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snowyfrostshadows · 2 years

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Bit of dialogue practice/test to see if I could actually for realsies write these characters and not just. Do a bunch of doodles.

In which Mario thinks over a recent boss fight and talks with his brother.

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Mario leaned his head back on a tree and sighed.

The fight for the first star piece honestly hadn’t been the toughest or hardest fight he’d ever been in. In fact, if it had happened less than a week ago, he’d probably have been able to win it easily without a second thought.

As it stood though, he’d just stood there, frozen, unable to move an inch as the amalgamation of Koopas moved to rip him into shreds. If Luigi hadn’t been there, jumping in front of him to block the hit and then throw one of his own back at the...thing Dimento had presumably created, then there was a good chance that would have been his last fight.

Mario couldn’t help the bitter snort that escaped him.

It should have been obvious, what Dimento had taken from him, as revenge for beating him the last time and to use to remake himself.

His Bravery.

Somehow, even after they’d put together the aspects of the others’ that had been stolen were what was what they were best known for, the question of what that would be for Mario...had never really come up.

...well, no. It kinda had. But he’d brushed it off.

He still felt like himself. Still acted and talked like he always did, unlike Peach and Luigi. And unlike Bowser, he’d never relied on brute strength to get out of a jam so that had never been a concern.

So, maybe a small, selfish, egotistical part of himself thought he’d lucked out. Was the same hero who’d save the day and set everything back to normal as always.

Who’d have guessed that promising to save the world and actually doing it were two different things?

The sound of approaching footsteps jolted him out of his thoughts and prompted him to attempt to pull himself together enough to at least look as cool and collected as he normally did after a fight.

“So do you always dip out on the after-party or is it just cuz I’m here?”

The faux calm he’d managed to dig up promptly deserted him as his brother made his way into his little hiding spot.

It wasn’t that he was...unhappy to be traveling with him and actually working together to collect the various stars needed to stop Dimento. Big adventures like these with his brother were a rarity and somewhat of a treat. And, and, he wouldn’t even still be here if it wasn’t for Luigi!

It just.

It didn’t quite feel the same. Luigi wasn’t the same. It wasn’t his fault Mario was having a hard time connecting this new…..aggressive side to his brother to the one he was used to.

“No. I just…” Mario trailed off, not entirely sure how to articulate his feelings in a way that wouldn’t upset his brother. “...I guess. I just feel...the party’s not really for me?”

Luigi raised an eyebrow. “Didja somehow miss all the Toads coming up to thank you for personally defeating Dimento’s paper-mache project and making it safe to leave their little village again? I mean, I don’t blame you if you did, it was kinda sickening how they went on and on about it. Like. We get it, you’re too stupid to figure your way out of a paper bag let alone avoid getting captured and eaten. Move on already.”

“That’s not it.” Mario snapped before taking a deep breath. His brother didn’t really mean to say that. That was just the No-Heart-Thing talking. He normally got along great with Toads.

“Then what?”

“I just. Why did you tell them that I was the one to beat the monster? Not you? I just stood around like like-”

“An idiot?” Luigi interrupted dryly. He shrugged. “Apart from not wanting them to fawn all over me, seriously, how do you put up with that? It’s annoying; I knew if Dimento’s little arts-and-crafts project hadn’t thrown you for a loop, you’d have dealt with it easy. Like you always do. Why does it matter who the Toads think save them anyway? They’re happy and it’s another big party for you. Win-Win.”

Mario frowned. Luigi made it sound like he thought he only cared about getting rewarded for doing good and not because it was the right thing to do.

“I. I don’t. Care about the party.” Luigi snorted but Mario pressed on. “I care about being honest about who actually saved them. Which was you! And every time I tried to say anything, you spoke louder or cut me off!”

Luigi rolled his eyes. “Right. Because who’d believe The Great Mario lost a fight and his dumb loser brother had to bail him out? Toads are stupid but they’re not that stupid. But fine, if you’re being all mopey over proper credit, you can fight the next thing Dimento sends our way and I’ll stay on the sidelines. Would that work for you, Red?”

At the mention of another monstrosity rearing its’ ugly face at them, the rest of Luigi’s rant faded into the background as his heartbeat seemed to roar in his ears.

He couldn’t.

The first big fight was always the easiest but he couldn’t fight, couldn’t move.

And and it only get tougher! More teeth! More claws!

Not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not aga-

“-rio! Mario!”

Slowly, Mario found himself out of his sudden spiral to find himself face to face to a very familiar worried Luigi.

He wanted to laugh but found there was a sharp pressure on his chest so he ended up taking a couple of rattling breaths of air.

“Hey hey hey? You back with me?”

Numbly, Mario nodded and Luigi offered him a weak grin. “Good. That’s uh. That’s Good. I’m uh. Gonna grab your hand here. And just. Help it off your chest there so you can get some more air? Yeah?”

Oh. That. That was why that hurt. He’d been squeezing at his...heart? Why would he-?

“Sheesh you’ve got a hell of a grip. C’mon R-Mario, Easy breaths. Relax. In, out, in, out, and there we go. Why don’t we take a seat huh? Unwind a little?”

Mario felt himself being gently guided to a nearby stump and pulled down while Luigi sat down next to him and awkwardly rubbed his back.

Gradually, Mario felt his breathes become more even and his heart-rate settle back down.

“Sorry.”

Mario looked up. Luigi had pulled away from him and had his hands clasped firmly together as he stared at the ground. “I saw you were getting worked up and instead of backing off, just dug in deeper.” A hard laugh escaped him. “Some brother amiright?”

“No. It wasn’t you.”

Luigi shot him an unimpressed look. “Really. Coulda fooled me. I mean, I sent the Ma-” he grimaced, “you into a panic attack. And assumin’ you’ve never had one before and I’m the only one here…”

Mario shook his head. “It wasn’t you.” he insisted more firmly. And it wasn’t. If it was anyone’s fault it was Dimento’s for starting this whole mess.

“I was. Terrified at the thought at having to do this all again. That’s all.”

Luigi stared at him for a moment before his mouth twitched into a half smile. “You? Scared? You? I know you don’t wanna hurt my feelings Red, but you can come up with a better lie than that.”

Mario shrugged and leaned back. “It’s not a lie. Promise. Dimento took my courage and the idea of facing off against him and more of his monsters makes me want to turn back to Peach’s Castle and let someone else deal with all this for once.”

Luigi was staring at him wide-eyed. “Are you. Are you sure? Like, me sending you into a panic attack is a lot more believable than that!”

Mario shrugged again. “Is it? I mean, he took Bowser’s Strength, Peach’s Patience, y-your Heart. Why not my bravery as well? It’d definitely make things easier for him, don’t you think?”

“I guess so….” Luigi frowned and gave him a hard look. “But are you seriously just gonna throw in the towel because some color-repulsed two-bit clown says you aren’t brave?”

“I don’t know. Probably not, I don’t want to let anybody down but if I can’t even fight back-”

Luigi jumped up, furious. “Who cares what anybody thinks or expects from you! Hell! I’ll fight everyone myself so you can have a direct line to the stupid clown personally! Whatever new body he dreams up for himself will probably be as stupid and easy to hit as it was last time, no bravery needed!”

Mario felt himself smiling a little despite how off-putting it was to see Luigi of all people vow to hit as many enemies as possible.

“You think it’ll be that easy?”

Luigi gave a small sniff and scowled. “If I can get over my fears, you should be able to handle the one fight that’d make all of this shit worth it.”

Mario blinked. “Fears?”

Luigi looked at him like he was the dumbest person on the planet. And honestly, maybe at this point he was.

“Dimento took my heart not my overwhelming fear of everything.” Luigi’s scowl deepened. “Which is such a jerk move of him. ‘What-we’re-most-well-known-for’ my ass. Because when anyone thinks of me, their first thought is ‘my heart’ and totally not ‘scared-of-my-own-shadow’” Luigi threw his arms up with a look of disgust. “Stupid clown.”

Mario stared at his brother in disbelief as he mentally went over the stupid fight from earlier. How Luigi had never once faltered his step during it and seemed to take vicious delight in throwing everything he had at the monster, eerily akin to what he’d been like brainwashed into thinking he was a minion for Count Bleck.

Luigi paused at Mario’s disbelieving look. “I am! Still, y’know, scared of stuff. It’s just.” He grimaced and looked away as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Got some other emotions and junk working with it. If that makes sense.”

“...If you say so.”

Luigi frowned, and...something flickered in his expression that Mario couldn’t quite read before it was gone again.

“Believe me, don’t believe me, I don’t care. But uh. If this is gonna be a Thing where I do all your fights for you, then you should probably hold onto these.”

From a pocket, Luigi took out the small star piece that he’d recovered after the fight. It was a beautiful thing, glowing softly with a cool red light.

“If I’m doing all the jumping,” a small smirk pulled on Luigi’s face like he’d said something funny “then someone should keep these safe. And who knows, maybe with enough of them, you’d get some of your courage back.”

Mario smiled and gently took the star from his brother, marveling at the faint warmth it gave off and how it seemed to glow a little brighter in his hands than it had in Luigi’s.

“I’ll take good care of them.”

Luigi snorted. “Course you will, you’re Mario, Hero of the Mushroom Kingdom. If anyone can keep something safe it’s you. Now c’mon. There’s a party going on back in the village and if you don’t come back with me, I swear I am going to kick Toads into a tree until they get the hint to leave me alone.”

A small laugh escaped him at the mental image, even if he felt horrible at the thought. “You wouldn’t”

Luigi smirked, “I dunno Red, I don’t have a heart remember? Who knows what I’d do?”

#unnamed spm fic #*peppers in some hints that luigi may or may not be mr.l-ing this*#is this too obvious???#i feel like i'm being too blunt but boy oh boy is trying to write identity problems rough #especially when the pov character is how we say oblivious?#honestly it's all probably ooc and a smidge of a mess #mario #luigi #mr. l #sorta #one plus side to writing this out; got some better ideas for the actual fic like......what the heck the'd be fighting i guess #tw: language #my fics

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gothasmo · 10 months

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If Ais potentially finds MC at the beginning and brings them to Kuras, I wonder if Kuras directs patients that are beyond his abilities to the Seaspring as a last resort as their final choice...

#just replayed the demo bc reasons #and i was considering that Kuras respects Ais and Ais helps out there #i didnt consider that maybe some of the diseased folks etc might be funneled in that direction.#presuming kuras cant fix Everything.#only background i haven't playtested an MC for yet is the hound... my unnamed is my primary and the alt is gonna be alchemist.#and bc i miss my er ocs... i did twins again #im just so Thoughts about this game for the next two years. love that for me 😭#Ais and Kuras being friendly is so weird to me. like if Kuras thinks Leander and Aid are trustworthy it makes me more comfy with them #altho watch my easy trust in Kuras get sliced to shreds in game lmao #like Kuras has been to the Seaspring... he knows what that shit is. and is apparently comfy with it enough to not hate Ais #unless Kuras is secretly some sort of terrifying sadist and Im making a critical error in trusting his perspective #I genuinely love Ais a lot and Im hoping it isnt like too terrifying with the Groupmind stuff... 💀#i like that Ais seems to want MC to keep their identity and maybe accept their own monstrous aspects #but also one fear what if groupmind gets greedy the more Ais likes you #over here praying for poly route with ais and vere for one of my MCs tbh #also angel lore. are angels connected to a singular god concept?#unnamed is from a temple etc. and theoretically was manipulating worshippers into Enlightened states with their touch #before they grew to fear the power when it was exposed as a curse. eventually seeing themselves as a monster at the beginning of the demo #i just really need to know if there are multiple religions and the placement of angels therein...#like they mention an abbess at the senobium.... so like. nuns? is this just monotheistic faith for humans...?#where does the veil and fogfall fit in? if so many places for humans are destroyed with few cities theoretically...#I'm assuming youd have all sorts of superstitious faiths cropping up qnd ofc cults. like monster worshipping cults and random ones #tag rant sorry it's 3M and im in Thoughts #im terrified I'm going to get obsessed with backgrounds for these MCs that wont work with the setting. trying to keep them flexible

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ivebeenmade · 2 years

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She had many hours of little delights and surprises. It's been a long time since a shopping trip, a predictable daytime schedule, and the feeling that everything could be good for the rest of the day. That even tomorrow might be alright. Just an hour ago, she retreated after just once being told no. It wasn't even a firm no, or a for sure annoyance coming person who made their case against fantastic idea.

But it was enough friction that now she's sitting almost silently, in the passenger's seat, leaning really close to me each time she declares yet again 'I was doing better. We were having fun. Not stressing, making us sick. What even are you doing.'

#unnamed alter #did #system #sort of losing one to the background whil I settle back in #had to get this fresh-ish #journal #personal #dissociative identity disorder #tw dissociation #queued #written on #october 13 2022

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kingly-court · 16 days

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I’m doing very important research rn

#Them……. my beloveds #I was trying to identity an unnamed creature in an image - I think he’s a shrew

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takethistoyourstardust · 1 year

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U-SAN RELEASED A NEW SONG, STARTED STREAMING FOR REAL AGAIN, AND COLLABED WITH SHOTO AND NONE OF YOU THOUGHT TO TELL ME?!?!?!?!

#I LOVE THEIR VOICE SO MUCH STREAM SUMMER SONG BY UNNAMED #i found them thru a previous identity (if u know u know) and seeing them active again... FEELS GOOD MAN!!!!!!!!#the Mage rambles

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myalgicencephalomyelitiscfstom · 5 months

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Key themes from this conversation:

Grief is at the center of the chronic illness experience for many people but often goes unnamed. As people lose parts of their life–capabilities, spontaneity, aspects of identity, there is inevitably a grieving process associated with those losses. Calling it “grief” helps provide narrative and understanding, and helps us feel like it’s a normal process.

Illness, and particularly energy-limiting illnesses, changes your relationship with time, since what you do today impacts your life next week, and you don’t have full control over what your capabilities will be on any given day. This reality often draws people towards cyclical or seasonal ways of living, where we recognize that, while we have some control over our energy patterns, ultimately the external and internal weather of the day are out of our control.

Groups of chronically ill and disabled people operating together can give us a model for a unique type of emergent organizing. When one person needs to rest, or can’t take on a task because the lights are too bright or any other reason, other people naturally step in with full understanding and without questioning the limitation. What would work look like in this emergent model?

#chronic illness #spoonie #chronically ill #PwME #Spoonielife

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demontobee · 8 months

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Good Omens is queering TV/storytelling - part 1: GAZE

I would argue that part of why Good Omens is so refreshingly queer is because it does not cater to the male gaze (which centers around the preferences - aesthetic, romantic, sexual, visual, logical, emotional, political ... - of mainly white men in positions of power):

no oversexualization of groups or types of people: Women or characters that could be read as female presenting are not overly sexualized. In fact, some of them are shown to be grimy, slimy and not sexual at all. All of them are real characters and not just cardboard-cutout on-screen versions of male misogynistic fantasies. They portray real people with real people problems. They are human, or exempt from our categories when portraying angels or demons. There are no overly sexualized bodies in general (as has so far also often been the case with young gay men, PoC, etc.), no fetishization of power imbalances, and not exclusively youthful depiction of love and desire.

sex or sexual behavior is not shown directly (yet): All imagery and symbolism of sex and sexuality is used not to entice the audience but is very intimately played out between characters, which makes it almost uncomfortable to watch (e.g., Aziraphale being tempted to eat meat, Crowley watching Aziraphale eat, the whole gun imagery).

flaunting heteronormativity: Throughout GO but especially GO2, there is very little depiction of heterosexual/romantic couples; most couples are very diverse and no one is making a fuss about it. There is no fetishization of bodies or identities. Just people (and angels and demons) being their beautiful selves (or trying to).

age: Even though Neil Gaiman explained that Crowley and Aziraphale are middle-aged because the actors are, I think it is also queering the idea of romance, love and desire existing mainly within youthful contexts. Male gaze has taught us that young people falling and being in love is what we have to want to see, and any depiction of love that involves people being not exactly young anymore is either part of a fetishized power imbalance (often with an older dude using his power to prey on younger folx) or presents us with marital problems, loss of desire, etc. – all with undertones of decay and patronizing sympathy. Here, however, we get a beautifully crafted, slow-burn, and somehow super realistic love story that centers around beings older than time and presenting as humans in their 50s figuring out how to deal with love. It makes them both innocent and experienced, in a way that is refreshing and heartbreaking and unusual and real.

does not (exclusively) center around romantic/sexual love: I don’t know if this is a gaze point exactly but I feel like male gaze and resulting expectations of what a love story should look like are heavily responsible for our preoccupation with romantic/sexual love in fiction – the “boy gets girl” type of story. And even though, technically, GO seems to focus on a romantic love story in the end, it is also possible to read this relationship but also the whole show as centering around a kind of love that goes beyond the narrow confines of our conditioned boxed-in thinking. It seems to depict a love of humanity and the world and the universe and just the ineffability of existence as a whole.

disability as beautiful and innate to existence: Disability is represented amongst angels by the extremely cool Saraqael and by diversely disabled unnamed angels in the Job minisode. Representation of disability is obviously super important in its own right, but is also queers what we perceive as aesthetically and ontologically "normal". Male gaze teaches us that youth and (physical and mental) health are the desirable standard and everything else is to be seen as a deviance, a mistake. By including disability among the angels, beings that have existed before time and space, the show clearly states that disability is a beautiful and innate part of existence.

gender is optional/obsolete: Characters like Crowley, Muriel and others really undermine the (visual and aesthetic) boundaries of gender and the black-and-white thinking about gender that informs male gaze. Characters cannot be identfied simply as (binary) men or women anymore just by looking at them or by interpreting their personalities or behaviors. Most characters in GO, and especially the more genderqueer ones, display a balance of feminine and masculine traits as well as indiosyncracies that dissolve the gender binary.

Feel free to add your own thoughts on this in the comments or tags!

#good omens s2 #good omens #good omens 2 #go2 #good omens meta #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #queer #queer TV #male gaze #thank you neil gaiman for cranking up the queer #neil gaiman #thank you neil gaiman

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skullrockbi · 3 months

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Eddie Munson’s Sex Dungeon, 636 words, rated T for language, Steddie fluff

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Steve doesn’t always look at the tabloids, especially the ones about his husband. But this one caught his eye in the check out aisle. “Eddie Munson’s Sex Dungeon!”

Eddie having a sex dungeon was news to him. He picks the magazine up to read the article.

“We all know Eddie Munson is a dungeon master for Dungeons and Dragons, but rumor has it there’s another dungeon in this rocker’s life! In an exclusive interview with a close personal friend, details have been revealed of his basement sex dungeon.

‘Eddie asked me over to play a game, I didn’t realize what type of game he meant. I asked him about his partner and he told me I was too pretty to resist. I don’t want to be vulgar, but the night we had together was very passionate and kinky.’

The article included a picture of a woman’s hand being handcuffed by “Eddie.” It was cropped to protect the source’s identity. Steve thinks if the source really wanted to remain anonymous she’d have a less distinct hair color. He knows those terrible and tacky highlights. The male hand closing around the metal had chipped black nail polish and one of Eddie’s signature rings. It was a convincing photo of you didn’t know any better. The unnamed source also shared a few snaps of the dungeon. Walls were covered in red drapery and there was a black velvet bench.

Steve refrains from cackling like a madman at the grocery store, but he can’t wait to bring this article home.

“Oh loverboy! Eds baby where are you?” Steve can’t help but use a sing-song tone of voice.

“Sweetheart you don’t have to butter me up to help you bring in the groceries.” Eddie pulls Steve closer for a hello kiss. Steve starts to kiss all over Eddie’s face.

Eddie pulls him in for a deeper kiss before slightly pulling away. “I’m not letting the ice cream melt again.

They bring the groceries in and make sure all perishables are put away safely before Steve brings out the magazine. “Now Edward, is there something you need to tell me?”

He shows the cover proclaiming Eddie having a sex dungeon.

“Oh damn,” he replies deadpan. “The tabloids are onto my secret sex dungeon.”

Steve is giggling, “you have to read the article! Look at the pictures baby.”

“Is that my closet?”

“I mean we did have sex in there before.”

“Steve, this isn’t funny!”

“You’re right. It’s hilarious.”

Eddie throws the magazine on the table. “A stranger took pictures of my closet and is telling people I’m cheating on you.”

Steve points to the hair. “Not a stranger.”

Eddie sighs, “I guess I need a new assistant again. Fuck.”

“You can worry about that tomorrow. Frankly I think right now what you need to do is take me to your sex dungeon and ravish me.”

“I can do that.” Eddie uses all his muscles to pick up Steve and throw him over his shoulder. “You can see my sex dungeon anytime sweetheart.” Steve chuckles breathlessly and smacks Eddie on the ass.

Eddie tosses Steve on their bed and gazes adoringly at him for a moment. “Steve, you know I’d never cheat on you, right?”

“Baby, it was a silly tabloid story.”

“I know, but I just need you to know that I’m never going do that to you. I don’t like when those stories get published.”

Steve laces his fingers with Eddie’s and pulls him down. Steve presses a gentle kiss to Eddie’s lips. “I know you love me. Just like I love you. Now I was promised ravishing and a sex dungeon.”

Eddie gives his most cocky grin while pulling off Steve’s shirt and kissing the exposed skin. “Sweetheart when I’m done with you, you won’t be worried about our location.”

#steddie ficlet #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fluff

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helpless-sunflower · 2 years

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((It’s been a slow day, not bad, just horribly slow))

#((Unnamed tag))#actual did #dissociative identity disorder #dissociative system

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 6 months

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the general of the luofu has a habit you've picked up on. a habit in which when he finds himself in a place of predicament, he will gracefully place his hands atop each other at the small of his back. that is why you also decided to develop a similar habit of standing just slightly behind him.

never when you had first relocated from a separate xianzhou alliance ship to the luofu's exalting sanctum did you imagine you'd be standing within the seat of divine foresight on a near regular basis. of course, the notion was not unheard of since it is the office of general jing yuan, but then again you hadn't expected yourself to eventually be working so close to him either.

working nearly in step with jing yuan was not in your relocation papers. when you first arrived and he was always on your heels, it nearly made you lose your cool more than you'd care to admit. the way he would just smile your lack of alone time off irked you further. you figured he was just doing it because he could, because no one would demand the general to knock it off aside from the master diviner and- more often than not- her nags were brushed aside unless absolutely dire.

but with that same, insufferable smile and persistence of his, jing yuan did what he did best and used it to his advantage until you were absolutely smitten with him, and he knew it.

you had attempted moving your work to central starskiff haven where all the hustle and bustle of the main hub for all things imaginable could take your mind off the dozing general, but it was a useless feat.

the bond between general jing yuan and yourself was something precious yet unnamed. it was seen and noticed, but you both refused to adapt to the way of labels- another thing jing yuan had a habit of. superstition about labels and them ruining everything he holds dear to him was a belief he had yet to be proven wrong.

the labeling and eventual tragic fall out of the high cloud quintet was more than enough proof for him. he would not risk you slipping away from him if he were to try and repeat the mistake. jing yuan was more thankful than you could ever imagine when you told him you understood.

"labeling a relationship with you, general, would surely bring unwanted gossip."

a rather poor excuse to try and ease his mind, since you both would float around each other's orbit, but it still worked nonetheless. thus, the nameless, labelless, and unspoken relationship that everyone aboard the Luofu knew about grew.

"he's like a weed," you had told fu xuan when she was once again pleading with you to try and convince him to do his job behind his desk and not run around avoiding it. once successfully coerced, fu xuan admitted she had no idea how you could withstand his stubbornness. "he's persistent and tough to get rid of. i just kind of let him be after getting too tired of trying to fix my garden."

jing yuan was easily within earshot of the jab, whether you meant to hurt his ego or not, you did bruise it. how could you not when you were calling him a weed just 20 feet away from the very desk he was confined to?

time can be both noticed and unnoticed by long-life species. on one hand, the passing of time seems so endless it just flits by seamlessly. 100, 200 years are nothing short of youth to them. until you reach the gate of older age where you then worry about when the mara will eventually strike.

jing yuan did not speak much of his past to you, and you never found a reason to harp and pry on it. you knew more than enough from texts and scrolls recorded in the halls you were fortunate enough to work in; no need to reopen old wounds he is too stubborn to admit still bleed.

the general who cares for the luofu cannot decide if he fears being stricken with mara himself and slowly losing his sense of identity to the point he cannot recognize you, or you being marked as an enemy for him to strike down because the mara struck you first more. should the former ever come to pass, he has faith that what needs to be done will be and you will stay safe with yanqing.

now, as you stand in the seat of divine foresight with the newly arrived trailblazers from the express also occupying the office with jing yuan, you notice his hands neatly folded behind him.

a slight advantage to the many layers of clothes he puts himself through dressing every day is that his two-tailed half-cape that rested on his shoulders and flowed down to his hips can offer some peripheral coverage.

like clockwork, when you noticed his hands placed in the small of his back, you took half a step closer to his diagonal and placed the pads of your fingers in the middle of his open palm. his fists would never fully curl behind his back, left open and lazily sitting on top of each other.

jing yuan's shoulders would drop just a fraction- hardly noticeable to anyone even if they were looking directly at him- every time you did so. the tips of your fingers were warm, a reminder of the present and also a teether to not let his mind wander too far.

he could feel the callouses on them, the rough skin so accustomed to battle ingrained into the skin of your hands and it brought him such comfort. his eyes gently shut and a smile lifts his lips, not one to mask behind, but one brought about naturally.

and just like always, when he felt your fingertips push lightly into his palm, his hand opened further, fingers pulling apart before he was curling them into yours.

yes, the general of the luofu has a habit you've picked up on. but he has also picked up a new habit of waiting for you to hold his hand when they're behind his back.

#jing yuan #jing yuan fluff #jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail jing yuan #jing yuan x y/n #honkai star rail #jing yuan blurb #jing yuan fic #hsr jing yuan #hsr #hsr fic #honkai star rail fic #honkai star rail fluff #jing yuan angst #jing yuan comfort #jing yuan hurt/comfort

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