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chibieggplant · 27 days

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Trafalgar Law ~ Doodles ~ Part 3

Trafalgar Law soulmate au | Imagine a magical connection between you and your soulmate, where everything you write on your arm appears on your soulmate's arm, too.

Part 3/3 | Part One | Part Two

“I…” You could only manage one word at this point; any more words were too hard to get out as you stared at the spot on his arm where the bear doodle previously was. The thought of your soulmate existing was already absurd, and you had long given up on trying to believe. However, this…this was proof. The bear doodle, exact, no room for misinterpretation. You were so shocked you could barely even speak at all as you remained still. All you could do was stare forward as your eyes moved to meet his.

Law looked at you, and as soon as he spotted your shock, he instantly understood what you were feeling. After all, his reaction was the same. Law was practically dumbfounded as the realisation hit him. Yet he also felt like the most idiotic person in the entire world. He never wrote back. Not once. Now that his soulmate was right in front of him, he felt both delighted and upset at himself as he continued to stare at you. He was feeling all kinds of emotions all at once. Joy, shock, fear, and so much more that he couldn’t even think of a name for. He felt so happy, yet so stupid; so relieved yet so scared.

Law couldn’t take his eyes off you despite part of him wanting to run away. He could see you trying to process everything as it came flooding in after years of silence. He felt terrible, awful. At this moment, he felt like an idiot for not writing back to you. His feelings were just as chaotic as yours right now. He could barely believe this was real. He had spent an entire decade telling himself he had no time for his soulmate. That he would only bring you trouble; after all that time, it felt surreal to be standing before you, knowing that fate had bound you together.

Law tried to muster up something to say, but it seemed just as challenging for him to speak as it appeared for you. Yet he needed to say something. There was this entire decade’s worth of conversation he needed to make up for. He tried to move his arms, perhaps to hug or touch you in some way, as he felt the need to show you some physical affection after so long, but it was as if they were frozen in place. The next thing he noticed was a tear started to roll down your cheek. His heart froze in his chest at the sight of the tear running down your face. This was what made him break. He could deal with you looking shocked. He could deal with you staring at him blankly. But seeing your tear just sent a spear through him. His vision was becoming blurrier as tears slowly began to fall from his eyes, too. He was a mess, and he suddenly felt so lucky to meet his soulmate finally. He realised he had wasted an entire decade’s opportunity to talk to you. To spend time with you. As this realisation set in, he wanted nothing more than for you to forgive him.

“W-why didn’t you write back?” your voice was full of emotion, and it was hard for you to manage it enough to get the words out. But it had to be said. Your tears quickly turned into a steady stream flowing down your cheeks as you began to break down in your senses. The floodgates had opened, and all the hurt you had felt, all the sadness you had felt and all the pent-up feelings had just been released. Law couldn’t hold it back anymore. He let out a muffled cry as he rushed forward and hugged you as tightly as he could. Law kept his hold tight around you as he buried his head into your shoulder. Your words hurt him. They really hurt him. He didn't want to give you some lame excuse, but the harder he tried to come up with something, the more he realised that his reason was just plain stupid.

“I’m sorry...I’m so sorry…” he said it again and again, his voice slowly becoming even more muffled as he became even more emotional. His heart raced as he remembered all of his own emotions. He was scared. He was scared that you would hate him. Scared that you would never forgive him. Scared to hear your response to his apology. He was scared of…well, a lot of things. He wanted to speak, though; he wanted to explain his stupid behaviour.

Law still couldn’t get the words out, though, as a few more tears streamed down his face. All he could do right now was cling to you as he continued to mutter his apologies. He was scared that you were going to reject him. After a decade of no response, you must despise him. His mind was in a frenzy. It was filled with an ungodly amount of fears and regrets. He hated himself. He should have written back all that time ago. He should have talked to you. He shouldn’t have made you feel so alone. For someone that everyone regarded as intelligent, he felt so stupid. Stupid for not writing back. Stupid for ignoring you. He was foolish for thinking he didn’t have time. Everything just felt so silly and pointless. He was probably the worst soulmate in the entire world. He couldn’t even imagine how much you must hate him for his actions. What a horrible person he was. This is why he never wrote back. He didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve anyone.

Your words sounded broken through muffled sobs as you clung to him and buried your head in his shoulder. “I-i thought you didn’t exist, I-i thought I didn't have anyone…”

Law froze at your words as they hit him like another spear to the heart. The years of silence, the years of false hope. All that wasted time. He was fully aware that he had been thoughtless by disregarding your emotions. But hearing you say it just broke his heart even more. He squeezed you tightly as he tried to suppress his pain. “I’m so sorry…I-”

He was an idiot. He shouldn’t have let this go on so long. He shouldn’t have been so stupid. He should have just listened to his heart and written back. He didn’t want to admit it, but he loved your silly doodles. But he was afraid. He was scared of rejection and convinced that no one could love him. “Please forgive me…I…I…” Law could barely finish. He prayed to every possible god that you could forgive him for his stupidity. He continued to sob into your shoulder, squeezing you as tightly as he could as he repeated his apology. He hoped to god that there was still a chance at forgiveness. He prayed that you could forgive him. Because right now, he could barely stand for how much of an idiot he had been. All this time, he had thought you would be better off without him, so he never wrote back, but all he had done was sabotage himself. He had deprived himself of years' worth of conversations. Years worth of love.

“…I was so afraid you’d hate me, t-that I was…” Law choked out as the last words left his mouth. All the guilt all of the regret came crashing down over him. He felt weak. He felt so damn…stupid. This whole time, he had convinced himself that he was okay with being apart from you. That all of this didn’t matter to him. But at this moment, his whole world came crashing down. You were real. You were his soulmate. And he had made a fool out of himself by avoiding you all these years. He felt sick. He had lost an entire decade of potential happiness all because he was an idiotic, scared little brat. But now, you were real. You were real and in his arms.

“I thought…that I was too broken. I thought that there was no way that you could ever love someone like me. And I was so…” Law broke down again, finally saying the words he had been dying to say all this time. Words he had been denying for a very long time. “I just thought you would deserve someone so much…better…I’d bring you trouble” Law’s grip loosened up slightly, but his arms still wrapped tightly around you as he continued to bury his face into your shoulder. “I…I thought that I didn’t deserve you. I…I‘m not a good person. So, I thought I was doing both of us a favour by not…not writing back. I was going to protect you from myself” He could barely manage to get the words out as fresh tears streamed down his face. It might have seemed like a weak excuse, but it was the truth.

“I-I know I've been the world's biggest idiot, but…the longer I avoided it, the harder it was to write anything. I didn’t even know how I could face you after…after all of this time. I was scared of what you’d say. I thought you’d probably hate-“ His breath hitched. He hated that he had been so afraid. He regretted that he had not given you a chance. He was now aware that as a consequence of this, he might end up losing something he never got the opportunity even to experience.

“It’s okay…” you suddenly said as you held back any more tears, interrupting the torrent of words about to erupt from Law’s mouth. You paused momentarily and leaned back to meet his gaze as you spoke. “It’s okay…you’re here now.”

Law froze as you interrupted him, and those two simple words hit him like a brick to the head. He had been so scared and so worried but...it was okay? You didn’t hate him-no you forgave him. You had found it in you to forgive him even though he had kept away from you for years. Even though he was the one who refused to write you even a single word, you had forgiven him? It was unbelievable. You were still standing there, holding onto him as tightly as he was holding onto you. Law didn't understand. He held onto you with the same intensity, trying to take in the weight of your forgiveness. He was utterly flabbergasted, he shouldn’t have been this surprised. You were just that type of person, you just forgave, and you just accepted. You were a genuine, good person to the very core. It was too much for Law though. He was used to harsh words, not forgiveness. He was used to being hated by most people and not being accepted. He found it difficult to cope with the situation.

Law’s grip loosened slightly, and he began to sob harder. He felt weak, and this was the most weak he had felt in a long time. He was supposed to be strong, but now he was breaking down. He was supposed to be able to take on all of this stress, but he couldn’t. He had no control, and he despised it. “H-how can you?…”Law’s lips were trembling as he tried to get a proper grasp on himself. He couldn’t believe you had forgiven him. Law was supposed to be some irredeemable, evil bastard, yet here he was, having the kindest, most gentle person he had ever known forgive him. He felt his entire body go limp. Tears were pouring down his face at the sudden onslaught of forgiveness. It just all became too much for him. He had been expecting to be hated, hated for the past decade of silence. But it was forgiveness instead. He felt his heart beat rapidly in his chest as he suddenly tightened his grip on you as hard as he could. “W-why are you being so nice to me? I mean, I don't even deserve your kindness…”

“Shhh…” you whispered as your arms wrapped around him as tight as they could. You weren’t going to let him self-deprecate. He’d spent the last decade hating himself and living in regret. You were going to fix that right here, right now. You were going to make sure that he knew what he deserved. And you were going to start by not letting him say any more bad things about himself.

“H-how can you forgive me…after everything? It’s not fair to you…” Law struggled to hold back his emotions as he attempted to protest.

“Because I have spent years believing that I didn't have a soulmate, and now, you're finally here, and it all feels worth it” You gave him a gentle smile as you pulled away slightly and wiped away the last of your tears. You felt like this moment was surreal, and the thought of rejecting him had never even crossed your mind. He was your soulmate, after all.

Law pulled back slightly too, his gaze fixed on you. And when he saw your smile, he felt warmth wash over him. His heartbeat slowed, and he finally felt he could breathe properly again. So this was it. He had finally found what he had been missing all this time - a person whom he could honestly care for and who reciprocated that same level of care. It was more than just a soulmate; it was a connection that had been absent from his life until now. He never even imagined this feeling. It was truly something else. And yet…he spent a decade afraid of this. He spent over a decade avoiding this feeling. He spent so much time, a decade's worth of time, just avoiding something that he always wanted despite telling himself the very concept was absurd. It was unbelievable, and it was downright moronic. But now here he was, with his soulmate. He was so happy, but at the same time, just so full of regret. But he didn’t want to focus on the past anymore. He spent enough time being alone. All that mattered was now.

Law slowly loosened up as his grip on you also loosened. He let out a deep, long sigh. he felt tired, but in the best way possible. It had been so long since he had felt this calm, this…serenity. His heart rate was finally stabilising, and though his breathing was still heavy, he was finally recovering. He took a gentle hold of your hand. He looked into your eyes and smiled. Law was finally done with it; he was finally done with letting the past rule him. He was finally done with letting his insecurities control him, and he was finally done letting the fear of others influence his every action. With this realisation came an entirely genuine smile. He had never really given much thought to his expression, but now it was the most genuine smile he had ever worn. It wasn't fake or forced. It was his natural smile, and he was finally free to let that be. The wave of relief and catharsis he had felt washed over him. It was the best feeling in the entire world...

Law continued to stare into your eyes as he lightly squeezed her hand. He felt at peace. At peace with himself, and at peace with life. Life didn't seem so cruel anymore, and neither did he. He was ready for anything life threw at him now. He just needed to know that you would stick around with him through all of it. Law gently squeezed your hand one more time before he spoke. He was never usually the talkative or the emotional type, but this whole interaction had brought those qualities straight to the surface. Now, he didn't mind talking just a bit more. He wanted to. “y/n…I…I have to ask…”

You smiled and nodded your head reassuringly. There was nothing he could say that would be off-limits. Law could ask you anything he wanted to ask. You had to know his heart before you went any further, right?

He looked you in the eyes as he took a deep breath before continuing. “y/n, could…could you really learn to love me despite all of this? Despite all of the stupid, idiotic actions I've made?” Law was almost afraid of the answer you might give. Would you still care about him if you knew even half the horrible things he had done? And what about everything else about him? What about his past? His personality? His actions? Everything about him was a mess. But…you were his soulmate, weren't you? So, if anyone had the potential to love him for who he was, it would be you.

You already knew the answer to his question, but you took a moment to consider the most effective way to express it. Eventually, you just decided to answer with complete honesty. “…I’ve been waiting years to speak to you. Years to find out who you are…wondering what you look like, what kind of person you are, what your favourite foods are, if you prefer morning or night…” you softly chuckled. “And I would love nothing more than to get to know every little thing about you….” Gently, you whispered your final words, and a faint rosy hue appeared on your cheeks “to fall in love with you…”

Your answer made him smile, and his grip on your hand tightened just the slightest bit. Your words were reassuring, but at the same time, he expected nothing else coming from you. It was a comforting feeling, knowing that someone accepted him. Someone who would even go as far as spending time with him to get to know him. To even consider the possibility of loving him. His cheeks blushed as he felt the warmth wash over his face after hearing your words. “…I-I like onigiri…and I’m more of a night owl than a morning person.” Law softly chuckled; he felt silly, and his cheeks were now a light shade of red. This was all so foreign to him, this light...affection...he could almost get used to it. Law's lips slowly began to form a warm smile. He clasped your hand and softly ran his thumb over your skin. He wasn't sure if you could tell, but this was the happiest he had felt in years.

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swordcreature · 6 months

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Hi! Can I ask for some hurt/comfort with Zevlor/Rolan/Dammon making up with their partner after they had a fight? Perhaps they or their s/o (or both of them) were just very exhausted and it accidentally made them snap?

hi anon ty for the request!! i ended up treating this as HC's since it involved all three of the tief guys, but if you were thinking of something closer to an actual oneshot, i'd def be interested in taking the prompt further (but probs for only one of the guys b/c i'm slow as heck)

hope you enjoy!!! <3

Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Making Up

some very very light hints at sexual content (not enough for a a dni warning though i think)

How the tiefling boys fight and makeup with ya

Dammon:

Dammon is a fairly patient guy when it comes to people, especially you. Sure, he may get a little frustrated here and there – he's not perfect, okay – but to truly provoke a fight takes a lot from him.

When you two fight it’s serious. He’s not the kind of guy to say things he doesn’t mean, he’s transparent to a fault. So, when he says something hurtful, something said in the heat of the moment, it cuts deep.

He knows immediately when he’s gone too far, but he also realizes he needs time to cool off before he tries to make things right, otherwise he’s just going to hurt you more.

So he gives you both some time. He’ll throw himself into his work, no matter the time, to give you time alone in the room you share. The thought kills him though, knowing you’re somewhere hurting because of something he said.

It may be easy to think the grunts and angry sighs are lingering effects of the fight, that he’s working through his frustrations with you. But in reality, he’s angrier with himself, using his hammer to release the pent-up irritation he’s aiming at himself.

He finally comes to you when he knows he’s calm enough to actually talk things through. If you don’t want to see him, he’ll leave you alone; he doesn’t want to overstep, especially in such a vulnerable state. But when you’re ready to talk, he’s the first to apologize.

He’s reaching for you before he even realizes it, his hand instinctively wanting to touch your face to comfort you. He stops himself until he’s sure you want it.

His apologies are always sincere and very introspective. Dammon isn’t embarrassed to admit when he’s wrong – you are so much more important to him than his ego. If he needs to set it aside in order to truly earn your forgiveness, consider it done.

As soon as you give the indication that you’re okay with him touching you, he’s pulling to into his lap and holding your face so that he can look you in the eyes and reiterate his feelings for you.

Dammon is so tender like this, his hands brushing against your skin like if he’s too rough you’ll run away. Because in truth, he’s afraid one day you’ll have a fight like this and it’ll be the last straw, that you’ll be gone before he can fix things.

When you assure him that you will always be willing to work through your problems together, he’ll finally kiss you like you’re used to. Dammon will lay you down on the bed and show you how eager he is for forgiveness.

Rolan:

It’s no secret that Rolan has a shorter temper than most. It gets better with time, but sometimes he just has a short fuse. It’s a fact of life with him.

His temper is more even with you, of course. Unless one of you is in danger, you, Cal, and Lia are probably the only people Rolan exhibits any patience for. So normally you bicker. Little quarrels of little to no importance just for the sake of butting heads.

When you actually fight, things are so very different. Rolan doesn’t just get angry, he seethes. It stews in him silently, only his body language and expression giving away his real feelings. There comes a point where he snaps, and the floodgates open with an array of harsh words and colored vocabulary.

But, to be honest, a lot of what Rolan says is what he thinks in that exact moment, thoughts that pop into his head when he’s blinded by anger. Hardly ever does he say something that you think he truly means. It doesn’t make it hurt less, though.

He’ll be the first to storm off every time. Sometimes it’s because he’s secretly embarrassed that he was so rude, other times he is just so annoyed that he can’t help but want to just separate himself from the situation. To be honest, either way it’s usually for the best.

Rolan was never the biggest fan of apologies before you, but he recognizes the need for them. It doesn’t make things easier though. He does try. Sometimes though he’s too proud to let go of the reason behind the fight. These ones last the longest, both of you giving each other the silent treatment for several days.

When he’s finally ready to apologize, with an actual, real apology, he brings something with him: your favorite flowers, a book you’ve been eyeing, a sweet you love. He’ll offer it to you without a word, hoping to bridge the gap before getting into the meat of things.

He’s not as touchy when making up. He’s more focused on his words and being able to make you understand where his anger came from.

When things are patched up between you two, he’s always quick to have things return to normal. Sometimes though, if he’s feeling particularly guilty you can persuade him that you need some extra apologies. And he’s more than willing to put his pride aside if it means getting to say he’s sorry from between your thighs.

Zevlor:

Does Zevlor even get into fights with his beloved, ever? It has to be once in a blue moon at the most. He has a temper just like anyone, we’ve seen how quickly he was ready to mow down Aradin for leading goblins to the grove. But for you? There’s not a lot you could do that would provoke an honest-to-god fight.

The only time he is willing to stand in such stark opposition to you is when you are putting yourself in danger. That is something he will never get used to and is the one thing that you continuously argue over.

So, after so many arguments about the danger you’re always getting into, you’re both exhausted. It’s far that you both snap. You never got anywhere with the typical quarrels you’ve had, so maybe an actual confrontation would help things.

Zevlor isn’t the type of man to throw around insults or say something just to cause pain. No, he knows it detracts from the issue at hand and it serves him no good to hurt you like that. He’s fighting you because he loves you and wants the best for you, of course he’s not going to let his mouth cause more trouble.

There is no running from a fight with Zevlor. He is a man of action and will be hell-bent on talking through the issue, regardless of how intense things are getting. He’s always the first to remind you that you both need to take a step back and breathe so that emotions don’t run to high.

When you get to the end of the argument, Zevlor is still ready to apologize. Even though he knows some fights are necessary, he still doesn’t like it when you do.

He’ll take a moment to collect his thoughts before he offers you a sweet, whispered apology for how things happened. He’ll hold you close, tilting your chin up so that he can look into your eyes as he attempts to soothe your nerves with his words.

When he asks what he can do to lift your spirits, how he can make it up to you after your argument, you tell him exactly what would make you happiest. He blushes at your sultry tone, but doesn’t stop you from pushing him lightly towards the bedroom.

#bg3 #bg3 dammon #bg3 rolan #bg3 zevlor #dammon #rolan #zevlor #dammon x reader #zevlor x reader #rolan x reader #my writing #requests/suggestions

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cherrylovelycherry · 5 months

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pairing. zhongli x fem!reader cw/genre. fluff, slight angst, reverse comfort, stress. masterlist! requests open!

As Y/N walked through the halls of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Zhongli's quiet sobs echoed in the muffled corridors. She stopped when she reached his office.

"Uh- Is that Zhongli?…", Y/N wondered in his head.

With slow, silent steps she approached the trembling figure of the man, who stood with his back to her.

As she approached him, he slowly turned around. Light tears flowed from his eyes. His lips tightened, hiding any form of sadness or weakness.

Y/N's previously curious look had turned to concern upon seeing Zhongli like this.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." He apologised beforehand.

"…Uh, are you alright?" she asked, somewhat shyly.

He nods slowly and sighs. She is a little surprised to see a normally stoic and calm person so vulnerable to even the simplest question. He sniffles and his lips quiver slightly "I'm fine.."

"Excellent, what a good question, Y/N." she spoke to herself in her head, wanting to slap herself on the forehead for asking such a silly question.

"Uhm, may I come in?" Y/N asked, as she didn't know if Zhongli would be uncomfortable with her presence.

He'd be silent for a moment. He'd finally open his mouth and speak slowly; "Sure."

Y/N nodded her head. She took a few more steps, staying close to him but not invading his personal space.

"You honestly don't seem well, did something happen?" her voice came out soft and calm.

His body tensed again when she spoke to him. His eyes wandered sideways, but never to her. His breathing was a little faster than usual. He hesitated between looking down at his hands as he spoke a little "…Today has been a very stressful day…. That's all."

On the other hand, Y/N never failed to keep her eyes on him.

"Hmm, I see…" she replied. Y/N sensed that there was a slightly stronger reason within that little explanation, but she didn't probe further so as not to make him uncomfortable or push him.

Her curious hands approached his face, it was a slow approach so that he wouldn't startle and if in any case he didn't want the touch, he might pull away.

Zhongli did not pull away from her hands as she slowly approached his face. Her gentle touch seemed to calm his nerves a little and his tense body relaxed a little. He took a deep breath and finally looked up at her, revealing his amber eyes.

Her hands fit perfectly on his face. She gently wiped away the tears with her thumbs. "I don't know what is truly tormenting you, Zhongli…" her voice was warm, her face close to his, "…but believe me I will be here for as long as you need."

Once she finished saying that, she placed her forehead against his, still not releasing her hands from his face.

The slightest bit of moisture formed in his eyes as his breath caught once she had placed herself so close to him, his heart was hammering at this exact second as her touch was comforting. All his stress seemed to escape him the moment she were near. He'd slowly place his hands on hers as he sniffed.

It wasn't many seconds before Y/N felt his thumbs being moistened again, more tears falling from Zhongli's eyes.

It was almost as if her words, in addition to soothing him, had opened up that mass of emotions inside him.

Y/N pulled away from his forehead, wiped his cheeks again and released his hands from his face.

His tears had started to stream down his cheeks as the floodgates had opened from the dam. He was now a mess in front of her as his breathing was shaky. He finally wiped some of his tears away with his sleeves "..I'm sorry…"

Y/N sighed, she thought that by telling him that she had made him cry more, but on the other hand she thought it was better that he let it all out.

"Can I…?" Y/N asked, as she opened her arms so she could hug him.

At first he hesitated but seconds later he melted his body into hers. Choked sobs escaped his lips, the grip was tight.

Y/N's arms closed as she held him close. She began to stroke his back as she heard his sobs continue, the gentle pats she was giving him were a way of saying 'let it all flow'.

At that moment Y/N's body was pressed against Zhongli's, chest to chest, heart to heart. In short, recreating the anatomy of the hug.

Zhongli's breathing would start to slow down as he sniffed a bit. He was finally able to drop his stoic shield and relax around her. He'd slowly start to lean back and place his head on her shoulder as she caressed his back.

One hand continued on his back while the other went to his hair, stroking and playing with it.

"Much better?…" Y/N dared to ask, as she heard no sobs, only hiccups left in the aftermath of crying.

Zhongli's eyes were closed when she spoke. He'd slowly nod and hum out a quiet 'hmhm' as he tried to hold back the last remaining tears he had left to shed. His body relaxed more as he placed his head on her shoulder. His breathing became more even and his heart settled down.

"I'm glad…" Y/N sighed in relief, a small smile forming on her face.

She continued to play with his hair, both of them still standing in the darkness of his office, the only light there was from the window.

His mind was slowly easing away from what caused him to cry in the first place. He felt so safe being in her presence. His quiet voice broke the silence "..Thank you. ..You are so gentle and kind.." Then he remained quiet but his breaths were so quiet she couldn't even hear them anymore. His body was almost asleep in her embrace.

"Heh, don't thank me." She spoke, still in a calm and gentle tone.

Y/N was mildly surprised to barely hear his breathing. "Oh, are you falling asleep?" she asked softly. Though it wasn't to be expected after he had cried.

"..Mh.." His breathing had become so peaceful. She could feel his gentle movements through her hug as he slowly open his mouth and released a small yawn from under her shoulder.

Another smile appeared on her face as she held him still in her arms in that almost sleepy state.

"You'd better get home, Zhongli." She spoke, patting his back so that he could wake up a little and not sleep until he got home.

His eyes opened and he slowly lifted his head from her shoulder with tired eyes. His body was still a little numb from the events before. He'd finally speak again and give a soft smile "..Ah..I will take your consideration.."

Another small yawn escapes his lips as he stood up from her embrace.

"Alright, if it's no problem I'll come with you." She spoke, stretching her body slightly.

The two of them left his office and Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, heading for Zhongli's house.

He'd nod slightly at her offer as he began to walk with her out of the office. As two of them walked through Liyue Harbor, he was completely silent, and he didn't mind it. He felt so calm and at peace while being with her.

On the way, Y/N took her hand, so that he would not stay behind her. The silence between them was comfortable. Hanging lanterns lit the streets.

Before long they arrived at Zhongli's house, he'd finally speak again though he sounded tired; "Thank you again for accompanying me."

She could tell he was still a bit drained from his emotional outburst earlier.

"You're welcome, Zhongli." Y/N sketched a soft smile, then released the grip she had on his hand.

"Ehm, well, I'll be going home now." She spoke again, taking two steps back.

"Ah… of course, I wish you a good night's rest." He would bow his head politely by way of farewell, but before parting he called softly to her, "Wait-"

She smiled and turned around so she could go home until she heard his voice calling her again.

"Oh-" she blurted out.

"What's wrong?" she asked turning again in his direction.

Zhongli reached over and gently grabbed her arm, as he spoke calmly.

"Before you go, can we… can we hug again?"

Y/N was slightly surprised by the request, however it seemed sweet.

"Of course I do." She said and then went over to hug him again.

He'd tightly wrap his strong arms around her in an embrace. His hands would softly brush against her back, his breath was quiet against her neck. He'd speak from that point with a smile on his face

"Thank you.. For listening to me.. For being there for me.."

"I told you it was okay, Zhongli…" He replied quietly.

They spent a few minutes like that, until they parted. "Well, I'm off now." She said with another smile.

He let out a deep sigh and slowly nodded "…I'll say goodbye then…".

Somewhat hesitantly he took a step back as he spoke again "Mhm, on second thought, could we cuddle to sleep?"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh softly at his sweet proposal. "Alright, let's go."

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#genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli angst #genshin fanfic #zhongli fluff #zhongli x reader #genshin fluff #genshin #zhongli genshin impact #genshin x reader #zhongli x y/n #reverse comfort #genshin angst

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musubiki · 2 months

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What was mochi’s exact moment of being in love with lime? We know that like got hit with the truck of feels when mochi started showing Thigh™ but what about childhood crushing mochi?

Also funny if the mob spell keeping mochi on the down low took a dramtic dip in effectiveness when she started showing Thigh™

i think there was a time where he saved her from some bullies in middle school!!! actually it used to be "saved her from being bullied," but since the mob spell development,.., i think the more probable scenario is that mochi tried to help someone else from being bullied (lime didnt care to interfere), but when they turned on her, THEN he stepped in. middle school lime was a bit of a punk so he got into his first REAL fight there. black eye and everything. he won though (mochi high five) and they all got sent to the principles office

that was also the turning point for their friendship pretty much!! because before it was like "ugh the weird girl across the street" / "that jerk who put dirt in my backpack and calls me names" (with an odd sense of camaraderie because its the orders(tm) from the parents that they walk home together and watch out for each other)

but after this event its better between them..,.. mochi thought what he did was cool and starts bringing him sweets from the cat cafe, and limes like "Maybe shes not so bad."

anyway thats when mochi first started to like him!! it was that weird middle school type crush where they seem so cool and you daydream about them being a cool prince and you feel awkward talking to them but still want to be around them as much as possible.

and it just never went away. in fact she tried to ignore it and also didnt tell her mom about it because she knew about the whole witch-love thing, and she didnt want her mom to start separating them (which she definitely would have to prevent mochi having a huge weakness right away)

and obviously over time it got worse. WAY worse when he hit puberty. middle school lime was an average kid. maybe one of those kids that you go "Oh he looks like he'll be cute when he grows up!" but puberty hit him like a fucking TRUCK. got way too tall and handsome way too fast!!! AND with time he also got more and more comfortable with her so he spent more time teasing her. but luckily at the same rate mochi was developing her early witch skills(tm) so she was still good at hiding her feelings (thank god. especially since hed throw in the occasional flirty line to mess with her. a weaker woman would have folded)

and on the side note of the mob spell dipping with mochis shorter skirt: IT DIDNT!!!!!! which is why lime thought he was losing his damn mind!!!!! hes all hot and bothered and no one else seems to give a shit hes like "????? is it just me???" and everyone else is like "is it just you what?"

but i think limes feelings didnt start with the thigh thing, it actually started with the cuddle thing. that time she spent a night or two at his house (first sleepover in forever since tiramisu banned it when they were around 13) and one way or another they fell asleep together, and when lime wakes up to mochi cuddled into his arms hes like "Oh boy....thats not bad actually..." and little did he know admitting that to himself opened a floodgate that he locked shut for years and years

#hnngfngnf #lore #text #bpp #good q!!!!#i need to draw more mochi pining for him #mochi liked lime before liking lime was cool #(there were still girls who liked him in middle school. he was the cool kid)#but obviously hiked up to the max in high school

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crimson-calligraphyx · 4 months

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reader who has trouble finishing when she gets rlly in her head— life stress on top of meds, anxiety, whatever

like you’d rather just forget sex altogether because it’s easier and less embarrassing and you have no expectation that he’s gonna spend x amount of time between your thighs, but he actually couldn’t care less. like i’m sorry,,, you think he gives a fuck?

challenge accepted.

some of my thoughts because i am incorrigible:

Folio:

definitely knows the mental game is half the battle. his approach? you get in your head about sex? bet, let me make it so you can’t think at all.

no thoughts head empty

Noah:

an absolute menace. you’re self conscious about how much time he’s going to have to spend between your thighs, and he’s convinced that this is heaven.

“Noah, you’re not going to be able to feel your jaw.”

“you say that like I give a fuck.”

he owns that shit. it’s a badge of honor.

Jolly:

• oh he gets you there. the problem is getting him to stop.

• it’s all about loosening you up, coaxing you to and past a certain point. opening the floodgates so to speak. he can feel the exact moment you let go, the tension just, going out of you. the exact moment your body surrenders to him, goes fucking slack. oh and you best believe he’s coaxing as many orgasms as he can get out of you.

Ruffilo:

• quality over quantity.

• works you the fuck up— doesn’t care how long it takes. i’m talking he’ll drag it out. get you real close, just to deny you, so you can have the most explosive orgasm.

• i’m talking toe curling, back 👌🏻 this close to snapping like a fucking glow stick

• patience is a virtue

• oh also he’s not stopping until your legs are shaking and you’re desperately trying to push him away, sooo oversensitive. strikes me as the type to eat you out within an inch of your life and then drag your hips right back to his mouth like “oh you thought i was done???”

thank you for coming to my ted talk holy fuck i was gonna request a headcanon about this for each of the boys and i ended up going OFF. so i think it’s safe to say i had thoughts??? hahahah goodnight 💗💗 hope my brainrot haunts you in the best way i’m fine

I— my jaw is on the floor. I can appreciate Noah’s because I get so self conscious about how long it might take and Jfc owjdnfnfnnngoa

And the Ruffilo? Not stopping til your back is about to break? Please. Imma die

I love all these. Thank you for these haunting canons 🥴

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ohhhhhshesaslut · 1 month

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My boyfriend is, almost exclusively, a sub. And I love him for it! I love watching him crumble and break, the resolve leaving him as his eyes go wide. It's delightful...

But, something must have been gnawing at him last night. Something got under his skin, I think. Both him and our roommate. They'd been teasing me about body writing - and, I'm ashamed to say, I forgot the exact context of what they intended until they had me chained up and pinned down. They marked and divided out my flesh, skin separated by dotted butcher's lines into regions that they could squabble over. They barely responded to my whines and complaints. They'd stopped thinking about me as a person by that point - just cuts of meat to be done with as they saw fit. A breast to one, my throat to the other. Flanks and tenderloins, biceps and fingers - each marked. Divvied out. Claimed.

My roommate bid himself adieu after they had made their selections and unchained me. He's very good at sharing, and so took the chance to leave me in my boyfriend's hands.

Now, my boyfriend, my bunny, an acolyte to his goddess... he'd threatened and teased me before, but - those times were almost always moments of smirking play. Times when he wanted me to break him down. Remind him who was in charge.

Last night... he was not playing. It wasn't long at all before casual conversation transitioned to him pinning me down - no mean feat for a bunny his size. He whispered in my ear about all the different ways he intended to use the portions of my flesh he'd marked out. Told me, as he forced me to roll over and fuck him, that he'd be taking the portions that weren't his, too - told me he was too greedy to share my divided body. He sounded insatiable. Possessed. And for a blissful time, I allowed whatever demon took him to wrest control.

But... a possession requires an exorcism. And one can only take so much snark and vitriol before the urge to restore the balance rears its head. It was only natural to purify his soul by forcing his head down into the pillow, feeling him writhe and squirm for air. Again, and again. When that wasn't enough, I coiled my fingers around his throat, taking his breath to silence the fell demon inside him.

By the time he'd regained his ability to speak, he asked for his soul to be cleansed. He's a very devout acolyte, of course - and so the searing strikes of the whip across his flesh were enough to drive the rest of the darkness from him.

I truly don't know what demon got into him - but I have the sneaking suspicion that a floodgate has been opened. I fear that he may find himself even more corruptible now, a vessel for malevolence that neither of us yet know the true potential of.

I can only hope.

#possession #t4t nsft #trans nsft #queer nsft #t4t ns/fw #ftm ns/fw #ftm top #ftm sub #poly nsft #divinity k1nk #mtf top #mtf sub

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transmutationisms · 1 year

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i know we just talked about the problems with the overlaying of personal emotional experience with what we see in the show but i found it entirely fascinating (and horrifying) to see someone cry in the exact same way i do. mostly i just do not cry because i can‘t (not even bc i’m a dude, i have a lot of friends that aren’t afraid to cry but i just physically cannot) but there comes a point where, maybe once every other year, the floodgates open and it‘s really this animal spectacle. turns me inside out, is pathetic to watch and leaves me half-dead afterwards. kieran did a beautiful beautiful thing there bc it‘s rare to see such a bewildering crying scene, even though that‘s the reality for a lot of people when expressing their emotions.

yeah it's similar imo to that moment in 'tern haven' where he's like, looking directly at gerri right before their bathroom tryst, and he's looking genuinely horny in a way you still rarely see on tv (most sex scenes are not horny lol). like, both of these moments are this sort of explosion of bodily emotion or affect, which is both terrifying for roman and potentially purgative. it's a good beat for his character because he experiences these sorts of outbursts as a loss of control (part of what logan always saw as effeminate about him; see also his childhood bedwetting) and we can see this throughout kieran culkin's physical performance, where roman is noticeably slouchier and less vertical than the other characters (compare to kendall). so he has this total lack of control over his body, which is inherently a condition logan sees as feminine and disgusting, and consequently roman's emotional expressivity also comes bursting out of him and, in the case of the funeral crying, costs him a certain loss of respect from his peers and business associates. so we can see that this ideal of the stoic, disembodied man is still operative in the roys' world even without logan around anymore, and it's still a standard roman simply cannot discipline himself into living up to.

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ghoulseason · 9 months

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terzo has been haunting copia (literally)

Copia knows what it is to overthink. He knows the sound of his own internal monologue mocking him. The little ways it changes to sound like Papa Nihil or Sister Imperator. The shape and nature of its cruelty.

This isn't like that.

This is ringing that echoes in his ears like church bells until it eventually turns into the tenor of his brother in full clarity.

"So, how does it feel? The papacy."

The voice causes Copia to jump and drop the letters he'd been gathering. Terzo is an apparition lounging against the bookcase, a ghastly scar wrapping around his neck.

Copia's eyes dart to the door and then to the window, looking for any other sign that his office had been tampered with. Terzo follows his gaze and raises a manicured eyebrow.

"Afraid she might have done something to mess with you?"

"You-" Copia starts. His mouth is suddenly very dry. How many times had he rehearsed the exact apology he would give his predecessor if he had only gotten the chance?

I'm so sorry, I didn't ask for it to happen like this. I never wanted it to happen like this.

What comes out is less eloquent, if not insensitive. But it's a well-rehearsed reflex and he's still in shock: "So, how are you doing?"

At least it gets a laugh.

"How am I doing? I'm dead, you ass, I'm doing terribly."

"Oh, right. Er..." Copia nods. The words are still stuck in his throat and suddenly Terzo's ghost is moving towards him. He feels a chill as two hands hold his face.

"Watch your back, Papa." Terzo spits out the title in a stark contrast to the the gentleness of his hands. "Trust no one."

Then he's gone, and Copia is frozen in place.

The visits become more regular, most often in those quiet moments between one responsibility and another.

Terzo tells him that he seems more confident. He tells him that his ghouls seem dedicated to him. He tells him that he's accomplished an impressive amount for little Cardinal Copia.

Copia tells Terzo about the tours and the places he's seen. The audiences that still adore the legacy left behind by the previous Papas. How it's been a challenge to fill such large shoes.

It seems unnatural. The two of them never spoke this openly when Terzo was alive. Every conversation had always been professional, going back to their respective roles in the ministry.

One day, Copia tells Terzo that he misses the sound of his singing when he would rehearse with the ghouls in the courtyard. He still can't bring himself to say he's sorry.

Sister Imperator calls Copia to her office. She offers him a seat, a toffee, and, "a piece of friendly advice."

Copia stops unwrapping the candy as she says this, which she takes as an invitation to continue.

"The walls of the ministry have ears, C. There are no secrets within it." She leans in. "Everything eventually finds its way to me."

"That must make surprise parties difficult."

She slaps the candy out of his hands. "Don't get smart with me. The next time you think you think about invoking certain dead traitors, I want you to remember how they got there."

Her eyes flit to the toffee on the ground. She sighs. "You didn't need that anyway."

It's not that Terzo doesn't try to talk to Copia anymore. It's just that Copia doesn't respond to him.

After a week of being ignored, Terzo appears in his bedroom in the middle of the night. He knocks a stack of prayer books off of the nightstand. "Don't ignore me, asshole."

Copia startles awake. Terzo's lip quivers with the tension of his frown. Silence fills the room as both of them try to compose themselves.

Terzo is the first to speak again, softly. "Why haven't we been talking?"

Copia stares at him, taken aback by the genuine hurt on Terzo's face. "I'm sorry."

And then the floodgate is open, and out pours every apology he's held onto for the last five years.

#terzo is dead and he's bored as hell #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #copia #terzo #sister imperator #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost fic

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crystallizedkingdoms · 1 year

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Talk about eleventh hour gn Johann!!!!!!

Oh boy you’re opening fucking Floodgates.

For this post I’m not gonna go too into into the exact details of how Johann’s been neglected by the graphic novel and how that if they don’t rectify this it will extremely flatten the finale as a whole (but I can make that a separate post if it’s wanted), but I Will mention a few things: in the past four books, Johann’s had a total of 15 panels where he makes a prominent appearance— of which he has no deeper characterization other than being… just kind of grumpy? Not cynical with the capacity for goofs like our podcast Johann, with a unique and layered dynamic with the Voidfish; just a musician with an attitude problem with none of the character building, plot important scenes.

This changes with the 11th Hour. We get about 15 new panels with his face in it, and the most amount of lines he’s gotten thus far, and it’s plot important! Finally, we get one of the core tenets of Johann’s character: what happens to his beloved music when he feeds it to the Voidfish, and his fear of dying and being forgotten. Hell, I’d even make the argument that the above panels portray his actual fear and urgency over it better than the podcast. So… problem solved, crisis averted, shut up and be happy Sie, right?

(More under the cut, but tl;dr: graphic novel is severely undercutting Johann’s character by diminishing his relationship with the Voidfish and it’s KILLING ME)

Except, quite frankly, this condensed rectification is seriously not enough. Although it brings up the core concepts of Johann’s strong feelings towards dead members being erased, it very quickly glosses over Johann’s feelings on his music being erased into a simple “…Yes.” Look at how Johann expressed himself in the podcast, in the elevator scene that introduced his character efficiently!

And really, most importantly… we haven’t seen any of his connection with the Voidfish. We don’t get Johann being the one introducing the boys to the Voidfish and the fact he’s the best violinist basically ever. We don’t get scene of Johann and Lucas arguing over who should keep the Voidfish. We get the below scene, of Johann seeing the Voidfish erasing Boyland’s big family, but it neglects a cute little comment he makes when the Boys worry that the process tires the Voidfish out!

And of course, the infamous scene. The scene that doesn’t happen in the graphic novel (in the podcast it happens in the Lunar Interlude before Crystal Kingdom), and arguably one of Johann’s most important scenes outside of the novel. The Voidfish Duet, while providing an invaluable plot clue with EGG BABE, was also a moment of deep connection with Johann and the Voidfish. (Just look at how it’s described guys. this scene is INSANE)

We even get a piece of dialogue where Johann has almost an adverse reaction to the information that the Voidfish does this friendly gesture to Magnus, someone who (in his eyes) is new and has never taken care of the Voidfish in the way he’s done for over a year. Johann clearly has a very strong bond with the Voidfish to have a reaction like this!

This is such an important scene that we haven’t seen yet, and we’re almost at the end! And there is not a lot of space for it to be squeezed into the Suffering Game’s interludes— what with Magnus needing to be alone to communicate with the Voidfish (unless they just. stick Johann in there), and then he fucking Dies in the Reunion Tour interlude (and by then it would be no use to include it, because Magnus already knows EGG BABE by then).

And quite honestly, I have a little less faith that this scene is going to happen. Because we know the Voidfish has already sung to Johann in some capacity— in the little note made on whiteboard back in Rockport. The first two notes of EGG BABE.

This could be retconned, or it could fit into a flashback, or it can still pack a punch if they manage to slip in the Duet somewhere else. But part of the wonder and the shock Johann felt when he connected with the Voidfish in that scene was because it had never been done before, immediately after Magnus had garnered a physical reaction from the animal he’s been caring for for over a year. I don’t think the Duet would pack the same punch as it did because of the separation of these two scenes.

Anyway. Moral of the story, I love Johann Adventurezone with all my heart. Pains me to see his character and his relationship with the Voidfish get sidelined like this, even if it’s for the sake of streamlining the novels. Cant imagine how it might affect the finale (except yes I can and I’m biting fucking METAL thinking abt it). Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

#asks #achamocha #taz gn spoilers #taz balance #taz johann #im main tagging this bc everyone needs to see. the Truth the agonizing truth cuz I haven’t seen anything abt it

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cheesy-mak · 1 year

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Angst continuation from last night hehehe

So, imagine Kratos and Heimdall's fight, he has forgotten about Baldur just for a moment just to fight Kratos, just to put all his thoughts into fighting him. And well, their fight goes well for Heimdall, until Kratos hits him.

Then he gets into a rage, his ego broken, and his guard way down. Kratos and hit him more and Heimdall gets even more.. Scared? He starts to back off more, his taunts being laced with fear. He tries to act as strong and mean as he was, but it was then the floodgates of his memories had been opened. No one was protecting him. He was on his own. And he was getting hurt. He was stunned for a moment.

It was then Kratos took this opportunity to throw the spear at him, and it pierced straight through his arm and backed him against the stone, rocky wall. The let out a shriek of pain and looked around in panic, he wanted to find him, his inner child needed him.

Kratos watched as Heimdall looked in panic and tried to get the spear out of his arm, but it was lodged into the wall. He walked over ro him, and he gave Heimdall a chance to be spared. But no, he just kept taunting him, but his fear was very knowledgeable. Soon, one last taunt about Atreus was enough to get Kratos' blood hot, and so he slammed another spear down to make the spear that pierced Heimdall's arm to implode into hundreds of pieces that were the temperature of magma. Causing his arm to rip and explode with it into a multitude of bloody pieces.

Heimdall.. Actually started to cry? The pain was too much for him, the shrapnel of the spear was searing his flesh, what was to be considered the rest of his 'arm' would be considered a nub. He fell to the floor, unable to grab and stop his arm from bleeding due to the still hot pieces of shrapnel imbedded in it. He got up and ran to another spot of the battlefield, far away from Kratos. He knew that he was finished, and he just hoped that someone was here before he died. Someone that could make his pain more bearable at least..

Heimdall squeezed his eyes shut, letting his inner child let loose.

He felt something, cold, something calming, the presence of someone he used to know, used to be with. He sniffed as he felt multiple tears trail down his cheeks, he opened his eyes and was shocked to find..

Baldur?

It was Baldur. He stood in front of him as he yelled at Kratos with anger, before then turning around and kneeling down towards Heindall. Baldur was right in front of him, yet he looked different. He was transparent, but had a blue-ish tint to his body. Was he a ghost? But he could feel him, as he held Heimdall with the same protection he gave him years ago before he passed, when he was a child.

"It, hurts. It hurts so bad.." Heimdall muttered, refusing to just let out and sob into his spectral older brothers arms. "No no no no, how could this happen Heimdall?" he asked, feeling him wrap a piece of cloth around his arm to stop the bleeding momentarily. "I'm sorry, please.. Don't, tell Odin.. I don't want him to hurt.." Heimdall couldn't hold it in anymore, he just grabbed onto Baldur and sobbed into his chest, he couldn't believe it, he was overjoyed but it was washed over with grief. Baldur wrapped his arms around him, visible guilt painted on his face. It hurt him to see his younger brother like this. "Shh, it's alright, I'm here now. He can't hurt you." said Baldur. And that made Heimdall cry even more, as that exact phrase is what he always said when he protected him from Odin.

As for Kratos? He was gone. The two didn't know where he went.

"Hey, let's just go back to the village and get you patched up. Alright? You're okay, you're with me now.. I'll protect you.." Heimdall nodded, but he still held onto Baldur. He was confused for a second before then realizing Heimdall wanted him to carry him, just like how he used to. He smiled softly before doing so, and quickly getting him back to the village to get fixed up.

#heimdall #god of war ragnarok #gow ragnarok #god of war #heimdall gow #gow baldur #gowr #gow

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kaeyastopmakingicepuns · 1 year

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Alone... (Brothers x MC!) (Angst)

Summary: How did you end up here again?

Spoilers for Nightbringer lesson 11 and all of the original game.

Honestly, I like Belphie and Lucifer, but I'm getting real tired of their bullshit.

"That was close..."

It wasn't until you heard Solomon's voice that you realized you had been squeezing your eyes shut.

You opened them slowly and peered around the room.

There was Belphie, standing behind a pile of rubble that managed not to land on him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Solomon as he walked up to your side.

Everything had happened so quickly. You hadn't even had a moment to breathe a sigh of relief that you'd managed to put Beelzebub to sleep before anything truly bad happened, before Lucifer was in you face.

"Are you our enemy?"

Your entire body had gone cold as the hurt set in.

How? How is it that after everything, everything you've done for him and his brothers could he even think to ask that question? A part of you was hoping that he would smile and say it was all a joke, but he had just stared at you, expecting an answer.

You don't remember the exact words you used but you had tried to assure him that you weren't. And for a moment, it seemed like it had worked as Mammon and Levi and Asmo had jumped to your defense.

But then Belpegor had opened his mouth.

Now, Solomon and Belphie were arguing and you heard your teacher mention something about ganging up on a human, but really it was so much worse than that.

"...ys end up here." You don't know how your tiny voice, barely a whisper had made it across the room, but Lucifer looked up at you, that cold expression still marring his features. "What?"

You took a deep breath, balling your hands into fists that dug your nails into your palms and kept your gaze trained on the floor.

"I said..." you began, "how do we always end up here?!"

You lifted your head, angry tears wetting your cheeks and sent a glare around the room.

Lucifer sighed in annoyance, his voice still strained in anger. "Human, if you’re not going to make any sense-"

Human. You hated that word. They used it to look down at you, to remind you that you were less than them.

"It happened again." You ground out. Showing your anger felt good, especially since you had held it in before for the sake of this family. This fucking family who only hurt you again and again.

"Again, Belphegor tried to kill me, and again you all just stood there and let it happen." You heard Solomon's voice behind you, saying your name in warning, but you ignored him. You knew somewhere inside of you that you should be worried about breaking the timeline, but you couldn't muster up the energy to care.

This time Solomon had been here to save you, but back then you had nobody. And it still hurt worse than you had ever let yourself acknowledge.

It was Mammon who broke the silence first. "What're ya talkin' about?"

It didn't matter that he didn't know. The floodgates were open and you were going to say everything you had to say. Perhaps it was only because you didn't have the history with these brothers that you were finally able to let it come pouring out.

"I have given you everything, and I have helped you through every tiny problem you've had!" You threw your hands in the air. "And so many of them have been so completely stupid!"

The blank stares from the demons around the room only served to fuel the anger burning inside of you.

"Again and again, I have had to prove that I am worthy to stand beside you, first when I had to bow and scrape just to be your friend, then with Solomon's stupid tests, and then with your fucking games to get onto the student council!"

Your arms fell to your side and you felt all the fight leave you. "It's just never going to be enough is it?" You were surprised at how small your voice sounded. "I'm always going to have to be the one to apologize first, to forgive you even when you have done nothing to make ammends, and yet I just keep loving you, feeling like such a fool-"

You broke off. Did you love them? Was this love truly your own? Or was it just the blood running through your veins. You couldn't even answer such a simple question. You slumped to your knees

"Eight of the most powerful demons in the realm, and you can't even stop the weakest among you." You heard Belphie try to say something in protest, but he was silenced by Mammon's elbow digging harshly into his side.

The the four eldest brothers present stood around the room in solemn silence. Something itched at the back of their mind, a memory that wasn't quite there. They knew they should remember why you were so important to them, but everytime they reached for it, it it just slipped through their fingers. And what was worse was that they could feel your pain, pouring through a connection that was barely even there.

Surpringly, it was Lucifer who broke the silence, something akin to regret coating his voice. "MC, I-"

But Solomon had heard enough. Gently he pulled you to your feat, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to hold you close.

"I hope you all remember this," he said quietly. "I hope that you remember this far, far in the future, and I hope that it hurts."

And with that he teleported you both away.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #was this a vent fic?#yes it was #MC should be allowed to go feral

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msviolacea · 9 months

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Unexpected grief punch ahead, cut for those who may want/need to also not be unexpectedly punched.

I took this screenshot from another post, because I didn't want to derail the lovely sentiments in it.

Apparently this will still make me cry. It still hurts me, so much.

This episode aired one week after my dad died. I was in Missouri still cleaning things up. I'd spent that day running around in an unholy panic trying to find a place for my dad's cat to live after he showed back up, after spending almost a week thinking he'd run away when the police came to open the apartment. I was sitting in a Super 8 motel in the middle of nowhere, alone, exhausted and numb and grieving and desperately wishing for my own home and my own people.

And then this episode happened. And it felt like a knife to my chest.

It opened the tear floodgates that had been stopped up by task after task since the day I got the call that Dad was gone. Because it was beautiful, and just so, so bloody unfair, that week of all weeks. Maybe if it had happened another week, another month, another year, I would be able to see it for the beautiful fantasy it is, that someone can be good enough, can DO enough to earn having their loved one back.

But me? I buried my mom decades ago. I buried my little sister more than 15 years ago. And I had just signed a form that promised to send me a tiny urn of my dad's ashes sometime soon, the only physical bit I had left of my blood family. And that night, the idea that someone might earn the right to have someone come back from the dead just felt cruel.

It's one of only two times I'll actually say a piece of media legitimately triggered me, and both were about the same topic. (The other was reading Mockingjay, a few years after my sister died.) It was a beautiful piece of storytelling that I experienced at the exact wrong moment, that will now forever just remind me of feeling alone and inadequate and drowning in sorrow. Part of me knows that it was a needed moment, that something would have broken me down eventually, it just happened to be this one supposedly silly D&D game on the internet. But there's that small irrational part of me that will always feel like I'm being punched when I'm reminded of the ending of this campaign, because that grieving little girl that will always be here will spend a moment thinking "... I didn't earn it."

#jaime's brain hates her #tw grief #critical role #the mighty nein #this was such good storytelling #and i very much wish it had come at a different time for me

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non-neutoniangender · 4 months

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Okay yea, fuck it, watching 34 right now because sleep is for nerds and Matt decided to leave off on something of the world's worst cliffhanger (that's not necessarily true, but it kinda feels like it)

WHY did Matt start this with FCG??? boy am I concerned

Memories of Aeor?!??!?!?????

A MAN YOU FEAR?????? oh no

Chetney?!?!?!

why is he going down the list......

lmao "wayward romances in your youth"

Why are there names......

Also I'm suspicious that this is because Imogen let go, this is the hint that they're all ruidis born, because I think thats the direction this campaign was going to go

Ashton... whooo boy... yea, I think this is probably pointing towards ruidis born (from a storytelling perspective, in world I understand that they would have difficulty just guessing they are all ruidis born yk)

Some kind of ritual....

Beyond the edge of death....... wow

WAIT YEA. the whole cast is there, even the ones who are dead dead....... huh

Not the dinner with the Briarwoods...... :/ God I hate Delilah

Good lord. oopsies. we just disappeared a bunch of dirt and shit

I do really love how invested they get in the game

oops there goes Laudna

"worry not Laudna, death is but a waiting game" oh my god

Knowing what happens lessens the impact for me, in a good way, it really helps with the anxiety, but having them so much with helping the stakes feel real.

I can get safely invested with them being so invested even if I know the result. its nice

"How do I know they're dead" asking the right questions

A revivify cockring omg

When the so many people die that initative starts to go at the normal speed. god thats so morbid

Holy shit Sam. not the exact 10 on the revivify ritual dear GOD

Fearne, the first person to when presented with a Revivify goes "what else" what a Fearne move... I love her, I love Ashley

oh my god not the slight action economy shuffling

rollies to see who lives good Gods

Liam is just depressed.......

It's so heartbreaking to see Fearne work through how to save her friends, and FCG having to work her through who is dead

"Who votes for Orym" noooooooo lmao

Are they actually about to flip a coin for who to rez........?

This has such a different vibe to the Molly death... I can't really put my finger on why? maybe because when molly died there were no healers

Will 😢

Orym's gonna be a wreck after this huh.

But the acting :'(

Marisha silently packing up.... then asking Matt is she should leave 😢😢😢

Oh. Imogen thinks its her fault.

I do like that Matt is calling an early break so the players can go cry in each others arms for a moment.

aaaaaand popsicle stick Laura is waaaay too cheery

good god after all that death they go straight to torture

What a macabre scene, Imogen grieving the death of Laudna as everyone else is torturing information out of Treshi

Grey fluid...... dunamancy.... GOD I hate Ludinus

WAIT jesus did Otohan just cast 4 resonant Echoes?!?!?!?

God its so surreal to hear them talking about consulting Delilah like its not the worst idea ever.

"Imogen, do you think someone needs to take care of Paté and Sashimi?" oh my god Sam you don't need to break my heart again!

I do really love how Fjord seems to have opened up the relationship floodgates for Travis, I like how unabashedly horny he is.

I love when Caleb came out to talk about magic

TWO fragments of possibility?!?!? science has been scienced

not the grog meatlocker of holding!! (honestly...... I've been wondering what all was in that )

He added a FEAT?!?!?!?!

A toolbox lmaoooooo God Sam, never change.

"And not hide money from each other......."

"I saw my parents" "I thought you were an orphan" "I'm going to give you 10 seconds to figure that out" pure gold lmao

Captain Xandis!!!!! I forgot how much I loved them!!!!

The spell definitely headed something off at the pass, good god. Matt you are trying to kill someone!!!!

I love that Travis still counts for Laura's Sending.

And that airship pickup was really one for the highlight reel.

#cr 3 ep 34 #cr3 #cr2 spoilers #critical role

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Ok, Jamie! Since I REALLY love your (long-ass 😂) analysis I need to ask you this question I have just seen asked elsewhere: When do you think Kinn and Porsche fell in love with each other? Like do you feel there was an aha-moment for them when they suddenly realized?

Babe! I love this question so much (and I love you for loving my rambling also 😌❤️). Perfectly enough, this was something I'd been thinking about over the last week (as I’ve been waiting very impatiently for the next ep).

Editing this before I post to say that after I had finished writing my response I was scrolling before editing and posting this answer (because yes I am an editing freak and do edit my answers too) and I saw @daltoneering was just discussing this and it's such an awesome analysis and they had very similar thoughts so I am going to link that HERE and highly recommend you check that out as well (if you haven't already) because there can never be enough chatter about this topic imo.

Ok so I'm gonna break this down in two ways because I think there is a two-part falling in love process for Kinn and Porsche. The first part is actually falling in love (like a trip and flat first into the pavement sort of fall... for Porsche anyways. Kinn was maybe a stumble, catching himself, then letting himself fall), the second part is actually recognizing they're in love... and I might throw in a third of full on accepting they're in love. We'll see as I go (this is gonna get so hella long I already know...😬😂). Gonna include screencaps - wish I could do gifs but I am a talentless bastard - and we need visuals as we go 😌.

So let's begin with Kinn because as I mentioned in my post HERE this absolute beautiful mess of a mafia man fell first. And as I discussed, Kinn’s fall was a softer fall. He was aware of his feelings pretty early on (from being intrigued by Porsche, to being attracted to him, to genuinely liking him, getting to know him even better, and falling in love with him). So you’d think the whole being in love/ recognizing he’s in love would go hand-in-hand for him. But of course it’s not that easy because there are so many others meddling in the process (namely of course, his father). And that meddling means Kinn pretty actively rejecting how he feels (so maybe his brain and heart know but he’s very firmly telling them both to fuck off). I think it could easily be argued that Kinn is in love by ep 4 - especially the end. But I would actually argue something that might seem a bit contrary. I think he’s in love in ep 5 - which is actually when he’s very actively fighting that reality and rejecting it as best as he can. I think having sex with Porsche in ep 4 opens the floodgates. The only other time he really let himself go prior to this and let himself feel and go for what he wants with Porsche is the pier kiss. Kinn realizing Porsche remembers that kiss is the gateway (it’s the oh moment- italics essential 😌). I think it’s obvious a flood of emotion comes with them being together that night - for both Kinn and Porsche. Not just because it happened but because of how it happened (and Porsche’s understandable reaction and conflicted emotions after the fact).

And honestly it feels pretty fucking on brand for the violent and morally bankrupt world of the mafia, and for Kinn’s own life of control (both being controlled and doing the controlling), that he’s properly in love with Porsche at the exact moment he’s trying to hurt him and push him away.

This moment. Man... this moment.

It’s not that I think I’m 100% right (I honestly think you could argue so many moments because these men be a mess for one another) but it’s a moment I come back to. He’s in love here. He’s in love here which is how and why he hits so low. He’s in love and he’s jealous and he doesn’t know what the fuck to do about how he feels - the way Porsche makes him feel - and he can barely keep it together long enough to hit Porsche where it hurts but he manages it. That moment when he closes his eyes and breathes Porsche in? In the context of the scene it feels like part of the play (a ‘yes there’s intimacy between us and it means nothing’ move)... but it was a gamble and he nearly lost. I don’t think it’s any surprise he books it from Porsche without waiting even one more second after delivering his ‘I’m replacing you’ rejection. The man was trying (and it certainly worked as he intended it to in hurting Porsche) but he was also hella struggling (and this is clear in the little time it takes before he’s seeking out Porsche and then following Porsche home).

But accepting he’s in love? It’s that penultimate ep of course. Episode 6. Our baby. I’ll keep coming back to it which is no surprise. Kinn’s knowing he’s in love and accepting it (being at peace with it really) is one and the same this ep. I am tempted (and think you can argue) it’s the fireside chat. The moment Porsche is talking about opening a bar and his ‘menu of the day’ and Kinn smiles as looks at him and you can tell he’s thinking, ‘Fuck, I like him so much’.

As much as I love that entire scene however, I’m talking being in love/ being at peace with it, so I’m going for the moment Porsche falls asleep on him. God... that moment.

Has Kinn ever felt this kind of peace before? To go from his immediate instinct being to reach for a gun when startled in his sleep, to serenely turning into Porsche and just... smiling... nuzzling him... being so fucking happy and so fucking in love. Kill me right here on the spot. This is the moment (for me at least) that everything is just there for Kinn... the love, the peace and happiness Porsche brings him, and that surety that he will do anything for Porsche (including giving his life... an instinct he’s had from the beginning, but one he’s very consciously aware of now).

Ok... but before I write a whole damn thesis. Let’s move onto Porsche. The chaotic little shit that he is 😌.

Porsche falls in love in ep 6. No surprise answer there. I think he has very deep and very complicated feelings for Kinn prior to this episode. He’s been seeking out an acknowledgment of feeling from Kinn since he remembered the pier kiss. There is absolutely something there - attraction of course - but more too. And that is obvious in the eps that come before this one. It’s clear in how he gravitates to Kinn... pause here for a moment, for this iconic shot in ep 3 that happens in the blink of an eye but was the most coupley shit I had ever seen...

PLEASE.

Anyways... it’s very clear in the way Porsche seeks Kinn out, in the way he wants Kinn to himself, in the way he responds to every overture from Kinn, and on and on, that Porsche was well on his way to falling in love but it would have taken a hell of a lot longer if he hadn’t gotten that look at unfiltered, raw and real Kinn in ep 6. I can’t blame Porsche at all here... Kinn was so fucking charming in this ep. Still Kinn. Still infuriating and stubborn (but much like Kinn loves every annoying bratty aspect of Porsche’s personality, Porsche 100% loves the stubborn, cocky qualities in Kinn too), but also so sweet, so guileless, so funny, and so honest. It’s truly no wonder that this is when Porsche falls face-first - smack - right into love.

There are a couple significant moments for sure. Like when he’s teaching Kinn to fish you can for sure see Porsche thinking, ‘Shit... he is cute as hell’...

But I would say the moment Porsche is in love is the fire scene. Yes the end of the ep is significant, and we’ll get there, but the fire scene is when I see Porsche being in love, if not totally aware of it yet.

The bonding... Kinn wanting to know about Porsche’s dreams... sharing his own... the dorky singing... and then opening up about his private thoughts about his family... it’s the sort of emotional honesty Porsche constantly seeks out from Kinn. It might not be about their feelings for one another, but it’s the kind of emotional intimacy that I think is everything Porsche wants from Kinn. And in this moment he’s in love.

This following moment however...

There’s your moment of knowing it. It’s the situation that forces that acknowledgement from him. He thinks he’s leaving Kinn... and leaving Kinn because of an utterly selfless act on Kinn’s part. An act rooted in his love for Porsche. So it’s in this moment that Porsche decides, “Fuck, I’m leaving and I need him to know this... just this once.” It’s not said in words but it is in action. They’re both aware that this was an acknowledgement of mutual feeling on both their parts - even if they were never going to say ‘love’ out loud at this moment (this isn’t full acceptance for Porsche... that comes later... this is simply knowing for the first time and in a context fraught with heightened emotion).

The acceptance from Porsche? By which I mean, knowing and being at peace with being in love? This moment right here...

Once again, this is a moment fraught with emotion. Neither of them know if Porsche is going to be ok and there’s a very real chance he won’t be. They both know that. He needed Kinn that night and then... Kinn was there. Kinn was there and they flirted like dumbasses, and then... that emotional honesty again. Words aren’t needed. It’s clear how desperate Kinn is to not lose Porsche. And he shares that with Porsche through his gestures and through his touch. And I really think it’s at this moment Porsche (who through the beginning of this ep is clearly confused and unsure of where he stands with Kinn and exactly how to behave) is utterly at peace with being in love - and he’s deeply, deeply in love here. They both are. It’s an odd moment to find that kind of peace when it’s on the cusp of potential loss, but it makes sense too. Their relationship is framed by constant fears of loss and being taken from one another in one way or another, but at this moment they’re together and they’re in love and Porsche is aware and totally accepting of that fact.

Ok... I think I will end the essay there. I am so deep in my feels right now... my god 😂. Thanks for giving me the excuse to ramble, sweets 😊. As you can probably tell, I greatly enjoyed. I hope you did too ❤️❤️❤️!

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche meta

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