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inkykeiji · 1 year
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SPOILERS FOR THE LEAKS in my ask
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Clari did you see the new reveal about Dabi’s quirk. I’m fucking dying. Screaming, crying, throwing up.
He was always perfect :,(
But we already knew that
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i did, kind of! i honestly try not to look too far into them & make assumptions until i can read the whole chapter for myself (because sometimes i find the leaks summaries are misleading or poorly explained) so i’m not 100% sure how i feel about this! i have a lot of questions. for example, based on the summary we got, it says that new abilities are awoken only close to death. so how far, theoretically, would enji had had to push touya to get this to manifest/show up/come out of him? would he had to push him to the brink of death to get it? why didn’t it show up when touya was 13 and nearly burned to death? or did it show up then at age 13, somehow, and dabi’s just been conveniently hiding it until now? additionally, does this actually have any impact on neutralizing his flames and the fact that his body was not built for them? does it help in that aspect? can it help in that aspect? many many maaaany questions.
i said this last night in my little rant/vent post but if dabi ends up living i will be thoroughly and immensely disappointed. as much as i love dabi with every fiber of my being and my whole entire heart, and as much as i wish there was a way for him to continue living, him having a well written and impactful ending to his story matters more to me and it’s what he deserves as a character. he deserves a GOOD ending. dabi surviving this makes absolutely zero sense and would be such a horrid ending for his story as a whole, especially considering the fact that, logically, if he were to live the only place he’d end up is jail for life; he can’t claim insanity, not when they have a video of him fully and lucidly explaining and admitting to his crimes. he knew exactly what he was doing all along, obv. letting him off with a slap on the wrist because he has ~trauma~ (aw, boohoo, so do i and i don’t murder innocents) and is the number one hero’s son is so fucking stupid, not to mention extremely unfair and goes against pretty much all of dabi’s beliefs (false heroes, heroes being treated differently etc).
anyway sorry i went off on a tangent there HAHA i could write u an entire essay on why i think dabi’s end should be his (and enji’s!) death so i tried to keep it brief while still explaining myself properly but!! honestly, i’m extremely critical when it comes to dabi’s character arc/story, and him not getting the well written, heart wrenching ending he deserves has been a heavy fear of mine preeeetty much since i picked up this series.
in sum: not sure how i feel about the sudden ice quirk thing, trying not to overreact or make any serious judgements until this whole bit of the story has played out. trying v hard to have faith and trust in hori and his skills as a storyteller because i know he has the capacity to make this phenomenal and i hope to whatever god is out there that it doesn’t get fucked up by fan service.
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sleestakkk · 23 days
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there is something so devastating to me about the post leading up to round six where ivan is reaching towards till’s neck while till is facing the opposite direction paired with how in round 6 ivan now has his hands wrapped around till’s neck and till is STILL not looking at him
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anguis-sapphire · 1 month
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i can’t believe I didn’t try using Astral as an online name before now. yes, I had had it as a placeholder on something for ages, but having
a way of referencing one of my absolute most treasured interests that has been so treasured since I was little (DQIX),
without it necessarily being directly tied to that interest,
and that also works as a link to what is arguably my most recent new interest (FFXIV) despite that not being at all intentional,
as well as being a name that so far does not activate either my latent “it’s too edgy” hangups about going by Void or my “it’s not serious enough” hangups about going by Echo,
really does make it click into place well.
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hm so apparently people weren’t a huge fan of lloyd’s ease with forgiveness by the end of this season! that’s fair. i’ll say this though.
lloyd’s frustration, his outward anger, nearly at every turn in this show, has been much closer to a front than it has been his truer feelings.
there have been definite moments where it has gotten the better of him, but anger like. does not define lloyd. his arcs with finding trust very much do define lloyd, i feel like in nearly every season!
i think trust was rushed. for sure. but if it’s by the end of a season… at this point in ninjago’s timeline of existence it’s expected for lloyd to choose optimism over.. i dunno. negative feelings as a whole tbh!
part two was definitely not what i personally wanted but it did kinda surprise me that this was something ppl were harping on versus the rushed writing of, again, the plot, since it happens every season without fail
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monitorkernelaccess · 9 months
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Thinking about the implications of a female character created to support a man’s story, a secondary character who appears only in (what appears to be) a retelling of some tale. Who probably never existed even within the overarching story’s fictional world. Who was probably just created by one (fictional) man to explain another (fictional) man’s poor behavior. A girl who is young and pretty and at first seems independent, but soon becomes completely dependent on the man who swept her off her feet. And then an unmarried housewife. Who participates in events around the town until it gets too hard without her “husband” around (he never planned to be around). Who gets lonely and cries when she thinks no one is looking, and there might as well be no one looking because no one steps in until she’s at the window and her house is covered in weeds and the rain floods the ground into a swamp and she can’t reach him and he can’t reach her. A young girl who lost her parents an unspecified “long time” ago, who probably misses them and who may have gone without a father figure for some of her formative years, and maybe that’s why she was so eager to move in with a man twice her age, but it doesn’t matter because she wasn’t given that depth and she was never going to be given that depth. And probably none of that ever happened anyway. She’s a girl with no agency at all, not even over her own existence.
Thinking about the implications of taking this girl, this character, and giving her some agency. Turning her into the first character of a story within a story to be proven real. To have physical proof of her existence, to be given flesh and blood, and, most importantly, to have the power to tell her own story. But it’s the same story, more or less. Though this time, she gets to make the move on a man who’s only 10 years her senior, not 20. And he gets to be the virtuous hero who refuses her, the temptress. And her heart still gets broken, but she’s the one breaking it. And it’s almost silly, the way she pined after this man who only ever saw her as a child. Until you find out how it happened before. But it’s her story this time, and she’s the one telling it. It’s her poor decision, and she gets out mostly unscathed. But she’s not the hero, and she’s not telling the story for herself. It’s a story told to another man to explain another man’s character. It’s her story, and she’s the one telling it, but it’s not about her.
Thinking about what it might mean, if it means anything, to take her and reimagine her once again. To keep the love story (if that’s what it is) but get rid of the age gap, and make them high school sweethearts. So she gets introduced by name early on, and gets left early on. So everyone knows she’s one to pay attention to. And she’ll get to tell her story later, but not until the end. Before then, she becomes a looming figure. A name on a slip of paper. A name that’s the source of conflict, the central conflict that builds throughout the story. She’s almost the antagonist, except it’s not her, just her name and what it could mean. And she still gets to tell her story, and it’s still really about the men, etc. etc. And it’s the same story, for the most part.
Thinking about agency and storytelling. About who gets to tell their story and who doesn’t. Is it worth it to have agency if it just means you’re the one who makes the big mistakes? Is it even really your agency if that was always supposed to be your story anyway, like some sort of destiny? Are you just getting blamed for it? Is it still your story if you tell it for the benefit of someone else? Is it still your story if you’re not the one telling it? What does it mean to have agency within a work of fiction? Do any of these questions even matter because it’s all fictional anyway and no one has control and everyone is created to serve The Narrative and The Protagonists? What does it mean to be a woman in fiction? What does it have to do with being a woman in real life? If you tell your story within a story, do you still have agency if there’s someone else writing the larger plot? What does it mean for a female character if the author is a man? The screenwriter is a man? The composer is a man? The director is a man?
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making yourself fall asleep is so hard anyways that’s why sokka stays up so late because he thinks that he doesn’t deserve to sleep lol
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kaotical · 2 years
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guys ,,, I did ..,,. voice acting ..,..,.;.;.
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jqnehr · 5 months
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when they unfollow you but don’t remove you from their following
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having a crisis over whether or not to do advanced higher maths next year
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urfavlarry · 1 month
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SBG characters getting caught making out with their s/o
warnings: making out, bad grammar, swearing
A/N: If you haven’t read part I, go read that as well!! :D and also if you want a part III with any other characters i’ll make one (I won’t do Logan cuz tbh I think he just wouldn’t do that kind of stuff)
Part I Part II
Ben Clark
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Yall would be at his house in his room when Aiden just randomly barges in cuz Aiden is just wild
You would have to be the one to initiate the make out probably cuz I believe he’s pretty shy when doing these things
You would guide him but once he gets it it’s like he is EXPERIENCED
Heaven fr
You would have music in the background
I really think ben would be into like System of a down or korn
You wouldn’t hear him over the music so um that would he a bit awkward
Ben would probably notice and quickly pull away
You would just look at Aiden with a pissed expression and flip him off haha
Yall would NOT be doing that ever again (at least not at his house)
Ashlyn Banner
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Yall would definitely not get caught tbh
She had great hearing after all
She would hear the person coming 5 minutes early HAHA
Would just go and lock the door like “bitch you ain’t disturbing me and my s/o”
Let’s say she didn’t have her super hearing and blah blah blah yeah how would that go?
She would yell at the person tbh and then she would just huff when they leave and ramble to you on how stupid that person is
“I swear some people need to learn how to knock like it’s a great invention.”
“Calm down honey it’s—”
“Don’t fucking honey me.”
“You know you love it.”
tsundere-ish type
IDK WHY SHE JUST GIVES THAT KIND OF VIBEEE
Would definitely be at least a bit of embarrassed
Just give her some kisses and call her pet names I believe she would melt haha
Barron
(if anyone knows his last name let me know)
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OKAY YALL HEAR ME OUT
Ik he bullies Logan but his design is just 🙏🛐
On my knees fr (i might have a type)
Anyway! You guys would be somewhere at the arcade with his friends probably and he would just call you to the back of the arcade where ppl smoke
He would flirt with you sm, kissing from your forehead, down to your jawline and then neck
Tbh I think he would be a bit experienced with this shit
Would be a pretty good kisser like a solid 8/10
Would fr pin you against a wall and all that kind of shit when one of his friends wanted to go smoke and saw you guys
Barron would fr kiss you deeper like he ain’t ashamed of you tf
Would just flip the guy off while kissing you
His friend knew better then to stay and quickly went back inside, deciding it was a good day to save his lungs LMAO
“Barron um, he.. kind of saw us?”
“What? Am I not allowed to make out with my s/o?”
“But I thought you—”
“I’m not ashamed of you, you’re gorgeous~ Let them be jealous.”
Barron you fucking bi—
He would rub it in when you guys come back to the group
He have your hand in his or a hand on your waist
Would kiss your cheek in front of his friends (would fr be smirking at the mf that interrupted you)
Just Barron doing Barron things
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inkykeiji · 7 months
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hi! hope you’re having a good day!
ive been re-reading through your dabi fics and have been reminded of how i love the carnival worker dabi fanfic. like i don’t know why but im so fixated on him. it might just be bc i love carnivals and theme parks and the aesthetic of them is very nostalgic to me. like he’s just such a mystery, i love it.
im not sure if that fic is a one shot and whether it will be revisited or not, but just wanted to say that it’s one of my favs!
hi sweetpea!!! <33 AW HEHE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!!! i’m so incredibly glad to hear that you enjoy carnival attendant dabi!! (´∀`)♡ i had such a blast writing him because he’s really like,, happy-go-lucky? but he has this intense, deep, heavy air of melancholy to him, because he’s only happy-go-lucky due to the cocktail of drugs infusing his blood. he’s quietly tragic beneath it all, and his artificial easygoing nature hides something a lot more sad and sinister.
it was intended to be a oneshot, yes! i really like the way it ends and he’s kind of meant to feel like this enigma—like you got a taste of him and that’s it, he’s gone, never to be seen again. you’re meant to kind of feel sad once it’s over and miss him—or, at least, that was my intention and what i was trying to do with the piece!! <3 i don’t want to say for sure that i’ll never revisit his AU—because 1. never say never and 2. i really do love him, so it’s definitely a possibility, but it’s a slim possibility. either way, thank you so much for taking a moment to send me such a beautiful lil message and let me know your thoughts!!! it means so much to me, it truly does <3
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mi-spark · 5 months
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fighting together, walking together. forging a bond that cannot be broken and will go on continually into eternity. this bond is illuminated here. 🌈💛
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unfiltered version
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beware of ramblings below lol
this is my heartgold team from my most recent playthrough! it’s intended to be a “forever” save that won’t be reset over. years ago my original hg cart was stolen, so when i bought a new copy off ebay (before the prices jumped lol), i figured instead of playing through with my old team again, i’d do a slightly different team that reflected my current pokemon preferences as opposed to what 10 y/o me picked.
they were really fun to play with! this is their hall of fame debut from back in 2021 (and their condition before challenging the indigo league + names) :]
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kaleidos (ho-oh) wasn’t added to my team until postgame. only then did i realize that having a legendary on your main team is actually pretty fun. plus their access to fly is handy
every so often i pick up the game again to go for another completion goal, and most recently i got the shiny leaf crowns on all of them <33
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also i didn’t realize until recently that the shiny leaf mechanic wasn’t common knowledge. then again the game barely alludes to it (if at all), but here’s a serebii link about it: https://www.serebii.net/heartgoldsoulsilver/shinyleaf.shtml
anyway yeah haha i love my babies… i’m looking forward to reaching more goals for them like becoming pokeathlon medalists, and getting a bunch of ribbons on them!
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jeonghantis · 1 year
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I'm a hardcover svt fan and I've always think about how they act and what they will do yn wearing a really revealing clothes and going out with friends ...and sending them videos of yn dancing with random peoples.....mingyu or jeonghan
note: i kinda got carried away.. 🚶 i got way too excited upon seeing my first request and sat my ass down to write. this was a good break away from the fic i'm working on so thank you so much for requesting, anon! i chose to do jeonghan since i'm writing a mingyu fic, and also because i had the clearest vision for jeonghan when i read your request. i might revisit mingyu in the future though! i think it'd be fun to write for him in this situation too. anyway i'm sorry for rambling haha... i hope you enjoy, anon! this is not proofread.
requests ⇝ open
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pairing ⇝ yoon jeonghan x reader
tags ⇝ established relationship, smut
warnings ⇝ dom/sub dynamics, dom!jeonghan, whiny sub!reader, gender neutral reader but wears dresses and has female parts, overkill of the petname "baby" (oops), kinda mean jeonghan, mentions of alcohol consumption, teasing, grinding, light clit stimulation.
word count ⇝ 895
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“Did you have your fun?”
You lift your gaze to your vanity mirror, finding your boyfriend hovering behind you by the bathroom doorframe with his lips curled and brown eyes fixed on your reflection. He looked tired, wisps of his dark hair sticking out in odd directions as if he’d just lift himself off of the softness of your shared bed. Immediately, you greet him with a soft smile of your own through the mirror, but you look over him with worried eyes. “Hi, angel. I’m so sorry. Did I wake you?”
“I wasn’t sleeping,” Jeonghan replied, humming, as he takes a step towards you. He also looked you over, taking in the dress you wore and how it fit your body tightly. He looked at the curved cutouts on the sides and how it had basically left your waist bare. Then he’s looking at the length, how it stops mere inches below the round of your ass. His mouth twitched.
“Oh, but it looked like you had just woken up!” You laugh, twisting the upper half of your body just to reach a hand up and smooth out some strands of his hair.
“I tried to, but I couldn’t really,” he said, gaze flickering back up to meet yours. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Your question?” You blinked, really trying to remember what he had said moments prior, but if you were honest, your head still felt a little rickety from the buzz of the alcohol you had consumed. 
“Did you have your fun?” Jeonghan asked again, his tone still sweet, sounding much too sweet for comfort actually.
You blanched, recognizing the subtle change in his voice instantly. “Jeonghan?”
“When I was trying to sleep,” your boyfriend went on, slowly taking your wrist in his hand and giving it a little squeeze. “Some of your friends sent me some videos.”
“Jeonghan, I —”
“At first, they were cute videos of my baby just having fun and throwing back shots. Then there were sexy ones, where my baby looks incredible in their outfit as they danced the night away.” You open your mouth to say something, but Jeonghan immediately starts again. “Then there were the ones where strangers had come up and danced with my baby.” A chuckle and you further paled. “Sleep didn’t come for me anymore when I saw that.”
Your pulse thrummed wildly, you could feel it against your ears and you’re so sure Jeonghan could feel it too with the way he held your wrist. But he let you go and instead rested his both his palms on either side of your waist that was void of any cloth. You watched him through the mirror, watched his hands smooth its way down and under your dress where you now felt his fingers toy at the band of your underwear. His skin was cold, prickling your skin and causing a shiver to run up your spine.
“I’m not mad,” Jeonghan reassured, pushing you gently until your back is pressed flush against his chest. He leaned closer, his mouth lingering just a hairsbreadth away from your ear. “I’m glad you seemed like you were enjoying yourself, but I wish I could’ve done something about the ones you danced with though.”
“I’m sorry,” you breathed out, shaky.
“But I’m not mad at you,” Jeonghan hummed, smiling at your reflection, at the slight tremble of your frame when he inches his fingers closer to your heat. “Do I have something to be mad about?”
“N-No,” you stammered out. 
“You’re stuttering, baby.” His clicked his tongue, hands pulling back to rest on your waist again. “Are you sure?”
“I am!” you cry out, lifting your hips slightly as if to chase after his touch. “I swear, they approached me first. I thought it was a friend that came up to me, but when I realized it wasn’t, I left, I promise!”
Jeonghan laughed darkly. “I believe you, baby. I trust you that much.” But he did not return his hands to where it had ventured. It stayed on your waist but now he gripped on it, slowly guiding you to sway it against him in a slow, sensual dance. “If I was there and saw them approach you,” he murmured softly in your ear, his breath warm. “I would dance with you like this and show them just who exactly you belong to.”
“Baby,” you whined softly, pressing your backside harder against him, searching for his growing length hidden beneath his sweats.
“Would you be this whiny on the dance floor too?” he laughed again, but indulges you, grounding his crotch on your ass which only earns another whine from you.
“Jeonghan, please,” you sniffed, shifting your head to really look at him, letting him see the clear desperation on your face.
“What is it?” he teased, the corner of his mouth quirked when he peers down at you. “What does my baby want, hm?”
You take his hands in yours, guiding them back under your dress to where your core throbs heavily. “Please touch me,” you plead, your voice cracking. “Please?”
Jeonghan smiled, a smile sweet of venom, before his fingers at last pull your underwear to the side and press down hard on your clit. “Work for it, baby,” he drawled. “Show me how well you move these hips like you did on that dance floor.”
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lunarcrown · 4 months
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Here I go again drawing Null again- this time with a lil ramble 💛
!!WARNING!! HELS TO PAY AU SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN’T READ ALL OF THE FIC YET!!
Anyways, I have a lil fan headcanon that Alisker paid Null to find Patho in order to give Patho the message: the paid job of visiting Hels Tek and helping Atlas.
Null’s sense of smell, his hearing, and Endermite senses make him a pretty good tracker, a “bloodhound” per say. In the addition of his elytra, he’d be the fastest candidate to find anyone if they paid him a good price. I like to think Null and Patho have met each other a few times due to people wanting to get in contact with the guy, Null being fully alone finding his location due to the fear of getting on Patho’s bad side. He’s already somewhat an annoyance, a postman to Patho and with the amount of respect and intimidation that Null has with him, Null has made it clear he would never bring a fight to Patho. He’s only a mere messager boy :)
Thank you for reading my Ted Talk, I’m also planning on making a lil side blog just for Null stuff maybe. Will update you guys haha 💛💛
YOOOO THE LIGHTING!!!! The GRADIENTS!!!! The bg and pose and everything happening in this!!!!
I love how expansive this piece is YET it’s so easily readable and so FOREBODING!! The lava and the skellies and the forest in the bg HEHHE
This is sooooo COOL!!! I can’t get over the atmospheric perspective and how you made it feel so HUGE 🥹🥹 absolutely STUNNING!!!!
HAHAFG I love too him being a messenger boy that’s met patho before and is like PLEASE DONT KILL THE MESSENGER!!! LITERALLY!!!
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scaranation · 1 year
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Hey I ADORE UR WRITING...SENDING ALL LOVES TO U... btw can u write a headcanon about how alhaitham or zhongli or wanderer would react to a really short fiesty y/n?
THIS IS V LATE IM SO SORRY HAHA anyway im alive now so I finally finished the prompt ! i interpreted it romantically by accident but I hope you like it anyway ehehe
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༊*·˚ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑
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ft. Alhaitham, Zhongli, Wanderer
Content: Fluff, headcannons, it's all enemies to lovers, Scara's part is a little short but so is he 🤭
a/n - ignore the spam e's at the end tumblr kept deleting my last paragraph whenever i tried to edit so i got mad and made sure the only thing i'd lose were the 3847394 e's i typed
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ALHAITHAM
At first, he couldn’t ever see himself falling for someone like you. And if he were to date you, he’d definitely have to fall quite far - after all, you were so short, he practically had to trip over himself in squatting to talk to you. What you lacked in height, however, was made up by temper.
The first time Alhaitham had met you, he was very much taken aback by your personality. Instantly, he categorised you as the irritating, distracting type, filing away your existence in his brain as he droned out the sound of your voice.
“Grand Sage! I’m here to get approval for my research paper, and-”
“Acting Grand Sage.” Alhaitham corrected you without even looking up from his desk. Your words didn’t even register to him, as he left the interaction to his subconscious as to save his own energy.
“Acting Grand Scribe, whatever. Anyway, here’s my thesis, can you look over it now?”
“The approval process takes a few days, you can leave it here.”
“Oh, okay! Thank you, Grand Sage!” You chirped, scurrying off before Alhaitham could point out your error again. He spared a cursory glance towards the paper you’d left on his desk, raising an eyebrow.
“Height: an in-depth study into the role of genetics versus upbringing in contributing to an individual’s vertical stature.”
Alhaitham tutted. The title wasn’t concise, and the premise of your project lacked nuance. He idly flipped through the pages, already preparing to reject it.
"This project will feature an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban who struggles with height in order to establish a deeper understanding... Hm. Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We've seen countless projects like this before." Alhaitham mused, stamping the front cover with bright red rejection and putting the paper aside.
It wasn’t long before Alhaitham found you at his office once again. However, you’d shed any semblance of politeness you’d had before, only fuming as you marched right up to his desk and demanded an explanation for the rejection of your research project.
“Well, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen a thesis like this. The Akademiya needs not waste its resources on previously covered topics, hence I suggest you find a scholarly pursuit more worthy of your time.” You clenched your hands into fists at the irritating way the Acting Grand Sage didn’t even glance at you, his eyes still darting over the paper he was currently reading.
“What’s so interesting about what you’re reading now, then?” You snapped, slamming both hands on the hard wood of the desk. Your arms faltered a little as pain shot up from the impact. You tried to bite back a wince, but Alhaitham noticed. He had to fight to keep an amused smirk down as he finally looked up at you.
“This? It’s a study into the applicability of natural selection in society. Of course, it fuels some questionable - and incorrect - ideals, but it has piqued my interest. Rest assured that it will also be rejected.” Alhaitham’s tone was condescending, and it only made you more frustrated.
“Why are you invalidating my experiment?”
“Don’t take this so personally, I have nothing against you as an individual.” The Acting Grand Sage chuckled. Your demeanour reminded him of a fiery chipmunk, and he tuned out the sound of your incessant rambling.
Even your cheeks looked like a chipmunk’s. How fun it would be, to squish them…
“Hey, what are you doing?” You were jerked out of your spiel by the touch of Alhaitham’s hand on your cheek. Some fingers were gloved, others bare - it made a curious contrast, the rough leather juxtaposing smooth skin.
“My apologies, you had something on your cheek. You may continue your futile self justification now.” Alhaitham retracted his hand to go back to studying the paper.
“This… this won’t be the end!” You exclaimed. You sounded rather like a villain one would find in a children’s novel, except Alhaitham doubted there was a villain as small and as harmless as you.
“I look forward to your future endeavours.” Alhaitham quirked a wry smile at seeing you scuttle off furiously.
You were right - this wasn’t the end. You’d unfortunately piqued the Acting Grand Sage’s interest, and once that happened, there was no way out.
You’d find yourself bumping into Alhaitham more often after that incident. Who knew the Acting Sage even left his office? Wherever you went, he’d be there, presumably to make your life harder.
It sounds cliche, but he would definitely help you out with reaching books just beyond the range of your flailing hands. Of course, he’d read the title and criticise your choice of literature before handing it to you, but Alhaitham would be of aid nonetheless.
He’d make blunt remarks to rile you up, enjoying the sight of you flushing in anger. You were so short, yet so energetic - he often wondered how it was possible for you to be so endearing and irritating at the same time.
Sometimes, your brutish comments would get through to Alhaitham, and you’d have the pleasure of seeing his jaw flex in discomfort before he snapped back with something equally personal. Neither of you were ever willing to let the other have the last word.
You often wondered how you’d gotten close to the cold Acting Sage. He was feared amongst all other scholars for his meticulousness, and yet he seemed fine with engaging in banter with you. It was a shocking but typical sight to see you with him in the halls of the Akademiya, the almost comical height difference drawing scoffs from witnesses. A quick glare from Alhaitham would be enough to silence those snickers, however. After all, he was the only one who could tease you, and you, him.
ZHONGLI
You’d first meet Zhongli through attempting to scam him. Most people would wonder why you were trying to swindle the god of contracts himself, but to be fair, you didn’t know who he was - and you were an absolute genius at robbing people with honeyed lies. How were you supposed to know you’d bitten off more than you could chew?
The day had begun normally, with you merely making your normal (fraudulent) sales. You’d make glorious promises of a newly discovered vein of ores in the Chasm, painting pictures of abundant wealth. Then, you’d convince those poor customers to buy stakes in the mine for a ridiculous price, although they were really only buying a shoddy patch of dirt you owned in the Sumeru-Liyue border. You’d managed to slip under the radar as you technically hadn’t done anything illegal, only omitted some key details.
After all, you only said that there was a “strong possibility” that there would be valuable ores there. And you were right - there were iron chunks. And they were valuable… in some perspectives. Either way, you didn’t know much about what was legal and what wasn’t (your only knowledge came from your time attending school with Yanfei) but it was good, not-so-honest work. The devil’s in the details, as they say, and nobody reads the poorly written fine print on the contracts you made anyway.
Until Zhongli came along.
“May I ask the whereabouts of this place?” The man exuded wealth, from his deep voice to his elegantly refined attire. Your eyes sparkled. If you could pull this off, the rewards would be great.
“It’s in the Chasm.”
“Ah, you already mentioned that, but where exactly in the Chasm?”
“Around the Western side, near the Sumeru border.”
“Hm, how fascinating. I don’t recall any developments being made in that area.” Zhongli murmured.
“It’s being kept a secret, because of how valuable it is… Of course you understand how important confidentiality is to such a project, right?”
“What confidentiality is there to uphold if you’re blandly advertising it in the middle of Liyue Harbour?”
You were stunned into silence, mouth hanging open. It was there that you noticed the knowing gleam in his eyes, the quirk of his lips in a shrewd smirk.
“… Please don’t report me. I will atone for my sins, and worship the lord of geo with great reverence.” You immediately switched attitudes, letting out a nervous laugh. For a seasoned businessperson like yourself, you had to know when to stop attacking and when to start defending. This was one of those times where it was best to defend - or, better yet, to just run away.
“Well then, you may begin now.” Zhongli crossed his arms.
“You’re not the lord of geo.” You retorted. The man had introduced himself as Zhongli, after all.
“Oh?” Zhongli smiled, and you felt your stomach churn. If this man truly was Rex Lapis, then you’d just made a very big mistake.
Zhongli turned and walked away, and you breathed out a sigh of relief - before he glanced back at you, expecting you to follow.
“Where… where are we going…?” You asked.
“Aren’t you going to atone? We’ll start by returning every cent of the mora you took.” Zhongli took your hand in his. A stupid, out of place warmth bloomed at the contact, but you quickly squashed it as you continued to fume at the man who’d dismantled your thriving business.
“What? The Tianquan was onto you already, would you rather face more extreme persecution from her?” Zhongli smiled.
“… No.” You snapped.
This ‘atonement’ was going to take a while.
Surprisingly, your victims - wait, *customers* - were scattered far and wide around Teyvat, so you found yourself going on many trips with the former lord of geo.
At first, you’d constantly snap at him, viewing him as a suspiciously pleasant millelith member, or an overly patronising supervisor. However, as the two of you got closer, he wasn’t as insufferable as you thought.
It was comforting to hear Zhongli share his past experiences, narrating first-hand stories like the ones in the history classes you never paid attention to. He was also the perfect height for you to grab his ponytail, yanking it particularly hard whenever you were bored.
To be honest, Zhongli often did appear as your guardian. He’d stop you from picking fights with strangers, easily holding you back (or slinging you over his shoulder if you were being particularly disagreeable), doing his best to maintain peace in an environment you were in.
On colder days, you’d borrow Zhongli’s coat, although it was so long it dragged along the floor. The sleeves hung over your hands, the cuffs flopping around whenever you excitedly pointed out something. Zhongli would chuckle at your mannerisms, resting a comforting hand on your head to keep you still.
Zhongli was calm, and you definitely were not. He was tall, but you most certainly weren’t. But you know what they say - opposites attract. And you made quite a pair with the former Geo Archon.
WANDERER
Two vertically challenged, feisty individuals with an attitude problem. Both you and the Wanderer were Sumeru city’s worst nightmare, although you undeniably despised each other.
You’d match his energy with unfaltering confidence as he hurled every insult in your direction upon seeing you. Honestly, neither of you were sure when this rivalry started - perhaps it’d just began when you two wanted to see who could be the best short angry person in the region.
“Looking as useless as ever, Wanderer.” You sneered upon seeing the familiar jellyfish cut from the back, snickering as the figure turned to glare at you.
“Has anyone ever told you about your severe temper issues?” The Wanderer snapped back.
“Speak for yourself - I heard you massacred some poor Fatui skirmishers while roaming in the jungle.”
“They were in the way, and you would’ve done the same if you were in my position.”
Those that were passing by watched your bickering with an amused trepidation. You really were perfect for each other, if you’d somehow set your hatred aside.
You and the Wanderer would be seen prowling the city streets or wrecking havoc in the wilderness in the name of some vague competition, both your tempers equally matched. In candid moments you two would almost understand each other perfectly, almost opening your mouths to say something vulnerable.
Of course, your egos wouldn’t allow for that. And so, you and the Wanderer would dance along the edge of whatever strange relationship you had.
Despite you both being short, the Wanderer possessed an Anemo vision. Hence, as you struggled to climb a tree to obtain some bird eggs, the Wanderer would float above you, cackling as he snatched them out of your reach.
“What on earth do you plan to do with these, anyway? I never knew you cooked.”
“Give them to me!”
“How sad life must be, having your head so close to the ground.” The Wanderer wove to the side to dodge your flailing arms, failing to notice the dangerous creaking of the branch you were clinging to.
“You’d better come back here right now-” The branch snapped and you went hurtling down, squeezing your eyes shut. You heard a crack, and felt yourself land against something.
“Gosh, you’re so heavy.” The Wanderer scoffed. He’d caught you mid-air, lowering you to the ground in mocking gentleness.
“Did I break a bone…?” You gasped, feeling something sticky on your back. Perhaps it was all your organs spilling out.
“No, you’re fine. Stop being so dramatic.”
“Then what was that cracking sound?”
“Uh, those eggs you were trying to get.”
You kept out of the Wanderer’s arms hurriedly, the almost tender moment broken - much like the eggs broken over your back and your companion’s hands.
“Archons, you’re so infuriating. Couldn’t you have put them down before saving me?” You scowled.
“Be grateful I did it in the first place.” The Wanderer rolled his eyes.
He wasn’t sure if it was you or the sticky egg debris, but he felt a lingering warmth in his hands.
You and the Wanderer understood each other better than anyone, and let’s be honest - the whole of Sumeru was just waiting for the two of you to get together.
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“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
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“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
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“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
I HATE TUMBLR
“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
Alhaitham tutted. The title wasn’t concise nor succinct, and there was a clear lack of nuance within the premise of your project. He idly flipped through the rest of the pages, already preparing to reject it.
“For research… there will be an interview held with a member of the Shuumatsuban who experiences difficulties growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve already had similar projects.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front cover and putting it aside.
The former Scribe tutted. Even the title wasn’t concise, nor did it provide much nuance. He was just flipping through the rest, already preparing to reject it.
“This project will… involve an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban, who experiences stunted growth… Interesting, but not groundbreaking.” Alhaitham stamped the front cover in red and put it aside.
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can’t get the thought of yandere rottmnt turtles x villain (y/n) out of my mind
yeah there’s a lot of potential for angst and stuff, but i’m gonna focus on the crack. put everything under the cut cuz it’s a long ramble
like, (y/n) and the turtles are fighting, leo keeps flirting with (y/n), raph yells at leo because he doesn’t want to make (y/n) uncomfortable, mikey is being an absolute fanboy (like (y/n) could literally grab him by the face and throw him to the ground and he’d be like “omigosh i’m never washing this face again!”) and donnie’s the only one (except raph kind of) taking this fight seriously because he just wants to get the handcuffs on (y/n) so they can take them to the lair
i like the thought of (y/n) being all frustrated and yelling “TAKE THIS FIGHT SERIOUSLY!!” and donnie’s like “YES I’D LIKE THIS TO BE OVER AS SOON AS POSSIBLE” but leo says something along the lines of “aww (y/n) you’re so cute when you’re mad” making donnie yell at him and (y/n) throw him into a wall or something
like, donnie and (y/n) are the most enemy-like. donnie’s the only one who fights them seriously, they’re the biggest rivals, but they also end up agreeing with each other a lot of the time, and (y/n) actually respects the amount of effort put into his inventions
possible donnie villain arc? haha, jkjk…. unless-
i also like thinking at some point during a fight, one of the brothers says something like “haha i’m totally (y/n)’s favorite” and they all start arguing, to the point where they stop physically fighting just to argue. like, even donnie stops fighting to argue and (y/n) is just standing there like 🧍
and then the turtles all turn to (y/n) and go “(Y/N) I’M YOUR FAVORITE RIGHT?!” and (y/n) goes “WDYM I HATE ALL OF YOU!!”
or maybe (y/n) is super manipulative and says something like “i mean, i hate all of you, but i hate this one turtle a little less” and they all start arguing even more and (y/n) uses the opportunity to get away
bonus points if (y/n) works with/under another villain and there’s a platonic yandere. there’s so many possibilities.
foot clan (y/n), where foot lieutenant and foot brute are platonic yans and cassandra is a possible romantic yan.
draxum henchman (y/n), where draxum is (y/n)’s father figure and huginn and muginn are like annoying little brothers.
big mama worker (y/n), where big mama dotes on them all the time and they’re employee of the month every month and she spoils them. they could spend a week doing nothing but having tea with her and she’d still pay them more than any of their hard working employees.
(y/n) who was a student of hypno-potamus before he was mutated but continued supporting his career anyways.
(y/n) who works for repo mantis, they were looking for a job and couldn’t find success anywhere else so they ended up at repo mantis salvage. (y/n) didn’t judge him for being a crazy mutant, and repo wasn’t about to complain about another set of hands helping him out, and he ends up being like a cool uncle.
(y/n) who works under meat sweats. their dishes actually impressed him, especially with their young age, and he took them under his wing. even after being mutated, he still finds opportunities for (y/n) to really show off their skills.
i’m sure i’m forgetting someone but that’s enough rambling for me-
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