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caaaatoad · 2 years

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LOVE LANGUAGES

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Albedo, Kazuha, Xiao, Zhongli (separately) x gn!reader

Genre/format: fluff (headcannons)

Warnings: kissing, tooth-rotting fluff, physical intimacy (hand holding, hand on waist ect), bit angsty* in Zhongli’s couldn’t help myself :(

Summary: Are they fluent in the language of love?

A/N: Fellow fanfic lovers😩😩 PLSSS REQUEST SMTH I NEED MOTIVATION I will write your request in a day. ACTUALLY. I’m on summer break and I have NOTHING TO DO😭😭 // Part 2 w/ Childe, Thoma, Dainsleif, Itto, Sacra, Ayato, Gorou ??? Maybe😋😮‍💨💅

Kaeya

Physical touch.

Kaeya’s love language is physical touch. Despite the compliments and words of affirmations he gives you (and despite how very true his words are to you) - to anyone else they are nearly another part of his facade. Mere threads he’d string together in velvety tones.

Kaeya was really like velvet over ice - sultry voiced and silver tongued, he delivered his blows cold and sharp.

Somehow, you unravelled and melted down his walls the first time you brought him close after a stressful day - overwhelmed by your tender touches and how-touch starved he truly was. He honestly cried that day to you - he felt so vulnerable. Like his soul was stripped bare.

You didn’t even know the half of it as you sealed the gap between his skin and your lips, rubbing your warm hands down his back… soothing him.

Kaeya loves you, which is why he always likes a hand on the small of your back, your waist - or his favourite - in your own. The gentle squeeze he’d give occasionally spoke what his teases and flirts could not, softening his practiced smirk to a genuine smile.

more characters under the cut!

Diluc

Quality time.

Diluc is always at war with time. From running a winery in the day to being a literal, abyss-eradicating vigilante, the Dark Night Hero… the man barely gets enough hours left of the night to sleep.

When you came into his life, his love - Diluc would always fret how he would never be able to part the seas of his all-drowning schedule to spend enough time with you. He was worried you would grow bored, or worst of all - feel as if he didn’t care about you as much as he does. His thoughts were flames he could never quell behind his stoic, calm front.

As time went on, he began to realize it wasn’t the enemy at all. You in his lap, resting peacefully against his chest as you both watched the shimmering lakes surrounding the winery. He leans into to kiss the cheek he wiped grape juice off from both your snacking between harvests, then your lips - you taste sweeter than all the grapes in the vineyard.

You always make time for someone you love. He makes time for you and you make time for him. It didn’t feel like he was fighting against the clock anymore - it felt like an unspoken love language only understood by the both of you. A connection deeper than the wind and the anemo Archon.

Albedo

Quality time.

As surprising as it is coming from a man who spends most of his time working in his camp in Dragonspine, far enough from Mondstadt that the warm, calm winds grew teeth for a chilling bite in the midst of summer.

Like this place, Albedo always felt isolated from the world - like a lone, piece of chalk in a world full of colour - like the mountains of snow you’d always tread through to check up on him. Somehow, you always knew when he needed you to.

You would simply spend time with him. Pull him away from his work and studies - teasing him the way he stares at you when he *thinks you’re not looking proves he finds you far more interesting a study than his life’s work.

Managing to draw a huff from the ever-so stoic Cheif Alchemist of the Knights of Favonious - his cheeks are not the only thing you bring colour to when you spend time with him, or when he spends time with you in Mond.

You bring love as effortlessly as your strokes against the shared canvas and the colour it brings.

And as he he looks over at you - you may just be right.

Kazuha

Words of Affirmations.

Kazuha, ever the poet, sees and express his feelings of the world through flowery prose. Including the people in it.

It’s why he writes. How he expresses is how he shows love - and he likes to be loved in return.

Simple compliments. If it was modern AU good morning and goodnight texts. Congratulating you… cupping your face and rubbing his thumb over the apples of your cheeks and whispering how proud of you he is.

In his poems about you he’d write for you, they could be as fancy to comparing you to the wind. How you whisk through each fiber of his being, meeting every inch of his soul - but unlike the wind coming and going - you stayed like the taste of sea in the air, watching the shimmering water from the deck.

Usually, they would be as simple as three words. Often you tell him so - and it always affirmed him enough place in your heart to fully let someone in again.

“I love you”

Xiao

Acts of Service.

As touched starved as this little yakasha man is, Xiao feels the most loved when you do kind things for him. Protecting you, always triple-checking the areas and the surrounding lands you gather ingredients in are hillichurl-free .

All as you return the favour in whipping him up a delicious bowl of almond tofu after a long day of doing just that for the entirety of Liyue.

Xiao is no good with words. Honestly, he’s no mortal, and he believes mortals talk too much.

But everything Xiao does for you, speaks a thousand words and more. It speaks things he’s doubts any mouth could express - from taking a hit for you to carrying you inside when you wait for him to return on those cold, late nights.

They are all unspoken I love you’s.

Zhongli

Receiving gifts.

Like any other immortal being - Zhongli’s greatest enemy is time and having more of it than the people he loves.

Despite his memory, ever since becoming human the ex. Archon became more relaxed - especially his memory - no longer having the strength to hold onto each past detail like it used to.

Zhongli’s greatest fear is becoming an empty husk where time has withered everyone away - including from his memory.

So when he gives you random gifts… as much as he loves to spoil you (with mora he does not have 🤨) , his intentions is to leave a mark on your memory.

Because when you gift him anything, really - a kiss to his cheek or a warm cup of tea… you write your love in the sands of his mind and every time he worries time will crash over him like the shore, washing you away… your gift will solidify the memory.

All while your love softens his heart.

#kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin imagines

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ephhemeralite · 2 months

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Since you came to ask for my process, I'd like to come over here and ask about yours!! I see you also do drafts, and I'd love to hear how that looks for you 👀

There is no pressure to go as in depth as I did for mine though!!! And there is no rush <333

I hope your writing is going well!!!

hello!! i have written, honestly, so much in response to this. thank you very, very much for asking, because i love to talk about writing!! maybe more than i enjoy writing, even. lord.

one caveat about me and prose: my thing is very, very definitely poetry. i write poetry about every other day and i have done for years. i adore fanfiction -- to write it, to talk about it, to brainstorm about it, to help edit my friends'. i love how collaborative it is, i love its unique sets of tropes, i love when people talk to me about my fics and their own. i LOVE fic. i do not adore writing it the same way. sometimes, i think of it as a means to an end (having a fic i would like to read and am proud to have written). the way that i go about writing fics reflects this, i think.

my process is pretty shaky and i can be bad about sticking to it (i try to 'trick' my brain out of needing the things it needs to complete longform writing. like a FOOL). the general shape of my process is: an inciting idea (a song lyric, a poem, another fic, a tumblr post, "wouldn't it be cool if [blank] happened in a fic?") -> an actual concept (what would actually have to go on in a fic to make [blank] plausible) -> first draft (me telling the story to myself, ugly) -> second draft (rewrite with a lot of influence from the first draft but, like, good to look at). all throughout this process, i tend to take the time to line edit when my brain gets too overwhelmed with the actual writing, since i find editing to be leagues easier. it's a good way to take a break while still working on the fic, but it is deeply inefficient from every other angle. but, hey, the first rule of fic is to have fun and be yourself.

i'm going to go into detail under the cut bc no one's dash deserves what i've done to this ask.

warning (?) for the fact that the fic i'm currently writing is hockey rpf.

i usually start out with rambling to my friends, too! when my hrpf first possessed me, i sent about 15 messages to my friend cara (who doesn't give a shit about hockey or hrpf) that outlined the (hrpf-specific) trope i liked, what fic inspired me (x), and the goal of my own fic. an abbreviated snippet of that:

it could be interesting to play with the two ways the trope manifests (violent/aggressive and protective) (needing to be taken care of/reassured by teammates) via having them both nest. it has the potential to be so tender . . . i have this mental image of ullmark, who is spacy (clue that he's due for nesting on his own) at practice doing drills or smth when he hears swayman yell/yelp/smth (depends on what sets him into nesting, hurt/confronted/whatever) and goes to check on him only to be met with a fully nesting goalie. while trying to calm him down, he ends up nesting, too.

i imagined this as a oneshot with an extended version of this scene and, perhaps, another. i knew what vibe i was shooting for and what content might pair with it. i skipped the concept step, because i am a fool and i hoped it might be short enough to get through writing it with momentum. i did not do that. more on this later.

what an idea turning into a concept should look like:

i want to write a version of the batfamily/white collar crossover that deals with all related topics the way that //i// think they should be handled

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a two-chaptered fic, heavy on parallels, split between peter and dick's povs. lots of unreliable narration where the parallels draw attention to how unreliable everything is. both chapters should include the same or similar scenes with the characters' first impressions of each other, moments when they clash (insert scene ideas where dick loses agency, peter invades his privacy, a major plotpoint from the show, etc), how that results in a rise in tension, and when that tension breaks in the climax (burning building?? dick fakes his death???), and closing scenes. dick's pov is going to include a lot more family stuff, focus on the issues of the fic, etc, while peter's pov obscures the issues and completely misses the presence of dick's family.

this is only a recreation of what my 'acquainted with the saint of never getting it right' fic's concept would have looked like, since i've lost all of this since i drafted it two years ago, but the thought stands. it's really sparse -- less than your zero draft, even, but the next step in my process is more than a zero draft, so i'd say they hold the same place in my process. i might include references to ideas i have for scenes if i have them, but they're usually few-word clues like "sketchbook" or "peter in apartment for coffee."

since i like to swim without a paddle, my next step is draft one. my goal is to get it down; if the details feel good and come easy, i will include them, but i don't let them trip me up. it's easier to add shit into the next draft than it is for this one to go uncompleted, basically. some word choices from this draft might remain in the final piece, but rarely does sentence structure or much else.

Sway is growling from deep in his chest, projecting the sound out across the ice. The rest of the team is inching away from Sway’s crease and towards Linus, which upsets something in the back of his mind — Sway should have the team around if he's upset. Clearly, with the growling, he doesn't want them close, but that doesn't mean that they should leave him, either. Once he settles down, he's going to want them. Linus knows, he'd had his fair share of triggered nesting episodes when he was younger. Unless there was something specific that’d set him off — then things would be different, according to what he needed — but Linus doubts that. It was mostly likely that this was just a simple rough start and Sway could get into proper nesting the moment he settled down and relaxed in the net. He could show Sway that easily, Linus thinks. His drifting forward comes to a gentle stop near the front of the pack of teammates and coaching staff carefully not crowding Swayman. He registers, in a distant way, that what's happening right now is going to cause a heaping helping of issues for somebody, but he's also not worried about it. At all. What he's worried about is how Sway needs to feel safe right now and how he doesn't. Linus knows that he's never felt safer than while nesting for this team and that he could give Sway that, if he tried. He just has to get Sway to a nest. All he needs to do is tell Sway that and Sway will surely listen. He lets out a loud chirp, cutting off whatever the head and goalie coaches were trying to say to Swayman. Usually, he'd feel pretty guilty about interrupting, but it's alright. He's going to fix the issue; they'll understand. Sway moves from eyeing up the coaches to staring straight at him so fast that Linus worries about him pulling something; all of the more reason to get him safe and tucked away, somewhere where they can both relax. The growl dies abruptly in his throat, which makes Linus want to preen. Clearly he knows his teammates best. Linus chirps again, eager to get this moving along. Eyes locked onto him, Sway chirps back.

this is a pretty long excerpt, sorry, but a lot happens between the first and second draft and this has plenty left unworked.

the first paragraph is alright -- some imagery i like (the growling and the team's movement), linus' thought process toes the line between coherent and incoherent the way i'd like it to (might lift that, wholesale, to the second draft), although the phrasing "which upsets something in the back of his mind" is... eugh.

the second, third, and fourth paragraphs' main use is to outline where linus' mindset is going, although it's clunky and off-target. i just need the reminder to write his mindset in and its vague shape, for this draft, though. if i kept any of this, the phrasing/sentence structure would need to be changed, but it's more likely that i'd scatter it through the movement and description i'd add into the second draft. my first drafts tend to be either all-internal or all-external, so my second drafts act as the equalizer.

beyond that, my second drafts also make everything... longer. so much longer. it helps me move everything from a barebones "this is what probably happens" to "this is what experts call a nice reading experience," you know? plus, i can move forward with draft one with questions still unanswered, like: i haven't actually decided how i want the narration to refer to these characters, yet. the first name vs last name vs nickname and WHEN debate is an important one, but if i got hung up on that first, i'd never actually write the damn fic itself. instead, we can get it moving.

the difference between a first and second draft might look like this for me:

Nile is in the desert. Her boots are stiff with sand, her hands grasping her rifle, her body weary under her gear. She's marching. On the back of her tongue, she tastes blood. There's not another person around for miles. No squadmates, no commander. No civilians, no insurgents. The sun beats down on her from its place at perfect zenith. Nile stumbles to a stop, heaving for the heat. She casts about for her water, but it's not where it should be or anywhere it shouldn't be, either.

Nile is never going to get out of the desert. That’s most of what she knows. There are other things, like: her boots are stiff with sand, her hands are grasping a rifle, her body is weary under her gear. She’s marching. On the back of her tongue, she tastes blood. She’s alone. From horizon to horizon, the terrain is empty of everything but herself. Her squadmates are missing, her commander absent. There are no civilians, no insurgents. The sun beats down on her from its place at perfect zenith, millions of miles away. She stumbles to a stop, heaving for the heat. She wishes, desperate beyond words, for water, but her bottle is missing. It’s not hooked onto her vest or around her hips; she’s never spent a moment more aware of each of the trillion grains of sand that surround her, dry as dust, as in this moment.

(this fic, even the sun knows where you sleep, has been languishing as a half-finished second draft since may of last year. it's a crossover between the old guard and the sandman, where nile has a series of dreams influenced by morpheus. this is one of them) the first draft of this fic is about 5k, but the finished second draft could end up around 15k. long as hell, by my poet standards.

this second draft is lacking line edits, but bloop (my beloved sister, muah, ily, etc) helped me comb through it months ago so the proposed changes are available. the phrasing is prettier, the structure less repetitive, the imagery and setting clearer. the parts of this that are written are just a stone's throw away from being of posting quality. unfortunately, i'm also of the camp no-posting-before-completed, so it won't be.

i have a gomens fic sitting unfinished on my account because i lost steam and interest before i finished the second draft of its last chapter, which is just... so unfortunate. i'd love to finish it, and eventually i might, but i've acquired a bit of distaste for gomens in the meantime and (in the spirit of being myself and having fun) i'm not beating myself up about it. but, like, lesson learned.

back to the point: sometimes, the second draft can change more of a fic (warning for non-graphic violence):

Nile is standing at the window at the top of Merrick's skyscraper, Andy's labrys in hand. The window is shattered again, though there's no other proof of their battle that Nile can sense. Andy is nowhere to be seen, nor is Merrick. Nile doesn't look down through the window, but she knows there's no crushed car or mutilated body, either. There is Nile, standing at the shattered edge, weathering the sharp breeze snapping against her. There is the ax in her hand, the wooden handle rough. Grainy. It hasn't been smoothed by use or through craftsmanship and Nile can feel splinters bite into her grip. The wood is hot, she realizes suddenly – not skin-warm, but the type of hot that comes from holding something porous as it burns and vents heat through places yet untouched by the flame. In panic, she raises her head to find the source and is blinded, completely. The shock of it is such that she stops moving entirely and blinks, uncomprehending – the sun.

Nile is standing in the moment before the fall. The precipice. She’s at the top of Merrick’s tower again. Behind her lies a cold and empty room, made more of shadow than substance. She knows that she is supposed to continue through – see the moment to its end – but she has been given the opportunity to pause, as time comes to a standstill. Some things have changed; Andy and Merrick are missing. The evidence of their fighting is gone, except that the window is already shattered. A cold wind rushes through the absence, knocking sharp teeth against her body, frozen in its lunge forward toward empty space. In her fist is the labrys that should be cutting into the meat of Merrick’s shoulder. Nile can feel the tackiness of blood in her grip on the wooden handle. She wonders at the grainy texture caught beneath it, surprised that time nor craftsmanship hasn’t smoothed it over, before she understands that this is not Andy’s handle. Instead, the roughly-hewn lumber extends from the floor to a place over her head to become a sort of halberd, its point on the floor supporting most of her weight. It's hot, too – not skin-warmth, but the type of heat that comes from holding a porous item as it’s being consumed by fire, venting heat out through places yet untouched by flame. Nile isn’t injured by the blister of it, but the sensation of burning without pain unnerves her and she raises her gaze to find the blade and the flame. Only, she doesn’t make it that far. Lifting her face out of her hunched position brings it to look toward the window, where she discovers the opposite of Merrick’s abyssal building as it inundates her: an immense deluge of light.

there's a lot more definitive changes to structure, phrasing, and imagery here than in my last snippet. i do, in a literal sense, go through and rewrite each word of my fic between drafts, but how many of those words are carried over from the first to the second can vary depending on the quality of the draft. it's way easier for me to rework a pre-existing piece than make something, wholesale, which i'm well aware of and try to cater to. this is the method that's seen my writing improve the most, even though i think it's wildly impractical and unwieldy. i've even done it with this exact post, which part of why it's taking me so long to finish it!

i'm trying something new with the process on the hrpf, since it's been giving me so much trouble. the theme's changed a bit, with a wider scope and something specific to say, but i also want to incorporate a social media/journalism/outsider's perspective element, which will let me move around outside of the characters' narrations while establishing the wider world of the au. this new step is as close to a zero-draft as i've gotten, even though it's still way less detailed. it looks like this:

MOST VIOLENT VS MOST AMIABLE GOALIES TO NEST IN THE NHL listicle Sway and Linus discuss nesting, Linus has settled into a pattern Could gentle-nester ullmark be a calming influence over swayman or will he dull his edge? speculative piece, focus more on the first option maybe to contrast the move towards understanding anger. Bruins vs buffalo, ullmark in net (dec. 7 game? If the timeline for that works), linus is upset at the loss/it goes bad somehow. Sway is supportive in a more assertive way than typical. It doesn’t start here but it turns here Can’t decide if tweets or something would be good here Internal, staff-only memo advising to keep sway away from linus when he’s feeling broody.

each line represents a separate 'chunk' of the fic. with the added elements, i need to know what will go where so that i can make sure the storytelling tracks throughout. i'm still on this part of the draft, but i'm having a good time with it again which is what i think is most important.

anyway, thank you for asking!! i definitely love to talk about writing! i'm always sooo down to chat, too, except for maybe right now because i am going to pass out asleep i think. <3!!!!!!

#answered ask #experiencing the horrors of this british literature class but we keep going!!!!#<- this was uhm ten hours ago i am in bed now.#sorry if you didn't want to hear about rpf. that's where im at tho

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natto-axolotl · 10 months

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18 19 25 choose violence ...

HI DEV YOU PUT NO FANDOM BUT I WILL DO ONE FOR LIMBUS COMPANY

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

i don't really feel much about any pairing in limbus and saying this gets slept on feels false but rodigor. i feel like not as many people like it as they do meurgreg/honggreg/ryodon/faustdon/rodimael but i really really like their dynamic and the ways in which they contrast with each other. guy who hates himself x girl who thinks she's the hottest shit ever. underrated honestly. also ao3 user mayoipia's writing about ishmadon is fucking top notch and it burrows so so so deeply into my brain i still need to draw smth about their band au fic. as for characters/nonromantic dynamics i think ryoshu should be explored more outside of the funny murder acronym woman, and ryoshu and greg friendship is very fun and compelling to me.

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

a lot of times i don't really see the rationale behind pairings outside of the ones i like but meurgreg stuck bc of twt user I_LOVE_ROLAND. also i don't see most outis ships because to me outis's hyperturbo divorced/messy marriage aura negates her old hag yuri energy but faustis is fun to think about. really there's nothing that's a big guilty pleasure for me (other than like. super sad/tender/angsty verdante. wait that counts lol yeah verdante is a guilty pleasure of mine)

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

i hear people whinge about balancing and difficulty a lot in this game and usually I'm super into that bc i love reading up on game metas but with limbus i have a very "play and let play" attitude because to me limbus is a VN first and game second. rn the game's too RNG dependent/powercreep heavy for me to enjoy the meta and most problems have glaringly straightforward solutions that feel unfun when use and miserable when not.

#natto answers #natto blabbos #ask #invalid-outlaw #limbus company #lcb #limbus #ask meme #ask game

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bitbrumal · 1 year

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QUESTION ↤ @lumitris :: SMTH SMTH MEME SOMETIME ↩

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜ my Diluc to your childe SHAUZHWV because he physically can’t say anything nice to him without being awkward and annoyed

AYAKS "you can't say shit like that to me." it crackles into the air before the mind has any say in it. dark & perfect in its belonging / an instinctive certainty that paints the mind a strange, soothing black. those fiery eyes are on him / slits, haughty. even now, even claiming him like this, the fucker manages to look like he can only despise him. ayaks is abruptly parched.

"you've gotta know you can't say shit like that to me-" a rush of motion pins master diluc to the cave wall / tight & probably bruising. but it's the catch of his mouth that is gentle - that wavers, & hesitates, because he wasn't raised to be a complete barbarian &—& what exactly does diluc want? a breath is shared, the hitch in his so loud it manages to embarrass.

the gentle squawk of birds somewhere outside & high above. there is no breeze down here, only sound arcing idly off the lake that ebbs & flows into the cave...

"i-" the odd strain between an eager hunger that is so confident of where it is meant to go, & the green uncertainty of that same thing. "diluc," he goes, tight & needy. rather than into the cave's not so smooth wall, ayaks draws him i n - with that same halting tenderness catching himself off guard. it's a plea. the faint tingle of the very edges of their lips grazing each other - an offer. it's... apparently flustering, to need something so imperfectly possible to get.

"hey." now it's just plaintive. the heat of his cheeks must be palpable, nudged into the man's nose. "this isn't fair, y'know." aw, he's all defeated.

#ic #rp ✦ the young lord(e)#lumitris #with: lumitris #today in 'shit ayaks would never say to anyone unless he felt like he belonged to them'#LMAOOOOO DILUC U CAN'T JUST COME IN HERE & SAY SHIT LIKE THAT UR PROPOSING MARRIAGE DID U NOT KNOW #ayaks' brain coming back online to inform him in his mom's voice that he's being a fucking brute is hilarious

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nyx-b-log · 1 year

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another short week this week, tho in my defence i've had more to do than usual.

started and finished to be taught, if fortunate by becky chambers and it was okay...? you can tell it was her first published work and honestly i think her writing thrives better in longer books. there's still that tender feeling to it that i've loved in all her work, but everything else sort of missed for me.

i've also started the whalebone theatre by joanna quinn and i'm actually enjoying it a lot more than i thought i would! i'm not normally a historical fiction kind of person but the characters and writing in this are pulling me in! (but, it's also a ww2 book in the second half, smth i very rarely enjoy, so this may change asdfghjkl). the blurb is a bit misreading, given that it says the main character is cristabel and when you start the book one, she's three, and two, there's a loooot of other POVs.

for manga i finished vol 7(!) of mushishi which includes the first double chapter in the series, which also is a call back to a chapter in like vol 3, so that was nice. ginko continues to be The Man, and there was some more good comedy in this one. possibly my favourite volume so far. you know what i'm gonna put the rest of this under the cut cos i NEED to talk about this in more detail asdfghjkl if you've not read mushishi, please please read mushishi

it also included the only part i vividly remember from when i watched the anime (over ten years ago?), the chapter lightning's end.

seriously, the way it expresses so much generational trauma in just a few pages is incredible (cw for implied attempted suicide, on page attempted infanticide, and general sad things):

(read from right to left, i've laid it out in double page spreads as if you had the book open.)

(if this doesn't work on mobile i'm so sorry)

basically this is the internal thoughts of the mother in flashback, covering from the point her own mother marries her off to someone despite the fact she's in love with someone else, then when she gets pregnant and doesn't want the baby so tries to kill herself but has to give birth anyway, then when she attempts to kill her own child by getting him struck by lightning because she doesn't know how to love him and it's crushing her, and then that last double page spread... the look between him and her in those last two panels is just 👌 fantastic

i also liked how it resolved (spoilers, ig) in that the mother doesn't just suddenly overcome her own trauma and become able to be the mother her son needs, and the son isn't expected to just deal with it. it's not smth i'm used to seeing, and i appreciated it.

bonus shoutout to the hunting chapter, which draws on horror themes and has some god tier art in it. the page with the birds? incredible.

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takinghisbow · 2 years

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@ahogedetective asked: ❝ Normally, Shuichi could work on paperwork for quite a while before taking a break, but he already found himself missing Kokichi after a near hour, even if the other was just in another room... Then when he saw Kokichi enter the room, he lit up. "Oh, Kokichi-! Hey, um... do you mind coming over here for a moment, please? I need your help with something real quick: all you have to do is stand right in front of where I'm sitting. You'll see why. H-Hehe... "

And if Kokichi does as requested and stands in front of Shuichi... he'll then go to wrap his arms around his waist, pulling him closer... before proceeding to bury his face in his chest. "... Shuichi, recharging... " He mumbles into it, before a muffled laugh leaves him. "S-Sorry. I know this was probably a strange thing to ask you out of nowhere, but... " His face partially still buried in his chest, Shuichi's eyes darts up at him. Kokichi could probably feel warmth on his chest, from how red Shuichi's cheeks were, as he continues:

"I... could not focus anymore, and... I wanted to see you. A-And listening to your heartbeat... always helps my mind relax... " He gives him a squeeze, sighing happily at the sound of his soothing heartbeats... and says in a softer whisper: "... If I may be greedy and request another thing from you; .... let us stay like this, just a little longer. ....Please... " He presses the softest kiss to the spot over where Kokichi's heart is. "I don't want to do any more paperwork right now. I just want... you... " A hint of a warm smile adorns his face, closing his eyes in content as he nuzzles his head against him... ( hehehe wanted to send u smth super sweet this time, too!! Soft Shuichi wanting his Koki... ♥♥♥) ❞ ( random ask )

Kokichi wasn’t that needy. No, he was perfectly capable of entertaining himself when Shuichi was busy. . . most days. It was not one of those day.

It was no surprise when he gave up on his failed attempts at passing the time—reading, drawing, plotting—to pad down the hallway and into the room with Shuichi. He entered quietly, expecting Shuichi to be too focused to realize he was there yet. Instead, Shuichi’s eyes met his; that smile brought one to Kokichi’s face as well. He was ready to bound over to Shuichi before he even made his request, Kokichi tipping his head to one side in question.

“I think the good detective’s planning something,” he teased, walking over and standing in front of Shuichi with brows faintly furrowed. The arms encircling his waist smoothed them out, a small, tender laugh passing Kokichi’s lips as he was pulled in, Shuichi’s face buried in his chest. Kokichi’s hand instantly rose, fingers threading through Shuichi’s hair gently. “Geez, don’t apologize for this.” His fingers ran through the dark strands, from scalp to neck again and again. “I love this. . . and you.”

It was still strange to Kokichi in some ways—to be loved this way, for Shuichi to find comfort in him. “Well, if you’re trying to woo me, it’s working,” he joked, words soft. He was certain Shuichi could hear how his heartbeat sped up as he spoke—the one thing Kokichi couldn’t lie about. The kiss to his heart brought heat to his face, hand moving to massage the back of Shuichi’s neck. “Well, I’m gonna be even greedier and say we should just go cuddle. No more work. I just want you too.” He didn’t move just yet, however, savoring the moment of stillness between the two of them. “Oh, my Shumai’s so needy, but the secret is that maybe I am too. A little.”

#ahogedetective #((CRYING SOBBING THEY'RE SO SWEET))#((this was so cute tysm for the good food!!!!))#[ may queue always be satisfied ]#—— ✧ ask »#˖ ✧ and it feels like home in your arms » ( kokichi/shuichi | ahogedetective )

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scover-va · 2 years

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Hi im spitting thoughts down here bc i cant do that with insta without having to draw smth or make my gf listen to thoughts shes already heard, but anyways im here to finally get some thoughts down abt irving but like. if he were to ever get any sort of redemption. "Oh but Scov hes dead Lazarus shot him-" Um hes an ai and also hes alive in inscryption so shhhhhhhh. Idk how long inscryption takes place after the hex and for all i know, Irving checked up on Inscryption's development before getting shot, but like. Im gonna say Inscryption was in development after the fact for the simple reason of i hate trying to figure out timelines *looks at the weird ass timeline goin on just with vicious galaxy* Also ramble under the cut bc its a very long post

Anyways so obv Irving would have a lot to redeem himself for (Crippling Reggie, traumatizing Chandrelle and Lazarus, and at after playing thru the game 3 times im convinced he purposely made Bryce punch him during the training scene and intended to do the same in Cooking Granny but shh. And also im like 99% sure when he wanted to throw Chandrelle overboard he was fully intending to murder her ass) but thats like. The entire reason he SHOULD get redeemed??? And i dont mean smth cheap and insincere like with Shadow Weaver in spop, I mean a legit redemption. Bc hoooo boy does he need to start learning how to apologize, goddamn. I feel like forcing him to spend time around the group would make him realize how badly he fucked up, and I feel like he'd use the excuse "Well I'm just following orders" even tho he: - Told Lionel he would put Reggie in a different game - He admitted that making Vallamir possess Chandrelle was his own idea - It's implied he erased the VG1 files so he could punish Lazarus - Probably was not fuckin told to go try and fight Chandrelle to the death

Anyways so yeah, only one he fully followed orders on was Bryce, which idk if it's just me interpreting Bryce differently or if I'm right here, but I feel like Bryce is the type of guy who, if he saw Irving actively trying to make up for it, he like. He'd try and be some sort of support system??? Like "No Irving, you can't say sorry and then blame them. Apologizing means you're taking the blame." Bc for Bryce, he's like. The only one who can't fully get pissy with Irving??? Like Lionel's the one who bought Bryce, not Irving, so yknow. But yeah I think the big thing with Irving is that to him, these are just game characters. He's not a game character (in the dmg universe, anyways), hes an AI. So there's definitely bound to be a disconnect there, like "Your purpose is to fit a narrative and be a pawn. My purpose is to keep you all in line and make sure development goes smoothly." So like some sort of superiority complex and a lack of understanding.

But yeah, in a post-canon setting, I do think he should get a redemption arc. Not to mention that, if the game were to be from his or Lionel's perspective, he wouldn't be a villain, bc then the narrative would be "These game characters are running around and destroying perfectly good games, so they need to be stopped", he's a villain in the hex purely bc like. Most of the people there fuckin hate him. I mean, hell, in the game that narrates Lionel's life (Walk), Irving seems like a genuinely good guy/AI, up until Rootbeer Tender, which is implied to be put into Walk by Jeremiah I think (or im assuming wrong idk, there was a radio and ik radios are commonly associated with Jeremiah, even if I still gotta get into the basement vending machine). Like, he provided Lionel everything he needed to make a game when he was 12, gave him some good tips, and Lionel even fuckin says that Irving tried to warn him that his life was in danger. Like, up until RBT, if you had only played Walk, you'd think Irving was a helpful AI too. Kinda strayted from my og point but anyways yeah, from his own perspective for the entire game, Irving sees himself as being the good guy, so seeing as how to p much everyone fucking else hes a bad guy here, I think a redemption arc is entirely possible.

And also I mentioned Bryce bc you got it babey I love me some good enemies to lo- /hj And also I like the trope of the local asshole one day looking at The Nice One (tm) and just realizing "Ah fuck I've caught feelings" and then just adamently fucking denying it. Half of the reason I talked abt the redemption arc tbh was just bc this last bit would sound absolutely insane (/neg) without it. But yeah just Irving struggling to apologize and when he finally gets it out he decides to never acknowledge it happening, but it's okay because it's a step in the right direction

But yeah that's my two cents on the topic. Tldr this man needs to be fuckin humbled and brought down a notch

#the hex #the hex game #daniel mullins games #irving #character analysis #and also a ramble tbh i have adhd and needed to get this down #scov.txt

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peachiimilquetea · 3 years

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could i ask for some random smut hcs with tamaki amajiki? :)

𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜!

a/n: I LOVE TAMAKI DSHUFDHKJFKDS OFC BESTIE! can you see i’m trying to make my formatting more aesthetically pleasing??? i think it’s cute i hope y’all like it too

contains: gn! reader, aged up tamaki

length: 490 words

a/n ii: apologies for the length, was drawing a blank when trying to come up with these and I really wanted to hit at least 500 words but alas it was not in the cards for me :/

ok so first things first, i don’t think tamaki is a complete sub

he’s got social anxiety but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have needs yk???

i think that relinquishing control once in a while is definitely something he needs, HOWEVER he’s giving me switch vibes maybe slightly dom leaning if he even had a preference

reads as a bit more vanilla to me as well simply bc of inexperience

he doesn’t really know what he likes or doesn’t like

definitely overly sensitive tho

like, give him a gentle caress and he shivers type sensitive

gets so nervous that he accidentally activates his quirk

like you're sucking him off and all of a sudden his hand is a cow hoof or his dick turns into a tentacle or sum

idk I can see it

he's anxious about sex overall tho so he needs a lot of reassurance, especially when he doms

didn’t really understand the appeal of the whole tentacle thing until he tried it on himself and never went back to using his hands

you mean to tell me he doesn’t use them on himself??

you’re a fucking liar

definitely uses them to hit his prostate lets be real

you have to do a little bit more convincing to get him to use them on you though, bc he’s terrified of hurting you

they leave suction cup shaped bruises sometimes

he will use his quirk on you on purpose if you can get him worked up enough

although his quirk is more food based i dont see him as the type to like food play

thats more fat gum territory

they don’t call him suneater for nothing tho

i’ll see myself out

anyways he likes giving oral slightly more than he likes receiving

he’s also one of those people that tries to hold in his moans

thinks it’s embarrassing bc he’s so easily flustered

but he’s LOUD

like sometimes you gotta gag him loud

something in me tells me he likes bondage to some degree

i’m not sure how much or if he’s giving or receiving but definitely there is some restraining going on

dom!tamaki is filthy

even though he still stutters a bit he’s surprisingly good at dirty talk when he’s in charge

not really into degrading you tho, i feel like he gets anxious about hurting your feelings too much

i also think he’s actually a hornball

like he has to get off at least 3 times a week

has an overstimulation kink that goes both ways bc he wants to make you feel as good as possible but he also wants to get wrecked

i don’t see him being very rough or violent by default tbh

soft and tender sex even when he’s edging you or smth

PULL HIS HAIR

DO IT

definitely the type to hold your hand while he goes down on you or while you ride him

very wholesome but definitely not innocent

#peachiileafrequests #[🍑]peachiiwrites #[🍦]#tamaki amajiki #bnha tamaki #amajiki x reader #amajiki headcanons #tamaki x reader #tamaki smut #amajiki smut

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bpdanakins · 3 years

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Unpopular opinion: Obi Wan was the best possible Master for Anakin and no other Master would have “fixed” him or made the outcome of the prequels any better

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

Obi-Wan was a good teacher who genuinely cared for Anakin. Yes, he’d critique Anakin at times, but it was never maliciously, and he showed so much compassion and tenderness for him. And we have canon (and undoubtedly Legends, too, but I don’t really know Legends PT content) evidence that Anakin responds really well to Obi-Wan’s teaching style, and moreover, to Obi-Wan’s friendship.

When people say another teacher would be better, they’re ignoring the two biggest reasons Anakin was struggling so much: that he was a literal slave on Tatooine, and that Palpatine was right there. I point these out bc you can easily draw a straight line from “slave kid on Tatooine” to “extreme fear of letting things go/losing those he loves”, and bc no other teacher would be able to stop Palps from manipulating a child should he have the access and time to.

To also imply that Anakin needed Qui-Gon or smth to tell him to feel his feelings and then that would be how he’d magically have a better mental health state is also pretty dismissive and makes light of how complicated trauma and mental illness/neurodivergency is. (In the real world, severe cases of trauma and the like require a whole team of people to help a person’s treatment.) The only sort of critique I suppose I could see in this case is that a Master who wasn’t so blinded by love of Anakin may have been better able to see just how deep Anakin’s struggle w the Dark Side was, but at the same.... I still doubt that greatly tbh.

#okay i'm gonna stop here bc i could Go On but then i'd get off topic undoubtedly #jkfsdkls i rewrote this a few times so you got me back lmaaoo #magic-owl #ask

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someonestolemyshoes · 3 years

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Hey! First of all, I'd like to say that I love your works on AO3! "Fifteen Minutes With You" (or smth along those lines) was one of the first fics of levihan I read, and I loved it!

Anyway, a couple of sentence prompts that've been rolling around in my head. I'll add some detail, but feel free to use or discard anything. Writing is tricky lol!

"What if I (insert bad deed)?"

"I'll love you just the same"

"And if I (do smth bad)?"

"I'll love you just the same."

I was feeling a childhood levihan thing goin on here, maybe angsty? Idk

And fluffiness

"Wow! It's been 4 days!"

"Since?"

"I last bathed!"

*thwack*

Aaah hello! Thank you so much, I’m always pleasantly surprised to find people who read my Levihan fics from back in the day :D it brings me so much joy, you’ve no idea.

I decided to go with the bath prompt - though admittedly, it ended up far less fluffy and far more angsty than I intended, I hope you can enjoy it regardless!

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"Hange."

...

"Hange."

...

"Oi, shitty glasses. Hange."

No response.

Levi stands in the doorway, shoulder-leaning the frame and glowering into Hange's cluttered quarters. He has been calling her name for the better part of five minutes now, but Hange, hunched over her desk with her nose mere inches from the leaf of parchment she is scribbling on, had failed to notice him.

He kicks his boot against the door, and the resounding bang is enough to catch her attention. She jumps a little in her chair, and turns quickly to the door. She relaxes when her gaze lands on him.

"You scared me."

Levi grunts. "You didn't come to dinner.”

Hange blinks at him. Her gaze travels to the window, where the sky beyond had grown dark save for a speckle of stars and the thin smile of a wispy moon.

"I forgot.”

Levi rolls his eyes, pushing off the door frame.

"You forgot lunch, too." And breakfast, and countless meals over the last few days, weeks. Months, maybe.

She hums absently, turning back to her papers. "I've been busy. Lost track--I don't know how Erwin had enough time in the day to do everything."

Levi gives a noncommittal grunt and picks his way towards the desk, avoiding haphazard piles of books and papers and discarded scrolls, small, disorganised mountains of debris that must have made some semblance of sense to Hange. Even as he watches, she twists in her chair and reaches blindly into one pile, plucking up a stack of papers and dropping them onto the desk with a sigh.

Levi stops beside the desk, arms folded over his chest to look at her.

Up this close, Hange looks tired. It isn't an unusual sight--Hange has been prone to fits of research-fuelled insomnia for as long as Levi has known her, so easily side-tracked by her every theory and scheme that basic needs like sleep and sustenance often took a back seat. But there is something unsettling to her exhaustion, these days. There is no manic glint in her eye, no exaggerated waving or yelling, no aroused flush to her cheeks; recently, Hange is always pale, skin papery at best, but waxy and sickly more often than not. Her shoulders sag over the desk, shirt hanging more loosely over her frame than Levi remembers, and there's a near constant tremor to her fingers that barely ceases even as she presses pen to paper, scribbling notes and signatures on countless forms presented by countless people.

Her gaze is fixed dully on the newest expense report, now. The low orange light of her lamp flickers in the lenses of her glasses; fire dances on a matt black backdrop over her left eye, where the patch is strapped firmly in place. Her right is half closed, exhaustion pulling at the lid, the skin beneath is puffy and bruised deep purple. Her lips, dry and cracked, shift almost imperceptibly as she mouths the words on the page, reading quickly, scratching her signature where needed and flipping to the next page.

"There's food," he says, leaning his hip on the corner of the desk. "Stew, and the brats hid some bread from Sasha. Go eat something."

"In a minute," Hange mumbles. Levi huffs, and pinches the top of the quill, plucking it out of Hange's grasp. It's a testament to her exhaustion, that her fist keeps the motion of writing for a second too long before realising she is no longer making a mark on the paper. With a tired sigh, she sits back, and levels her tired gaze on Levi.

"In a minute," she says again, holding her hand out for the pen. "Let me finish these first."

"Eat. It'll still be here when you get back."

She looks very much like she wants to argue. Levi watches the way her brow creases in the middle, the way her eye pinches, narrowing at him, the way her hands ball into white-knuckled fists against her thighs. But she's tired. She is bone tired, and the righteous energy saps from her within seconds. She deflates, and brings a hand up to rub at her eye, knocking her glasses up to her forehead as she does.

Levi almost wishes she had fought with him instead. There's a terrible, gnawing guilt, seeing her like this--seeing the way the weight of his choice bears down on her. Hange is a worthy Commander, of that, Levi is certain--Erwin never would have chosen her if he didn't believe the same.

But things have changed. The world has changed. And what it means to be Commander of the Survey Corps has morphed into something unfathomable larger and more complex than what it was before. It is unchartered territory, and Hange has been thrown into waters black and bottomless.

Hange pushes her bangs back from her face with both hands. The hair, limp with grease, sticks in place, and even Hange seems surprised, pulling her hands back and looking almost curiously at her palms.

"Huh. Its been four days."

"Since?"

She gives him a look, then, and there's a flash of something old and familiar in her eye. She quirks the corner of her mouth in a grin.

"Since I bathed."

Levi swiftly raises his arm, and Hange flinches, but the curled fist that thunks atop her head is almost gentle. She blinks up at him in surprise.

"Disgusting. I'll hose you down after you eat."

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Hange sits cross-legged in the tub, while Levi's fingers scrub soap suds into her scalp. The bathroom is mostly dark, save for the flicker of lamplight and the pale, foggy glow from the moon through the window.

She is quiet while he cleans her. She had eaten some food, though not as much as he would have liked; sipped at the stew and picked half heartedly at the bread the kids had painstakingly secured. It was better than nothing, but Levi finds his gaze travelling from the top of her soapy head to her bony shoulders, and to the knotted curve of her spine. He can see the shift of her ribs beneath her skin, and when she obediently leans her head back for him to rinse the suds from her hair, he can see twin points of bone at her hips, the skin brutally bruised from the pressure of their belts.

Something unpleasant rolls in his gut.

"Turn around."

Hange does, twisting until she is facing him and re-crossing her legs. Levi dips a cloth into the warm bath water and begins the meticulous process of scrubbing her down, starting at her shoulders. Hange dutifully extends first one arm, and then the other, and it is while Levi is thumbing at the grime between her fingers that she hums, tucking her knees to her chest and resting her chin upon them.

"It's been a while," she says, voice soft in the quiet. Levi moves on to the next finger; Hange's hands, like his, are calloused across her palms and at the tips of her fingers, from years of using the triggers on the manoeuvre gear. They are rough, but her fingers are longer and thinner than his own, and limp in his hand like this, they look almost delicate.

Levi hums in question.

"Since we did this."

Levi makes another non-committal sound. Things have been hectic, since everything that happened at Shiganshina. A whirlwind of learning, adapting, planning, everything moving at such a dizzying pace that moments like this had been all but abandoned.

Moments of peace, of quiet; moments where the world falls still and time slows to barely a trickle, they are a rarity none of them have been able to afford.

Levi dips the cloth in the water and rinses the soap from Hange's hands.

"We've been busy," he says. You've been busy, is what he thinks, but his guilt would sit too far forward, if he said it like that; it would be too brazen, and he knows already that his apology is not what Hange wants to hear. He made his choice, and now he has to live with the consequences. There is no room for regret.

Hange sits back when Levi brings the cloth down over her chest, crossing her legs so he can wash over her belly and sides.

"It's nice," she says. "I forgot. How nice it was."

"For you, maybe," Levi says. He taps her knee, and Hange hook her leg out over the side of the tub. Levi adds more soap to the cloth and smooths it over her thigh.

Hange lets out a low chuckle. "Just another floor to mop for you, huh?"

"The floors don't get this filthy."

He is careful around her knee, where scar tissue from a recent wound is still forming. It is tender to the touch, he knows, but Hange makes no complaints when he touches it. She lets out a pleasant little groan when his fingers knead into her calves, toes curling.

Levi washes over her foot, then taps the sole, and Hange draws one leg back in and raises the other one, and the process starts again. It is methodical and familiar; strangely comforting, in the mess of everything. They've been battered with new information, faced with a world that is so vastly different from anything they had imagined before, burdened with the insurmountable task of exploring it, of finding their place in it--all of this new, all of this frightening.

But this; this is an old tale. They have danced this dance for years, muscle memory leading them in each step. Shiganshina changed some things--Levi is more gentle in places than he used to be, careful cleaning the thickened, still healing skin on her back where Bertolt's titan had burned her. He used to dump water over her head like a dog, bit back smiles at the way she would cough and sputter and stare indignantly through her hair at him, but now is he careful to keep water from dripping into her bad eye. He slides the cloth over her face with more consideration, avoiding too much contact with the tender tissue above and below her clouded, milky eyeball. The swelling has lessened considerably over time, but the wound will remain raw for a long while to come.

When he is done, he helps her stand, and rinses her down with a pale of clean water before offering a hand to help her step from the tub. Standing up to full height, Levi can see the extent of the way her body has changed. She has always been a rake of a thing, all straight lines and sharp edges, but she has always seemed strong and sturdy. Something steady, dependable.

Now, she seems fragile in a way Levi has never known her to be. There is no room left for her to bend; too much pressure, and he fears she will snap, splinter into a million pieces he cannot hope to fit back together again.

He holds a towel for her. Hange takes it with a small, grateful smile, and wraps it around herself, then leans back against the edge of the tub and bows her head. Levi scrubs at her hair with a second towel, ringing as much water from it as he can.

She dries herself half heartedly and pulls on the spare shirt Levi had brought for her while her back and shoulders are still damp. The fabric sticks to her, highlights the protruding bones of her spine when she bends over to tug on her pants.

Once fully dressed, Hange stretches, popping her back as she does, and rolls her shoulders, her neck. She gives Levi a lazy, pleased smile.

"I needed that," Hange says. Levi clicks his tongue.

"I know. You stank."

Hange laughs, a light, airy thing.

"Always so kind, Levi," she says tunefully. She seems loose, more relaxed than Levi has seen her in what feels like forever. Her shoulders sit lower not bunched up about her ears, and her face isn't so pinched or strained. It's a relief.

It's short lived.

"I should get back," she says.

"You should sleep."

She shrugs a shoulder at him, waves a hand.

"Later," she says. Even as she speaks, Levi can see the tension rising in her; the respite of a bath and a hot meal had been brief, and already the weight is reloading. Her burden grows heavier by the second.

"A few hours, Hange. The paperwork will still be there when you wake up."

"And there will be more, no doubt," she says. "I'll get further behind than I am already."

There is no more room for negotiation. Levi can only count himself lucky that he managed to get this far with her, to do this much. He schools his face into a neutral expression and nods, scooping to pick up her wet towel and dropping it into the laundry basket as he follows her out of the bathroom.

Levi refuses to regret his choice. He made the right decision in Shiganshina, and he will not doubt himself for that.

But the tight, nauseous knot in his stomach does not ease. He watches Hange settle back into her desk chair, strap her eye patch over her still-damp hair, and bow herself over the pile of papers she had abandoned on the desk, and the sickening unease swells to his chest, pushing the air from his lungs.

He made the choice to condemn Erwin to death. He will do everything he can to ensure he has not done the same thing to her.

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Thank you again for the ask!! If anyone else has prompts, please feel free to send them :) I can’t promise I’ll fill everything, but it’s a fun exercise

#levihan #snk #levi ackerman #hange zoe #my writing #thank you so much!! i really enjoyed doing this one ;;#i like anything that lets me just gratuitously describe....anything #asks

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1eos · 2 years

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Not the same anon as before but do you have any tips for beginner artists? In general but also for when it comes to (not) becoming descouraged? I told myself i'd learn to draw (i didnt even set a timeframe cause drawing is smth that can take years to master & smth you pretty much always improving or developing in some way or other) and I used to practice a bit every day (and i plan on going back to that once uni gives me a break) use references, do studies and all that, but I keep getting frustrated with my lack or improvent and how what Im able to do doesnt match what i want to do (even if i KNOOOW im improving little by little and also its normal to not start and immediatly be good at it) It's ok if you don't really have any tips btw! Hope you have a great day nonetheless Kendra!!

hmmmm ive been thinking abt it for a while now nd i think the key to not getting discouraged is to have fun. sounds stupid but i think that in the pursuit to get better nd to create something that lives up to our standards we forget to have fun. like drawing everyday shouldnt be a chore to you it should be something that makes u excited! we all grow with love nd putting tender lovin care into your art is how u grow! i don’t have any real practical tips bc a lot of art is your work reflecting how you see things nd the more u do art the better u get at seeing things u need to improve nd that’s just something that comes naturally with creating more seeing what works, what doesnt, observing other ppl’s work etc. so i definitely think that as a beginner your focus should be on having Fun. trying out different things, creating what you want to see nd just. being v self indulgent bc love nd passion are the best tools for anyone to have like i made so much artistic progress in 2 yrs making what made me happy than the 4 yrs i was in school! sorry i can’t give u any concrete ‘hacks’ but i improved sheerly by vibing nd keeping at it oh nd using references gkkggkkg

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muichewrou · 4 years

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hi sdhsjdjs i just wanted to req smth really angsty for giyuu if its possible?? it can be anything u think of tbh AND THANK U

hello! sorry this took so long! i hope this can make up for it!

Note: Spoilers for the manga and it’s final arc. This is the follow-up for the last Giyuu fic I wrote which you can read here.

Word Count: 4k+

It happened once the fortress broke into the surface and launched its occupants into the air.

Muzan took advantage of the Demon Slayers losing their balance by unleashing an onslaught of whip-like strikes, indifferent to whether or not his attacks met his prey. Giyuu had been just a few feet away from you, focused on protecting Tanjirou after the demon had maimed his right eye. You knocked your shoulder into his own, sword almost flying out of your hand, pushing him so that he was facing the ground.

You hadn’t been taken down so easily, though. Muzan had managed to graze your legs and left arm, leaving a stinging pain behind. The injuries to your legs allowed a hefty amount of blood to drench the trousers of your uniform, forcing you down with the discomfort of wearing damp clothing.

You tumble to the ground, rolling over the debris in consecutive rounds. Blocking your face, you wait until you stop to get back up, checking your surroundings.

This is...the city?

You can hear how Tanjirou cries out your name and how Giyuu draws a sharp breath, turning towards you to assess the wounds, careless of Muzan’s attacks approaching with great haste and with undeniable fury.

Your heart thumps against your chest with such intensity that you feel the palpitations rattle you from head to toe.

You didn’t doubt that Muzan was strong--he had a thousand years on his life for God's sake--but it was unlike anything you had ever encountered in your life.

“Duck!”

As luck would have it, both of them heed your command. You jump, bending your body in the air to evade the jagged teeth of his limbs, twisting from left to right while using your breaths to ignore the tenderness of your thighs.

It was only when Muzan retracts his arm and focuses on the other Pillars did you feel your entire body burning. A fever, you surmise, and at the worst time possible.

”[Name]-san!” You look over to Tanjirou, scanning over the injury to his eye. He points to the right side of your face, telling you: “The mark! You have it!”

“Huh?”

Startled, you raise your hand to your cheek immediately, but you can’t feel it.

Was it like Tanjirou’s scar? Or was it like Giyuu’s? The three of you were Breath of Water users, so it must’ve been similar. It was no wonder you felt a rush of adrenaline and power circulate throughout your system even with your wounds.

“Focus, Tanjirou.”

Muzan hunches over, an array of whips sprawling from his spine. It was only a few seconds at most until he would attack, meaning none of you could afford to waste time.

“The other Pillars and I are going to attack him. Back us up if we aren’t able to retreat right away.”

”Right!”

You could barely hear his reply with the wind zipping in your ears, the noise of your haori flapping in the air, and the screams of the lower-ranked Demon Slayers who were just erupting from the debris.

Giyuu finally catches up with you, running over to your front. Tanjirou was behind, preparing for Muzan to strike again.

“An hour and a half until sunrise!” The crow circles the air above the battle. “There’s still an hour and a half until sunrise!”

You sprint towards Muzan, dodging the whips curving in your direction and following the Pillars, using Water Splash to traverse atop the debris. Like a harsh tide, you twist your body along the currents of the waves, rotating and slashing the air as you get closer to him.

Obanai departs for the demon’s jugular while Mitsuri extends her sword to wrap around his body. Giyuu swings his blade down vertically with you slicing past Muzan, looking behind to examine the damages.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

You’ve made contact with his body at least four times, yet there are no signs of any injury inflicted upon him.

Mitsuri backs off, reeling back her sword. “Eh?! We hit him, but we didn’t cut him?!”

“This is troublesome,” Beads of sweat roll down Obanai’s face, choppy hair fluttering in front of him as he follows in Mitsuri’s steps. “We can’t even cut his neck. He’s regenerating way too fast to slice him.”

You flip your body to face them.

“We already know the only way to kill him off is by waiting for sunrise. All we need to do is hold him off until then. I know, easier said than done, but haste makes waste. We can’t just throw ourselves into him at any chance!”

Obanai clicks his tongue, knowing you were right.

Muzan stands stiffly, eyeing around the city with emptiness. His whips are still veering around, the pointed arrowheads just missing your torso. He sets loose another assault of strikes, to which you realize you were too close to avoid them.

This is a pain. All the vital Demon Slayers were within the vicinity of Muzan and if all of you were to fall here before Sanemi or Himejima arrives, lives would be wasted and there would be no more hope for humanity.

That was, unless Tanjirou continues to impress you once more as he had during the battle with Akaza.

But the kid had already suffered a blow to his arm just before the fortress collapsed. His eye handicapped him further, leaving him with his instincts and sense of smell.

I shouldn’t have told him to back us up. We’re so close in that we can’t withdraw without getting hurt.

Muzan stretches out his arms.

You’re too far from the surface to use Water Splash again, meaning that it was either he misses you entirely, or you let gravity take over and drop you to the ground.

Or, none of those options at all.

Someone collides into you, hurling you back. Muzan’s arms swing over your head as you fall from the impact, slicing off the slightest bit of your scarf.

Your back hits the floor. ”--the hell?!”

You look down, prepared to reprimand the person for interfering and exposing themselves to danger.

Spiky ponytail. Unkempt black hair.

His teeth were clenched, veins bulging from his hands and around his face. Sweat runs down his skin and splatters onto you as you roll on the ground, wrapping your right arm around his waist to cover him from the crash.

Except, there was nothing for you to hold on to. He had been completely severed waist down.

”G-Giyuu?”

You reach out to brush his bangs out of the way, overlooking the waterfall of blood seeping into your clothes.

His silence and stillness indicate that he had already gone into shock. Large brown eyes stare back at you.

It's not him.

You promptly reverse your positions, resting his body gently on the floor and hovering above him. ”Why the hell did you do that?”

He doesn't respond. You flatten out his uniform and place your ear to his heart, pressing your fingers to his neck to find a pulse. It’s incredibly high. His breaths are rapid and shallow, fingertips turning blue.

The early stages of hypovolemic shock, but why so soon? Did Muzan do something?

”Shit—”

“Let him go!” Another tells you. “There’s not much hope in saving him. Look after yourself first!”

You can’t do that. This guy is in trouble. Blood is pooling around him. There’ll be restricted flow to his brain.

If only Shinobu was here. She was more experienced in the medical field than you and would know what to do.

There’s not enough time. You don’t know if he’s in pain or if he’s unconscious. What can you do?

Someone else crashes into you once more.

”Go!!”

People are screaming. You can't tell who. It was so loud, with so much anguish that you overlook the individual who had just sacrificed himself for you.

”Keep advancing!”

The echoes of trampling footsteps and warcries enshroud the city. There are at least over a dozen Slayers swarming around Muzan, some of them offering themselves as fodder to save the Pillars.

”Become human shields for them!”

Bodies drop continuously from the sky like a leaking faucet.

”The Pillars have saved our lives countless times! If it wasn't for them, we wouldn't be alive!”

You force yourself up, snatching your sword from the wreckage.

Mitsuri is unable to hold back her tears. She begins to sob, ”No! Stop it, all of you!”

She's knocked back once more.

Giyuu is relieved of his stoicism. Three of his juniors had surrendered their lives for him, and many more to come.

Obanai faces the same predicament.

You? You're feeling sick. You want to throw up.

It's endless. Waves of severed limbs and decapitated heads surge at you with the intent to drown you in the blood of your comrades— to pull you into a sense of desperation.

Desperation to avenge the fallen. Your family. Sabito. Those who threw their lives away for your sake.

You wonder if Muzan’s ever felt this way.

The feelings that everyone had suffered from because of his own selfish desires. Sadness. Loneliness. Hopelessness. Fear.

If not, you'll make him.

First, you need to find an opening. Locate and gather the Pillars together.

Giyuu is at Muzan’s front, Obanai to the side. Mitsuri is close by, too.

Tanjirou is—wait, where is he?

You run to Giyuu, dodging the bodies coming your way. Tanjirou was right behind you. How could you have lost him?

Something is wrong here. Very wrong.

”Those who die quickly are fortunate. Even if they don't die right away, those who attack me are done for.” Muzan nods his head to the side. ”Look that way.”

What is this guy talking about? Had he gone insane?

But you find yourself submitting to his orders. You almost trip over an arm when you turn your head to the left, taking one glance to the ground.

Deep within the wreckage was the boy you’ve been searching for.

His body remains unmoving, slumped over the ruins of the city along with several other deceased individuals. Blood surrounds his gaping mouth, around his hand--like he had been coughing into it moments before--then down to his sleeves, soaking the fabric. His lone eye is wide open, his iris a speck of dark red on a blank white canvas.

While his expression was certainly one of the most...gruesome you’ve ever seen, the area around his right eye was far more alarming.

The flesh is red and throbbing, and though you can’t see clearly from the distance, blood begins to congeal and stiffen onto the exposed tissue and muscle.

You gag.

Unfitting for the circumstance when everything you catch sight of is laced with blood and gore--entrails that line the toppled buildings, limbs that rain from the sky, and heads that roll steadily across the battlefield. The butchery of comrades you don’t even have a connection with. The nobodies who endangered themselves for you.

Maybe that’s why. Because you’ve known Tanjirou ever since encountering him in the Forest of Correction. Once more when fighting the Spider Demon family at Natagumo Mountain, again at the Ubayashiki Estate, and finally during his special training session with the Pillars.

He has to get up. He will.

“I infused my blood into my attacks,” Muzan proceeds monotonously, “but he won’t become a demon. It’s just too much blood. It’ll work like a fatal poison instead. It will destroy his cells, leading to his death.”

That’s what you believed when Tanjirou was struck down multiple times by Akaza. But as time passes on, he continues to survive against all odds. Pulling through in the Demon Train when even Kyojuro, a Pillar, had died. The battle in the Red Light District. The battle in the Swordsmith Village.

“Kamado Tanjirou is already dead.”

Dead? No.

Muzan is foolish. He doesn’t know what’s coming for him.

You have hope in Tanjirou. The 13th form of the Hinokami Kagura he told you about would definitely be the game-changer, even if you don’t know what it is.

But, maybe he was already dead. You don't know.

With that said, the battle continues to rage on.

Your legs are aching. Mitsuri’s sobs ring louder in your ears. Obanai struggles to find his place in this predicament. Giyuu is tight-lipped and sweating profusely, never breaking his gaze away from the male sprawled out on the debris.

If there was a rule you were expected to always bear in mind during combat, it was never to take your attention off your opponents. Even if you broke it many, many times (such as wanting to help the kids who saved you), you loathed it when it happened to those you cared for.

Obanai is struck to his head and shoulder, Giyuu to his leg and right arm. Mitsuri collapses to the floor after getting attacked at her chest.

“Kanroji!!”

“I’m fine!” She reassures the Snake Pillar, hunched on the ground, “Take care of yourselves first!”

Muzan aims for her once again but is intercepted by Himejima who seemingly appears out of nowhere. Sanemi slashes down on the demon, splitting him into two.

You don’t know how, but suddenly he’s on fire. In his rush of anger, Muzan begins to swing his whips out recklessly. They completely avoid you (which was a miracle as you were already growing tired and nauseous), but he aims behind you. You turn around. That's where Giyuu was.

“Hey, watch out!” You call out as fast as you could.

His back was facing away, but he jolted, signaling that he had heard you. From the corner of your eye, you can see some scrawny kid haul Tanjirou away. Was that Murata?

At this rate, Giyuu wouldn’t be able to avoid the attacks in time. You jump, outstretching both of your arms out, mindful of the Nichirin blade in your hand.

Pushing Giyuu with as much force as you can muster, you connect your eyes with his own as he turns to you, wide and frantic. ”You're a fool! Have you learned nothing from years of experience?!”

He stutters out your name. You bite your lip, feeling the searing pain of Muzan slicing through your midriff. Just like the first kid who pushed you away.

Oh, you've never felt anything like this before. Sure you've had a few cuts here and there, but in a fight like this where there is no medics present? There would be no relief for this agonizing pain you're about to endure for who knows how long.

When will the sun begin to rise? Would you go into shock soon enough? Maybe you can hold on long enough to see Muzan finally die.

You don't let go of your sword when you've fallen, turning your head so you didn't fall face first. The weapon had been something you could grip onto when the pain from your wounds got worse. You would definitely need it for this one.

Giyuu hooks his elbows beneath your underarms and drags you away with haste. The noise of your lower half thudding to the ground echoes loudly despite the roars of conflict and friction. Your head is buzzing and your vision is shaking. There's two of Giyuu, which you don't quite understand from the confusion that sets in abruptly.

Even if your mind is fuzzy, you perform the one thing you know how to do. You begin to breathe. Slowly. Inhale, then exhale. That way, you'll be able to clot the wounds and prolong your life.

You can feel your heart pounding against your chest with increasing urgency. You can hear your pulse resonate within your ears and nothing else. The words that slip away from Giyuu’s lips, the cries from Mitsuri when she sees your mutilated form, the sounds of panic from when the lower-ranked Demon Slayers realize that they weren't able to protect you from harm—you can't hear them.

Giyuu follows Murata and places you next to Tanjirou. Seeing the kid distracts you from the injury you've been trying to numb and close. He’s so young, suffering through so much throughout his life.

But you can't stop the bleeding entirely. You already feel like giving up. The wound was too severe.

You’re already going to die anyway.

“Leave me, Giyuu,” you manage to croak out. Your hand twitches as you raise your sword out to him, “I can’t fight anymore, but you can.”

He shakes his head. ”I won't leave you. We promised before.”

He knows that you’re right.

”This isn't the time, Giyuu. I don't want to do this either, but all we need to do is hold him off a bit longer. You're a Pillar. This is your job. I've done my part.”

Really, you’re never wrong most of the time. But he can’t bring himself to obey your orders.

”I’ll keep protecting you,” he insists. ”I won't let you die here.”

”I won't be dying anytime soon,” you retort, banging his shattered sword out of his hand with your own. It clatters to the ground, out of his loosened grip. You shove the hilt of your sword into his hand to fill in the empty space. ”I promise.”

It's a promise. You don't break promises and neither does he. He'll come back for you, he promises to himself.

Giyuu nods to Murata, giving Tanjirou one last glance. He turns to you and places a kiss to your temple. You find yourself nuzzling into the warm touch, caressing his cheek with your fingertips gently.

And then, he's gone.

You lift up your fingers to your mouth. It's cold and numb. Your whole body feels cold. Or rather, half of your body. It just feels so weird not being able to feel and move your legs.

But it's okay. You've diminished the bleeding for now. You're no regular human being. You're a goddamn Demon Slayer with the power of a Pillar. Surely the others have gone through worse, because they're already dead.

Rengoku, Shinobu, Muichirou, Genya. What did they even go through? Was it painful?

You weren't close to them, but their company was what you needed a lot after spending most of your time around Giyuu. You already miss him.

Your vision is still being invaded with all sorts of dark blotches and smudges. But even with the crappy vision you're left with, you turn around to look at the battle—

What?

That's undoubtedly Giyuu.

He's only been away for a couple of minutes, maybe ten.

You still can't hear shit. Your vision doesn't do you any good either. But, you can sense it.

Pierced straight through multiple areas. His heart, lung, thighs, and eye. If there was more, you couldn’t tell.

Maybe you shouldn’t have let Giyuu go.

You’re beginning to fade in and out of consciousness. Your mouth is unbelievably dry. You can’t call out his name. You can’t feel the tears that escape your eyes.

The pain returns full force, but you welcome it. You embrace the haunting darkness that floods your senses.

He broke his promise.

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It hurts. You can’t breathe.

You can hardly remember what had happened in such a short amount of time.

Rain patters gently onto the pale complexion of your face, stray strands of your hair gluing themselves intricately across your vision. It’s getting blurry. Was it because of the hair that was in your eyes or the fact that you could barely keep them open?

”You’ll be okay, [Name]-san,” he says, trying to reassure you, but how can you be ”okay” when the kid is struggling to keep his tears in--when you know that the one you cared for most is dead?

Tanjirou nudges the hairs away with bloodied fingers, shuffling off his haori and swaddling your lower half with it.

It’s warm. Unbearably warm when it soaks up the thin crimson liquid seeping from the lacerations that littered your body and the open cavity of your midsection.

You don't feel the need to prevent the bleeding anymore.

How is he alive…? And his little sister is with him too…

You can't deny your jealousy. You gulp.

”Take me to him.”

There's a miserable look in both of their eyes as Tanjirou lifts you easily and cradles you close. He's warm, even in the rain. Nezuko lingers behind before following her brother.

It doesn't take long to reach Giyuu. You can pinpoint his body from the others that surround him. Sanemi, Himejima, and Obanai. Mitsuri is nowhere to be found.

So Muzan’s weakness was truly the sun. It must have been half an hour after sunrise before the rain started.

Humanity was saved at the expense of too many.

What bothers you most that you survived for this long and regained consciousness only to die in the next moments. Was it a gift from the heavens? So that you could say goodbye to Giyuu one last time?

“You’re a good kid, Tanjirou.”“Huh?”

Tanjirou sets you down next to your partner. You don’t respond, taking in the Water Pillar’s appearance. Your heart throbs. He was bleeding everywhere. His eye, chest, arm… everything was just soaked in his blood. He must’ve died a painful death.

You feel your muscles strain as you reach over to grab his hand, stroking the calloused skin.

“I’m sorry, [Name]-san. If I wasn’t so weak, I could have saved you two. You would have been able to live a happy life with Giyuu-san and gotten married.” He shuffles behind you nervously. Though his hearing was not as good as Zenitsu’s, he could make out the sobs of fellow survivors around him. “And--and I would have been able to save everyone else.”

He shouldn’t have gotten so eager to attack Muzan in the fortress. If Mitsuri and Obanai hadn’t saved him that time when both Giyuu and you fell behind, he would have perished in a second.

But no one could blame him. Everyone that was present in the fortress all wanted a chance to inflict pain onto Muzan. It was for lives--and revenge--of all the loved ones lost in the once inescapable conflict that devastated the country.

But it wasn’t like Tanjirou could do anything about it now. It was useless to eat his heart out over about something like this. You close your eyes. “Stop it. This is the p-path we all chose... to take...”

Your breaths are faltering. It’s getting harder to even speak properly.

“...it’s not like we can...can turn back time either…”

It would be a miracle if you could. But if you were able to, what would you do? Run away with Giyuu? Live the life Tanjirou wanted of you?

You don’t want to die. You’re scared and ready to puke your guts out (assuming they were still there). Tanjirou remains quiet. His sniffles blend in with the rain. So do your tears.

It’s a comfortable silence. The drizzle feels cool on your skin.

You’re in the jaws of death and it hurts, you’ve just lost everything you loved, and now the Demon Slaying Corps would soon be disbanded. But does it really matter? You’ll be reunited soon--and not just with Giyuu, but with your family, friends, and Sabito. You’re done with the life you’ve set out for the sake of slaying demons. There are no other roles for you to fill in this world.

You’re counting down the seconds. One, two...three, and so on.

Your back aches. You can’t roll your shoulders to loosen the tension within your muscles. It was like your body wasn’t listening to you--like you were paralyzed.

A familiar voice colors the rainy morning. “Thank you for everything…won’t...forgotten...”

“[Name]?”

Your eyes open. It’s bright. How long had you blacked out for? The rain had ceased.

You groan and rub your head, propping yourself up. The early morning sun was far too much for your sensitive eyes. You pull your haori closer, blinking when a hand stretches out to you, looking up and reaching for it.

You clasp your hand around his hand and pull yourself to your feet. “Thank you, Tan--”

“[Name].” It’s Sabito, with Giyuu right beside him. Sabito’s hand is so full of warmth. He’s smiling, but his eyes exhibit heartache and grief.

“Welcome back.”

#chew writes #kny spoilers #kny x reader #tomioka giyuu x reader #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer #unbeta'd

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lepidopterann · 4 years

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Okay oc stuff dump-

SO I have two main original universes, one which is more fantasy (this one has Lance, Myca, Arsen, and .... still I am unsure about the name, Isamu) and one which is very modern (Dave and Veles). And both have pantheons of (very gay) deities. (And I have another that I dont really have any more tbh-)

So fantasy one :

The entire general vibe is like... victorian? I guess. Cobbled streets, gas lamps, stuff like that. But throughout the story, the main gang go through a lot of forests and theres a lot of overgrowth and can be v creepy at times (which has plot relevance uwu)

So we have this pantheon of deities who control various things, (example, Myca, who is the deity of fungus and undergrowth), and there are about... 11-18 deities.

There is one main deity (who I think I named Autem? I will go with that for now but i think I'm gonna have to revamp a lot of stuff about this one-) but they decide that the current status quo is too boring and starts experimenting on the various deities, which has very bad effects on the things they control.

The rest of the pantheon just kick that bitch out after they find what he's done, which yeah understandable, and he goes into hiding. He kinda?? Gets fucked over by his own experimentation and becomes Isamu (who has no memories of being Autem and is generally adorable and nice) and Isamu gets trapped in the weird bunker that he woke up in for... 3 years?? (Also Autem may not be entirely gone so whoops-)

So around the same time Isamu is stuck in the bunker, Lance is getting out of college, and is now a traveling detective.... and literally on his second case gets cursed and ... (I kinda feel bad for doing this to my boy--)

This curse turns the body of said person into a tar like substance. Lance has to constantly has to concentrate on keeping up his form, while also being in general pain. Ever heard of cluster headaches? Yeah that but on his entire body (though of course he has days where its better). He also cant eat properly anymore since... liquid. But jts not all bad, he can extend parts of himself and be all sneaky and hes always aware of where parts of him have dripped off.

He continues to be absolutely best boy and I love he so much heres kinda what he looks like (but the drawing is kinda old)

While travelling he meets Myca (who he first met as a teen) and they start traveling together since Myca wants his help with finding where Autem went. So the story is mainly about this and also doing their best to fix the deities he experimented on so the effect on the world isnt as bad. And also, when he can, Lance does his best to help with most cases he finds

Myca is the deity of fungi and undergrowth and you can tell. Her current body is kinda like a large lion-wolf thingy?? Shes missing her head and there is an eye (and jaws but those are hidden until she needs to eat or attack) in the neck cavity (her insides are mostly empty), and she has fungi growing all over her. She is sp fucking awesome, she takes no shit and she is determined to fix things.

Hang on do I have a drawing of her uhhhhhhh- no I dont have any of her with me, but I will draw her soon-

Next , at a case, they have a run in with Arsen, and they team up for the moment to bust a child trafficking ring, but where Lance is just there to get the kids out and home, Arsen kills almost every child trafficker there, but brings in the head honcho to the police. (While this is happening? Maybe Arsen becomes absolutely smitten with Lance)

And after all this goes down, Arsen decides to join them on their journey.

I do have a drawing of Arsen but?? Its very old and my design for him has changed a fair amount

Arsen may seem very intimidating but he is actually the type to fuss at you if you forget to eat. He is (or... do I say was) actually a dad and behaves exactly like it. He had a little girl but? She dead now and that did not do well for his mental health.

He likes embroidery (he did that design on his shoulder himself) and sewing also and ... maybe I would have a very tender moment between Lance and Arsen?? Where Arsen is fixing his cape or smth??? They hold all my uwu's-

Anyway uh he

So they're traveling and discover that the ocean? Is all sorts of fucked up now??? Since the ocean deity was one of the ones experimented on. This causes issues-

But next they find Isamu and Arsen has bad feeling about him (Autem is kinda the reason Arsen's kid is dead-) but they quickly become friends and Isamu??? Baby. Literally hes very young (kinda)-

Pic is old and new version of Isamu has reptilian/scaled parts as well. But as their shirt doth decree- they baby. And they do have only four fingers on their human hand, that's not just my old artstyle-

Oh btw, pronouns n sexualities for everyone :

Lance : he/him (but is fine with someone using she/her or they/them for him), demiromantic asexual

Myca : she/her, they/them (what's gender to a god), lesbian

Arsen : he/him (is trans, ftm), pan

Isamu: any but kinda prefers he/him, since that's what the first person eh ever met used (Arsen), aromantic asexual

Soooo that's as far as I've gotten with them tbh. I might make a nother post about my modern one and maybe the other one (which is also kinda modern??)

I will draw these dummies soon and might make some memes based on them and their stories-

#HHH I FINISH #one oersona asked for this so #raining 13 hope you like #my ocs #lance #myca #arsen #isamu

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thediverismylove · 5 years

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LOVER TRACK BY TRACK REVIEW

i forgot that you existed — don’t like the beginning she sounds like a robot lol. “in my feelings more than drake”??? girl no thank you. not a big fan of this song. 3/10. fave lyric is “it isn’t love / it isn’t hate / it’s just indifference”; least fave is “in my feelings more than drake, yeah”.

cruel summer — love the production on this one! her voice sounds really good and i love the way she sings “cruel summer”. 8.5/10. fave lyric is “so cut the headlights / summer’s a knife / i’m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone”; no least fave lyrics here!

lover — the TENDERNESS of this song! love how easy and pretty and acoustic it it is. 9.5/10. fave lyric is “my heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue / all’s well that ends well to end up with you”; no least fave again!

the man — okay “when everyone believes you / what’s that like?” wig! also when she’s like if i was a man…….then i’d be the man…….and the synths do That in the background? it does feel very Feminism 101 in the verses but the chorus is fun! idk i expected more from this one and it’s def fun but not an all time fave. 6/10. fave lyric is “i’m so sick of running as fast as i can / wondering if i’d get there quicker if i was a man”; least fave is “and they would toast to me, oh, let the players play / i’d be just like leo in saint tropez”.

the archer — SO gorgeous and vulnerable! love the gentle and introspective vibes of this one and how simple the backing track is. her voice is so pretty in this one! would love to hear this totally acoustic. 9.5/10. fave lyric is “i cut off my nose just to spite my face / and i hate my reflection for years and years”; least fave is the pre-chorus bit that’s similar to humpty dumpty you know the one lol.

i think he knows — ugh hate the intro again talky-singing works well for her sometimes but it really doesn’t work here. very bored by this one. it feels like it’s trying so hard to be fun but it doesn’t have particularly interesting instrumentals/synths/whatever and her voice is way too talky-singy for me here. the last chorus is kinda fun but not enough to fix the whole song. 4/10. favorite lyric is “he got my heartbeat / skipping down sixteenth avenue baby”; least fave is “he got that boyish look that i like in a man / i am an architect, i’m drawing up the plans”.

miss americana & the heartbreak prince — pretty intro! the talky-singing works a little better for me here. the pageant/prom conceit is fun. very amused by her still comparing her adult life to high school prom considering she left high school at like what 15/16 for music? jdeasjkkjcskjn it’s fun tho this song is fun. i have a feeling this one will grow on me. 8/10. fave lyric is “we're so sad, we paint the town blue / voted most likely to run away with you”; least fave is the “she’s a bad bad girl bit” lol

paper rings — ooh fun intro! like whatever effect they have over her voice. this one has a really cool beat. like the kiss me once/kiss me twice bit. the chorus is really sweet! the tune is very dance-worthy. i could def see this being played in a romcom (cue me adding it to the playlist for my gay summer camp romcom). didn’t expect to like this one so much but i’m enjoying it a lot so far! idk abt the lyrics im not even listening that closely jfekwjakjnkjn i just love the beat and the effect they have over her voice. also can’t stop thinking about when rey @theglowpt2 said “wrap your arms around me, baby boy” sounds something the try guys would shout at each other lmfao. 8.5/10. fave lyric is “darling, you’re the one i want / and paper rings and picture frames and dirty dreams / oh, you’re the one i want”; least fave is “wrap your arms around me, baby boy” bc of aforementioned try guys energies making it humorous instead of cute as intended for me.

cornelia street — like her voice in the intro it sounds very pretty and soft! don’t like the weird synth thing going on at the beginning tho it’s giving me a headache. don’t like the way she launches into the chorus it feels very abrupt. “we bless the rains on cornelia street” lol is this a toto ref? this one is pretty underwhelming ngl. her voice is pretty in some places here though. would probably enjoy an acoustic version of this a lot more. 6/10. fave lyric is “and baby, i get mystified by how this city screams your name”; no least fave lyric but i hate those loud synth things at the beginning more than anything.

death by a thousand cuts — totally thought this was gonna be a song about like. bitter ~haters~ or smth by the title. her voice is really pretty after the “my my my” bit! love the synths in this one. the line about the traffic lights…...wig! okay totally expected to not like this one but i kinda like it. laughing at her going “UNITED WE STAND” tho lmfao. this one will def grow on me. 8/10. fave lyric is “i ask the traffic lights if it’ll be alright / they say i don’t know”; least fave is “our songs, our films, united we stand / our country, guess it was a lawless land”.

london boy — oh excited for the absolute INSANITY of this one girls! DID SHE JUST REFER TO HER HOMETOWN AS SOCAL GIRL YOU ARE FROM PENNSYLVANIA!!!!! also so amused about she needs to reference the fact that she is american and her bf is british so many times. if i heard this song out in public i’d have to die. did she make a p!atd ref lol. unfortunate as hell but it’s kinda fun. 4/10. fave is none of it; least fave is all of it.

soon you’ll get better — oh this one is gonna make me SOB i just know it!!!! the vulnerableness of it all. thank you for a song about family ms taylor! the harmonies w the dixie chicks i’m ascending. this one is so so gorgeous and heartbreaking and the first song off this album that actually really made me Feel Something. 10/10. fave lyric is “the buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair / in doctor’s office lighting / i didn’t tell you i was scared”; no least fave!!! She’s Perfect

false god — intro is fun! i like her voice in this one it’s #sexi. the line abt being nyc is funny lol…..girl what does that mean you are not a town what does that MEAAAAN. taylor swift said YES i fuck what about it in this song. the line about being the west village…...what does that mean? he’s expensive??? 6.5/10. fave lyric is “the altar is my hips / even if it’s a false god / we’d still worship this love”; least fave is “staring out the window like i’m not your favorite town / i’m new york city, i’d still do it for you, babe”.

you need to calm down — i REFUUUUSE to listen to this song all the way it’s so corny and ridiculous. taylor rly thot she was doing smth w this one. 3.5/10. no fave lyric; least fave is like. ALL of it it’s very cheesy.

afterglow — pretty vocals! love me some vulnerable songs. not much to say about this one lol. i like the chorus a lot. 7.5/10. fave lyric is “fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves / chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there’s no us / why'd I have to break what i love so much?”; least fave is “tell me that it’s not my fault / tell me that i’m all you want / even when i break your heart”.

me! — unpopular opinion but i actually prefer me! to yntcd. idk why i just feel like me! knows how ridiculous and silly it is but yntcd does not. maybe that’s just me tho? 4/10. can’t believe she killed the best line of all time aka “hey kids spelling is fun”...that was HILARIOUSLY BAD AND WONDERFUL AT THE SAME TIME. that would’ve been the fave; least fave is the awkward uncomfortable space where “hey kids spelling is fun” used to be.

it’s nice to have a friend — very forgettable. her vocals here are pretty but the song overall is nothing special imo. do like the dreamy vibes tho! 4.5/10. fave or least fave lyrics tbh it’s just boring to me pretty but boring.

daylight — WHY is taylor swift so obsessed w/ mentioning that some of her friends turned out to be dicks. absolutely OBSESSED w/ that edit that’s like “i wounded the good and trusted the wicked” over katy perry and karlie kloss respectively it’s peak comedy. very pretty vocals but has some unfortunate lyrics! 5.5/10. fave lyric is “i, i just think that / you are what you love”; least fave is “i wounded the good and i trusted the wicked / clearing the air, i breathed in the smoke”.

overall: probably like a 6.5/10? had some really great tracks like lover & the archer & soon you’ll get better but also some BAD ones like me!, yntcd, and i forgot that you existed. it was a fun time but not an all time fave. in terms of tswift album rankings i’m not sure where i’d put it yet get back to me on that one. anyways i’m gonna go listen to lucy dacus now bye

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