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the extent that i would be at emo night at sneaky dees every single weekend is crazy. you would think i was canadian.
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Please I have baby fever! I NEED monster trio as dads headcanons. I blame Bluey for this. Thanks in advance 💕🤞🏾
Monster trio as fathers
Ft; Luffy, Zoro, Sanji
Cw; Fem reader. Nothing else just fluff.
•Luffy
Luffy gets you pregnant by accident. But he’s not worried about it at all, he’s really happy. “We’re having a baby?! That’s so cool!” He’s very excited to be a father but knows little to nothing about it.
You two have a baby girl. And he’s so happy! He doesn’t care much about the gender of the baby. He’ll love his child no matter what. The second she’s out of you and into his hands he holds her up for everyone to see. “Look! Look she’s here!” He shouts while joyful tears fall from his cheeks.
His little girl gets only the best from Luffy. He bathes her, feeds her and changes her all the time. He feeds her a little bit too much, and she has a never ending stomach like her father. She’s almost always hungry resulting in baby chub.
A giggly baby! This girl loves to laugh! She laughs more then anything else and with her jokester of a father she gets more then enough daily giggles. His stretchy skin makes for a great toy! He can pull on his face and make funny faces. Give her a finger to tug and listen to her laugh as it stretches. And even great to chew on. She kinda ends up thinking every human is like that though and tugs on people randomly. And she’s got a lot of strength for a baby (I mean look at who her dad is.) The force of her tug was enough to trip Zoro.
But once she’s old enough to start crawling and waddling, Luffy’s always active with her, chasing her, playing tag with her and playing with her. Her baby chub quickly melts away with him around. She’s so playful, always babbling and tugging on his leg to chase her and Luffy’s always up for the challenge. She has Luffy’s big wide eyes and looks like a carbon copy of her father.
These two are always talking, like always. Even when she literally can’t communicate beyond a few words and the rest is babbles. He will sit there and listen to her for hours on end and respond to everything she’s saying as if she’s actually speaking. He loves hearing her voice, whether it’s her managing to say ‘papa’ or her spitting her tongue out at him.
He takes her everywhere with him. He’s always holding her close to his chest while exploring new towns and villages. Everyone tells him not to bring her into dangerous places but he doesn’t listen. So to calm everyone’s nerves a little bit, Franky makes him a chest baby carrier that’s reinforced with armor. That only ends up making it worse though because now he thinks he can take her exploring with him. Like this man sees no problem in adventuring in a scary, dark forest where man eating predators are everywhere with a baby. He slingshots back to the ship with her in her carrier giggling against his chest and he feels proud of himself. Only for Nami to hit him and tell him how dangerous that was. The only situation he hands her off to you or someone else is when he’s about to engage in a tough battle. He’s confident in his skills and knows he can win but he’s not taking any chances of his sunshine getting hurt.
Given she looks just like her father, (and the fact he practically shoved her in Koby’s and Helmeppo’s faces when their fleet showed up to apprehend them) the navy knows the king of the pirates has a child. They’ve been trying to wipe you off the map for some time now and the same goes for your daughter despite her only being months old. No matter they’re not getting their hands on her. Luffy is serious when anything has to do with his daughter and if the marines think they can pull a fast one on him and kidnap his daughter, He sends their whole fleet to a watery grave. Even taking out every nearby marine base in the area to send a loud and clear message to the marines. ‘Don’t fuck with his daughter.’
When she’s around 5 the two somehow manage to get even closer then before. With her newfound ability to talk and make sense while doing it. They talk for HOURS. About food, games, books, the sky, fishing, everything. He tells her tales of his adventures and how her papa became pirate king. The two are best friends.
In all honesty he wants another one, maybe two, or three if you let him. She brings him back to when he was a kid and he wants her to have siblings like he did. But then he remembers an important lesson that he passes down to his daughter.
Luffy sits on the thousand Sunny’s figurehead. His daughter sitting besides him and wearing her straw hat that he had passed down to her. The little girl carrying the legacy of the king of the pirates without knowing it. They’re both silent but it’s a comfortable silence. He then looks over to her with a soft smile on his lips, bringing a finger up to her cheek and poking her. He laughs and brings her closer to him sitting her down on his lap. Some wisdom from the past remerges while he watches the sunset with his daughter. And suddenly he begins to speak. “Here’s a little secret sunshine, once you share a bottle of sake, you can become siblings with anyone.”
“Really? That’s all it takes?”
“Of course it does! Your papa would never lie to you! So when you find your long lost sibling. Rejoice with them over sake. Alright?”
“Alright papa!” Luffy smiles and looks at the setting sun wondering what the future held for the little girl who had the world in her palms.
•Zoro
“Run that by me again…?” Just like Luffy, Zoro gets you pregnant by accident. It’s not that he’s scared or anything, you’re the only woman he’d want to have a child with. But it’s just that he’s not prepared. It was something he wasn’t expecting.
The two of you have a baby boy. In all honesty that’s what he was hoping for. You swear while you’re recovering from giving birth you heard him give out a small cheer in trumpet when Chopper announced the gender. ‘Did he think this was a challenge?!’ He’s attached the second he holds him. His son melts his heart when he grasps his giant finger with his tiny one.
Although he wasn’t prepared he’s surprisingly good with a child. He changes him, feeds him and bathes him. Bonding over the little moments like washing out his hair for the first time. You swear you saw tears but this man literally forced the tear back into his eye when you pointed it out.
His son is silent baby. He doesn’t cry, he doesn’t whine. He only lets out small babbles every now and again when he’s trying to get your attention. You ask Chopper if he’s okay and he’s perfectly healthy. He just doesn’t show a lot of emotion. You can get him to laugh, giggle and smile if you try but on the day to day he is totally silent.
When Zoro has to watch him, he trains with him on top of him. Using his son as a little extra weight. It’s kinda adorable actually. He’s lifting up tons of weight above his head while the baby boy is sucking his thumb in the sling around his chest. He’s acting so tough while doing dead lifts. And every time he comes back down he gives his son a little forehead kiss.
When he begins crawling and waddling Zoro is determined to get him walking. He’s literally the best baby coach, always hyping his son up for the littlest things. “ ‘Atta boy!” “That’s my son!” “Did anyone else see that?! That’s my kid! He came from me!” Like- calm down he just clapped his hands. He supports his son in every little thing and helps him walk for the first time. Again he sucks up his tears and pretends he’s not crying. He’s so proud of the little guy.
He mostly hands him off to you when you guys are on a new island. He knows his son is safe with you, and with you holding carrying the baby he can protect both of you at the same time. Plus he’s known to get lost and one of his worse fears is getting lost with his child. If he’s lost by himself as least he knows you two are both safe. If he got lost with his child he’d be paranoid for his child’s safety. He knows he can protect him from any physical harm but he can’t use three sword style with him near. Plus he’d have to make sure he’s hydrated, and well feed and it’s just a lot of stress on him. It’s better if you have him and stick in groups when exploring.
When he’s finally starting to walk on his own Zoro buys him a small wooden toy sword. And just like his father he’s skilled with a sword. He loves it a lot, he likes to swing it on anything and everything. He often knocks anyone who walks past him on their legs and his favorite victim is Sanji. And Zoro’s just like “Yes, Yes hit him!” You apologize daily to Sanji when you find your son has been beating him up all day. Your son is confused, Papa says yes and mama says no. So to please you both he hits Sanji when his father’s near and doesn’t when you’re nearby.
Once he’s 5 Zoro starts training his little boy. He’s not soft on him at all and respects him as a swordsmen. Although Zoro loved his teacher when he was younger he just had wished he had treated him like he was an equal instead of a child. So he instructs his son as if they are equal. Most think this would cause him to relent his father but your son has Roronoa genes and it just bonds him closer with her father.
Zoro’s sword clashes against the smaller sword as his son’s stance was getting tougher and harder to block. Nonetheless Zoro doesn’t let him win. He smacks the sword out of his hand and makes him yield. “That’s another win-“ Zoro goes to speak but he sees the slight tension in his son’s eyes and immediately bends down to the boy’s height. “What’s troubling ya kid?”
“I just don’t get it. I can defeat pirates twice my size, Marines, almost anyone, but I can’t beat you.” Zoro hears his son’s lament and it reminds him of a familiar feeling he had when he was younger. And before he can speak another word Zoro leans in and hugs him. “So? What does it matter. Maybe one day you’ll beat me, maybe one day you won’t. Maybe one day you’ll beat someone stronger than me… maybe you won’t. And that’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, and if you want to defeat me well it’ll take a lot longer and more practice.” Zoro picks up the green haired boy and holds him in his hands running a hand through his shaggy locks.
“Don’t pressure yourself. Just worry about what you can do today. Tomorrow will always exist.” Zoro says simply and that calms the five year old’s nerves. The male gives him a smile and ruffles his locks before going to leave the crow’s nest. “Alright now let’s find mama.”
•Sanji
Unlike everyone else, Sanji gets you pregnant because you two think you’re ready for a child. Keyword Is think. “Oh my love~ I’ve prepared the strawberries cream cheese and jalapeños you’ve request~!“ You don’t lift a finger during your pregnancy. Sanji does everything for you and forbids you to go exploring or fight during this time. For better or for worse you stay with the Sunny every time it docks. And Sanji prefers to stay with you every time but if he genuinely can’t and needs to help protect the crew he kisses you like it’s his last every single time.
You two have a baby girl and Sanji is ecstatic. He’s going overboard already, buying hundreds of outfits, toys and baby equipment. He bathes her, cleans her, feeds her and if he knew how Sanji would breath for her. You rarely get to see her and she’s YOUR baby. Like Sanji’s practically raising her all by himself. He does her hair, combing her long blonde locks back into two big pigtails. She looks just like her father, even having his ‘curly brows’.
She’s a shy baby. She’s a scaredy cat, and she cries easily. Sanji’s always there to help her feel better. He’s always there to rock her to sleep, and to play with her to stop her from crying. It takes a while for her to get settled with the crew as they all sorta scared her and made her tear up. But Zoro scared her the most for some odd reason. She starts screaming and crying whenever he enters the room and Sanji immediately gets pissed at him. “GET OUT OF HERE MOSS HEAD!” And your daughter is grateful her father’s there to protect her from that scary man.
He sits her down in a high chair nearby while he’s cooking. Making sure to keep her far away from any harm but close enough encase she falls out of the chair. She loves to sing and babble Melodies. She makes the perfect cooking partner. He listens to her sing while he works and hands off little cuts of food to her to taste. “Hmm this taste good?” He’d ask when he hands her a slice carrot. She babbles happily nodding her head while chewing on the carrot slice.
He’s a helicopter parent. He’s always making sure his baby girl is safe. He’s always checking that knifes are put away, and that she can’t play with anything dangerous. Hell he even bubble wraps some baby toys that are too sharp for his likings (calm down babe it’s a plastic fishing rod). He keeps her away from the railings, standing far back and holding her tightly so there’s no chance of her falling in. The worse thing that could possibly happen to him is if she ever gets hurt. Even small bumps or her falling down breaks his self esteem. “I’m a terrible father, how could I have let this happen.” He soothes her pain to the best of his ability but feels so, so terrible he let it happen.
He’s a picture dad. Whoever let this man get his hands on a camera made the biggest mistake of their lives because now they have to deal with him showing them baby pictures of her. Every single second of the day. “Oh! Oh here’s where she spit out her tongue at her food! And here’s her sleepy face! Isn’t she so adorable!” He gushes over her showing them pictures and taking up their life while his daughter is right there staring at them both. He takes pictures of every little moment and makes not just one scrap book, but multiple. On every island he makes sure to stock up on camera film because it’s most likely going to be gone by tomorrow.
Speaking of which when the Sunny is docked on a new island your daughter is with you at all times. Knowing Luffy’s attraction to danger and how he’s one of the strongest he often has to fight. He instructs you to run and hide in the safest place possible with your daughter if danger arises. He trusts you to protect her but when push comes to shove but he rather you both are safe while there’s danger around. And if you’re threatened, or worse. Your daughter is. Sanji will rip anyone who threatens his family apart and with no remorse. Even women. That’s how you know he’s serious.
When she’s 5 Sanji’s even closer with his little one. He buys her anything she asks for! It’s all worth it just to see her smile. (Nami never gives him allowance anymore since he spent millions of berry on a purebred horse rental for her). She’s the sweetest little girl around, and has a soft spot for animals. She wants to become a veterinarian even. And while Sanji knows little to nothing about animal care, he’s still his daughter’s biggest fan and supporter. But his world opened when he found his daughter we crying, he wondered why but then saw the dead squirrel in her palms. She must have snuck it back on the ship and kept it as a pet, but due to Sanji’s sheltering she didn’t know what was going on. He neglected to teach her about death, he thought such scary things and concepts could wait until she was older but it was clear he made a mistake.
“P-papa….” “Oh come here sweetheart…” Sanji engulfs her in a hug and pulls her into his lap while she cries into his chest. “I don’t know why he won’t wake up! I brought him food and water! B-but he hasn’t woken up in two days! I-I don’t know why but I feel sad! W-what’s wrong with Mr. Squirrel?” As his daughter cries and sniffles against him he doesn’t know where to start really. He stammers over his words before he starts. “Honey…Mr. Squirrel is dead…” “He stopped breathing and now he’s not here anymore. No one knows where you go when you die but he’s not with us anymore.”
“O-oh… well can he come back and say goodbye first?”
“I’m sorry sweetie but that’s not possible.”
“Oh well…. Can… can we die too? Is that gonna happen to you one day? And… mama? And me?”
“Yes sweetheart. Everyone dies. But it’s always at the right time, you’ll make memories you’ll never forget and when it’s time for your journey to end. It must meet its end.”
“I don’t want to die.”
“No one does. And if you could live forever I’d find a way for you too. But for now it’s something that happens to everyone and everything. There’s no need to be scared of it. It’s just apart of life. Don’t worry about it now my love, for now we can burry Mr. Squirrel and have a funeral at the next island. Would you like that my dear?”
The air is quite somber as the little girl processes what death is and that she can’t run away from it. Her tears come to a stop and suddenly she doesn’t feel that sad anymore now that she realizes it’s a part of life. “Mmhmm… I’d like that.” She whispers and Sanji smiles at her picking her up and exiting her bedroom. “Now let’s go find a shoebox to put him in until the next island.”
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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! here’s the first chapter to a new multi part series i’m working on! it’s an isekai of honkai star rail. (sahsrau, sort of…?) ANYWAY!! enjoy,,, updates will be. idk maybe once a month so i don’t get stressed about pumping out chapters… this baby has been baking for a few months in the drafts already LMAO. likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3 and my reqs are perpetually open! 4.1K words.
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** Written PRE 1.4 – Any mentions of new characters is pure speculation and or headcannons.
Your dailys are finished and there’s no new content, so you decide to look for some hidden quests throughout the map. You’re sure you’ve collected all the chests on the Herta Space Station, but you use a teleport waypoint there anyway. Caelus (although that is not what you have named them,) sprints under your control, running against the invisible wall separating available land from unavailable land.
You click aimlessly, your character summoning their weapon of choice, a bat in this case, and attacking the blank divider. They hit it a few times, the animation sparking as they attacked the blank. It’s not like you’re expecting something to happen, although a person can hope, but then something does happen.
The office around you, where you’re playing on your PC blurs. You attempt to clear your vision with a few harsh blinks, but your vision only gets worse. It’s golden tunnel vision to your computer screen, the Trailblazer isn’t there, oddly enough, but that doesn’t quite matter at the moment, as you feel the world around you warp. Your body and soul, something you weren't even aware of, are pulled, nay sucked, into your screen. The screen, something that should be impermeable, gives way like nothing, like air.
Something as large as the human body should not be able to fit through your screen, but you do. Somehow you do.
It’s warm and hot and cold and freeing as it is oppressive.
You’re disoriented and confused, and for some reason you know you’re no longer alone and in your office.
Tentatively you allow yourself to move and lift your head. Instead of being seated on your desk chair, you’ve fallen into a heap in… is this one of the rooms in the Supply Zone? That.. that cannot be right. That’s in a video game and this is real life.
…Right?
What are you thinking about?! Of course this is real life, just a dream, yes, a dream. What are they called, lucid dreams? That makes sense, you’re lucid dreaming, even if you’ve never had one before, you’re lucid dreaming.
Well if you’re lucid dreaming, maybe you can have some fun? What do you do?
Fuck, you aren’t prepared for this.
Before you can think of something good someone moseys into the modern-style storage room you're in. Oh, hey, it’s the main character of Honkai: Star Rail, the game you were playing before falling into this lucid state. You want to greet them; you should greet them.
Wait, do you call them Caelus or the name you put into the game? Ah, wait, can you pause this?
“Huh? What are you doing in here?” Their voice sounds… well just like it does in game.
You hesitate, unsure of how to answer because you don’t know what you’re doing here. They wait for a reply, head tilting cutely as you think of a comprehensible answer.
“I’m… not sure.” You draw out the sentence as if by prolonging the words a better answer would appear.
Caelus walks closer to you, moving from the doorway to stand only a foot away holding out their hand to help you up.
“Are you lost? What part of the base are you stationed at? I know this place really well, I can help you find where you belong.” The confidence in their voice wanes, “Well, by your clothes…” their brow creases “are you from here?”
“Uh, I don’t, I don't know.”
They purse their lips, head tilting as they think. “Well, I don’t know who I should bring you to. You’re not a threat, at least not yet. Herta would be my first guess, but I don’t like her, and she might not even care or respond.” Another moment as they ponder, “let’s go find Mr Yang. He might be able to help jog your memory, or find out where you’re supposed to be.”
“Okay.” The walk through the station feels like a fever dream, though this is a dream, so that makes sense.
Caelus pulls open the heavy metal door to the Astral Express and holds out a hand to help you climb up inside. They don’t let go of your hand as you enter the passenger cabin.
“Mr Yang?” They call out, fingers readjusting over your own. Their hand is cool and comforting, realistic for a dream.
Welt Yang, sitting on the red curving couch looks up, setting down his book. His eyebrows raise when he sees that Caelus is not alone and is towing along a strange person dressed in even stranger clothes.
“Yes, Caelus? What do you need?” His eyes flicker between your faces before settling on Caelus’.
“This person, ah what’s your name?” They flush a pretty pink and turn to you, fingers flexing nervously around yours. When you give it to them, they repeat it aloud to Welt. “Is lost. How do we help them?”
Welt Yang frowns, a crease denting his forehead and he adjusts his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose as he gives a low, thoughtful hum.
“What did Madam Herta say? You found them on her vessel.” Caleus rubs the back of their neck, a pink falling over his cheeks and tinting his ears.
“Well, I was hoping to avoid taking them to her…”
Welt doesn’t react, as if already knowing the answer. “Well,” his amber eyes meet yours. “What do you say to staying on the Astral Express for the time being? Of course, we’ll have to check with the conductor to make sure that’s okay.”
Caelus nods, their eyes narrowing as they think. “Do you think Ms Himeko might have an idea of how to jog their memory?” Their body shifts towards you as do their eyes, “in any case, we should find Pompom first, that’s the conductor.”
You want to say you know exactly who Pompom is, but that would sound odd from what should be a stranger, wouldn’t it?
Speak of the devil, Pompom comes waddling their body over to your gaggle. They aren’t as small as the game made them seem, maybe four feet of smooth fluff, and a content face.
“Hi Trailblazer, hi Welt, hi… Hi.” They pause and look up into your face, their features contorting, before they accuse you. “You aren’t a passenger!”
“Oh.” You don’t really know how to respond to that. Aside from acknowledging the obvious, they haven’t given you anything worthwhile to say. Before the silence can become too suffocating Caelus comes to the rescue, saving you from the critical look of the conductor.
“About that!” They give the creature a charming smile, putting their body between yours and theirs. “I was hoping my new friend could stay on the express until they can remember where their home is.”
So that’s why you’re staying, well staying til you wake, maybe wake. Fuck, you need a minute, well maybe once it settles in and you realize that you can’t escape, and don’t know how or why you’re here. Oh, you hope this is just a sleep deprived, very immersive deep sleep.
“Hmm,” Pompom shoves past Caelus’ legs to size you up. Their large, animal eyes make you melt, and you offer them a shy, nervous smile. “We’re out of rooms, but,” they turn back to Caelus, “if you or another passenger are willing to share, Pompom guesses they can stay.”
“Thank you, Pompom,” your smile widens a bit more. “But, maybe I shouldn’t be so quick to say that. I don’t know if anyone would want to share a room with me.” A breathy, panicky laugh leaves you, “I am a stranger here, after all.”
Pompom gives you one last, long look before shuffling away back to their rounds of the train.
“Hm, well, I understand where you’re coming from. But,” Caelus frowns and their eyes darken, going downcast, nervously. “I feel oddly connected to you. There’s more than one reason I didn’t take you to Madam Herta. I was hoping you might be able to stay on the Express, at least for a bit. So I could get to know you, a bit.” As your expression remains impassive, they’re quick to continue, taking hold of both of your hands. Their hands are large and warm, engulfing yours earnestly. “Please don’t get the wrong idea. I am trying to help you, however I can. Which is why I want to extend an invitation for you to stay with me, in my room.”
“Thank you, Caelus.” Warmth fills both your heart and face, both from the words and their touch alike. “I know you’re trying to help me, I truly appreciate it.”
They’re being so genuine, it makes you want to cry. How can you tell them this is all a dream, your dream at that. They aren’t even real, for crying out loud! The way they treat you makes you never want to wake up, stay so they can care for you, spend time with you. Would it be selfish to want to stay, to never leave, what would happen to your life if you never woke up, never left this dream (game, whatever it is now)?
You have the sudden urge to harm yourself, just for the sake of proving if this reality is just a dream or if some spatial temporal nonsense happened for you to get sucked into your PC’s game, turned real world.
The time you spend worrying cuts short when March 7th’s cheerful voice calls into the express. You hadn’t even noticed the metal screaming of the door as it was pried open.
“Caelus~ Help me convince Dan Heng to let us go back to the Xianzhou Luofu for some Berrypheasant Skewers and Immortal’s Delight- oh!” She’s spotted you. Her face lights up, an odd reaction, you think, upon seeing a stranger in what is essentially her home. “Hi there!”
“Hi,” you greet meekly, not used to being around someone so high energy. Not that you don’t like it, on the contrary she’s a very gregarious person, and the energy she brings makes you feel content.
“Caelus didn’t tell me they brought a guest!” March giggles. “It’s nice to see you, have we met before? I’d hate to think I’d forgotten your face.”
“No, you haven’t met me before.” It’s not a lie, you craft your words carefully. You know her though, very well, at that.
“Oh, well you can call me March 7th! What’s your name?” She fully enters the compartment now, the heavy train door slamming loudly behind her. She’s really pretty and cute in person, you wish that your mind could come up with any better words to describe her, but your mouth feels more than a little dry as she gets closer to you. You tell her, words sounding like mush, but she smiles and repeats it back to you, giving it a compliment.
She makes your heart stutter, and you smile at her, a little dumbly. Luckily Caelus seems sympathetic to your plight (going dumb at the sight of a pretty girl) and takes over explaining why you’re here.
“Memory loss, huh?” March pulls a sympathetic face. “I can relate. Well, you seem like a lovely person, and a friend of Caelus is a friend of mine, so my door is always open if you need to talk.”
Your deceit feels harsh, because you don’t have memory loss. Now March might try to bond over this perceived shared trauma, one that you don’t have…
March pats your shoulder in an attempt to soothe, a rush of her scent (solidifying this is more than a dream) fills your nose, fresh, clean, and sweet.
“Thank you, March, I appreciate it.”
“Anything for a friend!” March turns to Caelus, who lets your hands go as March engages them in a conversation. “Now, Caelus, help me convince Dan Heng to vote for Xianzhou Luofu on this week’s stop! I really want some of the local food.” She exaggerates the ‘really’ dramatically, making her eyes wider; the epitome of puppy dog style begging.
“Ah,” Caelus turns their head away, squeezing their eyes shut. “I already was planning on voting for Jarilo VI, and I’m pretty sure Dan Heng is dead set on his vote for another week at the space station.”
March sighs in disappointment, eyeing Welt as her next target before, “Wait! You’re officially a passenger now!” She is talking to you, “won’t you please vote for the Xianzhou Luofu as this week’s destination?”
The Xianzhou Luofu, you think about it. They don’t know that you know the place like the back of your hand, but it’s not like you have anything against the place. In fact, you’d rather not face the harsh cold of Jarilo VI so new to this world.
Oh, you shouldn’t have thought about that right now, the fact you’re stuck here for who knows how long, and you’re passively deceiving everyone you meet. Your knees feel a bit weak, but you manage to force an agreeable response to March.
“I’m feeling a bit tired, Caelus,” you grab their forearm to steady, “could I have a moment to lay down?”
“Oh shit,” they steady you, leading you to the couch, and helping you lay diagonally. Your eyes slip closed. Not caring about what you make yourself look like, you turn your face into the back cushion, tightening the harshness of how tight your eyes are closed.
Are you really stuck here? Is this more than a dream? Without fully realizing it, you drag your blunt nails over the length of your forearm. A soft, trembling gasp disguises the hiss of pain you make. Not a dream.
Fuck, not a dream.
You push your face deeper into the cushion, inhaling the scent of dust and fabric. The sensory input makes you even more certain this isn’t a dream. How do you go back to your world? Are you a missing person yet? What harm will come if you stay here, both to this world and your world? Do you tell them the truth?
How earth-shattering would it be to find out that your whole life is nothing but code? You are but a character built to entertain millions, any sense of individuality and personhood would surely fade. You can’t do that to them, can you?
But maybe it would help you get back to where you belong…
It hits you then, Welt Yang. Well, he doesn’t hit you. He’s still reading his book on the couch opposite to you. You’re no lore expert on any Honkai game except Star Rail, but he’s from like, another world as well, or something like that, right? Sure that world is another video game, probably, but alternate dimensions are alternate dimensions, right?
How would that conversation start? Hey Mr Yang, you’re a video game character and I’m from a different world, teehee can you help me figure out what the fuck I’m supposed to do now? Would he even believe you? Would you even believe you?
A warm hand rubs over your upper back, along your shoulder blades and vertebrae. Caelus, your heart stutters, a funny thing, at how you already know how much you’ll miss them.
“Do you want to use one of my Life Transmitters or a Healing Spray?” They offer their voice, kind and calm. “Or would something like Comfort Food be more to your taste right now?”
You move your face out of the cushion, “thank you, Caelus, you’re too kind. I’ll be okay, just… thinking.” Thinking of how this shouldn’t be real, how you’re too good to be real.
“Of course, let me know if you need anything. Anything at all, no matter how small.”
Caelus eventually left with March to pester Dan Heng, leaving you to revel in your confusing thoughts. After a few more minutes of lying on the couch, you steel yourself to face Welt Yang.
Thinking of his face is enough to make your hands clam up. Will he send you away and dismiss it as insane ramblings of nervous breakdown from one of Miss Herta’s overworked employees? He’ll believe you, won’t he? Surely a man of his caliber and experience can spot when someone is telling the truth, no matter how fantastical?
Pushing yourself up, you fight the tired and nerves that cling to you, and stand on unsteady legs. Welt looks up as you approach, folding the ear of the page he’s on and snapping the book shut.
“Uhm, Mr Yang, could we maybe talk in private?” Your voice sounds warbled, but if it’s more than a trick of your ears Mr Yang doesn’t let you know, instead offering you a reassuring smile and nodding.
“I will lead you to my room. No one will disrupt us there.” You’re glad he hasn’t questioned your intentions. Does he suspect you already and was unwilling to call you out openly?
Welt leads you down the sleeping cart aisle, maintaining a respectful distance from you the whole while.
He uses the handle of his cane to tap on his door handle, a jolt of pink-red magic and a click of the door’s locking mechanism and you are presented with your chance to talk to Welt Yang privately.
Welt’s eyes meet yours expectantly. You gulp.
“So. On a scale of one to one hundred how well would you react to me telling you this is a video game?” Yeah, and if this goes poorly you can pretend this was all a joke–!
Welt's previously curious harden into something more serious. “What?”
Ah fuck, nope, nevermind. “Hahaha.” It’s fake and painfully obvious to you both. “Sorry to bother you Mr Yang, I will see myself out.”
“No.” Welt positions himself between you and the exit. “Tell me.”
It’s hard not to spill the beans when those dark amber eyes bore into your very soul. And, you do.
You tell him how you got sucked through your PC and woke up in what should be simply pixels on your monitor. You tell him how you don’t know what to do and how he’s one of the only characters, well, you correct yourself, people, you thought might know how to help you.
Welt’s face is stoic and you purse your lips as your nerve filled ramble comes to an end. “How… odd.”
You’re sure it must be. Especially for him, learning he’s a game franchise’s tool, everything he’s done was all written out and predetermined by forces he has no hope to control.
Welt sits on the edge of his bed, cane used to steady himself. “I need a moment, sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, I’m the interloper here.” You kneel in front of him, trying to comfort the man in any way you can. After a brief hesitation you cover his hand with your own. Perhaps physical contact will bring some sense of consolation.
His brows are furrowed, but your touch lesses it minutely.
“Do you… want to go back?”
It’s a fair question, but you aren’t sure of the answer yourself. Because on one hand, being in this fantasy world with characters you like that treat you nicely is quite literally a dream come true, but on the other hand you have a life. Not anything important, you’re just a person. A person with friends and family and a job that all needs you.
You cannot be sure of how much time will pass before you can leave this world, universe, whatever. Is this even your real body? Is there an empty vessel sitting in your desk chair that will wither and decay while you explore the wide world of Honkai Star Rail? You are led to believe this is your real body due to the sensations that an artificial vessel wouldn’t feel.
But.
There are your favorite characters and they’re so so nice. So far.
Your inner turmoil must be showing on your face because Welt squeezes your hand, running his thumb over the back of your palm.
“I suppose a better question might be: are you comfortable staying in this world for a prolonged period of time?”
This time the answer comes easier, “yes.”
“That certainly makes things easier,” Welt relents.
“Do we tell anyone?” The question brings on another bout of quiet. You wet your lips, nerves still simmering from the confession you made.
“I think it would be best to keep it among the, how shall I phrase it, main characters?” Welt winces. “Who would they be? Me, if you know enough to confide in me, and who else?”
“Well, I don’t think you, the Express, like all the main characters, but,” you sigh, beginning to count off who you can think of. “Caelus, March, Dan Heng, you, Himeko, Sampo, Gepard, Serval, Bronya, Seele, Natasha, Luka, Blade, Kafka, Silver Wolf, Herta; maybe, Asta, Arlan, Jing Yuan, Yanqing, Jinglui, Loucha… There might be more, but they seem to be the most lore relevant and repetitive so far.”
“Yes, I imagine some conflict might crop up with that roster…” Welt thinks. The way his brow furrows and his legs spread (manspreading… drool) is subtly attractive.
Ah, the Stellaron Hunters. You can and will admit you want to see Blade and Kafka badly, but if it could result in… tension, would it be worth it in the long run? Just to satiate your thirst? They’re so imposing in the best way possible.
“Hm. Do you want to tell them?” Welt interrupts your little Kafka slash Blade slash you fantasy.
After a moment of mentally debating, you decide that, “yes, I do. All of them.”
“Very well.” Welt gives a reassuring smile, “I will support you in any path you may choose to take.” And if that didn’t make butterflies flutter all the way from the pit of your tummy up to your throat.
“If they were to ask; how am I going to prove myself? Is there something that can show I’m not from this world?” Sudden anxiety seizes you, will your favorite characters mock you? You’d die.
“There’s nothing to say they won’t believe you. You’ve convinced me after all.” It helps you stay calm, and you nod seriously. There’s another gap where neither of you speak.
“Who will we see first, do you know?”
“How about the whole Express has a meeting and we can decide from there, sound good?” Ah, that smile. A shot to the heart it is.
“Yes, thank you, Mr Yang.” Your face is hot when you say it, suddenly desperate to leave the room and cool yourself.
Oblivious to your sudden burst of attraction, Welt continues on. “Of course, always feel free to stop by my room. I’d like to extend an invitation as the others have, if you want to rest in my room, you’re welcome to.”
Rounding up the entire Astral Express doesn’t take as long as you expected it to. Himeko was in her room; and March, Caelus, and Dan Heng weren’t far from the loading deck; and Pompom is always on the Express.
“So.” You start, folding your hands together and looking at everyone around the table. They’re all watching you, and it’s really sort of scary, but you need to be brave. “I’m not from… here.”
Honestly they take the news well. Sure there were some questions, some you knew the answer to, others you are unsure of yourself.
“Is that why,” Caelus cuts themself off. “I feel drawn to you.”
“Drawn to me?” Your head tilts curiously, “could you expand on that?”
“I feel it too,” Dan Heng murmurs, eyeing Caelus. At this you lean back, furrowing your brows in thought.
“Oh?” March leans into Dan Heng’s seat. “I think I know what they’re talking about.”
“Something, emotionally, maybe, makes me want to be close with you,” Himeko speaks to you directly for the first time. “It’s like a tugging in my chest telling me to care about you.”
Ignoring the blatant rush of heat to your cheeks, Caelus expands on Himeko’s words. “Exactly. I can’t explain how or why, but I feel that you’re important, at least to me.”
Fuck, they’re going to make leaving so hard, won’t they? They can’t just say things like that.
“Oh.” Processing those words is hard.
Noting the way you’ve halted and your body language, March hovers a hand over your forearm, debating whether to touch you.
“Does that make you uncomfortable?” She asks, already sounding let down.
“No! No, not at all. It’s just.” You laugh, not out of humor or joy, but something nervous. “If you guys say things like that I’m not going to want to leave.”
“What if we don’t want you to leave?”
“I think that’s a conversation for another day, Caelus.” Welt steers the conversation back on track; what you really came to ask: “Where are we stopping first?”
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What Are Those: In some stories, due to their nature, dragons seek, avoid and attack certain places/objects. Fire dragons seek anything and anywhere that gives heat, Ice dragons avoid said heat while Holy dragons attack anything that's impure. We know Jaune seeks precious gems. Is there anything that he would avoid and attack?
I Am A Creature of Stereotypes, Evidently
Ruby: Okay… here’s one for you: “The more I take the more I leave behind.”
Yang: Uhhh… Air?
Ruby: Nope.
Yang: Crap.
Weiss: Dirt?
Ruby: Also no.
Weiss: What?
Jaune: Foorsteps.
Ruby: Correct! Okay, next one: “If two is a company, and three is a crowd, what is four, and five.
Weiss: Four is a quartet right?
Ruby: Yes, but that’s not the answer.
Weiss: What?
Blake: It makes sense, five is a pentagon, I don’t think that works as an answer.
Ruby: Nope~!
Yang: Then what is it?
Jaune: Nine.
Ruby: Correct!
Weiss: What? That doesn’t make any sense?
Yang: Four, and five… equals nine…
Weiss: That’s a stupid answer!
Ruby: Okay next riddle! “Iron roof, glass walls. Burns, and burns, but never falls.”
Blake: Iron roof, and glass walls?
Weiss: Never falls…
Yang: Is it a…?
Jaune: A lantern.
Ruby: Correct!
Yang: What?!
Blake: How does he keep doing this?’
Ruby: “I have rivers without water, forests without trees, mountains without rocks, and towns without houses.”
Yang: So it’s an image then? It has those things, but it doesn’t have them…
Weiss: Oh! Its a…?!
Jaune: A map.
Weiss: A map?! Gods dammit?! I had it!
Blake: That’s one to us! Right?
Ruby: Mmmm… neither of you get the point.
Yang: Dammit.
Ruby: Okay… Oh here’s a good one!
Ruby: Ahem: “I begin eternity, and end space. At the end of time, and in every place. Last in life, second to death. Never alone. Found in your breath. Contained by earth, water or flame. My grandeur so awesome. Wind dare not tame. Not in your mind. Am in your dreams. Vacant to Kings, present to Queens.”
Weiss: Huw…?
Blake: That is a good one…
Yang: It would be better if I knew the answer?!
Jaune: The letter ‘E.’
Ruby: Correct!
Weiss: Oh come on?!
Blake: Already?!
Yang: How is the letter ‘E’ the fucking answer?!
Jaune: Simple: The answer is found when you think literally, not metaphorically.
Yang: Eh?
Weiss: ‘End of Time.’ Time ends with the letter ‘E.’
Blake: ‘Vacant in kings, present in queens.’ Queen has the letter, ‘E’ in it, and kings doesn’t…
Yang: …
Yang: I hate riddles…
Ruby: Ah-ha… H-Here’s an easy one: ‘What kind of ear cannot hear?’
Weiss: A deaf one?
Ruby: No.
Weiss: How is that not the answer?!
Yang: Ear hair…?
Ruby: Eww, gross!
Yang: But, am I wrong…?
Ruby: Yes, yes you are wring.
Yang: Shit!
Blake: Uhhh…? A… A…?
Weiss: You have no idea do you?
Blake: No…
Ruby: Haa… Jaune?
Jaune: An ear of corn.
Ruby: Correct!
Weiss: Oh?! Give me that book!
Ruby: What… hey?!
Weiss: Okay, Jaune here’s one for you: “He who makes me doesn’t want me, he who buys me doesn’t need me, he who uses me doesn’t care.”
Jaune: A casket.
Weiss: What!! How did you… grrrr! Never mind. Next riddle! “I run through hills; I veer around mountains.I leap over rivers, and crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.” What is it…?!
Jaune: Roads.
Weiss: Okay…?! Let’s continue shall we…?!
Yang: I think we should take that book away from her.
Blake: I’m afraid she’ll bite me if I try…
Weiss: Okay… “I am a portal to another world, I can take you to places unseen, but I require no magic spell to open. What am I?”
Jaune: A book.
Weiss: MOTHER FU…?!!!
Yang: We’re in public, Weiss! Don’t scream your head off!
Juniper: Oh my? What’s going on by on here?
Ruby: I was just asking my team some riddles, and I think, Weiss is angry that he keeps on answering the riddles. I’m not really sure though.
Blake: Probably has to deal with the speed of which he is answering them too. I mean, here’s a riddle for you, Jaune: “I have a heart that never beats, I have a home but I never sleep. I can take a man’s house and build another’s. And I love to play games with my many brothers. What am I?”
Jaune: The king of hearts.
Blake: Correct.
Weiss: You didn’t even fucking think about it?! You’re cheating!
Blake: And, that’s why, Weiss is upset.
Ruby: I think it’s more so to do with her pride of not answering any herself.
Blake: Probably.
Juniper: Ahh you silly girls; You asked a dragon to play a game of riddles. You were bound to lose eventually, Jaune is a master of riddles. It’s honestly a little scary.
Jaune: What’s scary about my love for riddles?
Juniper: Nothing really, It’s just weird overall.
Jaune: And, why is that?
Juniper: No reasons. Now girls, let me give you the ultimate riddle for, Jaune! Okay, Jaune sweetie; “What have I got in my pocket?”
Blake: That riddle from that book?
Weiss: Then that means that the answers a…!
Jaune: A condom.
Blake: A ring! Wait, what?!
Yang: You’re kidding me… That’s not the answer.
Ruby: Is he right?
Juniper: H-How did you know?!
Weiss: HE’S RIGHT?!
Yang: Seriously.
Jaune: I can smell the latex.
Blake: You know what a condom smells like?
Jaune: She waved them in my face for an hour when she was showing me ‘how’ to use them. I remember that smell…
Juniper: And, that is good so you remember how to have safe sex.
Jaune: You told me not to use them because it, and I quote: “Condoms cut off the circulation to my penis, and make it fall off. So don’t use them.” End quote. So knowing that girls: “Why does my mom want me to use a condom?”
Ruby: To actually have safe sex?
Yang: Yeah, I mean you’ve already done it with a few girls. Hopefully me too… You don’t want them to end up pregnant, and ruin their careers now do you?
Jaune: Wrong.
Weiss: Those answers make complete sense.
Blake: How is that wrong?
Jaune: Simple: Mom punched a hole into the tip of the condom with a pin, rendering them useless.
Ruby: That’s not why you’re giving him those condoms now is it?
Juniper: Dammit, I’ve become predictable…
Ruby: W-W-What…?
Yang: Wait seriously?!
Blake: Talk about baby fever…
Weiss: Thank goodness you used a working one when you slept with my mom. Right, Jaune?
Ruby: Wait, You did sleep with her mom?!
Yang: I thought that was just a wild rumour?! You actually did it?!
Jaune: Uhhh…
Weiss: Y-You used protection… R-Right, Jaune…?
Jaune: Well, you see…
Weiss: Jaune… did you use protection…?
Jaune: I’m not saying she… But, I’ll take responsibility… Okay?
Weiss: Ahh… I see…
(Thud!)
Ruby: Weiss?!
Yang: Great, she fainted again…
Blake: Wait… You slept with, Weiss’s mother?! How the hell did that happen?!
Jaune: She discovered a new kink for me, and I lost it… okay?
Yang: What new kink?!
Jaune: I’m not answering that!
Juniper: So… does that mean grand babies…?
Jaune: Uhhh…?
Juniper: Grand babies~?
Jaune: Oh no…
#rwby#jaune arc#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#weiss schnee#ruby rose#juniper arc#willow schnee#jaune x willow#willow x jaune#yang x jaune#jaune x yang#rwby dragonslayer
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Please don’t think of me as a male artist.
..is what i used to feel, for many years, even when I finally came out as trans. In a way, its one of the factors that kept me from pursuing HRT (which im so glad i finally did.) After only one year, my feeling on this hasn’t evaporated completely but i suppose I kind of don’t care anymore about how I am interpreted, as a person/artist, ect.. It isn’t something i can be in control of anyway, which upsets me less than it used to.
Sometimes in the past, the way i write characters has often been analyzed by the gender I am, or appear to be - that my male characters were written like how a woman writes men (too emotional/vulnerable, ect) , or how my female characters are written thoughtlessly- like how a man would. (too horny, stupid, violent, ect.) Its not a new way to analyze a story but I can’t say that it doesn’t annoy me. It could still be true that my characters/writing could fall into sexist/problematic archetypes, but gendering my work based on the way my characters act always reminds me of the “you draw like a girl/boy” comments, which used to be more frequent when i was a teen.. But the idea that boys = angular, good at cars! Or something and girls are, i dunno, gonna draw sexy anime men or something. Even as a teenager, i hated this idea that my art was “girl art.” Truthfully, i always viewed my art and myself as an artist as genderfluid, maybe even a type of drag performance, where i can explore any gender and not be limited by my body, it was my escape from that. Which naturally, it became my place to explore gender presentation and eventually helped me “crack my egg” of realizing i was a trans man.
I do think its important to reflect or regard my work as the art made by a trans man, or transmasculine person. I feel more and more just like “just a dude” these days. I am also a gay man. I think those things are important to my work. I think that the analysis of my work in regards to my identity as a person is important to reflect on. I also think the steps I took to get there were important, that transformation and my continued exploration of my older selves and more “label-less” self in the art i make. That’s a private space for me, that I happen to share with the world too. I feel the audience is part of my work too, I welcome it even. I have become part of the audience too and I look at my work as if I’m also a stranger. The older my work gets, the more of it I can study, the more I can see plainly how I got here and also it feels so confusing how it did. I try to study my art to help me find where I want to go to next, a map to guide me.
In some ways, I feel more lost than I did before, where all my instinct was pushing me was just to grow and explore as much as possible. Now, I don’t have that same type of energy that I used to. Its not a bad thing, its just different. There’s a sense of duty and commitment and a sense of dread of the time it takes to do what I feel compelled to do on this step of my journey. I am trying to focus more on the things I used to think I was incapable of before and I’m trying to remember the things I used to think were so effortless. I can tell my art is sharper but it feels almost like a mimicry of my older selves - at least when I revisit old work to continue its journey past where its been frozen in time. Comics take a long time, after all, it's normal that after a few years - a story might be yours, but it feels like it belongs to the past of you too, maybe more than it does in the present. I like the commitment I have to my comics though, its not a burden to me. The feeling is strange anyway.
I tend to think that 1-3 years of a project being made, those are the honeymoon years of the relationship. But you hit a wall in 4-5 years and sometimes you’re in denial about it, you try to keep the dreams and feeling alive as you drag it forward, and sometimes the project really reaches its end around 8-10 years and it becomes a type of empty promise to return to it. Not that this is true for every artist, every project, ect. But I think its a natural lifespan for comics that I’ve observed, and it's because it is uncomfortable to face morality and the morality of our own art. Art is this escape, and when it becomes a job - or an uncomfortable mirror into these things about ourselves, about our failures and promises we couldn’t manage to make, the pressures of the audience, the boredom of the task if you have already told yourself the story a thousand times and you have no longer a desire to continue it, ect - its a normal and natural feeling to want to drop it off a cliff. Blow it up, start over fresh - I know the feeling! Its happened many times. But its kind of temporary? Then, it cycles back to nostalgia - and the desire to create and recreate and reform the past to something tangible again.. uh
Sorry, sorry.. I am getting far from the point I started with. Not that any of this makes too much sense, I feel like writing it anyway. It bothers me that the fantasy of art to me, is the ability to dissolve yourself and stop existing, you are the creator creating. You don’t need to be confined by, really anything. It is in “your control” now, and you surrender your own control by falling into the art and letting it “lead you” places. This is a very seductive process and while it might temporarily be fulfilling (even when done for a lifetime) cannot really.. What.. completely fill the void of whatever you’re chasing down there? Its nice though. At least, when I think about when i first started drawing comics, it was to draw Vash the Stampede (from the original 98 anime series, i hate the new one. We’re not talking about there here) coming out of my television after a thunderstorm and he had to just live in my house now. It was the closest thing I could do to actually manifesting that as reality, of making this amazing anime husband come to life to just like live with me now and be my boyfriend. In a lot of ways I don’t see my pursuit of writing ocs, specifically male ones, really much different from this same desire of like “i can just make my perfect boyfriend!” born out of the loneliness I felt in my heart, and the fear that there is no boyfriend out there for me so i need to frankenstein my own - and this boyfriend will be poifect in every way. Or like, crafting the perfect “relationship” in replace the lack of one, or just the fantasy of watching very abstract extremes come to life in various puppets i crafted, beating the shit out of each other for entertainment. But to subject all these.. Abstract Internal conflicts as simply like a “boy author thing” or “girl author thing” is like.. Tiring. Are we really not past that? (Of course not.)
Like there’s some hidden truth to the way someone might write/draw, the way that “makes sense” in retrospect once the identity of the author is analyzed and discovered.. How can you make sense of the self, let alone the other .. and In a way that’s permanent? And gendered? Does art now have an inherent sex characteristic? But I cannot deny that I do want my art to look and feel like part of who I am, what I have chosen to sexually identify as - a transgender, a man, a faggot. I DO identify as a sexual deviant, but that is hilarious because I have been single for so long at this point I can’t even remember in a tangible way what that felt like and I question if I ever felt it or experienced it “for realsies” because of the experiences I have had or havent didn’t feel very fulfilling or romantic, despite that being something I desire so much - and so I feel like a failure. And to create art just based on the fantasy of desire rather than the lived reality, can it even really display what that would actually be like. So its embarrassing, right?
I have worked on my art a lot and I have often thought, or come to the conclusion (true or not) that my singleness is the result of my pursuit and dedication to art - which is the pursuit of self isolation and protection from harm. From influence, from acknowledging that life can exist and someday end. And when you work on projects for years and years, the pride/shame dichotomy only gets more.. Weird. It gets weird, guys! It always was weird, but.. I just think about so many my heroes, my art inspirations, working decades on their art.. I follow in their footsteps too and it feels scarier and lonelier than I expected it to be. And the more and more I realized that as a reality, as my 20s faded away, the more I kept walking. I wasn’t gonna stop now, even if I could, I don’t want to and its not hard to do other things too. I have a slower pace than I used to (thank god) and gets slower but I’m still moving.
I don’t post or write my little art journals as much as I used to. Mostly cause I don’t really have anything good to say and it kinda feels embarrassing to post them too LOL. But.. whatever!! Its been a weird four months of me being off work and I’m about to go back to being a normal working person again.. But its like, its weird to tell people about your art when they ask about what you do. Its like “oh yeah, i draw webcomics” and they wont get it, you’ll say - “yeah its 8,000 pages long” and they’ll say, “thats a lot!” and it is. They’re very nice about it, but there’s a lack of satisfaction there with what that means. I don’t expect it, that’d be dumb as hell. Its nice to take a break from it too, to discover other sides of myself I never let shine because i stayed indoors for a decade, but its a weird feeling too. Like, what will it mean in the end? I don’t really know.
I don’t think I need “success” to feel like this was worth it, its not like a trophy is gonna come in the mail for the good workTM I’ve done - there is no closure to the work I make even when a story finishes. I have to keep going regardless of that, and its strange to know it won’t ever feel done. But I am so thirsty for that temporary itch to be scratched, it keeps me working every day for the “maybe” of what that might feel like. Kinda silly, really. Is it my “male” pride that demands recognition? Would respect be given more freely if I had “remained” to be perceived as a woman, for subverting the expectations for what a woman can/can’t write? (lol) Is my value as a person determined by that sort of thing in my art? I don’t think of my pride as gendered, but I know its there and I know because of who I say I am, my pride will be gendered by others. I think when I was a woman, that pissed me off more than now because.. Well.. I wasn’t even living as the way i wanted to. I still don’t really live as the way I want to, the way I want to be perceived, but even being on HRT for a little more than 1 year, without much else lifestyle changes, I feel a little more at peace not mattering what others will take away from me or what i write about. I have a lot of my own expectations for myself and what i write about and that concerns me far more.
I don’t really know how else to end this, I’m going to eat chocolate now. Oh, to answer your question (?) if you might have this one: can I think of you as a male artist, kosmic? sure. I am one after all.
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So this idea has been bouncing in my head like an excited rabbit on caffeine. (I also don't know if anyone else thought of this but I thought it would be cool) so you remember the reblog chain where the players are all in Desmond head talking like a twitch chat, and the other reblog chain of Desmond's ancestor data gaining sentience because isu bstm, right? Well I had a thought, what if we combined the two, like maybe something like the part of the main group + Desmond are trying to get to the others who are in another part of Abstergo or the assassin's network and Desmond, let's say that while he was split he couldn't hear us until they passed through this really corrupted part of an ocean map (let's say it's in Edward's time) then all of a sudden Desmond hears one of us. (Sorry if this doesn't make sense. I hope you have a heath day/night)
I think this is the AC characters data in Abstergo’s database regaining sentience AU reblog chain with @piratekenway you’re talking about?
The Ratatouille AU where the ancestors can hear Desmond while ‘playing’, its more unhinged cousin, the Ratatouille AU where Desmond can hear us and the outside POV of Al Mualim thinking the Apple broke Altaïr and the sidestory of Altaïr accidentally connecting with Ezio while looking for Desmond (I hope I didn’t forget anything else)
Okay, so the idea is that we’re using the setup for the character data gaining sentience and we’re setting this as sorta like the ‘epilogue’ to the Ratatouille AU.
Instead of letting the world burn (“As a treat!” one of the voices chirped), he sacrifices himself. When he wakes up, he’s in Abstergo’s database, chained as a digital copy of Sample 17.
He can’t hear any voices anymore.
Are they disappointed with him?
Did they think they wasted their time trying to help him?
Did he… make the right choice?
He doesn’t know how much time has passed… when the virus started taking over the database and servers.
.
In this one, the virus isn’t made by Erudito + Assassins. It’s of ‘unknown origin’.
All they know is the name of the virus is “for desmond!” and it is targeting Desmond. Of course, Sample 17 is in one of the more secured encrypted ‘part’ of the database so it mutated to wake other data up.
Data that has connection with Desmond.
Along the way, the virus inside them starts waking up other data nearby, creating a strange team to rescue Desmond.
We can sorta play with this a bit and make Arno, Evie and Jacob become part of Abstergo’s database because they do have data of Arno’s descendants and it makes sense that the reason why the Templars knew where the Shroud is because they can access the twins’ memories as well and the Assassins just stole their DNA for their own Animus instead.
So they get to Desmond who is staying in the Grand Temple, just sitting there, staring at the devices, doubting and double-doubting himself if he should have activated the device when the people who care for him the most asked him not to.
Of course, Abstergo’s anti-virus and probably the entire security system is chasing after them so they don’t have time to actually talk.
They just run.
Well, they sailed using a fusion of the Jackdaw and Aquila…
… into a corrupted part of the West Indies.
The idea was… the virus didn’t harm them but it definitely fucks with Abstergo’s anti-virus and security system.
At the very least, they were hoping it would slow them down.
What they did not expect was for the entire thing to collapse under them…
And drop their modified ship into a different unfamiliar ocean.
“Holy shit!”
Desmond blinked.
“That scared the crap out of me. Goddamn it, Ubisoft. I know this is still being betatesting but Jesus Christ, loading the entire ship and dropping it from above??? What kind of programming does this game have???”
“Lollol. Dude, chill.”
“Is it an enemy ship? Like… can you shoot it?”
“Should you shoot it? Check its level first.”
They were all familiar voices.
“You don’t want a repeat of-”
“Guys?” Desmond asked, his voice a bit too quiet.
Hesitant.
He didn’t dare hope that it was them.
Not all of them.
But some of the ones he was most familiar with.
The ones who stayed with him the most.
“Holy shit.”
“Oh my god, Desmond?!”
“What’s Desmond doing in this game?!”
“Is it our Desmond???”
Desmond’s lips curved into a smile and his voice croaked as he said, “Yeah, I’m your Desmond.”
“Oh my god.”
“Desmond!!! You’re okay!!! We were sooo worried!”
“You think this is [Bored Anonymous]’s work??? Did their plan to use all our computers to try and connect with Desmond’s world and send our gift work?”
“Gift?” Desmond tilted his head.
Did they mean the virus?
He felt someone nudged his arm and he turned to look at Ezio. Everyone else seemed confused but Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton seemed to have an idea on who he was talking to.
Wait.
They can hear them!
Before Desmond could tell the voices that everyone could hear them now, one of them said hurriedly, “Oh fuck! Someone get [Bored Anonymous] quickly!”
“Why?”
“I only have 1 more hour to play this beta! What happens to Desmond if he stays in this beta server after the time is up?!! We can’t lose him!”
“Ohshitohshitohshit!”
“I’ll alert the discord server!”
“I’ll try to message them in Tumblr! They’re always online there!”
“Pretty sure that’s their queue…”
“We can still try!”
Desmond simply laughed.
Sure, the time limit they’re talking about was worrying but hearing all of them worrying about him…
It felt like he was finally home.
#this is like fic idea of a fic idea#fic ideaception#yeah the beta server they got pulled into#is the skulls and bones beta testing#it sounded like it would fit XD#assassin's creed#desmond miles#ask and answer#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed
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“Being a pirate is all about going your own way.” // “Come with me, Buggy!!”
is this post totally redundant after the similar post i made last week? idk. i guess the main difference is that this time i’m looking at the same topic in an unambiguously romantic light? the shipper goggles, as they say, are on, and i want to talk about these scenes in that context.
so, if you’ll forgive me for repeating myself a bit, let’s talk about this again:
as much as i enjoy the heartbreak of “they always thought they’d be together but miscommunication tore them apart” takes on shanks/buggy, the very first flashback we get about them—the first things we learn about them at all, really—tells us this isn’t true.
and i think what we get is more romantic.
Chapter 19, Pages 12-13. i know last time i said they’re at most 12 here, but looking at these lanky-ass teenaged designs that’s nuts. i fully believe oda hadn’t thought through their ages/the timeline at this point, and they were originally supposed to be about luffy’s age when buggy got his devil fruit. which is not relevant to this post in any way, but it’s my post so i get to go off-topic if i want.
Shanks and Buggy have their own goals as pirates, and at this time they understand them to be mutually incompatible. Buggy thinks Shanks’ travel-and-adventure-oriented take on piracy is soft and foolish; Shanks doesn’t care for Buggy’s exclusively treasure-focused take. They’re sometimes friendly, sometimes not, they’ve fought side by side, but they know this time as allies and crewmates is temporary. (Buggy plans on taking his treasure map and the Devil Fruit and leaving the crew immediately.) Maybe they’ll become friendly rivals, ‘fighting to the finish’ when they run into each other like Roger and Whitebeard do, or maybe the next time they see each other they’ll literally fight to the finish. Who knows?
“That’s also what being a pirate is all about.” It’s very sensible behavior. Smart planning for the future.
Which means the contradictory ways they act later—Buggy secretly deciding to follow Shanks, Shanks bluntly asking Buggy to come with him—are not about these characters thoughtlessly clinging to the status quo. They are not in a “we were always together and I never thought that would change” situation. Deciding to stick together is a considered, emotional decision: “I know we don’t make sense together but I don’t care, I want us together anyway.”
Chapter 1082, Pages 8-9. i was cursed the moment i saw these pages with Unable To Stop Thinking About It disease; only time will tell if seeing it animated makes it worse or cures me.
This argument is a codependent breaking point. Buggy’s pinned all his dreams on Shanks, hoisted that poor boy up on a pedestal, and it all falls apart when Shanks reveals thoughts and plans that don’t match Buggy’s perception of him. He can’t bear to be around him now that the false image has been revealed. (Shanks, poor thing, seems to have had no idea any of this was happening.)
But if Shanks hadn’t said no to Laugh Tale in this moment—or maybe if he’d offered a soft no of, idk, “okay, sure, once we’ve got a strong enough crew”—Buggy would have gone with him, still projecting wildly onto Shanks. He’d convinced himself that being a member of the Pirate King’s crew was enough for him, that he didn’t need to be Pirate King himself if Shanks got the title and he was with Shanks.
…but would he have actually liked being a member of that crew?
Like, looking at the things the Red-Haired Pirates do, would Buggy have enjoyed being one of them? Wandering East Blue, hanging out in friendly port towns, collecting treasure here and there but spending a lot of time getting drunk and making friends with the locals? Eventually becoming famous for having a large, weak fleet of subordinate pirate crews Shanks has to sometimes physically step in and protect?
God, no, he’d’ve been miserable. Just seething with thwarted ambition, furious at the perceived disrespect. A real power hungry first officer stereotype, the kind of character that makes you think, Why’s he working for this guy if he hates him so much?
And Buggy must have suspected it would go something like that. But if Shanks hadn’t rejected Laugh Tale, he would’ve gone with him anyway.
(Better to be miserable with you than a loser on my own.)
Or say Buggy agreed to come with Shanks. Obviously his presence wouldn’t change the crew makeup significantly enough to skew the Red-Haired Pirates towards his way of thinking, but for the sake of argument: if he had convinced Shanks to do things his way, would Shanks have enjoyed the kind of piracy Buggy engages in? Taking over and destroying East Blue port towns, ordering your crew killed on a furious whim, single-mindedly hunting down treasure maps and single-mindedly hunting down treasure chests and paying no attention to anything along the journey? Eventually becoming the boss and administrator for a bunch of bounty hunters and mercenaries?
No way; most of that behavior is totally repellant to Shanks. If he let Buggy do that kind of thing under his banner, you’d be left wondering What happened to his morals? Why does he let this guy walk all over him?
And Shanks knew the kind of pirate Buggy was and wanted to be. But he asked Buggy to come with him anyway.
(Better to be miserable with you than have fun apart.)
It’s hard to see a way to make these very different styles of pirating work together. It’s probably doable… with a lot of compromise and honest conversation. The younger Shanks and Buggy had a point, when they said each going their own way was the obvious choice! It was certainly the easier one. Was it the happier one? Who can say.
#i also keep thinking of that year after the roger pirates disbanded. did everybody REALLY go their own way?#or did the two youngest maybe stick together. for safety in numbers! not bc they’re afraid to be alone or apart or anything!!#they’re just. SO codependent after roger’s execution…#i really don’t think that was the first time they’d seen each other in a year.#shuggy#one piece#i’m sorry i can’t stop thinking & writing about them#eventually i’ll be able to have thoughtful opinions about other things again#maybe even about non-one piece things!! anything’s possible!#shanks#buggy#my meta#*the shuggy roguetown breakup#*shuggy miscommunication#.19 (devil fruit flashback)#.1082 (roguetown flashback)#*shuggy ironies#*buggy’s bad choices
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On this day 4/21/24 at 11:18 am- I have finished Iron Flame and we have to wait till fucking January of 2025 for book 3….
Holy fucking shit there’s so much action and it’s literally insane. Also y’all have been too harsh on Mama Sorrengail… like I get it like she’s harsh but look how her kids turned out they are hardheaded stubborn so 10 toes down on what they think is right. She completed her goal and now she’s going back to the love of her life, a scribe..♥️ don’t care. I am 100% backing their mom.
Also Andarna being left behind like they could be more out there we just don’t know and if the dragons don’t know, the elders might know maybe they don’t even know. Because there is so much of the map that we have not even been to that could maybe be where they could be at her breed. Like they could be in the barren even though there’s not really any mountains like literally anywhere they’re hiding. Or maybe her family fled to give her a chance to live? I’m just just throwing these out here.
I’m going to have to read the last chapter over and over again, but you know I thought it was gonna be more intense honestly. From chapter 60 and on all, it is fucking intense but I thought it would be different. I don’t know like they get her, violet, surrounded still on the fighting field. They do the same thing for Xadan. And then you know either one gets tortured then it forces that one has to turn to save the other (lol hint hint)
I think Onyx Storm to do with both Xaden and Andarna. Not one or the other.
I think nothing really prepared me for Lilith Sorrengail end..like at all….
Also, I am so happy that Sawyer made it. Like there’s just so much going on in the last six chapters. I think the Venin, from what I have gathered do you want Violet, but to take her signet from her and then kill her. And I say that because The guys on page 593 the dark Wilder says “ I’m under orders not to kill, so let’s not make this difficult” also says “ you’ll be so much fun for him to wield” and obviously throughout the last few parts of the first book at Resson they were trying to at least harm violet or try to kidnap her. Her signet is legitimate power. She’s also the first Lightning user in they said decades or hundreds of years( I don’t quite remember, but it was a long time) You can see why they would want her specifically.
I find it very fucking interesting that they both have the same nightmares. They just never told each other about it like he turned for love and she will turn to save the one she loves.what the fuck
Also, it’s been coincide with that “ I have waited 650 years to hatch. Waited until your 18th summer, when I heard our elders talk of the week link daughter of their general, the girl forecasted to become the head of the scribes, and I knew. You would have the mind of a scribe and the heart of a rider you would be mine.”- Andarna. Her breed has to be the breed that wiped out the venin all those years ago because those numbers don’t just correlate for randomness. It just doesn’t make sense like for the love of fucking God it doesn’t make sense.(also I’m not religious that I’m just making a point.)
I also understand the reason why Violet is acting how she is with her now trust issue and being left in the dark is such a big thing for her. I think it’s just because she found her chosen family and finding out that there things being withhold from you, that are important, but not significant to the moment. Xaden is so patient and he definitely gets brownie points from me. He also has trust issues and not saying hes innocent in all this but they both have their reasons and they are taking healthy steps and moving forwards. Violet tends to be centered with knowledge and having that helps her make decided what to do next and move forward.
The conversations/arguments do get tedious, but considering a lot of her knowledge of The Continent and what happens and basically being lied to about their whole society will do that to a person because they think whatever they thought they knew they now have to rethink it. And it does suck being kept in the dark about stuff nobody wants to be kept in the dark, but in the end, she still loves him, she still chooses him.
#spoiler warning#iron flame#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#tairneanach#violet and andarna#violet and tairn#iron flame violet#iron flame xaden#sgaeyl#xaden chose violence#fourth wing#fourth wing violet#fourth wing xaden#xaden and sgaeyl#violet and xaden#booktok#book tumblr#andarnaurram
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Lost
Roronoa Zoro x gn! Reader
wc: 1k
Warnings: none
While on a date, you and Zoro get lost. Not the most romantic of situations to end up in, but you make it work
You and Zoro walk through the mostly empty street, the sun setting beautifully behind you. It’d been a while since the two of you had been out on a date, the ever crowded Sunny wasn’t the most romantic spot in the world, but you made it work when you were days away from any land.
“Hey, where are we going anyways?” You ask, after the two of you had been walking for a few minutes.
The swordsman shrugs. “Uh, it’s around here somewhere.”
You look around, the streets had transitioned to trees without you realizing. “Zoro, how long have we been lost?”
“We’re not lost, don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.”
“Roronoa.”
He freezes in place at the use of his last name and turns around slowly, face red. “We might be a little lost.”
You put your hands over your face and scream into them. “Zoro, my sweet, sweet beloved Zoro. You didn’t think to get a map of the town before leaving the Sunny?”
“You didn’t either!”
“I thought you had it under control!”
“I do!”
“It’s dark, we’re in the middle of the woods and our crew has no idea where we are, does that look like having everything under control?!”
Zoro sighs heavily and he sits on a nearby fallen tree. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
You frown, sitting down next to him. “No, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. You don’t mean to get lost.”
“I wanted it to be a nice date, a night away from the crew, where we could just relax for a few hours.”
You pull him into the space between your neck and shoulder and kiss his head. “We still can, it’ll probably take a few hours to find our way back to the Sunny, but it can still be fun.”
“You sure?”
“Zoro, you showered just for me, I’d never waste this momentous occasion.”
He snorts, playfully pushing you away. “Asshole, I bathe once a week!”
“That is not nearly frequent enough.”
Zoro pulls you off of the log and the two of you walk back in the direction you hope you had come from.
“You should’ve dated someone with a good sense of direction.” You tell him after a few minutes.
“I could say the same thing for you.”
You roll your eyes and laugh. “Ah, let’s face it; no one else stood a chance next to you.”
He flushes and averts his gaze from yours. “Shut up.”
“Awe, you’re embarrassed.” You tease, intertwining your hand in his.
“Am not. Keep walking.”
“You are.”
Zoro rolls his eyes, but doesn’t object anymore. “Whatever, no one else compares to you either.”
It’s your turn to be embarrassed now, and by the smirk on his face, he knows you are.
“Whatever,” you mock, “I love you.”
He freezes again, almost as still as a statue as he turns to look at you, eye wide. “What?”
You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean, what?”
Zoro bristles. “You can’t just say that in the middle of a conversation and walk off! Wait a minute!”
“And why not? It’s true, isn’t it?”
His cheeks flush again. “It was supposed to go better than this! God, I should’ve asked that witch for a map.”
He’s muttering to himself now, pacing, the three swords on his hip making a satisfying clink. You’re officially lost, and not physically.
“What’s wrong? Zoro. Tell me what’s wrong?”
You really don’t expect him to tell you at that moment, you know he’s stubborn and cagey about his emotions, especially when he’s worked up like this, but you’re beyond worried at this point in the evening, so you’re surprised when he stops and looks at you.
“I’d planned it all out, it was going to be over a nice dinner,” he starts, “and I know what you’re going to say, you’re going to say you don’t care about how I tell you that I love you, but I do because…”
Zoro trails off, almost like he’s trying to regain his composure.
“Because you’re important to me, and I’m glad you joined the crew. Now, stop looking at me like that, it’s embarrassing.”
You pull him into a really tight hug and plant kisses all over his face. “I love you so much. That was a really touching speech.”
He plants a kiss on your forehead before prying you off of him so you both can continue walking. “You think so?”
“The most eloquent you’ve ever been.”
Zoro rolls his eyes. “Fuck you, we can’t have one nice moment, can we?”
“Sorry, I’m sorry. But, I really did like it. And you're right, it doesn’t matter to me where or how you tell me, but I appreciate that you put so much thought into it.”
“That’s my middle name,” he jokes, flushed again, “thoughtful.”
“Yeesh, I can see why you don’t use it.”
He snorts, but says nothing and just takes your hand in his, planting a quick kiss on your knuckles.
You get back to the Sunny a few hours later and the crew scolds you both, especially Nami, who hits Zoro on the back of the head.
“Idiot! What if you couldn’t find your way back?!”
“You wouldn’t have left without us! Quit nagging already.”
You giggle, but turn to your captain as Luffy hangs around your neck. “Did you bring back any food?”
Prying him off of you, you shake your head. “Not this time.”
He groans. Loudly. “Man, what’s the point of dating if you don’t bring back any food?”
“Sanji’s right there, maybe if you ask nicely, he’ll make something. I could use a good warm meal, actually.”
You catch Zoro’s eye as Nami continues yelling at him and he smiles at you. You return it. You really do love him.
The crew sets off the next day, and while the ship isn’t the most romantic place in the world, you find yourself unable to imagine being anywhere else. You’d rather be on the open sea than in some dingy town, biding your time until you die.
Zoro puts his arm around you, pulling you into his side and tilting your head up for a kiss.
Yeah, you think, nowhere else I’d rather be.
#character☀️: roronoa zoro#fandom☀️: one piece#daylightarchive#one piece x reader#one piece x you#op x reader#op x you#roronoa zoro x reader#roronoa zoro x you#zoro x reader#zoro x you#one piece imagines#reader insert#sunbathing with: zoro
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What if you could try to convey the idea of a show that is 700+ hours long just by gathering out of context snippets from random seasons and hot gluing them together into a nice audio collage?
Music: Bravery! Courage! A Burst of Laser Fire Aboard The Raptor Mk II! (Lasers and Feelings) by one and only Jack de Quidt (it’s on their bandcamp in Live At The Table album).
Transcript and source under the cut, so you could read it and say “wait really? why would they say that”
AUSTIN: How do you play it for him. Do you just have like a…
JACK: Umm, I think that my dress sweeps into a waveform, and I think we just hear it.
WAVEFORM DRESS: [sounds of the rings of Saturn]
(TM 18 )
"Welcome to friends at the table, toxoplasmosis, let's go"
(Drawing maps Duvall)
"I gave a thumbs up to the microphone because that's where you all live"
(CW 27)
AUSTIN: You can do a lot with a one.
KEITH: You can do a lot with a one when you are ten.
(Bluff 32)
“What’s the most supernatural color?”
(Bluff 10)
"Why do I just have random robots in my mind?"
(Bluff 35)
"We are not allowed to answer that question, we made bad decisions"
(CW 38)
“Um. I want to have an anime moment”
(Pzn 30)
“So this was my story about don't fuck with me in valorant”
(Pzn 27)
AUSTIN: And so that is who she is and she can probably take care of herself, so long as this robot doesn’t make her feel sad [chuckles].
JACK: Wow, same, same. That’s how I feel about twitter.com!
(TM 19)
"This thing is just monstrous. The most monstrous thing about it is its inability or indifference to form"
(SF 41)
"Petrichor automedia, they do it all! They do robots, they do movies, they do the sound that keeps you up at night"
(CW 28)
ART: Can we have a brief philosophical conversation?
AUSTIN: Whenever. Literally any time you want.
(Spring 49)
"I would love to be entangled, Austin"
(Road to pzn 4)
“You would tell me ideologically what your narrative is, whereas effect to me feels emotional—”what effect did your action have” feels like an emotional connection. Do you know what I mean? A narrative is a collection of ideas when used politically. “
(Pzn 46)
"You're listed here as one of my only friends. It's you and the working class"
(CW 41)
"Okay, so Even doesn't really have skin per se anymore..." (TM 3)
"They are intimate for a logo"
(CW 27)
"A man but his motif is that he is also a truck. Oh, why does this dude always come out wearing a Ford logo on his t-shirt?” (Bluff 9)
"Aterika’kaal is not evil, just misunderstood. Also little"
(SF 42)
“You know the sense you get when you, with a pen, add parentheses to a sentence? After you've written it? That's what it feels like in the room. It feels like you're adding parentheses to a room, to the entire god“
(SF 27)
"Haha, yes, the dictionary is a harsh god”
(LATT Spoken Magic Part 1)
#I am sorry for including Animal Out of Context quotes because of the audio quality#but you had to know that austin described the logo of liberty and discovery to be 'too intimate'. why would he say that ever#friends at the table#fatt#c:
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I think that much like the use of “family” in supernatural, you can’t really treat “best friend” (as used to refer to Dean and Cas) as mapping onto our general conceptions of what the term means. Dean is really sorely lacking in other friends – “best friend” is a competition Cas sort of wins by default, it doesn’t really tell you anything about their relationship, taken at face value.
This has two major implications: the first, which I’m not going to dwell on for so long but don’t want to understate, is the whole “what if we just replaced ‘best friend’ with ‘the love of my life’” of it all. Like, the fact that it’s going to be pretty obvious to both of them that Dean (due to his dearth of friends) doesn’t have a better friend than Cas means that him calling Cas his ‘best friend’ is less about that and more about him designating his relationship with Cas as Important, in the language he’ll allow himself access to. As @autisticandroids said when I was discussing this topic with them, “you’re my best friend” in the trap is a “dean winchester gay boy moment”.
But then the other side of this is that while Cas being classed as Dean’s “best friend” being such a low bar means it means more coming from Dean than it sounds like it would, it actually means less to Cas, and just in general isn’t very informative re their relationship as Cas experiences it. Like, taking the phrase to justify interpreting them as Long Term Best Friends with the expectations of trust, and helping each other out etc that we might associate with the concept would be wildly misleading. What they have is a historically very volatile relationship, which Cas clung to even after he experienced significant disregard for his needs/goals and well-being, and which he hasn’t really been given a solid reason to feel truly secure in since. If you fill in the black box of his interiority between the input (his past experiences) and the output (him going off on his own to solve his problems / hiding them from Dean / generally avoiding making demands of him and only confessing his love when he thinks he’s going to die), you’re given a picture of a relationship he must feel very insecure in. People do talk about the fact that the clearest moments of Dean caring about Cas are when Cas isn’t present (eg his grief in the widower arc), and of course the result of this is that Cas isn’t factoring any of this into his understanding of their relationship! He genuinely does not really have access to enough evidence to be confident that Dean caring about him isn’t a fragile thing – even if he happens to be the ‘best’ of Dean’s very few friends.
This is crucial to making sense of his behaviour in general, but it’s also especially crucial to how his behaviour should be post-confession. It’s a relationship he doesn’t have good reason to feel secure in, and he’s also just thrown a massive spanner into things – he’s going to be really stressed about the consequences of that! If you’re modelling him and Dean as long term solid best friends, one of whom just happens to have confessed feelings, then that’s not necessarily obvious, but the thing is they’re not – the dynamic that Cas has rocked doesn’t, from his perspective, have a stable enough foundation that he can be confident that he hasn’t damaged it irreparably. That’s not at all to imply that he’s right but just, on the basis of the evidence he has access to, those are fears it’s perfectly reasonable to have. Because even though the show refers to Dean and Cas as “best friends”, that actually has very little bearing on how Cas experiences their relationship, and I think that can get obscured sometimes.
#i couldn’t be bothered to track down the ‘love of my life’ post but if anyone has it#i would be delighted to link it#destiel#castiel#dean winchester#worded thoughts#spn
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Im playing with my ALT character in FFXIV, finishing HW questline (Finally!). For people that had played the game, Im just talking about Y'shtola when visiting Master Matoya and being scolded.
Now, as my reblogs has sugested, I have been playing BG3 lately and this just popped my mind yesterday.
What if this Tav have done something reckless like Y'shtola did back final ARR (you know, banquet CS :x). But instead of going to the lifestream, Tav did invoke flow magic, and they traversed the weave. They lost the light in their eyes and barely got snatched from the raging tempest that pure magic is.
So, when the tadfools (I read this in another tumblr and loved it) meet them, there was something uncanny about their eyes but being able to navigate as a normal person.
(TLDR, Yshtola can navigate using her magic, but the cost is her own lifeforce).
In an idle conversation with Gale, whom more or less can tell what they are doing, they confess what they did in the past and he is scandalized.
But then the tieflings (Zevlov, Dammon, Rolan) would overhear the other tadfools talking about it:
Zevlor:
In the beginning, he doesnt truly understands the implications of using this magic.
Magician things, he thinks.
But Tav eventually starts to involve themselves with the tiefling party, more and more, helping them constantly and even mediating with Kagha (and resolving the conflict, to at least give them some more time to prepare).
Is just then when Tav is reviewing Zevlor maps for a tactical meeting with the tadfools, that he asks.
Well, not ask, but more like in idle chat he mentions what is this potent magic they used before. Flow, was it?
They pause a second, frowning so subtle but still pondering his question.
“Well… I have to admit, this kind of magic is forbidden for a reason.”
And against better judgement, well, we all know Tav doesn’t have the best judgement. But sharing this kind of information is too sensitive.
But we are talking about Zevlor. Just because they know Zevlor won’t fail them, that they tell him the whole story.
And we know how Zevlor is.
His high regards for this person make his heart to ache. He curses himself for asking such topic, of course this was sensitive.
But what truly unsettles him is not the usage of prohibited enchantments. But the usage of their own life source to navigate as a normal person.
From that day on, he would always be pendant of Tav.
He knows they don’t need him to survive, hells, as the ex-general of the hellraiders he has show more weakness than this adventurer has ever show in their short fellowship.
But still he worries.
He worries they are exhausting themselves and it could be actually avoided if he was there.
So, from that day he would always extend his arm to Tav when he knows they needn't to godspeed to whom knows where.
He would delegate more of the menial task to his brothers, the ones he usually would ask Tav to take care.
Tav would realize what he is trying to do, and it made them feel all warm and fussy inside, but they assure the gentleman this isn’t necessary and they won’t be dying on him any time soon.
This spooks Zevlor a little, but he won’t stop anyway.
“You already have done so much for us, to tax you with more errands is wrong from me. Rest assured, if needed, I will reach you to find a solution to any problem we can actually not solve ourselves”.
He still will offer his arm to help Tav to rest their magical senses, and in a gesture of goodwill, Tav will rest their eyes in his presence, trusting this man to be their eyes from time to time.
This is honestly only an excuse to hang of Zevlor's arm. Not that he does mind. On the contrary, he actually enjoys the clinginess.
Rolan:
His jaw, for what Lia confess in the future, she never had seen Rolan’s jaw drop as bad as the day he heard from the same person what reckless thing they did.
Cal said they didn’t really think much about it back then, but once Rolan wouldn’t drop the topic they would start worrying. Worrying about this savior, worrying about their brother sanity.
He is mad, believe it or not.
When the topic drops for first time, he didn’t say much because he wouldn’t believe this random person could actually invoke so powerful magic AND survive it.
But as he watches this person navigate themselves in the groove, he actually starts to believe it. Many of this person quirks could be explained by the usage of mana to actually see.
Fool. He thinks. This fool wants to get themselves kill by the same hand that feeds them, by the hand of their mistress.
Its just when Tav comes backs from the Goblin attack that it actually sinks.
Uneasiness sinks.
He can tell even breathing is a colossal task, they barely can walk straight. Their hands shaking for overexertion.
And they do, they collapse as they are walking by Halsin side in their way to admonish Kagha.
Everyone reacts fast enough to stop their fall, but is Rolan whom offers succor.
“Let me help, all of you”. And he would start channeling their own mana to this person.
How could he not? Twice they risked their life for him. Well, not only him. Nevertheless, he felt indebted to this… newfold ally.
He offers the party to leave Tav with him until their business with Kagha is resolved, he would share a little of his mana to them so they *should* be fine once everything was discussed.
Or that he hopes.
From that day, he would always check on Tav every time they show themselves in the groove.
He would frown and scold them as kids for using their lifeforce in the groove.
Tav would look at him puzzled at first and with an exaggerated sigh (“Do I have to explain everything?), he would just take their hands and give them a little mana.
After that, he would boss around his little brothers to help Tav in their errands.
Cal and Lia would roll their eyes, and Tav would just hide a chuckle behind their hand, indicating them to follow, but they wouldn’t ask the brothers to do anything at all.
Barely to stand close the first times they were tasked with this “oh so huge errand”.
Then, they would free the siblings and send them directly to Rolan, making an excuse for them to say.
Probably about having to fight something not so dreadful, but hard enough to excuse the siblings.
Given, without the goblins and nothing stopping the Tiefling party, this wouldn’t last for long. But at least for a little while, he wanted to help.
Tav would low-key love how warm his hands feel and would make some couple of extra stops because they know Rolan will extend his hand as he is reading, his eyes not leaving his book. It is nice. They could grow used to this if this was actually safe (which is not, let me tell you. But they would indulge from time to time).
Dammon:
Just as Zevlor, he doesn’t really understand the implications of this.
But he does know Karlach has something in her mind.
Tav isn’t there actually, they are talking with another person in the Groove before the Goblin assault.
“Is everything alright?” he would ask in hopes to help his fellow tiefling friend.
And Karlach would sigh, how uncharacteristic of her. But the rambling after that sigh is very characteristic.
He understands little. But he knows this is serious enough for anybody with some decency to worry about Tav.
Tav in the other hand doesn't show any signs of discomfort or sign of tiredness, he supposes they have been doing this for a long time already.
He would, instead, work in something to help them. He might not be able to give mana like Rolan, nor would escort them in the groove since Zevlor already does that.
Instead, he would do what he knows better. Craft something to help Tav.
The question is what.
So, he studies the proprieties of different types of metals, which would be better suited to syphon magic from the ambient so they wouldn’t have to resort to use their own magic force to compensate for their blindness.
He does finds something and even when goldsmithing isn’t his forte, he is capable of making a necklace for them. It’s a little rudimentary, and he is bashful at first.
But Tav’s expression changes everything.
They cannot see the trinket, but they are holding it tight. He admires the way they’re *seeing* with their hands, taking care of examinate the gift.
He exhales the breath he was holding, smiling at them with fondness.
“I promise you, once I have my forge back, I will do something better for you.”
Tav fusses about it, giving him an embarrassed look. “You have done a lot for me already Dammon, I cannot repay you for something like this”.
He takes their hand between his and look at them tenderly.
“You have done way too much for us, refugees, there is no way we can repay *you* for something as unusual as your kindness."
They stay a minute like this, they might not be able to see his smile (and he comments it) but they are grateful still.
Let me self-indulge: After saying that, lamenting Tav cannot see him for they know he is honestly grateful, Tav would ask him if it was alright to touch his face, to feel what he is saying. Even if it takes him aback a little, he takes their hand and place it over his cheek, only for them to cup his face with their hands (before proceeding to map his face with such tenderness in their touches).
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Match-Up Exchange
These are some match-ups done for @milkteaandanime as part of a match-up exchange we agreed to! Thank you for reaching out and agreeing to do this exchange with me, apologies for getting these out a day later than intended but I hope you still enjoy them nonetheless :D You’ve been so sweet and I really enjoyed interacting with you, and you’re always welcome to pop back over to my blog with requests or wanting to chat at any time! :D Also this hasn’t been proofread so apologies in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes lol :)
For Demon Slayer, I’d Match You With:
Kyujuro Rengoku! :)
Reasoning:
I just felt like Kyojuro would be the absolute perfect partner for you. He’s such a caring, loving guy, and while he has some differences to you (like his more extroverted nature) he’s not overbearing about it in your relationships and I feel like those differences would honestly enhance your relationship rather than hinder it <3
Headcanons About Your Relationship:
- First off, I think Kyojuro would absolutely adore your more shy, gentle, nurturing behavior. He’s definitely much more bold and outgoing than you are lol but he’s also someone who really enjoys caring for and nurturing his loved ones, so the two of you are able to give that to each other and are both able to lean on each other when things get hard and you feel like you can’t tell anyone else :) And because you both have similar attitudes, it keeps either of you from overexerting yourselves for someone else as he always stops you from pushing yourself too far to help others and vice versa
- And he knows you’re not good at confrontation, and he’s more than willing to do it for you if you’re upset with someone else! Of course he doesn’t go nuclear or anything (unless they deserve it, he gets furious if anyone tries to seriously harm you), he’s a kind person at heart so he handles the issue well, but he’s not afraid to address any issues for you if you’re uncomfortable doing it yourself. And while he’s not always the most perceptive, he can usually tell when you’re upset with him, and he’ll give you the space to share those feelings with him rather than bottling them up so the two of you can communicate and solve the issue, because he never wants to hurt you or make you upset in any way <3
- He love love loves cooking for you as well! You know how he is about food lol so he’s always cooking up tasty meals for you, and he has a habit of including random ingredients into onigiri to see how it tastes, but he usually likes everything and isn’t super picky so you have to tell him if something tastes bad to you lol (idk if you’ve seen the “Will it Onigiri” series on TikTok but that’s kinda what I’m picturing here!) And if you hate one of his creations he always makes you a nice, fresh batch of milk tea to wash down the taste hehe
- And he absolutely ADORES your baking, this man would have such a sweet tooth so whenever he comes home at night or wakes up in the morning to the smell of baked goods in the air he rushes towards the kitchen with a wide, eager grin on his face as he waits to be the first to taste whatever he made <3 And he’ll eat things straight out of the oven too, this man’s mouth has lost ANY heat senses so he’ll have a whole dessert in his mouth and be chattering on about how delicious it was the second you’ve set the tray down to cool </3
- He thinks you’re so so beautiful as well, he was drawn to you from the moment he saw you and is still constantly telling you (very loudly, might I add) that you look absolutely stunning <3 He loves your round face and button nose and he’s constantly cupping your cheeks in his hands as he kisses your nose when you first wake up in the mornings, and I think he’d definitely be a curly hair guy so he LOVES your hair as well :)
- He thinks your fantasy maps are so cool too! :D I don’t think he’d have a whole lot of time to get into fantasy literature or games or anything just because of how busy his line of work is, but he always supports your interests and finds the maps in particular to be so incredibly cool :> He likes watching you make them sometimes, the process can be so creative and intricate and he will proudly display them in the house when you’re done with them if you’ll allow him to
- And as for quality time, boy does he give you plenty of that. I feel like Kyojuro is one of those people that could happily be around his partner all the time if he were able to, and while he will absolutely give you alone time if you ask for it (and he’s unfortunately kept busy a lot of the time with his work) he spends pretty much all of his free time with you <3 And he’s always doing cute little things for you like making you lunch boxes and writing sweet notes in all caps or tidying up the house on the rare occasion that he’s home and you’re not, in order to make you smile and take some stress off your shoulders
- He’s such a sucker for your gifts too, he always cherishes them and will show them off to anyone who will listen (especially Mitsuri because she loves hearing about how romantic you can be) If it’s something he’s able to carry with him while out on missions, he absolutely will, as carrying something you gave him is a nice token of home for him and reminds him what he’s fighting for when he’s struggling to get through a mission
Second Choice:
I chose this match pretty quickly for you honestly, but ironically, I think if I were to choose another match for you it would probably be Akaza lol. He would be so respectful towards you and would also encourage you to share your feelings, and he would absolutely not be afraid to show his love to you at all lol he treats you like a queen <3 I just felt like Kyojuro fit with you a little better so he won out in the end :)
Song For Your Relationship:
I Do Adore by Mindy Gledhill <3
For Bungou Stray Dogs, I’d Match You With:
Doppo Kunikida! :)
Reasoning:
This one I struggled with a bit more since I don’t know as many BSD characters, but when I looked through all of the ones I did know, I felt that Kunikida would be the best suited to you and your needs in a relationship <3 He may seem a bit loud and harsh at first, but with your gentle, shy nature he’d always return the same gentleness and respect towards you, and as the two of you grow closer I know he’d be the absolute dream partner for you
Headcanons About Your Relationship:
- He knows you’re very much a nurturing person, and while he does appreciate the ways in which you take care of him and all of those around you and occasionally seeks out your comfort and support after a particularly rough week, he’s honestly not in need of comfort a lot of the time and can be pretty self-sufficient most of the time. But he knows how you often over-exert yourself in favor of helping others, so he takes this as an opportunity to show you that same love and care you give to others, and to let you be taken care of for a change as he pampers and looks after you and your emotional needs rather than you always being the one to care for everyone else <3
- He’s another one I feel would adore your dark, curly/wavy hair, and he especially finds the little accessories you like to put in your hair so endearing <3 It’s a small thing, but it’s just so characteristically you that whenever he finds one of your little hairclips accidentally left at his home, the sight brings a soft smile to his face as it reminds him of you and how precious you are to him
- And he probably wouldn’t admit this to anyone else, but he’s absolutely a sentimentalist when it comes to your relationship and cherishes every gift you give him <3 He makes a point to use any gifts you’ve given him whenever possible in order to show his appreciation, and he keeps a meticulous list of things you like and have mentioned wanting so that he can also get you the perfect gifts whenever celebrations and/or holidays come around :D
- Early on in the relationship, I do think he may feel a bit awkward about showing his love for you, just because he’s not super experienced in relationships and is also afraid of ovestepping boundaries or making you uncomfortable (and also getting teased by his colleagues lol)
- And while he never really becomes a big PDA guy or anything, he definitely shows his love in other ways as your relationship progresses. He’s big on holding hands wherever you go together so that he never loses sight of you, and he can wax poetic about his love for you and write such heartfelt notes on special occasions to make sure you know how grateful he is that you choose to spend your life with him
- He would also really enjoy reading your writing, if you’ll allo him. He’d love it if you were willing to share such an intimate creation of yours with him as he knows how personal writing can be, and he’s filled with praises for you once he’s finished, as he wants to encourage your passions and make you feel safe to share your writing with him more often :>
- He’s not a big video game guy, but I think he would try to get into some for you. I don’t think he’d really enjoy any combat-heavy games as they frustrate him and he gets enough combat action in his regular life, but games more focused on story and adventure can get him absolutely HOOKED if you catch him at the right time (I feel like he’d really enjoy the Zelda games for example, and if you introduced him to a game like Stardew Valley he’d work SO fast but would refuse to marry anyone since he wants to stay loyal to you <3)
- And he’s very big on acts of service, Kunikida loves to know that he’s able to make your life easier in whatever way he possibly can because he hates to see you feeling so stressed so often, so he does everything he can to take some of that burden off of you. He’ll cook for both of you when he gets home on time, and he wakes up every morning to make you a nice cup of tea and your favorite breakfast so you have a nice way to start your day :]
Second Choice:
I considered matching you with Dazai as well, as I thought that the two of you shared some similar qualities and that the ways in which you oppose each other could make an interesting, fun relationship dynamic. I just wasn’t sure as I felt it may be difficult for him to handle heavy conversations especially when you’re upset with him, so I figured Kunikida may be a bit of a better fit as he’d be quick to understand your emotions and sensitivities while Dazai just may take a bit longer to figure that stuff out :]
Song For Your Relationship:
Count on Me by Bruno Mars <3
For Haikyuu, I’d Match You With:
Koshi Sugawara! :)
Reasoning:
There were several different Haikyuu boys I had in mind when thinking of your match-up, but in the end, Suga stood out to me as unlike all these other match-ups, I feel like both of you have so many similarities but are also SO different in some ways and so you’d just perfectly match up and complement one another in the best way :D
Headcanons About Your Relationship:
- For starters, I TOTALLY see Suga as a major cat dad lol once the two of you end up moving in together he immediately starts asking about getting a cat. And he’d splurge on expensive, high-quality food for the cat and tons of toys and such even on his teacher’s salary, and his absolute favorite thing to do at the end of a long day is to cuddle up in bed with you with the cat laying on top of or between both of you :D
- He’s another one who loves you’re style, he’s a big fan of the comfy and stylish combo. He loves when you wear warm, fuzzy sweaters and hoodies too lol since it makes it feel extra cozy when he wraps his arms around you, and he likes to help you get ready in small ways in the morning like buttoning your button-up for you just to get that small extra bit of time with you hehe :>
- He also thinks you’re very pretty, he loves your glasses and your eyes in particular <3 He thinks your eyes are just so mesmerizing, he can sometimes stare into hem for ages before you snap him out of it, and your glasses just accentuate them more and he thinks the gold in the frames brings out the color of your eyes too
- I think Suga would be super interested in all your creative hobbies, but drawing in particular would really catch his attention and intrigue him. Of course he loves to read anything you’ve written if you ask, but he’s especially fond of watching you draw, and if you ever draw anything for him he’ll definitely be dramatic and make a huge spectacle of it, and he’ll either hang it up in the house or in his classroom so he can show off what you made for him :)
- With your more shy and reserved nature when first getting to know people, Suga would be good at breaking the ice and making conversation with you at first when he can tell you’re still shy around him, but he’s just a little bit shy himself while also managing to come across as friendly and fun to be around, he’s the kind of person who feels easy to open up around because despite his jokes and teasing, you just know he’s got a heart of gold beneath it all and is never actually judging you
- And once your relationship is established and he knows just how much you’re always trying to be there for others, he makes it his personal goal to be that same person for you. He’s generally a pretty playful and energetic lover, but when he can tell you’re having a hard time he immediately drops all teasing and playfulness and switches into loving partner mode as he cradles you close and offers you all the reassurances you could ever dream of <3
- And with his job, even though he loves it, sometimes he comes home feeling completely exhausted or burnt out or even unappreciated. And usually on those days, all he asks of you is just to let him lay his head in your lap and comb your fingers through his hair as he rants about his crappy day and gets all those negative feelings out of his system
- And honestly I feel like he’d love playing video games with you, especially cozy games or building games :> If you two make a Minecraft world together he loves going onto it when you’re not home and picking a bunch of flowers to give to you when you join the game or joking about your Minecraft beds being next to each other <3
Second Choice:
I also really considered either Asahi or Kita when choosing your match-up. Both of them felt like they’d be amazing partners to you and would be able to fulfill a lot of your needs, but honestly, I just thought that the dynamic between you and Suga would be so perfect that he ended up winning over those two in the end despite how lovely all three of them are :>
Song For Your Relationship:
Would You Be So Kind by Dodie <3
For Attack on Titan, I’d Match You With:
Armin Arlert! :)
Reasoning:
I know this one seems totally obvious considering your profile picture lol but I promise I tried not to be biased with this and to come into it with an open mind, he just seemed to be the clear best option to me when reading about the kind of person you’d want to be with as well as the kind of person you are. He’s very different from a lot of the other AOT men and I think that he’s uiquely suited to you and your needs and wants in a relationship, and the two of you would truly be like two peas in a pod together
Headcanons About Your Relationship:
- He knows how you love the sky pretty much the same way he loves the sea, so he loves to combine those two loves and take you to the beach where he can stare at the ocean as he leans against you, while you can lay on the nice, comfy towel he brought and stare up at the sky <3 If you two go at night I think he’d enjoy stargazing with you too, as it helps bring him out of all the worries in his mind for a moment and lets him think about something far off into space and just enjoy the moment with you
- Armin would also be SUCH a cat person omg he’s the type of guy who would see some stray kittens hanging around scout headquarters and leave out food for them to make sure they don’t go hungry <3 And once the dust has settled on everything and the two of you are able to move in together he does the same thing, and you two would probably eventually end up adopting at least one of the strays as you both just completely fall in love with it
- This may seem like something simple, but I feel like Armin really enjoys your aesthetic and your color palette in general. He adores all the blues and pale shades, and though he’s always complimenting you because he wants to make sure you always feel loved and admired by him, he’s a little bit extra complimentary whenever he notices you wearing one of his favorite blue pieces of clothing hehe
- And he’s absolutely big on reading and literature, so when he finds out you enjoy writing in your free time, he would find it so admirable. He knows that writing can be an emotional outlet for some people and may be sensitive to share, so he never pushes you, but if you offer to let him read something of yours his eyes would literally sparkle with excitement lol he’d immediately jump at the opportunity and tell you everything he adores about what you’ve written
- I think after everything he’s been through, Armin has times where he really struggles with his mental health, and he often has nightmares in particular. He has some similar fears with you like the thought of losing everyone he loves, and the thought that he’s a horrible person and everyone will eventually grow to despise him also often haunts him in his sleep, and it’s those times in particular that he could not be more grateful for your nurturing aura <3 Being able to cry it out in your arms and listen to your reassurances after a particularly horrible nightmare is what keeps him going through each day sometimes, and he always makes sure to show his appreciation for all the emotional support you show him
- And of course he shows you that same support as well. Armin is an incredibly perceptive person, so even if you don’t tell him something’s wrong, he’s always quick to notice and address it so that he can comfort you in return. If someone’s causing you problems he’s more than happy to confront them, but if you’re just in need of some affection and a listening ear while you vent or some reassurance, he’s amazing at that as well as he always knows how to make you feel heard and loved
- He’d also be really big on quality time, given the things he’s experienced and the losses he’s suffered he knows how easily it is to lose the ones you love most without ever expecting it, so he’s careful to never take his time with you for granted. He often plans dates or occasions for you two to spend time together, and even if you’re just relaxing in bed together and each doing separate things, just being with you and knowing that you’re still there beside him warms his heart and puts his mind at ease
- He loves when you wear cozy clothes, especially sweaters and hoodies. They make hugs with you feel so warm and fuzzy, and he’s a big fan of just coming up to you and nuzzling into your chest or laying his head on your stomach when you have a nice, warm sweater on and he’s in need of a little extra affection
Second Choice:
Honestly this one was tougher, Armin felt like a pretty perfect match for you and not a lot of other AOT guys really stood out to me in comparison. I think either Reiner or Jean could also match with you well, as I believe they could be the type to be more observant and sensitive towards your feelings in a relationship in comparison to a lot of other AOT men and could be the kind of partner you would want, but Armin is just such a perfect pick that it felt hard to consider anyone else.
Song For Your Relationship:
This is gonna sound so cliche lol but Akuma no Ko by Ai Higuchi <3
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Genshin Headcanons: Sibling Edition!
Traveler: has a burning passion for stealing all your clothes, big or small Theyre theirs now.
Aether: If you don’t label your food before you put it in the fridge, it’s his. Whether it’s a jar of pickles, or leftover cake, he’ll finish the whole thing in one sitting.
Lumine: wakes you up by death metal screaming in the shower and her annoying ass alarm.
Paimon: starts fights and then runs behind you because aw hell nah I ain’t fighting that bitch- she did once break your wrist when you were younger though so uH.
Amber: insists she’s not touching you, tells the worst best jokes, and will bring you bugs to show them off. Her favorites are scorpions it’s horrifying. Also has a pet bunny you share, his name is Philanthropy because you wouldn’t let her name him the Baron.
Noelle: she’s the sweetest sister ever. Baked your birthday cake, and it was delicious you almost cried. She also teaches you how to clean and broke a harbingers face open for attempting to enhance in combat with you. She scares and cares for you. Double edged sword.
Kaeya: Gave himself a mullet in the bathroom at your middle school, and has no sense of direction. You are his google maps. You spend everything nights talking shit and trying to get him not to steal your expensive perfume/cologne/teabags.
Diluc: Had no sense of style for a good while so you had to pick out his clothes for the longest time. If he can’t figure out an outfit he just robs your closet.
Lisa: exclusively shops at book stores and introduced you to several wlw books. You think she has a crush on Jean, but every timer you ask she smiles scarily. Good anime recommendations tho.
Venti: steals alcohol and bribes you with his iPod to get you not to snitch to your parents. Is also the only one with a car so you rely on him for transportation.
Jean: will fuck any of these bitches up in your defense. Doesn’t matter who or why they’re free game for pissed off older sister. Golden child syndrome and has higher expectations of herself then Mt Everest.
Barbara: purposely uses her hydro vision to make her rain drop win the race. Will win any bet you make with her and enforces a heavy interest fee. Also sings in the shower, and will kiss your bruises to make you feel better before bandaging.
Rosaria: owns serval copies of ‘Art of War’, books that discusses women’s suffrage through out history and where there rights stand now, and could kill a man with her pinkie. She also loses horrifically at uno though so she’s not that cool.
Klee: helps you make bombs to prank her siblings (Jean, Albedo, Razor). Also is the only reason you passed chemistry, but we don’t ask about why she knows those formulas.
Diona: use to spend her nights making complex cocktails for you to try with whatever is in the fridge. The best one was half milk, quarter apple juice, quarter orange and a hint of cranberry.
Razor: the younger sibling who brings you a bunch of random shit because he wants your approval. You’ll fuck up anyone who makes the baby sad.
Eula: if anyone fucks with you, they fuck with her. She terrified the majority of mondstadt citizens into leaving you the fuck alone. Please share your expensive tea set with her girly needs to relax. She also takes you ice fishing but it’s really just her diving into dragonspine lakes and catching them bear handed.
Bennett: absolute menace to society. This is the third time you’ve accidentally burnt down the kitchen. MAKING CEREAL. The two of you watch movie marathons together though, and you’ve trained him to be less chaotic for headpats.
Fischl: Your best friend. Doesn’t matter if you’re siblings the two of you talk so much shit together and so fancily too… it’s great. She also has a great taste in metal music.
Sucrose: is the only one you trust to dye and take care of your hair besides Aether. She has the most complicated but best hair care routine you’ll ever know. Her skincare too??? Immaculate.
Albedo: likes to show off your baby photos, and has a collection of photos of the two of you over the years. Also taught you basic Alchemy, and teaches you how therapeutic art is. Also would slowly close the fridge and try to balance the light switch with you.
Fakebedo: taught you combat and likes to take you out to throw rocks at passing bystanders. Venti fears you because whenever he tries to throw them back at him you appear with Diona held above your head. Instant god repellent.
Mona: You have a schedule of when to bring her food and will not hesitate to break into this mf’s house. You’ve done it once before.
Timmy: you might’ve broken Kaeya’s nose for fucking with your little brother. Only you can bully him, no one else.
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Here’s the Mondstadt edition! Have a nice day y’all! :D
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you’re not sure and i don’t know
prequel ficlet #1 to swear that it was something, requested by @amaragf
If you had asked El a year ago if she thought she’d ever find herself breaking up with Mike Wheeler, the honest answer might have actually been yes.
She never would have admitted it, of course, because girlfriends aren’t supposed to want to break up with their boyfriends, not unless something very bad happens between them, and in El’s eyes, Mike was stupid, but he wasn't evil. He hadn’t done her some great injustice (noun; lack of fairness), and she knew she cared about him. He wasn't always the best boyfriend, but he was hers, and he cared, and El hadn’t been used to people caring about her. It was something she wanted to cling to for as long as possible.
That being said, she technically already has broken up with Mike once, even if she didn’t fully understand what she was doing at the time, and even if it hadn’t lasted all that long. She hadn’t even felt sad about it - in fact, she’d felt almost giddy (adjective; having a sensation of dizziness), high fiving Max and feeling like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, all the confusion gone.
But then Mike had told her he loved her- or tried to, anyway, and that had been that. They’d gotten back together, and El is fine with that.
Or, at least, she was. But it’s been a few months since the Upside Down went away, and now that the threat of losing Mike and everyone else to Henry is gone, El has been thinking that maybe she doesn’t need to cling to him so tightly anymore. There is no spark in their relationship, like Dustin might say - they barely talk anymore, and for a while El was able to blame it on the aftermath of the Upside Down, the shuffle of her and Hopper moving in with the Byers at their new house in Hawkins, going over the official story with Owens and signing even more government-issued documents saying they won’t tell anyone what really happened. El is fine with keeping it a secret, honestly - she’s not sure why any of them would want to rehash (verb; put (old ideas or material) into a new form) any of that anyway. But it’s been three months now, and school is out for the summer, and the two of them are running out of excuses to put off the conversation that El knows Mike must know is coming too.
Which is how she finds herself cross-legged on her bed, Mike seated across from her looking somber (adjective; dark or dull in tone). He’d been over at the Byers’ house anyway, helping Will design a new campaign for their dragon game, and El had asked to borrow him with no small amount of trepidation (noun; a feeling of fear or agitation). He’s usually hanging around the house like this, but his main interest seems to be Will rather than El. It makes sense, El supposes, because they are best friends, and she usually prefers to hang out with Max, who is her best friend, rather than Mike anyway, but- well, that’s sort of the problem.
“Mike,” she says now, running over the carefully rehearsed words she has mapped out in her brain and already knowing she’s going to forget most of them, “I love you.”
Mike’s eyes widen, and an emotion that can only be described as panic flashes across his face. El has gotten used to it, over these past few months, over the last year, really. It doesn’t even sting anymore. That’s been a big part of her realizations lately - she got the I love you, back in the pizza dough freezer while she fought for her life, and it still wasn't enough. She’d somehow convinced herself it would fix everything, but had failed to consider the fact that Mike would have to actually mean it in order for it to do that. And in any case, she’s not even sure she loves him either, at this point. Not as more than a friend, anyway.
“Uh,” Mike starts, and El holds up a hand, putting him out of his misery.
“Let me talk,” she says sternly, and Mike falls silent, bobbing his head meekly and blushing something furious. “I love you,” she says again, “And I do not want to lose you. But,” she continues before Mike can try to protest again, mouth falling open and cheeks flushing redder, “I do not think that being your girlfriend is helping either of us.”
Mike freezes with his hand raised slightly into the air, halfway toward making a point. “Oh,” he says, more relief squeezed into the single syllable than El thought possible. “Oh, that’s- okay.”
Part of El had expected him to fight for her, to argue, to at least pretend, but after the past few months it makes sense that he wouldn't. They’re both just tired, at this point. It’s not worth fighting over anymore.
It doesn’t hurt the way it should, but it does spark fear in her, that he can let her go so easily. “I do not want to lose you,” she says again, fingertips digging into her sheets, desperate to make this point clear. “I want us to be friends. You are very important to me, and I love you, but I do not think that I am in love with you and I do not think you are in love with me.”
At this phrasing, a flicker of fear passes over Mike’s face, and he leans away just barely. “You- who else would I feel that way about, though,” he says tightly, huffing a half-laugh that sounds anything but genuine.
El frowns at him. “I do not know,” she says, confused, “I am just saying that- we are not romantic.” She’d had to consult her dictionary in preparation for this conversation, the big one that Hopper had gotten her for her birthday the summer before he fake-died. Romantic is what she and Mike are supposed to be. Platonic is closer to what they actually are - provided they get out of this conversation relatively unscathed.
“Oh,” Mike says, shoulders relaxing a little as he seems to catch her meaning, and he nods. “Yeah, that makes sense. I mean, I care about you, and I wanted to love you the way you wanted me to, I really did, but I just…” he trails off, eyes drifting away from her, landing somewhere in the vicinity of the wall above her head, the one that holds a painting Will had made for her. Mike has a similar one in his room, except that that one has the rest of the Party and all of their dragon-game costumes, and El’s is just of her and Will.
“I know,” El says gently, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his knee, and that seems to bring Mike back into focus, his gaze snapping back to hers. “It is okay. I do not want to force you into something that you don’t want, and I think- I need to be my own person.” She’s been thinking about that a lot lately - Max has been talking about independence recently, ever since she and Lucas broke up, and the word sounds nice in El’s brain. She doesn’t want Mike dragging her down anymore, even if he hadn’t been doing it on purpose.
Mike smiles a little bit hesitantly, reaching out to cover El’s hand with his own. “I think that’s a great idea,” he says softly, and for the first time in a long time, sounds like he’s being genuine. El beams.
“So we can be- platonic, then?” she asks, just to make sure she has it right. “Friends?”
Mike laughs, sounding a little choked up. His eyes are wet around the corners, relief seeping out of his every movement as he scoots closer and squeezes El’s hand. “Yeah, of course. Best friends.”
El rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “I thought that Will was your best friend,” she points out.
For some odd reason, this makes Mike’s shoulders tense again, eyes flicking back over to the painting. “I- yeah,” he says haltingly, biting his lip. “Yeah, we are.” His voice oddly soft, a faint blush coloring his cheeks, and he hurriedly glances back to El. “I mean- well, all you guys are my best friends,” he says, which is maybe the most nonsensical thing he’s ever said (and there is a lot to choose from). “Even Max, but if you tell her that I’ll kill you.”
El ignores the last part, frowning. “You cannot have more than one best friend,” she says primly. Now that she thinks about it, though, she can’t remember Mike ever specifically calling Will his best friend. It was just something that she knew. Will is special to Mike, that much is obvious - it’s different than it is with their other friends. That must make him a different sort of friend than the others, doesn’t it?
“Not true!” Mike squawks anyway, indignant (adjective; feeling or showing annoyance). “You’re all my best friends.”
“I was your girlfriend ten minutes ago,” El points out, still frowning at him, and he rolls his eyes, “And that defeats the purpose of best friend. It is not logical.”
“I call bull on your logic,” Mike says, which is not a very good counterargument, but El is willing to let it slide because this is the longest conversation they’ve had in months, and El has missed him. Maybe not in a romantic way, but definitely in a platonic one. “Dustin is always saying the same thing,” Mike adds, smirking.
“Dustin is very smart,” El sniffs, and Mike laughs, even though it wasn't a very funny thing to say. El feels like laughing too, actually, so full of relief that it’s spilling out of her. “He is very logical.”
“He’s annoying is what he is,” Mike says, and El laughs, tilting forward and tightening her grip on his hand, and then they’re both laughing, foreheads pressed against each other and hands clasped together.
“I do love you, you know,” Mike says quietly when they calm down a little, glancing up at her with wide, happy eyes. He so rarely looks at her with such affection anymore, and the knowledge that they’ve finally stopped making each other miserable warms El to her core, as does his proclamation. Maybe it’s not in the way she thought, but it’s nice to know that he does care, after all. She’s done losing people.
“I know,” she says, smiling, and it feels like a promise.
#ficlet#i need to start a ficlet tag for my blog lmk if yall have any cute suggestions for names#elmax#el hopper#mike wheeler#platonic elmike#st fic#happy valentine's day here's a breakup fic <33
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{Hello! Here is my half of the matchup trade!!}
{☆} Name: Astraea
{☆} Demon slayer and Aot! (Male results please!
{☆} Female, She/her
{☆} 17, 15-20
{☆} INFP, (yay twinsies!!) 2w1 enneagram also know as the ‘Companion’.
I’m pretty shy/ reserved most of the time though I make an effort to not come off as cold or unexpressive, I always try to smile and I love doing things to make others happy. I’m a nurturer at heart and I always strive to make things easier for everyone around me, even at the cost of my own time. I’m not very good at confrontation so I could see that as being a flaw in the sense that I could keep on bottling negative things up until I have a break down or something, so I could really use someone who would care just as much as I try to. I’m pretty sensitive, on the inside more then the outside, so I think if I was with someone who didn’t pay attention or care about my feelings, I would get worn out pretty easily.
{☆} likes: I like writing, creating characters and stories to go with them. I like drawing and baking, as well as cooking. I like to read in my free time and I’ve always been fascinated by the sky, whether it’s at night or in the day. I could stare at it for hours on end and not be bored. (Idk if that’s weird or not lol) I love milk tea and onigiri!! My favorite colors are cream/white, light blue and dark blue. Dislikes: the thought of loosing everyone I’m close to, people that take advantage of others, and papaya I guess?? It’s hard to think of things lol.
{☆} I have a pretty average body shape I think, edging toward curvy with a short torso and longer legs. I have a round face,long eyes lashes, a button nose and dark brown, small-ish upturned hooded eyes. My hair is inky black and curly/wavy depending on the day. I have round glasses and I like to wear cute clips and rubber bands in my hair.
{☆} reading, writing, drawing, making fantasy maps, playing video games and more
{☆} I like to wear comfy but stylish clothes, so baggy pants and a button up+ sweater or hoodie, sometimes a casual dress with leggings. I like to wear lighter colors, most of the time blues whites creams and green.
{☆} Receiving: I honestly prefer quality time and acts of service the most. It makes me feel like I’m worth something and like the person actually likes to be around me. Giving: i tend to show people I love them by acts of service and words of affirmation. Once I’m close, the compliments will keep on coming. I’m very loyal and will do pretty much anything for a spouse as long as I love them and feel comfortable with them.
{☆} Someone who shows appreciation for me, makes me feel loved despite my flaws, and someone who can understand my feelings. I don’t think I’d get along with someone who is materialistic, as I really appreciate it when people find beauty in the small things. Introvert or extrovert doesn’t really matter, as long as they’re not overbearing/macho or controlling if you know what I mean.
Thank you so much!! I’ll get your matchup out asap!! ^^
Hi hi~! I absolutely LOVE your name! Also you seem like such a wholesome, pure soul 🥹.
This is a match up exchange and I’ve had so much fun with it! Please check out their page! 💜
In KNY, I ship you with…Tanjiro!
You and Tanjiro are such pure and kind people! Your personality also reminds me of Tanjio’s too. Even though the saying is “opposites attract”, I truly think you and Tanjiro would make such a wonderful and loving couple. And I feel like your similarities will give you both a better understanding of each other.
Tanjiro will appreciate you taking care of him and healing him back to good health after missions. Although he feels great amount of guilt for making you worry about him. He still finds it very sweet and makes sure you know how grateful he is to have you!
Whenever both of you have any down time, Tanjiro makes an effort to set up cloud/star gazing dates. He absolutely finds your fascination with the sky so cute and endearing.
Tanjiro is very doting with his friends and family. And he wouldn’t be any different with you! I can see him always making sure you’re taken care of to. Making sure you’re eating and resting when you need to. I think he’d be very in-tuned with your feelings too.
Tanjiro loves all the cute accessories you put in your hair and will ask if he can braid your hair sometimes. He enjoys how playing with your hair relaxes him after a stressful training session. Nezuko definitely wants to turn after he’s done playing with your hair lol.
Overall, just a very pure and beautiful relationship~!
In AOT, I ship you with…Amrin!
Another man who is super sweet and kind. I have a sense that you two are very loyal to your loved ones!
Armin will enjoy baking with you as a stress reliever. He’ll also playfully dip his finger in the batter and bop you on the nose just to hear your sweet laugh~
This boy gets SO blushy and flustered every time you compliment him lol. He can’t help but stutter a quiet “thank you” and gently kiss you on the cheek. He’s so happy, but his brain malfunctions and doesn’t know what to do. Also expect Jean to tease him every time he see you two together lol.
Armin also enjoys his laying video games with you. More so the fact that he can think up some strategies to help you beat the boss levels.
Armin admires your caring and nurturing personality. You give him so much strength and love on his more tougher days. He knows he can lean on you and he hopes to be a safe place for you too.
Armin would be so sweet and attentive to you. And I can see you being the same for him, which He’s very grateful for!
I hope you enjoyed your side of the exchange. I had so much fun with this~! ☺️
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