makes her more absent from her kids lives than she probably should be. Even after Danny's accident, she still is obsessed with fighting ghosts, and the fact that tangible ghost threats show up shortly after certainly doesn't help.

She is sensitive to the fact that Danny and Jazz have grown distant, but is assuming that they're just rebelling as teens do. Still, it does kind of hurt the way Jazz doesn't seem to respect her work, and how neither kids seem interested in ghost-hunting, and as the story goes on this tension will only build.

Jack, on the other hand, is from old money, a family of ultra-rich and successful scientists, but like Maddie he developed an intense fascination with ghosts that wouldn't go away no matter what his family tried. He was also friends with Vlad from a very early age, who also came from a wealthy family and shared his interest in ghosts, but knew how to keep it on the down-low. They went to college together, and when Jack made it clear that he wasn't ever giving up on ghosts, the family decided that the best thing to do would just be to give him a massive lump-sum of money on the condition that he change his last name and never bring them up again. This is meant to explain how Jack got into the same fancy college as Maddie and Vlad despite being less competent, why you never see Jack's side of the family, and how the Fenton's are able to afford all of their facilities even before it turns out that ghosts are real. Like I said, though, this will primarily exist in the background, although as you can probably already tell it does also play into Vlad's backstory a bit~

Jack is loud, boisterous, and overwhelmingly positive. He isn't stupid, as many consider him to be, but he is extremely scatterbrained and will often miss the smaller details. He loves his kids and is passionate about sharing his work, but is more understanding of their lack of interest in ghost-hunting given his own break from his family. To him, it's much more important that his kids are around and happy than that they follow in their footsteps, something that he will often help remind Maddie of. He has a slightly better relationship with Jazz because of this, as Jazz sees him as incompetent but well-meaning, but for reasons he doesn't understand Danny is even more distant with him than with Maddie. The reason for this is because while Jack isn't a bad person and is certainly more open-minded than his parents, he is still very old-fashioned, especially when it comes to gender roles and traditional masculinity. On top of this, while both Danny's parents misgender him, being unaware that he is trans, Jack is more likely to use specifically gendered language like "That's my girl", while Maddie tends to use terms like "honey" or "sweetie," which is more gender-neutral.

Jack is somewhat aware of his old-fashioned behavior and will often ask and try to understand his families experiences as woman, but since Danny isn't one, this just further drives a wedge between the two.

As a unit Jack and Maddie are hell-bent on fighting ghosts, not just researching them, and this is the biggest difference between them and Team Phantom. Danny originally also believes that all ghosts are evil, and though he and Tucker invent the thermos to put the ghosts back in the Ghost Zone, this is less out of altruistic reasons and more because Danny simply lacks the ability to destroy ghosts at the beginning of the series. However over time they learn that evil ghosts are a small minority of ghosts, and the majority of them just want to be left alone. Over time Team Phantom will pivot it's approach from fighting ghosts, to understanding them and what their needs are, as even violent ghosts can become docile and even friendly if the right conditions are met. But meanwhile, Maddie and Jack are still hunting ghosts, and thus while at first Danny could at least try to cooperate behind his secret identity, he eventually becomes actively opposed to them, as does Jazz, making life in the Fenton household even more stressful as the story goes on...

#ask #asks #danny phantom #phantom redux #sorry for the long delay i am bad at getting around to answering asks TT_TT

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hellooooo ally!! i have officially read it’s christmas (so this is gonna be a nightmare) twice lucky me!!! what a treat!!! i have so many thoughts and feelings about the fic you don’t understand how much i love the trope/concept of fic!matty not being liked or accepted by people outside the band because of his “quirks” (serious and personal mental health/ addiction issues) because it’s just so unfair. perfect angst and also very realistic???? being written off as Bad News because he experiences hardships that are more scary and extreme than most people?? so wonderfully devastating and very real.

you aren’t allowed to apologise for the fic not being finished. you’ve done it to every other ask but i’m putting my foot down. no apology please!!! releasing it in parts just builds suspense anyways i love it.

now for the clumsy partner prompts!!! thankyou sooooo much for reblogging the list i feel very blessed. i’d like to request gatty 15, 16, 17 and 18 (they are all pretty similar so you could maybe combine some in one blurb? but obviously im not telling you how to write do whatever calls to you i just feel bad for requesting so many at once😅)

as always have a lovely rest of your day and i’m really looking forward to whatever you post next!!! love ya😇🩷

Hello! Thank you so, so, so much for reading the first bit of the Christmas fic not only once but TWICE! I hope it's lived up to the hype even if it's not finished yet. Poor Fictional!Matty just wants his future in laws to like him, because he's not the same person he was when he was in his early twenties, he's worked on himself and deserves to be given a chance! Also I will not apologize for the fic not being finished by Christmas as requested even though I am sorry that I didn't finish it - it will hopefully be finished by the end of January at the latest!

Also!! thank you so much for not only suggesting the clumsy partner prompts to me, but also sending in this prompt request! I wanted to challenge myself a little bit, so I actually (I think!) managed to weave all four of them into one fill! Let me know what you think! If this wasn't what you were looking for, let me know and I will rewrite them! (If anyone else wants to send in any prompts, the list can be found HERE)

Thank you so much for reading and sending in this ask and for always just being so lovely and wonderful and supportive! I'm so sorry that it's taken me a minute to get to some of your other prompt requests as well! I hope you enjoy this one though and I look forward to hearing your thoughts! Thank you again!!

❤️Ally

15. “I’m sorry I’m so much trouble, really.”

“Shhh, stop it. You're no trouble at all, zero.”

16. Their partner sometimes feeling that their clumsy tendencies ruin everything and them, actually finding it endearing. They are sure to let their partner know they love it.

17. “Oh, I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You won’t mess it up, go on and give it a try.”

18. Makes it clear to their partner and anyone on the outside that just because they’re worried, doesn’t mean that their partner needs them or depends on them. It’s simply their partner allowing them to do the things that make them comfortable because they’re always worrying.

Matty knew he wasn’t the most coordinated person on the face of the Earth. He was always tripping over his feet, his head in the clouds as he bumped into things and other people, stumbling over curbs and spilling cups of coffee. George always had bandages in his backpack, and an extra Matty-sized shirt for when an inevitable incident occurred. His knees were permanently bruised and his palms forever scrapped. Despite George’s endless patience, and “I’ll kiss it betters” Matty wanted to die each time they were late for a meeting because Matty ate it in the parking lot.

He had been horrible at sports as a child, his limbs never seeming to want to move the way he directed them, despite not being very large he felt like he had never properly grown into his body and developed the spacial awareness and grace that George seemed to carry. He had tried yoga but just grew frustrated at the disconnect he felt from his physical form and had quickly given up, citing some bullshit about not subscribing to George’s crunchy granola agenda. They both knew he was spouting nonsense.

Thanks to Matty, they were going to be twenty minutes late to their first fully staged rehearsal for the new tour. Matty was so careful focusing on his footfalls, holding his Starbucks cup away from his body so it wouldn’t splash onto his white tee shirt. He wasn’t even wearing his airpods, he was making sure he was aware of his surroundings George until he tripped on a crack in the sidewalk. He managed to not only spill his coffee down his entire front, but bang his elbow on the cement so that it was now bleeding sluggishly. Matty sat on his ass in a puddle of coffee trying to comprehend what just happened while George looked on in mild horror.

“Are you alright?” George asked softly, voice thick with concern as he helped pull Matty to his feet, careful of his bleeding elbow, scarlet splatter bright against the white coffee stained fabric of his shirt.

“I’m fine,” Matty said, his lower lip wobbling in frustration. He wanted to pull away from George’s grasp but wasn’t sure his shaking knees would support him on his own. His elbow stung and he wanted to cry in frustration. If he couldn’t walk down the street, how was he ever supposed to handle thirty nine North American tour dates?

Today was supposed to be a good day, Matty thought hysterically, an important day, and as per usual not only were they late, it was his fault.

“Hey,” said George, tugging Matty into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s okay, you’re okay. Let’s go get you patched up, I think I have an extra shirt in my bag.”

Because of course he had an extra shirt, because he knew that Matty couldn’t be expected to walk normally like an adult without spilling something. Matty should have woken up earlier and drank his coffee at home, sitting safely at the kitchen table. George led him through the doors of the venue they were renting for rehearsal space, flashing their credentials to the security guard and following the signs in the hallway to lead him straight to the bathroom.

“I’m sorry,” said Matty, his voice wet, fuck he really was about to start crying, as George helped him sit up on the lip of the sink so that he could clean his elbow with a damp brown paper towel. “I’m sorry I’m so much trouble, really.”

“Shhh, stop it.” said George, pulling away so that he could look Matty in the eyes. “You're no trouble at all, zero.”

“But I’m always tripping over myself and ruining things,” Matty said with a sniffle.

George threw the paper towel away and pulled a box of bandages and a small tube of antibiotic ointment out of his backpack. He dabbed the ointment gently against Matty’s scraped skin with a careful kindness that made Matty’s heart hurt. He didn’t deserve George.

“It’s kind of cute,” George said quietly, after a moment, Matty swallowing a hiss of pain as the scrap stung. “Like obviously, I don’t like it when you get hurt, it makes me quite nervous actually, but you’re cute, like a baby deer discovering they have legs for the first time.”

“A baby deer?” Matty asked, raising his eyebrow amongst the pain, his eyes still wet even as he tried to force a smile.

“The cutest baby deer,” said George with a small grin, smoothing the bandage over Matty’s elbow before leaning down to press a kiss to the plaster.

Matty just snorted in response, and hopped off the counter, pretending he didn’t notice the way George was hovering at his side, ready to reach out and grab him in case something went wrong.

“Thanks,” he said, taking the offered black tee shirt from George and pulling off the now stained white one he was wearing. He pretended not to notice the way George was blatantly checking out his chest and stomach as if he didn’t see him naked on a daily basis.

“It’s nice of you to join us,” said Ross smirking, “Even if you’re never beating the diva allegations, Healy.” Matty sighed dramatically when they finally joined the group in front of the stage, his eyes going wide as he took in his vision come to life.

“I had a little mishap in the parking lot,” he admitted sheepishly, holding out his now bandaged elbow for Ross and Adam to see.

“You’ve got to be more careful mate,” said Adam, ruffling Matty’s hair as they sat down on the sofa that had been brought into the space, and went over the stage show with Tobias.

“I want to cut the song on the roof,” Matty said quietly after a moment, when the time came in the first run through for him to put on a harness and climb up onto the roof portion of their set. The music stopped as Matty chewed on his lower lip nervously.

George blinked, that was a segment that Matty had been dead set on, and excited to perform, having chattered about the visual implications of doing so and how it furthered the story for weeks.

“What?” George asked his expression of concern and confusion mirrored on Ross and Adam’s faces as well.

“Oh, I don’t want to mess it up.” Matty said softly with a shrug, “I’m so clumsy I’ll probably fall off the roof and traumatize our fan base or something.”

“You won’t mess it up,” George assured him even if Ross and Adam looked skeptical. “Go on and give it a try.”

Matty opened his mouth as if to argue but George just shook his head. “No, go on, try it out, there is a whole team of people that are going to make sure you’re okay, and you’ll have the harness so even if you do slip, you won’t fall far.”

Matty swallowed hard but nodded, having needed the extra push from George, to disappear into the makeshift backstage.

“You sure this is a good idea?” Ross asked quietly, stepping away from his microphone to make sure Matty didn’t hear him. “I was worried about it when he was all excited about it, but now if he’s even having second thoughts...”

George shrugged, fiddling with one of the drum sticks. “I’m worried, obviously,” George said, “but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t support him, he wanted to do the song on the roof, so we should at least try the song on the roof, there are foot holes, and handles up there, plus he has a harness on to make sure even if he does fall he won’t fall far.”

“You’re a better man than me,” said Adam, “I’d have Carly wrapped in bubble wrap if she was as accident prone as Matty.”

George shrugged, smiling when he looked up and saw Matty waving from the roof, before flashing a thumbs up.

“We’re partners,” George reminded him, “and that means working together as a team.”

#allylikethecat #ask ally #keep it kind #fanfiction #matty fic #gatty #fanfic #prompt fill #prompt fills #clumsy partner prompts #clumsy partner prompt fills #clumsy partner prompt fill #thank you so much again for sending in this list #and also requesting these prompts #and all of your kind words about my writing #you're so lovely and supportive and i am so very grateful #thank you so much!

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Hi. Hope you’re well! I’ve been focusing on writing my first book for months but I’ve yet to complete an outline (I need an outline to be able to write). I know the start and the end and have developed characters but the rest feels impossible. I get overwhelmed by the possible ways I could take the story and the different concepts I could incorporate and yet any ideas I have for conflict feel hollow and not true to the characters and story. My novel is a fantasy and I just keep falling into the ‘protagonist fights bad guy somehow’ route, which I know isn’t a bad thing but it all feels very forced and false in my story. I don’t know how to fill the gap between the start and end and I feel like even if I did, it wouldn’t be enough to be a whole novel. I want to focus on the relationship and conflict between the main characters but can’t think of actual things that need to happen. I really hope this makes sense, apologies if it doesn’t!

Hello hello, I'm absolutely mortified to realise that this ask came in seven months ago and I am SO sorry. I hope I'm not answering so late that my answer is of no use at all.

I’ll answer in two parts: first, some tips for outlines and what to do when you’re stuck with them; second, some thoughts on what counts as conflict and different ways it can be used to create plot points. The TL;DR version of this answer is:

Instead of trying to make an outline "stretch" to cover a whole novel, shrink the story to fit your outline.

Reverse-engineer plots of stories that you find inspiring and see how it’s done there.

Conflict and relationships between characters absolutely count as “actual things that need to happen” in a story.

What we consider the actual events of a story are basically the result of various reactions between sources of conflict and characters.

The conflict and reaction – i.e., the actual events – look different depending on the genre

Genre can offer a guideline, but you don’t have to be defined by it.

Part I: Troubleshooting Outlines

1) Scale down the story

Instead of trying to make an outline "stretch" to cover a whole novel, shrink the story to fit your outline. Try a novella or short story first! You may find once you've written the short version that you've learned enough about your world, characters and plot to expand it – or you might be happy with it as it is. It may even be helpful to ditch the confines of novel/novella/short story etc altogether and just outline without regard for length (unless of course you like having that structure to work within!).

The fun thing with working on a smaller scale is that it's easier to try out all those different ideas, too. No writing is ever wasted, even if you don't make a finished piece out of something.

2) Try a different plot structure

Reedsy has a very helpful article about seven different types of plot structure – it’s not exhaustive, but these are the most common types, and they’re very well-explained here. If you feel like you’re trying to make your outline meet with certain genre expectations, then choosing a more “adaptable” structure such as Dan Harmon’s Story Circle might help shake something loose.

This is also the point where studying media that uses these plot structures is useful – study how the plot moves from point to point, and ask yourself what you could to replicate that.

3) Cut up the outline

Instead of looking at the big picture, zoom in and work out the series of events for a smaller section of the story. If you’re following a set structure, work out the series of events of the first part/act. So if you were working with the aforementioned Story Circle structure, you’d take maybe the first part (A Character is in a zone of comfort) and break that up into questions like:

What is their comfort zone/status quo? – sets up the story.

Why do they still keep it? – tells readers about your character and their situation.

What could possibly compel them to step outside of it? – sets up the character’s/characters’ goals in life; leads into the next stage of the plot structure.

You could even only write that first part, as if it’s an isolated piece of story, and see if any more inspiration pops up while you’re writing. Sometimes you need to grease the wheels of your brain by experimenting before they’ll start turning.

Part II: Plot outlines, conflict, and genre-blending

In any genre, the plot points are (basically) generated by the character’s reaction to conflict. There are different “sizes” of conflict. Some are big and have stakes that could make or break the whole world. Some are small, and boil down to the relationships between characters, or a character’s own inner conflict with themself. All of these can drive a story forwards.

Fantasy typically deals with those broad, world-sweeping conflicts, but the smaller conflicts can drive the plot just as well as the big ones. Let’s take The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien as an example. The initial source of conflict – the reason the story exists – is the existence of The One Ring, and the threat that if the Ring ever returns to its creator, the entire world would fall into shadow and destruction. By a series of unlikely chances, the Ring is now in the hands of a hobbit called Frodo. The inciting incident – the thing that sets the story moving – is when Frodo learns that the Dark Lord has sent his agents to reclaim the Ring, forcing him to flee his home in fear for his life (and also for the fate of the world, but that’s less of a consideration for him personally at that point).

The first major arc of the story concerns Frodo and his friends’ flight from the Shire to Rivendell. Many things happen to them in that arc. Sources of conflict include a sentient (semi-sentient?) forest, the enemies pursuing them, undead kings, traitorous humans, a guy called Bill Ferney, and the mysterious absence of the man who was meant to be their guide and protector. It’s a series of events presumably devised by Tolkien asking himself “how can I draw these characters deeper into the plot?”, “what could make their situation worse and/or better?” and “what cool worldbuilding can I make relevant/utilise here?”. (These are all very useful questions to ask yourself when building an outline!)

What I find the most interesting about the plotting of The Fellowship (and the entire trilogy) is that, for all the high stakes and despite the sheer scale of the threat, it’s often the “small” (i.e., interpersonal or internal) conflicts that have the biggest impacts on the story. At the climax of The Fellowship, the company breaks up, not because of some devastating blow from the bad guy they’re fighting, but because of

Interpersonal conflict: two characters fundamentally disagree about something (Boromir and Frodo disagree about who should carry the Ring/what to do with it).

Inner conflict: Frodo is overcome by his fears that he’s bringing his friends into danger and that his own friends could become a danger to him.

Granted, there are other narrative and fantasy world aspects going on as well (because there can be layers and/or multiple sources of conflict), but ultimately it’s the conflict between characters and one character’s reaction to this that decides the outcome!

In other genres, the plot is entirely built up from these kinds of personal conflicts. Romance is the strongest example, but not the only one – soap operas, family dramas, slice of life and certain classical novels all use them as a framework. Perhaps romance isn’t your cup of tea, or you don’t want any romantic relationships in your book, but I think there is still a lot to learn from studying the plot of romance stories – particularly if you want to write something that focuses more on character relationships, as opposed to genre-typical conflicts. Authors like Rainbow Rowell (The Simon Snow trilogy) and Joy Demorra (Hunger Pangs) have blended romance and fantasy genre elements to tell stories that feature the best of both.

And if you want an example of a story with a plot that’s mostly driven by a non-romantic relationship, look at the video game The Last of Us. Although there’s the overarching plot of travelling across the country in hopes of finding a cure for a zombie virus, it’s the found family relationship between Joel and Ellie that carries the story. Just off the top of my head, there’s a significant plot point created by Ellie thinking that Joel is using her as a replacement for his dead daughter, so she runs off. It’s compelling because by that point, the big stakes (Ellie is humanity’s last hope for a cure, on her own in a dangerous world) are almost secondary to what this might mean for their relationship. At the final climax, it’s Joel’s internal conflict (his affection for Ellie VS the possibility of a cure for everyone) and his reaction to it (choosing Ellie) that carries the story to a superb ending which has haunted me for well over six years.

Which is all to say that genre is far from being a rigid box you have to work inside of. You can absolutely borrow elements from other genres and recontextualise them to tell the story that feels more authentic to your characters; the story that you want to tell. Play with different possibilities! Write multiple outlines if you need to, and see which one feels right. Try asking yourself a series of questions such as:

If my story was a [romance/family drama/medical drama/slice-of-life, etc.], what might happen next? – i.e., what kind of conflict could your characters face next, and where might it come from?

How would my characters react to this plot point? – what choices would they make that could then move the plot forwards? (Note that a character not reacting can also create a plot point: the important thing is there needs to be some sort of consequence, which acts like a stepping-stone to the next plot point).

What kind of influence does my fantasy setting have on this? – i.e., What parts of my fantasy worldbuilding can I use here? What are the external/background sources of conflict/stakes in play? What other consequences might there be for me to work with?

Or, would this plot point have an impact on the fantasy setting? – does it change something big or have far-reaching consequences?

Hopefully something in here will help you get unstuck (if you haven't already (⌒_⌒;) Again, apologies for the long wait!).

Best wishes with your writing! x

#writeblr #writing advice #plotting #outlines

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7. Winter sunrise

(12 months after the death of Mr and Mrs Lee)

As they stood at the front of his house, Minhyeok's gaze fell on Raon, her petite frame bundled in layers against the frigid winter air. Her eyes flickered with a hint of unease, her small hands clasped together as she fidgeted beside him.

The gentle breeze carried the scent of frost, painting the morning with a crisp, icy touch. Minhyeok reached out, his warm fingers enveloping hers, offering a silent reassurance. Her shoulders relaxed slightly as she turned to meet his gaze, a flicker of gratitude crossing her anxious features despite the opposite of what she was saying.

"Do we have to go out at this hour? I miss my bed already", her annoyed tone couldn't hide the fact that she did not drag him back into the house but only held on tighter.

Minhyeok could understand the reason for Raon's moody and gloomy behavior, but he did not want to pressure her or trivialize her struggle. More often than not, he preferred to distract her by being annoyingly active and bringing her with him to do things together.

This usually happened in their home or backyard, as Raon was not as comfortable going outside as much as before unless it was family trips. However, today was different.

Raon's eyes are red and puffy after crying with dark circles underneath them. Another nightmare, it happened a lot the first few months of their death, but thankfully it has been better, well, until now.

"It was worse than usual..."

It was past 4 AM in the morning before she came over to his room to wake him up. Without a word, she seized his hand, its icy grip pulling him from the depths of slumber. As they descended the stairs to the kitchen, her tears flowed unchecked, a torrent of anguish that left him reeling in its wake.

He might calm her down with leftover brownies they still have left in the fridge and a cup of warm milk, he also turns on the living room TV as she eats. Yet, she doesn't look comfortable being in the house, shrinking to herself further the longer they stay inside. So he suggested that they go out for a walk.

He might need to explain to his parents once they get back from the park, that his mom wouldn't be happy if she knew he only had a long coat and two heating pads with him. At least, he makes sure Raon is warm before they get out.

"A walk to the park is nothing you know? It will only take us a few minutes from here"

Raon only groaned at him, not a bit entertained by the idea, and even seemed disgruntled by it. Her long face is a little funny, she's not bad at PE, she is above average at best but never bad. It has always been amusing how she would always be the first to whine when the coach told them to run on the track.

While he does want to spend time with her in the backyard where she would be more comfortable, it didn't seem like a good idea today. So he started walking with her to the park, chatting along the way.

"Plus I want to show you the sunrise, it will be fun"

By the look on her face, she didn't get it, "Isn't it only sunrise, what is so fun about it?", just as he thought.

Honestly, he was like her before too, he rarely watched the sunrise, but it was the activity that his dad and mom seemed to enjoy a lot when they got time for it.

Though, the first time they took him to watch it, it was after he got angry at his mom for giving attention to his brother. He remembers his mom apologizing for neglecting him, which made him feel very bad about himself, his brother's awkward but genuine praises, and his dad making him apologize for his aggressive outburst and making him promise to discuss what was on his mind with them from now on. It was a humbling experience.

He tried to watch it on his own before when he didn't want to be at home. It doesn't feel the same when he does it with others.

"It's weirdly enjoyable, not on your own but when shared with others"

Raon seemed to understand the concept when she gave him an affirmative hum. They walked in comfortable silence, hand-in-hand until they reached the park.

In the ethereal glow of a winter dawn, they ambled through the park, their footsteps muffled by the crisp snow pavement beneath their feet. The crisp morning air carried the scent of pine needles and the distant sound of birdsong. As they approached their destination, a bench overlooking the city skyline, they noticed a smattering of locals exercising on the park's equipment.

With practiced ease, they settled onto the bench, their gazes fixed on the horizon where the first faint blush of sunrise was beginning to illuminate the sky.

"It's relaxing", he thought and decided to steal a glance at the girl beside him.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched Raon's eyes soften with a small smile admiring the captivating sight of the sunrise painting the winter morning sky in hues of pink and gold. Her face, illuminated by the soft light of dawn, reflected a sense of tranquility and beauty that seemed to mirror the peaceful stillness of the park around them.

At that moment, the chill of the winter air nipped at their noses and the morning unfolding before them. He couldn't take his eyes off her and he almost couldn't hear her when she talked to him, still admiring the scenery.

"Min, it's beautiful"

He only blinked at her before going back to enjoying the rising sun with her. His old man never tells him why or tells anyone much about himself, but he can see why he loves watching the sunrise with his mom so much.

"Yes, it is, isn't it?"

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb mc #whb minhyeok #whb oc

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Well, I've made minimal progress drawing my weird little alien alter (the face and appendages keep fucking with me, ngl, I really don't draw animals often lol) but I've had fun mentally plotting out a little story to entertain myself at work.

I thought it'd be fun to explore identity, disassociation, and relationships through this funky little dude. Mostly cause several of my earliest OCs are low-key excuses to explore myself cause I'm not very socially aware. I won't say stupid but like, it took 20+ years to even consider that I've never had any real attraction towards someone before in my life.

It's the tism

Anyway! So I was playing around with the concept of what would happen to your sense of self if you were stripped of your previous physical form and given a new one totally alien that didn't change with time. There's no aging. You can't grow into this body. Bond with others over the unique difficulties time gives you as you age.

Any friends you make, it's a real possibility now that they won't be there for anywhere near as long as you are. This clashes with the curse idea I started with but only if I dedicate to naming what it even is to start with. Whatever it is, it definitely isn't working like it was intended to.

And so, to do this for OP, I needed to start sometime before the main story to let this existential horror really sink in. And because I liked the idea of the timing, I figured the island Roger and Whitebeard fight would be a fun meeting point.

First idea was that they (cursed OC) go there recently-ish. Enough to know the island but not establish any super dedicated base. This goes into shenanigans where they steal a weapon to reach their only remaining human clothing item from a branch that it caught on when they fell into the verse. Naturally talking to the blade and promising to leave fruit as an apology for taking it. Maybe with an audience of a very amused owner.

The second idea is that they've been there for a very long time. The WBP and Roger pirates fight taking place just around the time their only human companion has passed, leaving them bereaved and alone. Extra sad points here. Maybe they lived together for several decades in a cabin and now it's so empty the prospect of leaving it behind feels as necessary as it is upsetting.

The third is even worse, the fight taking place several years after their friend's passing and with the lack of human company they've sort of devolved into something closer to an animal than a person. So much so that they have trouble talking for a while after suddenly being prompted to speak up. Initial idea is that Buggy is eaten by a giant frog and is saved but they tell him "wash. No hurt, wash" when they mean to say "you need to wash off the stomach acid or get 3rd degree burns in under an hour". Eventually leading the two captains to the abandoned house for tea but finding all the supplies for it having gone bad for some time.

Naturally, regardless of which one I go with, the custody battle is epic. Though I'm leaning with the third, ngl

Kiwi (their name for now, it's just my baby nickname lol) either goes with the WBP or Roger. If it's Roger the split goes badly and Kiwi ends up half feral again having been aggressively on the run to draw attention away from Shanks and Buggy. It's a few years before they're found again.

I'm leaning on the size thing being connected with state of mind. Like, vulnerable and afraid is the smol bean version. Feral is either the middle 'grown' version or full space dragon depending on how bad it is. Wholly aware and in control is usually smol bean but when talking to people 'on their level' or super comfortable, it's the grown version. So this fighting ring is a very feral, growly grown version with cat pupils.

I had a really horrible and sweet idea that Kiwi ends up in a fighting ring and nearly guts the newly appointed commander Thatch (like I could resist, who do you think I am???) Before noticing his jolly Roger tattoo.

"...friend?" And feels really bad about injuring him. He's confused but rolls with it, busting them out and is delighted to discover that Kiwi is in fact, an old friend of his captain. The rehabilitation is easier this time cause it hasn't been quite so long since Kiwi talked to people and didn't just exist in a fugue state.

Kiwi keeps more animalistic traits such as climbing people, chirping, purring, grooming, and expressive ears/tail body language. Maybe some face rubbing. You know. Like a cat lol

Not sure how human form comes about. But it'd be funny if they admit they miss certain aspects regardless of form. Like having four arms and finding clothes that fit without messing up thick fur.

#back on my bullshit #my weird alien avatar oc thing #gender and identity are weird #and sometimes you need to be ambigiously cursed to sort out your feelings about being gender ambivalent #my vibes are chaos and fear

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sunnibits · 2 years

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Another thing I was vaguely thinking about today (as in, considering extensively) was what cars I think modern AU ofmd characters would drive. Just. Randomly idk. I also know absolutely nothing about cars so I apologize in advance if I offend the people who actually know the breeds of car. (I may have had to use Google at some points and I’m probably still fucking shit up.)

Stede definitely drives the family man minivan or SUV yknow, for his kids. It’s absolutely covered with cheesy bumper stickers and it’s probably like. Idk beige or something. But it’s very much The Family Car. Also Stede is a super careful driver to the point of being agonizingly lame. Oluwande and Jim make the mistake of going on a trip with him ONCE and they’re like begging him the whole time to just go a LITTLE over the speed limit, at least MEET the speed limit please god Stede. He finally goes like 5 over with Ed’s encouragement and he feels so incredibly rebellious and wild he gets all giggly about it. But he does slow down again after like 3 minutes because he’s terrified of getting pulled over.

Ed drives THEE most intimidating, coolass pickup truck in either black or like, deep shiny purple. (Although, my friend also said he would drive a Jeep, and I can definitely that. Like one of those??? Square bitches??? Bonus points of it’s one of the bad boys with no doors, just no doors no roof baby. Feel that BREEZE.) He likes to BLAST his music too, heavy base, driving with the window down with one hand on the wheel, tapping his hand to the beat on the side of the car. Ed’s driving is…. questionable. Like, it’s not bad per se, but it’s a little crazy. It’s good for an action movie chase scene, bad for actual public driving. He would definitely race people. He absolutely speeds as he pleases, and sees turn signals as more of a suggestion than a necessary rule to follow.

I can’t decide if I want Izzy to have a nice sleek sedan/coupe/whatever or like, one of those little bitches. *checks smudged notes on hand* subcompact?? Idk but I am absolutely cracking up at the image in my head of Izzy in his super tiny car. Alternatively though I think he might drive like a nice coupe that he thinks is Hot Shit, like super cool (it’s not that cool). At first I couldn’t decide whether he would care about what he drives or not, like maybe he would think fancy cars or pretentious, but after some thought I definitely think he would care about his car way TOO much. He takes a lot of pride in his nice ride (again, not actually that cool) and he’s SUPER meticulous about it, he’s got to wash it every week and make sure it’s perfect. But of course the most important part of this concept is the fact that the other ‘crew members’ like Lucius or Frenchie or Roach or someone would ABSOLUTELY graffiti his car and scratch it up just to see how absolutely fucking livid he would be. He would lose his entire fucking mind while they giggled behind a bush nearby. And of course, this is pretty much a given, but Izzy is a very angry driver. That motherfucker has some intense road rage. He is that obnoxious bitch sticking his middle finger out the window and yelling at someone who cut him off. Oh and his car is either all black or grey/silver, obviously.

#this got so long I’m sorry #it’s so completely unnecessary but I am simply plagued with blorbo thoughts in every situation #I was literally in a parking lot like hm. how can I connect this to my blorbos 🤔#ofmd #edward teach #ed teach #stede bonnet #izzy hands

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mintibunny · 10 months

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Hello! I am new to Minti and learning about her after reading Driftward's fics. Does she end up getting together with Zero, or have I misread the magic kiss post's tone?

(Endwalker spoilers ahead! CW: Talk about consent, mental health.)

So! You've decided to start reading my blog. Thank you, hello, I apologize for the mess and lore confusion. I am a WoW refugee, now mostly permanent XIV player.

In the three years I've played XIV (off and on), this character has gone from having no lore to "Possible cryptid/reincarnated concept or a really traumatized Rava viera from Ivalice, we're making things up as we go." There are WoL Minti and Adventurer Minti versions, depending on whether I'm writing something to fit a friend's story.

Let's talk about Minti, then about Minti and Zero specifically.

"You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!" - Monty Python

Minti is an adult Rava Viera, regardless of whether she's WoL or Adventurer. She's lived long enough to go into exile close to the Garlean invasion of Dalmasca, receive various job crystals and training in Kugane and Eorzea, and ultimately join Gage Acquisitions as a hirable adventurer. She's also been the ward of one Lady Sabbatine Treleaux, former head of House Treleaux, now deceased and possibly haunting/part of a Dark Knight crystal.

In game, we see that Meteor has very different interactions/experiences with job crystals, ranging from unleashing his Inner Beast to the saga that is the Dark Knight storyline. Depending on how many jobs he runs, IC'ly he's a slow cooker full of spirits, emotions, a voidsent he's made a contract with, and whatever is going on with Sage, I haven't done that yet. Our hero is experiencing a lot.

Something similar can be said for Minti, although I organize her job crystal interactions into a choir analogy. Think Riva, the alien negotiator from Star Trek: Next Generation, in "Loud as a Whisper." I promise this is leading towards the answer, I just need to provide some background and explanations.

Minti's "Choir":

Lead Soprano: Samurai/Dancer

Understudy Soprano: Gunbreaker

Sopranos: Summoner, Machinist

Lead Alto: Reaper (filled position left by former lead alto, Dark Knight). Minti's voidsent is called Altoprima. Also known as Signora, the "Bella Voce" of Troia.

Alto: Dark Knight (stepped down from position as lead alto).

Background singers: Other jobs as the story calls for, although Sage or White Mage might be making an appearance once I get crafting to a point I'm good with.

I try to distinguish when these voices are "speaking" by using Tumblr's fonts. I'm not going to say which font represents which voice, to save some bits of mystery.

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Zero. Oh boy, Zero.

So, as we discover during the MSQ of Endwalker - and the patches leading up to confronting Golbez - Zero was Lord Zenos's voidsent. He was a reaper. Reapers make contracts with voidsent, who have a symbiotic relationship with each other: we get cool void powers, they get yummy yummy souls to feast on.

Zero remarks on at least one occasion on how Zenos thought about us, as a "friend." Depending on how you write it, and how much you think Zenos knows the Meteor/the WoL, they are privy to a *lot* of information about us.

So, when Minti meets Zero for the first time, whether it's in Radz-at-Han or on the Thirteenth, she's unnerved by them. They're this being who was bound to someone who had a very, very bad relationship with her. Zero is a Lord of their Domain, and they're very good at being a reaper and Memoriate. In the story I wrote, they're not the "Becoming Human" Zero we get later on. At the time of the encounter, they've made it to the Source, they're turning apples into Essence of Apple, etc.

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"Minti, you're taking too long."

Right, sorry.

So for the prompt, I chose Magic Kiss, interpreting it as "Demon Makes A Contract Through A Kiss With A Mortal." I was also playing out the scenario in my head as I was writing it, which hopefully explains why it wasn't neatly written out, like some of my other work.

Minti was scared by Zero doing a perfectly imitation of this Au Ra they'd seen in Radz-at-Han. In the moment, it reminded her of facing off against Zenos, and just being within earshot of the man. She didn't know what Zero intended to do to her, but she was not going to let it continue.

As the writer, I prefer not to put my characters in situations that stress me out or mirror similar situations I've experienced in my life. I get that people are free to write whatever they wish, it's their imaginations, there's really dark writing out there, etc., but I don't want to get into territory that makes me uncomfortable. (That's the theme of 2023 for me, Comfort.)

So yes, while there is a Magic Kiss, it's meant to be a Contract in the same vein as the ones Zero does/talks about in the MSQ. It's not intended to be sexual, and comes after a night's worth of discussion, summarized here: "You made me feel very scared, let's talk, and see if there's a way to acknowledge this happened and look for ways to not repeat this in the future. We're working together, and you're a voidsent who is learning how to Be Human. All that said, it doesn't excuse you from what happened." Prospects of a Zero X Minti ship are very low, at the moment. I know they're a fun character, and there are active ships, but that's how things played out on the ask.

I hope this clears things up, even a little. If you're looking for a comfy kiss response, I did one for Krile Baldesion and Minti!

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy oc #ffxiv #minti wol #final fantasy viera #minti chocolate #endwalker #answered asks

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Hi! Had this idea for a scenario when playing Don't Starve last week. Maxwell keeping Darling away from Charlie, as in Charlie constantly trying to get Darling to her side while Maxwell just wants to keep them away from the shadows and from Charlie while trying to survive.

I tried forever to try and make this a scenario but I struggled hard. Rivalry scenarios are harder than I thought 😅. So, I decided to make a concept for now and I'll make a scenario at a later date based off this if you wish. The plots I kept coming up with had horrible endings so I apologize.

Yandere! Maxwell vs Yandere! Charlie Concept

Pairing: Rivalry - Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere rivalry behavior, Manipulation, Mentioned murder, Mentioned past partnership issues/trauma, Mentions of insanity, Darling being stuck between two bad choices, Possessive behavior, Obsession.

- Maxwell is well acquainted with the shadows.

- He's been on that Shadow Throne since the beginning of Don't Starve

- It feels like a breath of fresh air once he's freed of it.

- While it was painful at first, he is now 'free'

- This leaves room for Charlie to take over.

- This realm is now hers to control.

- It would make sense for Charlie to feel some resentment towards Maxwell after everything that's happened.

- While she rules over the Constant now, why must Maxwell get to be free if he caused all their pain and suffering?

- It's all so unfair.

- You enter the Constant along with other survivors around this time.

- This allows you to meet Maxwell, a seemingly well put together man.

- You two get along okay.

- Maxwell, according to the others, is well-versed in Constant life but usually prefers not to talk to many newcomers.

- Deep down, Maxwell is interested in how quickly you'll adapt to life here.

- Obsession won't be evident until later but soon Maxwell makes it known to the others he does care about you in his own way.

- Including Charlie, who's been keeping an eye on how Maxwell's been doing this whole time.

- When the shadow queen learns that Maxwell has found someone to adore, her interest in piqued.

- This leads to you meeting her.

- It's late at night and something's keeping you up.

- You had already wished the others good night and saw them enter their tents to rest.

- Maxwell gave you a look before leaving you to the campfire.

- Then there's the voices.

- Whispers echoed within the darkness, your paranoid gaze scanning the area.

- It's no surprise if you were going insane, it was common in this lifestyle even with others here.

- Then you see a woman in the dark.

- You squint into the darkness, something she finds amusing.

- You're then given a name to call her... Charlie.

- You ask if she's a survivor in the Constant too, then hurriedly tell her standing in the dark is dangerous.

- Charlie chuckles at your concern before answering.

- "In a way, I suppose I am. Don't worry about me. I know how to get through the darkness the best."

- Charlie then offers a chat between you two.

- You agree as you can't sleep anyway, leaving you two to chat through the night about anything that came to your minds.

- Unbeknownst to you, Maxwell listens closely to the two of you.

- He had a bad feeling about you and Charlie....

- Why would Charlie choose to speak to you out of everyone here?

- It's too suspicious and Maxwell is determined to make sure you aren't in danger.

- The rivalry mostly consists of this:

- Maxwell wants to keep you away from the shadows and finds comfort in your presence.

- While Charlie wants to encourage you to her side not only to spite Maxwell, but because you are very pleasant to talk to.

- It's an unfortunate event to be stuck between the two.

- There's no doubt Charlie has the power to douse your camp in darkness before slaughtering your friends.

- All so she can take you away and leave Maxwell to suffer...

- Yet Maxwell is determined enough to keep you away from the darkness.

- You need to learn making deals with Charlie is bad for everyone!

- He cares for you, won't you listen to him?

- While Charlie may be bad, Maxwell is also no saint.

- He intends to not only keep you away from Charlie, but the others too.

- Slowly but surely you'll be manipulated into his arms.

- Feeding you lies to make you think he's the only one looking out for you....

- Both of them are twisted and horrible in their own way.

- Soon, you'll be forced to pick the lesser of two evils, even if you don't want to.

#yandere don't starve #yandere maxwell #yandere charlie #yandere don't starve maxwell #yandere don't starve charlie

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siekey · 1 year

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hi i uh usually don't post personal things but i don't really have anyone to talk to about this but I'm so fucking anxious rn

so i work in a pretty casual office space of about twelve people that intermediately has to work front desk type work with a different organization. technically im supposed to wear a particular polo when I'm at this location but i don't typically do cause its a pretty chill environment and no one seems to mind.

however, this last week I've been on vacation and I've been kinda salty with work contacting me about non essential things during that time (I'm hourly). but today i came in on my day off of my own free will to help cover one of the front desk positions

my director, whose management style is very micromanagey and I've had issues with boundaries before and has been the topic of discussion in various capacities with my peers and other higher ups for a while, was very weird about me being there even tho this is the one that was mainly contacting me the week before. i was gonna stay a bit later to catch up on some general office tasks after covering the position when i was informed that "you need to do that when you're actually scheduled"

which fair, but this is the first thing they said about it when my general manager was fine with it in the morning and i had done something similar before going on vacation and my cfo and another director were fine with it

anyways I'm like. alright fine I'll head out then and tell my other coworkers bye

then my general manager pulls me aside to speak privately in the hallway to the bathrooms before i leave and informs me that the next day i was to have a meeting with the director and cfo about my dress code because the other organization had made a complaint

okay, i understand that I'm at fault and I'll apologize and be like my bad, no big deal

but my manager kept prefrencing that I'm not getting fired. while i know they most likely said this due to me noticeably and verbally voicing about how i hate having to have private meetings with superiors (lots of past trauma with authority figures) even if they haven't ever been bad or negative at this job and also my just very public dismissal (we have an open concept desk arrangement and my manager sits behind me while this director sits in front of me)

so now I've been fretting and analyzing every little thing that could be what got the complaint sent in about me which would have had to be either yesterday from my first day back or from like three weeks prior the last time i was at the front desk

was it just about the polo? was it about being perceived as showing too much cleavage as an overweight big tiddie person with the recent heat? was it the funny name tag that said frog man that was a good conversation starter with visitors that one weekend? was it the asexual shirt i wore under an opened button down that one time? is it that i don't shave my legs but i sometimes wear skirts and sundresses? is it my piercings that I've had since before i got hired last year? is it because i have beef with one person in the other organization for always mansplaining and ignoring me even when they expect things that would go against not just my work's policies but actual federal law?

am i just over thinking it? yes. but also is this something that's an honest mistake, a fuck up by me, or something that is not something that i should have had a complaint filed about?

(i do typically wear business casual when at the front desk places, usually a patterned button down and jeans, or skirts / dresses with some shirt / shawl to not have bare shoulders since i see a lot of old white men when sitting at the front desk and also im slowly but surely working on my body image issues and gender dysphoria.)

i do really like this job, but if I'm going to get in serious trouble over something little like this do i even want to work here? the pay isn't great but i love the team there (outside of that one director) and the work i do.

and yeah my fashion sense is a little eccentric but it's more your dad from the 80s meets miss frizzle than anything offensive, but I've literally been thinking about this for almost eight hours after crying on the drive home and i just needed to say something to the void about my feelings and honestly i feel a bit better now

thanks for coming to my Ted talk, hopefully the next one is funnier or about my specific blorbo of the week

#personal #just thoughts and rants #please ignore me screaming into the void atm #work bs #dress code #anxiety #gender dysphoria #body image issues

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harryhoney-bee · 3 years

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How do you think Harry will react if someone made sexist/ misogynist comments to you??

tight leash

Protective!h for the win!!!

I normally don't write concepts like that, but I'm enjoying hehe

“I mean, every artist should have a pretty face by their side, am I right? Look at the Beatles, look at Rolling stones, they always had girls following them around like a lost puppy,” Howard said to Harry.

They were doing an interview for Harry’s upcoming albums, even though Harry absolutely did not want to be there he still had to attend because Jeff didn’t tell him beforehand. He was in a bad mood already.

The first reason for his anger was Jeff not telling him he was supposed to talk to Howard; the second was the intrusive and private question he was asking; the third was the way he was talking about Y/n as if she was nothing but his girlfriend.

“I don’t understand where you’re coming from, Howard, those girls back them were very supportive of their partners, just like my girlfriend supports my career, but that doesn’t mean that’s the only thing she’s worth of, and even if she just wanted to follow me and the crew during Tour it would still be none of yours or anyone’s business .”

“You are a very modern thinker Harry, but it still doesn’t change the fact that you are a lucky guy, having that beauty as your girl is really something that a lot of men would be envious of.” Harry tightened his fist, it was like Howard didn’t get how annoyed Harry was, the old man was talking shit as if it was the most common thing in the world.

“I’m lucky to be Y/n’s partner because she is kind, smart, and the sweetest person I know, and yeah, she is pretty, but her beauty isn’t what makes me proud to be her boyfriend, her gentle heart and hardworking personality is, now if we could move on from this question I would be very happy.”

Harry didn’t want to be short or cause a scene. He was media trained, he knew how to deal with the inconvenient questions, but he just couldn’t put on a fake smile when the topic of the conversation was about Y/n. She wasn’t famous, she wasn’t used to having people talking about her on radio stations, and of course, she didn’t deserve to hear such disgusting comments coming from Howard.

When the interview was over Harry said goodbye to the crew, heading straight to his car to get home, he tried calling Y/n, he wanted to see if she was upset by what Howard said, but she didn’t pick up.

He was already preparing a whole round of apologies in his head, getting ready to meet a very angry girl, but the view he found on the couch when he got home was very different. Y/n was reading a book, wearing only an old t-shirt, she seemed very unbothered.

Maybe she was giving him the silent treatment? She had all the right to do so.

“Hey baby,” Harry said in a high pitch tone, one he wasn’t proud of. “Look, I’m so so sorry for what that man said, I swear I didn’t know the questions he was going to ask and-”

“Harry, damn, calm down!” the girl said, putting her book down. “You scared me, I didn’t realize you were home.” She made grabby hands, wanting him to sit down by her side, which he did.

He kissed her head, snuggling to her side. “I know you listened to the interview, and Howard is a prick, the things he says are disgusting, so please don’t let it get to you.”

“Don’t worry, H. I was a bit upset by the whole following around like a puppy, but his comments mean nothing to me, he doesn’t know anything about our relationship, and will never learn how to be respectful with others.” She kissed his jaw softly, trying to show him she wasn’t upset.

“Oh good, I was so worried about you, I don’t ever want you to think I would belittle you in any way, you are my darling,” Harry took his hand and began playing with the engagement ring he gave her three days ago, no one in the media knew about it, it was their little secret. “Also, if anything, you are the one who got me on a tight leash, right?”

Y/n moved on top of his body, straddling him. His lips met his neck, which he so obediently turned to the side to give her more space. “Good thing you know, baby.”

#harry styles #harry styles blurbs #harry styles writings #harry styles fluff

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tartglias · 3 years

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Xiao, Zhongli and Venti with an immortal s/o

“Sooo 👀 can i request so some fluff hc for venti, xiao and zhongli with an immortal s/o?”

thank you so much for requesting!! this is my first time writing for more than one character at a time so it was a challenge lol thank you sm!!

Xiao

Xiao never understood the importance of time. Days, months, even years feel like nothing when you’re immortal. What a funny thing that is, immortality. He knows normal humans would do anything for it, and he despises them for that. Nothing so great came free, he knew that well. He was freed from tortures, only to get tormented by karma. He could still hear the voices and screams calling for help from tortured souls, these still haunt him daily. But the worst moments come when he sees that figure, that person who he once considered close. So close he could use the human word “soulmate”, if he believed in those, to describe who that person meant to him.

Many centuries back he met you, such a gentle person who got to break down his hard walls. A smile, a touch, a kiss. That’s all it took. So many meaningless years, and he never once encountered a person as kind yet strong like you. Someone who made the daily nightmares cease, with a simple smile and brush of fingers.

He remembers your last words like it was the day before. You were on top of one of the tall stones in Huaguang Stone Forest, Xiao laying his head on your lap and you placing small qingxin flowers on his hair. He wouldn’t allow anyone do that to him ever, but in the end, you were you. And you were different.

“Xiao” you called, once you were done placing the flowers. He opened his eyes and muttered a “hm?” in response. “I have to leave soon. Mondstadt calls me”

He sat up.

“What do you mean?”

“By tomorrow morning, I’ll be on my way back to Mondstadt” you said, quietly standing up.

He stood up too.

“When will I see you again?” he asked, now not being able to look at you.

“I don’t know” you said, reaching out for his hand and taking it. You placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, and he felt himself calm down at the gesture for a moment.

“I meant it when I said I’ll love you forever, Xiao” you said, finally locking eyes with him. You had teary eyes, he dreaded to see you like that. If it were up to him, he would swallow every bit of pain in your body and soul, just to see you smile.

And with that, you disappeared. As quickly as you broke down his walls, you disappeared just as quick the next day. Days, months and years became even more meaningless, but somehow he felt them longer. He missed you every day, he whispered to the moon every night, wishing that some archon would hear and bring you back to him. He knew you were like him, but he never heard from you again. Were you able to finally cross to the other side? He tried to erase those thoughts from his mind.

He later found himself in that very same stone, the one in which he last saw you. New Qingxin flowers blossomed, and they reminded him of you. He sat down, staring at the horizon. But then, he felt a strange swift of wind, and a presence behind him. He quickly stood up, ready to put his mask on and kill whoever dared to interrupt his solitude. But he didn’t. The mask in his hand dropped to the floor, next to the flowers.

“I’m back” you said, with a shy smile.

“You’re back” he said, more to himself than to you. Were you really there?

His question was soon answered, once you stepped closer and pulled him in a hug. He found himself wrapping his arms around you, holding you as close as he could, while trying to hold back his tears.

“I’m sorry I took so long, my beloved” you said as you locked your eyes with his. You grabbed his hand and held it, but you never once let go of the hug.

“I’m here to stay now” you whispered.

Zhongli

“You need to stop playing with people’s hearts” Zhongli said, as he sipped on his tea and looked at you questioningly. You rolled your eyes in response and put your focus back on your potion. A few petals from the most exotic flower in Teyvat, a little bit of juice made from vines and a teaspoon of slime condensate.

“Sometimes mortals need a little push in the right direction” You said, finishing up the mix and transferring it to a small bottle made of glass. “Plus, we’ve been here for centuries, I’m bored and I need a hobby”

“I don’t think that messing with human’s love lives can be considered a hobby. I don’t think it’s morally correct” he said.

“You’re very dramatic. I can feel the true desires of every being that touches the soil in Teyvat, and if I sense that the desire is mutual, I simply work my magic” You said, sitting back on your chair next to the tall man.

“Can’t you let them figure it out by themselves?” He asked.

“That’s no fun Zhongli” You said, finishing up the sweet perfume-potion you were creating.

You and Zhongli have been friends for centuries. You met when you moved to Liyue as the representative of the Dendro Archon, someone you really looked up to. Zhongli was kind enough to make you feel at home, and soon became friends with the Geo Archon. Though you must admit, you always wished it was something more.

Maybe that’s why you picked up this “hobby” of yours. Unrequited love is something painful and mortals only live a short life, you believe they should live it fully, if possible.

“Are you alright?” Zhongli asked, interrupting your thoughts with a concerned look on his face. You didn’t realize you had a sad look on yours.

“Oh? Yeah of course” You said, quickly brushing it off and proceeding decorating the small glass bottle.

“Y/n-“ he started, placing a hand on top of yours in order to get your attention. “I’ve known you for a long time. I know when something is wrong”

It was funny. He knew you like the back of his hand, he knew how to read you since the first time he laid his eyes on you. Yet he never found out how you truly felt about him, how your heart made like a million flips whenever he did something as simple as hold your hand, or brush a hair away from your face. All these little things and gestures, have been making you swoon over your closest friend for years, centuries even.

“Time and love are strange concepts, aren’t they?” You asked, looking straight at him. Here goes nothing, you thought.

“I believe those are rather simple concepts”

“You can spend a lifetime with someone, know every habit and expression but you don’t know how they truly feel about you” You said staring at him, searching for any hint that indicated he knew what you were talking about. But you saw nothing. Who were you kidding? He’s just your friend, has been for a long time.

You let out a defeated laugh, standing up and letting go of his hand. “Forgive me, I don’t really know what i’m saying” you said, grabbing the potion and starting to leave. But you felt his hand on your wrist, stopping your movements.

“You said you felt the desires of every being that stepped foot on Teyvat’s soil, am I right?” he asked, looking at you. You nodded. ��Does it work on me?”

“You wanted to get close to me, as a friend”

“My apologies my dearest y/n, but I think your blessing is wrong” he said, standing up and holding your hand once again. “I did want to get closer to you as a friend at first, but not any longer. I’ve been observing mortals for a while as well, on my daily walks through Liyue Harbor, and I think I finally understood my feelings”

You were sure that if Zhongli listened close enough, he would hear the fast beating of your heart.

“I’ve been waiting for you to use your love potion on me, my dear y/n. I’m sure it wouldn’t have worked anyways since I believe it would take a lot of effort to make an effective potion that could work on me. But it would have given me the excuse to tell you how I really feel” he said.

“How do you feel then?” you asked him, looking up at the tall man.

“I think I’m very lucky to have you by my side, and it makes me want to travel to the Dendro nation and personally thank the Archon for assigning you to Liyue. I also want you to still be by my side for the centuries to come, if you’re okay with that” he said, lowering his voice by the end.

You acted before you could process your thoughts. You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek gently, never letting go of his hand. He liked you, he felt the same way about you. It was real.

“I’m okay with that” you replied.

Venti

It was almost noon, almost an hour after the original time you accorded with Venti to meet. You planned a picnic date by the big tree near the statue of the Seven, your favorite spot. The same spot which later, became Venti’s favorite spot as well.

He wasn’t a person who would jump straight to conclusions. You were late. Maybe you fell asleep, maybe you couldn’t find the guitar you promised to bring so you could play a duet. Being late doesn’t mean something bad happened, right?”

He decided to wait a few more moments, but once the sun set, he had enough. He went out to try and find you. He went to your house, but noticed the door was locked and no one was inside. “They left” he thought.

He slowly but surely started to get desperate. Where were you? Were you hurt? Did you get lost somehow? He went to Angel’s Share, and not even Master Diluc had seen you. If Venti wasn’t in such a panicked state, he would have noticed the rare concerned and worried look Diluc had on his face.

If any traveler walked by literally any road in Mondstadt, they would soon encounter a big rush of wind. Venti went from here to there as fast as he could, trying to find you.

He soon enough found you in Stormbearer Mountains, fighting hilichurls and two pyro mages. You looked tired, sweat covering your body and your clothes were dirty. It was obvious that this has been going on for a while. You gripped your sword as hard as you could, and kept fighting. Why didn’t you call for him? With no exception, Venti tells you daily to call for him if you ever encounter a problem. It’s not that he doesn’t think you’re strong, oh no, he believed you were the strongest mortal in Teyvat. But in the end, to him you were still a mortal. Fragile and over-sensitive. He often told you to call his name, that the wind will carry it and he will appear there to help you out. So why didn’t you?

“y/n!” he screamed, once he laid his eyes on you. You turned around and saw a rush on wind, and felt his presence. What you didn’t feel though, was the pyro attack coming from one of the mages. The mage summoned three pyro artifacts that surrounded you, and burnt you. You felt your energy slip away, your head dizzy and your body burning. Then, you felt the cold wind, Venti quickly finishing off the mages and the remaining hilichurls.

Venti thought it was over. You were kneeled down, burnt skin, gasping for air. It was over, you were going to die. He felt his eyes water and fear running through his veins. He wrapped his arms around you, making you lean on his chest.

“Don’t leave me” he begged. “please”

“My dear, I don’t think I can” you said, letting out a short laugh.

“Please stay strong, I think I can carry you to the cathedral but you need to hold very still so-“ he started saying, now fully crying but you interrupted him by putting a hand on his cheek and wiping his tears with your thumb.

“I’m serious, I don’t think I can leave anyways. Venti, I literally can’t die.” you said, with a laugh and slowly standing up.

“You... you’re immortal?” he asked, looking up at you, not being able to leave the floor.

You nodded. “I thought you knew”

“I hate you” he said, standing up and wiping away his tears. “I do”

“No you don’t. But you’re cute though!” you said, grabbing his face and kissing the tip of his nose. “I’m very sorry I’m late though, my commission took longer than I thought but let me compensate you with dinner and a bottle of wine”

“But you’re still burnt?” he asked you, concern still in his face.

“Oh don’t worry about that, it will rip out when I start walking. I have healthy skin underneath” you said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Why do I feel like this is not your first time getting so hurt?” he asked letting out a soft chuckle, suddenly feeling lighter now that he knows you’re okay and will probably be okay for a long long while.

“Eh, been there done that a few times” you simply said, taking his hand and walking back to the city of Mondstadt.

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