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wesstars · 7 months

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hot tea

wednesday addams x fem!reader (no pronouns)

summary: your addams just really needs some physical contact :) wc: 737 tags: established relationship. nevermore ‘university,’ all characters involved are 18+. ooc wednesday. idk something about tooth rotting fluff a/n: first wednesday drabble wednesday, in collaboration with @evilrawr! fluff has been requested by @melrodrigo. still not my strong suit but we’re going for it anyway.

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Steam rose from the warm mug that you carefully wrapped Wednesday’s fingers around, but the heated ceramic was nothing compared to the searing lance of your grasp around her wrist. She watched as you settled yourself down on bended knee in front of her, respectfully pulling back your hands. Her own twitched, minutely.

It hadn’t been that difficult to come knock on your door, 10 minutes before curfew was over. Wednesday knew you’d be there in your dorm, making something absurdly sweet with your—respectably contraband—electric kettle. You’d stepped aside to wordlessly let her in, and she’d taken her usual seat at the foot of your bed. Strewn around were your day’s assignments, a jacket or two, and she wrinkled her nose at the mess. Your lamps cast a gentle candle-eseque light across everything, blurring every sharp edge. The exact reason why she was in your room, well…

“Long day?” Your gaze was inquisitive but warm, as always. Wednesday watched you, taking in your socked feet and soft pants. Then, she did the Wednesday Addams equivalent of what might be considered a frustrated huff from Enid, or a desolate sigh from you: she looked away first.

The reaction was immediate, she noted absently. You tried to catch her gaze again, the slope of your shoulders and the wring of your fingers imploring her to look back at you. “Weds… talk to me?”

She took a slow sip from the mug, avoiding your eyes. To tell the truth, Wednesday was busy aching in the way that she wished you’d reach across the sea between your knee and hers. Her intense feelings were something that she typically kept locked away, not just with the protection of a key, but with a castle moat, bolted doors, and plenty of booby traps. Inside that cage lay other previously dormant feelings, ones that you managed to pull out, sharp knife to soft underbelly, with startling ease. Wednesday set her mug down on the floor, cocking her head at you. Often she’d feel a baser, visceral urge to blurt out whatever thought she had to you. Restraint was becoming more and more difficult, the more you seemed to flay yourself open in front of her for a perusal akin to autopsy.

There was a muffled thump as you got up just a bit to shift from your kneeling posture, and Wednesday couldn’t take it anymore.

She grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling tightly until you were about nose to nose. Her mind knew that your actual body temperature wasn’t that high, even lower than the average, but her cold heart felt the bone-deep bonfire of your proximity as your hands slammed into the bed next to her thighs, preventing you from tumbling into her. You took a sharp breath, a fateful one, as it seemed to pull all the oxygen from the room, leaving Wednesday blissfully bereft of that life force. She didn’t need it, anyway; she was convinced she could sustain herself on the dilating of your pupils, the flickering of your eyes down to her lips.

“Come here.” Wednesday’s voice came out in a rasp, but she reasoned with herself—it was the best she could do after you yanked the air out of her still lungs. That ache of absence turned into a yawning chasm, reserve and restraint tumbling down into that eager maw. Her demand fell into that same ravine, eclipsed by the endless depth of darkness.

You stood from your position to sit on the bed as soon as the plea left her, and Wednesday was impressed at your speed. You pulled her into your arms not a beat later. Everything smelled like a faint mix of linen and honey, between your sweater and your tea, and something in it brought Wednesday’s world to a halt. The skin of your collar was warm against the tip of Wednesday’s nose, grounding like the nip of winter air. The two of you fell easily into your sheets, and Wednesday’s mind finally felt like it had found the smoking gun for the investigation. It settled like a content cat right in her diaphragm, making it easy to breathe you in.

“Is this what you wanted?” Your voice, already sleepy, sent vibrations down Wednesday’s spine. She hummed back, leaning her temple up against your shirt and letting her head fall onto your chest. You didn’t say a word more; you didn’t need to.

a/n cont'd: so... playing with words… what do we think :0

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verdantmeadows · 5 months

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So, in case you haven't heard...

Penny, from Scarlet and Violet is officially related to both Peony and Peonia (and, well, Rose too, since he'd be her uncle)! Peony is her father, and Peonia is her sister.

For those unaware, this is Peony.

And this is Peonia!

The woman in this image is (presumably) their mother (unless Penny is a half-sibling or adopted, which I don't think is the case).

And let me just say, this makes me so, so happy, seeing this visual/genetic diversity in a family.

So many people are completely ignorant to how genetics and biracial people can exist and have their genes expressed. Two siblings from a biracial couple, such as a black and white person, can look totally different. One could have curly hair and one could have straight! One could be super light-skinned and the other dark-skinned! Two kids from two parents doesn't mean that they necessarily just get a "mix" of how they both look.

Seeing this represented makes me so happy. I really hope more people realize just how different siblings from interracial couples can look. I really hope people don't erase this aspect of Penny's character, or think that she doesn't look Black enough or enough like a POC.

For a real life example, here are a pair of biracial twins!

(Lucy and Maria Aylmer)

So, basically, the point of this post is this:

Penny is Peonia's sister and Peony's daughter! This was my headcanon for a while, considering her name is Penny and based on Peony, but seeing it confirmed makes me so happy. I want this post to end on the note to inform people that biracial people can look like this. Biracial people can pass completely as white. White-passing biracial people can have dark-skinned parents and family members. Biracial people don't owe you passing as their ethnicity and the ethnicity/race of their family.

Please embrace this aspect of Penny and learn what being biracial can look like! Understand, acknowledge, and accept how biracial people can look! I've already seen people frustrated that Penny doesn't look "Black enough" or saying that her design makes no sense, or that she couldn't possibly be Peony's daughter, which is already a huge issue for REAL LIFE BLACK PEOPLE, who are told this!!! Even if you don't realize it, these thoughts and ideas ARE racist to have. How you view people when they're not real can often be indicative of how you treat them when they ARE real!

I hope that if you didn't already know these things, that you don't feel bad about it, and instead come away with new knowledge and understanding!

Edit: Also she could just be adopted? I meant to say that in this post and forgot. Like, adoption is a thing. Like, we know that Bede was an orphan and all... (I however don't think she was adopted based on her visual similarities)

Additional edit: I'm not trying to imply that their family is Black, either—I mentioned Black biracial families as an example, and also mentioned it at the end because I specifically made this post in response to people saying Penny "isn't black enough" and directing their racism towards Black biracial families. In all likelihood, their family is probably implied to be the Pokémon equivalent of Indian.

Other additional edit: Dialogue in game

Penny also frequently refers to her dad's behaviors that align with how Peony behaves

#book of kells #penny #peony #peonia #indigo disk spoilers #pokemon #gen 9 #scarlet and violet #sv #scarvio #swsh #indigo disk #gen 8 #sword and shield

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lunargrapejuice · 4 months

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comforting astarion after a nightmare

no pronouns used, post cazador fight written with spawn astarion in mind, really cuddly & touchy<3

the nightmares are something that may never be escapable, not even in death could astarion fully be rid of all that cazador has done to him. not that it hadn’t felt damn good to do. but tonight as he wakes, still so very hungry and nearly gasping for air, he doesn’t worry if he’s back in that lonely dark place where he was starved of everything, where a part of him died and was damned on keeping a fragment of him throughout his eternal life.

the weight of your arms keeping him pressed close to your chest, tucked under your chin, the warmth of your body and the steady beat of your heart in his ears is enough to convince his nightmare ridden mind that he was no longer in his master's grasp and would never be again. another holds him now, with gentleness and patience and love, and as he pulls away from your grasp in order to sit up, he feels what he’s sure is the equivalent of a feeling of an anxiously beating heart begging to settle in the depths of his chest.

he’s quiet and attentive in his movements so as to not stir you more than he already has, carefully untangling your legs and keeping you under the blanket as he sits up and takes in a long breath of cool air while ruby eyes watch you settle back into a comfortable position, never fully waking but one hand stretching out as if you were reaching for him.

he doesn’t know how long he sits there longing to touch your skin, to hold your hand in his like you’ve let him dozens of times since making his cold dead heart beat once more. you held his heart so gently in your palms, as protective of it as he was to your own. and surely he knows you wouldn’t mind his touch now. knowing you, you were more likely to gravitate towards it but in moments like this, where the weight of his burdens, his sins, makes him feel unworthy of all of this, of you, he hesitates. frozen in place but aching to reach out for your hand that his eyes can’t be torn from. dreadfully counting down the hours until your love ends.

“astarion?" your quiet voice, laced with heavy sleep but telling of your worry all the same, brings him back from his thoughts but his chest is still tight, still full of worry.

"oh, my dear- i didn't mean to wake you." he hadn’t noticed or heard you wake but as quickly as he blinks you’re rubbing the sleep from your eyes, assuring him he didn't wake you, and before he can say anything more, bursh this off, pretent everythings alright, and get you back to sleep, you’re moving closer to him and brushing the curls stuck to his forehead in a sheen of sweat with the pads of your fingers.

“are you okay?” you ask, genuine and as soft as the way you caress down his cheek.

melting into your touch, dark lashes fluttering closed, his slightly chilled fingers lay on top of yours and stop your movements. “you needn’t worry darling,” he replies faintly against your palm before placing a kiss there, his lips lingering on your skin, never wanting to part.

it doesn’t get past you that he didn’t actually answer your question or that he certainly is not okay but you don’t pry further. he will tell you if and when he’s ready and for now, you just want him to know he isn’t alone, that even though there is still so much to face, you would do it side by side.

when his eyes open, immediately finding your own, you offer him a smile and feel your heart leap when his gaze softens even more so. the handsome features of his face telling of the affects you had on him, of the way your love had changed him. red eyes glistening like crystalized roses, the deepest shade of blood red and full of the purests of devotions. one you very much shared.

“c’mere,” you pull on the hand he still holds onto and easily he follows after you, crawling on his other hand and knees back into your embrace.

he’s practically on top of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on the lingering marks of his fangs left from earlier, but it’s a comfortable weight and you don’t wait to snuggle closer to him. one hand in his hair, carding through ringlets of his white locks, your fingers gently breaking apart small tangles. it’s soothing, easing to the tightness of his chest with each pass of your fingers against his scalp and over the tip of his ear.

“i dreamt of him,” astarion says lowly after a few quiet and comforting moments. his grip on you grows with each word, never enough to hurt you but hard enough that there was no way you could slip from his grasp, his lingering unease making him worried that at any moment you would.

your own grip on him grows, the pressure of your head now resting against his making him sigh in relief. this was real. your entire journey, ending cazador with his own hands, that was real. not the nightmare that would likely find him again in a few nights, maybe even tomorrow and perhaps more real and terrible than this one but when he wakes, there would be no denying what would be right in front of him; freedom he had stopped praying for long ago, parasite aside, and love that brought him back to life after centuries, your love. both of which he would not be so easy to let go of.

“i’m here,” you promise in a steady whisper and he feels the picking up of your heart rate underneath him. “you are safe and free and loved,” your hand in his hair gently pulls him into you more, lost in pale curls still damp with sweat, the tip of his nose nuzzling into the skin on your neck as he squeezes you in return. “i’ve got you.”

astarion takes in your scent, the flora that always lingers on your skin even through dirt and blood and sweat, the sweetness of your blood underneath, the cleanliness of the shampoo you used earlier in the day. he accepts your words, your warmth and the softness of your touches, letting them unravel his fears and worries, the uncomfortableness throughout his body, and leaving them bare for you to do with as you pleased.

it’s not long before he slips back into meditation under the melody of your heart beat, the rise and fall of your chest underneath him, the passing of your fingers against his ears and through his hair.

horrid memories of the past do not continue to play behind his closed eyes. not unlike how the sun kept vampires away, your radiance shone so brightly those dreams had no choice but to scurry back to the shadows, unable to face your light that illuminated the once darkened path that held him in place for so many years with no hope of escape. there was so much ahead of him now and with your hand in his, seeing your bright smile and sparkling eyes, basking in your love and light every step of the way, he was certain there was nothing he could not face.

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #astarion ancunin #astarion ancunin x tav #astarion ancunin x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader

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yuurei20 · 5 months

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Trey Info Compilation part 2: EN Trey

Trey's past was rewritten for the EN adaptation of the game: in the original game Trey recounts a time that Riddle’s mother went over to his house and lectured his entire family for five hours straight.

While recreated faithfully in the manga, this was rewritten on EN so that Trey alone was lectured by his family, not by Riddle’s mother.

This is an interesting change made to Riddle and Trey’s history together as (on EN) Trey is no longer the one character who has personally experienced that part of Riddle's home life.

This also indirectly contributes to Riddle's overblot (in the original game), as having witnessed what Riddle suffers at the hands of his mother leads to Trey refusing to scold Riddle like she did, no matter what he does.

(The line "I just can't scold him" was changed to "I don't think the situation calls for it" on EN)

EN-Trey has also been rewritten into a family that will lecture him for five hours as punishment for playing with another child, which has never actually happened.

Trey has also never referred to Riddle’s unique magic as a weapon.

Original Trey: Doodle Suit (Paint the Roses)

EN Trey: Sleight of Hand

There are many rumors about where this mistake came from, and I have recently started wondering if it was a fluke of the localization process: Trey is the only character whose unique magic on EN was translated from the meaning behind his spell, but in the original screenshot the meaning isn’t written out, just the sound of it.

So maybe somewhere along the process of translation / proofreading / final checks someone decided that “Doodle Suit hasn’t been written anywhere on EN, so let’s come up with an EN-friendly equivalent” and they landed on “sleight of hand,” possibly forgetting that Doodle Suit = 薔薇を塗ろう = Let’s Paint the Roses?

We may never know, but for the curious this was, originally, not a new spell! Trey is using his usual “Paint the Roses” unique magic.

Original Cater: Your whole “not saying what you think” thing is really not good.

EN Cater: I should have learned by now that seeing your feelings on the DL is not a great idea.

While Cater is originally admonishing Trey for not saying what he thinks (which was a signifiant influence to Riddle’s overblot and thus the entire drama of Book 1), his line was rewritten for EN to Cater admonishing himself.

The EN adaptation will sometimes have people referring to Trey as “mom”, while originally the characters generally refer to him as “dad."

Cater never calls Trey a “nerd;” this insult was added to his dialogue in the EN adaptation.

Similarly, Trey never says that he is closer to Riddle than he is to Trey. His original line is closer to saying that he is close to both of them.

EN has some pronoun confusion where Trey says he made fun of Deuce for crying for his mother.

If you thought that this doesn't seem like something Trey would do, you are correct! He was talking about Sebek, in a scene we saw on screen.

Original Trey: I’m not doing so on purpose.

EN Trey: (removed)

Original Trey: Boys in particular are too embarrassed to...

EN Trey: A lot of people are too embarrassed to...

(It is insinuated that Trey may have hang-ups about gender roles, much like Epel, and much like Epel’s lines this was softened for EN)

More here:

・Trey Info Compilation part 1: Family and Glasses

#twstTrey #Treyfacts #twstfacts #twisted wonderland #Trey Clover

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ofdinosanddais1 · 4 months

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Can we just clear something up about G Rose Blanchard? Can we just agree that she did not consent to being abused and exploited and that she's making the choice to share her story to raise awareness of this kind of abuse? Can we agree that she is not required to share her story past anything she has already consented to sharing?

I am glad she is being released in a few days after the torment she has gone through. I am glad that the prison she is in has helped her (as prisons SHOULD do). If she wants to become a tik tok star, then I think her story and experience could help a lot of people who went through what she went through.

But can we treat her like the person she is and not act like her release is the equivalent of the Taylor Swift eras tour? Regardless of whether or not I think she's a good person, the case is complex. I don't think killing is a good thing. I am firmly anti-death penalty but I also know that she, in her own lived experience, did not feel like she had many options. If she had access to another escape, I have no doubt she would have taken it. Could there have been other ways? Sure. But what happened is that she asked for help from her boyfriend in killing her mom. And she is now free from that abuse and, in four days, be free to heal in the outside world (albeit probably with restrictions due to her leaving prison)

I see a lot of people online saying stuff like "oh if she only wanted to escape, why did she stab her mom so much" which, she didn't stab her mom. Her boyfriend did which points to the vitriol in the attack coming from him. There's also people online saying "oh you can see the evil in her eyes" which is just bullshit. We don't know her. We know that she's getting released early due to good behavior. We know that abuse and PTSD can change your moral landscape. We know that her mom would force her to lie and she probably could have learned manipulation due to growing up in that environment. But we also just don't know her in general. She is not necessarily a good or bad person. She's someone who survived severe abuse and her life is going to be forever complicated by that.

But lets stop treating her like some mega celebrity. She's a survivor and she's going to get the opportunity to start showing everyone who she really is and it might be good, it might be bad. Surviving abuse isn't a pretty road full of inspirational quotes. It's ugly and exhausting and nauseating.

Let her grow into who she wants to be and remain neutral for her sake. She's probably going to mess up a lot in recovery and I think immediately idolizing her before she even stepped out of prison is probably very stressful amongst all of the overwhelming emotions she’s going to experience on the 28th.

#gypsy rose blanchard #tw: abuse #munchausens by proxy #factitioys disorder imposed on another #ptsd

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androdetective · 5 months

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I really feel like Juanín likes to ignore the bad parts of people around him/his life. He barely complains when he's very justified to do so. He prefers to pay attention to the good instead of the bad, which leads to unhealthy behaviors. Such as letting himself get taken advantage of. Even when people point out (oftentimes in very mean direct ways) he's getting taken advantage of.

Instead, he denies he is. He especially denies being taken advantage of by Tulio.

Translation: "What would you say to people who say Tulio is exploiting you?

I'd tell them that they wouldn't know what friendship is because Tulio, alongside being my boss, is my best friend and even if he doesn't pay me or let's me have free days, he honors me with words of encouragement and noble gestures like when... Eh... or that one time he... or when... Anyways, Tulio is a grand person (my phone rings). Aló (hello) Tulio, sorry, I forgot to make you the bread, I needed to go to the doctor.... My apologies... never again... (cuts) Ah... friendship"

Juanín is very aware of Tulio's flaws. He's gotten annoyed with Tulio many times because of his unprofessionalism and being a jackass. In Juanín's daily schedule, he puts in to go over Tulio's mistakes to correct them later. Which they don't as far as the audience can see.

Juanín isn't dumb and he doesn't enjoy going unappreciated or mistreated. And yet, he still endures it. The time this changed was in the episode where Juanín quit because he finally had enough. At the time, he couldn't ignore the bad of his friends. And this was an impulsive decision he came to regret. Because he missed his friends and what I assume to be habit. He's become used to being taken advantage of. That's what he expects from his friends. It really seems like this is how he views friendships. He has to offer his friends something to be useful to them. He has a canon fear of being left by his friends. I'm assuming his way of thinking is, "If I'm not useful, then my friends will leave me." Which exacerbates his existing workaholism. His workaholism is so bad that he refuses to take vacations (the few ones he does have) and spends a lot of his time at the studio. He spends most of the day working and only sleeps for 35 minutes a day.

Translation: "It's calculated Juanín sleeps 35 minutes daily, which generated an amount of sleep equivalent to a trip to the moon and back"

Juanín gets underestimated and infantilized too often when he's just a very anxious and mentally questionable guy. He's a grown adult who's way more responsible than Tulio and Bodoque combined. Workaholism is caused by excessive anxiety. It is an unhealthy behavior created to distract/calm the person from the anxiety. He prefers to ignore the bad and focus on the positive. Almost with rose tinted glasses. Especially towards Tulio, who for whatever reason he admires deeply.

#31 minutos #juanin juan harry #nero writing #i think im normal about Juanín

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bitimdrake · 1 year

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so the real post: It's the AU where Jason never died. We want him to have a team of young heroes instead of being all alone in Gotham. But who could possibly be on this team??

I put forth for your consideration that there is a simple, elegant, perfectly fitting answer to this question:

Stick him on the 90s New Titans.

No! Not the famous Nightwing-led line-up that started in the 80s. The ragtag, barely acknowledged, Arsenal-led team that formed under government supervision in the last dozen or so issues of New Titans.

So here's the thing. Attempts to give Jason a team of his own tend to fall very flat for me for two reasons.

First, they are almost all overly constrained by a restrictions that this must be a cohort of same-age heroes, Jason's equivalent of the Titans to Dick or Young Justice to Tim. This is an incredibly difficult restriction to follow, because the majority of characters around that age have already been absorbed into Young Justice. Jason really never had a 'generation' in the first place. There was no huge boom of teen sidekicks alongside him in the early/mid eighties, in the same way there was in the golden/silver ages (original titans) or the late eighties/early nineties (young justice).

Second, these hypothetical groups tend to seriously lack a group identity or coherence, beyond being a grab bag of people who could feasibly be on a team with Jason Todd. And creating a team exclusively around one character is....bad.

But we are far afield of either issue here!

The 90s New Titans (sometimes also called Arsenal's Titans? we really don't have a solid, well-accepted way to refer to them) are not a strict age group growing up together. They're a messy mix of young heroes, from young adults of the original sidekick generation, like Roy, all the way down to young teens, like pre-Young Justice Bart Allen.

Jason fits right in. He has a few solid peers in the middle, like Rose Wilson and Grant Emerson/Damage, but we're not locking him to just peers. He also gets to be a kid to teammates like Roy, Kyle Rayner/Green Lantern, and for a while Donna Troy/Darkstar. And, for the first time in his life, gets to be the older and more experienced hero to a younger teammate, in Bart.

And forget about lacking a team identity; this group already has one!

They're the scrappy, ragtag group of leftovers assembled after the previous, better known Titans combusted. They are (minus team dad/leader Roy, and Donna when she's around) relative newbies feeling their inexperience in the superhero world--including their inexperience with teams.

An identity that Jason, a Robin recruited after the previous, better known Robin was pushed out, who constantly worries about his inexperience among comparative superhero giants, aligns with perfectly.

It just fits. For the eclectic collection of members the team does have, including a Super (Matrix Supergirl), Wonder (Donna), Lantern (Kyle), and speedster (Bart), one thing they never had is a Bat. They, like Jason, lie in a no man's land between Dick and Tim.

No contriving necessary! No scrounging to create a new team! There is one ready made for you, and I can make a solid argument that Jason would have been a member had he lived.

#*#*dc #dc #dc idea tag #new titans #jason todd #mmm feels weird to tag anyone else #anyway i will be incorporating this into my mental vision of any jason lives landscape starting immediately #10to2 #dc meta

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yuri-is-online · 6 months

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Bitch the Pot (Trey Clover x Reader)

Trey's birthday is coming up and you really want to buy him a present.

But what if he doesn't want it? What if he just thinks of your efforts as annoying, or even worse what if he sees right through you and makes things awkward. What if he stashes things away and makes fun of them later, years later when he barely remembers your name.

What if he's secretly looking forward to your presence and hasn't even considered he'd be lucky enough to get a gift. What if... what if...

notes: they/them used for Yuu, we're going to hurt comfort town choo choo mother fuckers, I am using the Hitchhiking Ghost names for the Ramshackle Ghosts because I am unoriginal, the more I think about Trey the more I realize Idia is right, Trey's a skethcy mfer and yeah that's hot. If you like this check out my masterlist for more fic.

You didn't want to indulge Trey's teeth thing.

Sure it will make him happy, smooth over all your little insecurities pricking at your heart as you poke through the second hand store for what you had thought would be a really cute idea on your way here but now weren't so sure about. Besides you are pretty sure that everyone else is going to buy him a bundle of floss and call it a day, well other than Rook who has been waxing poetic about how he had "the most fitting cap for the Rose Chevalier" so all the more reason to put a little less of a personal interest into your gifting and more of a thoughtful touch.

As thoughtful as you could afford anyway. You aren't even sure Trey likes these sorts of things, though that worry is sort of drowned by how surprised you are to find nice looking china in Crane Port's equivalent of a Good Will. There is a nice selection of tea cups, mismatched saucer plates, and the odd pot sat all by its lonesome all with neatly written prices on stickers you don't look forward to scrubbing off.

Afternoon Tea Special~ Pick one Pot, 4 cups w/ saucers, creamer, and sugar bowl: all for just 25 T!

Cute, and not a bad idea you supposed even if it did feel a bit overkill. Your original intention had just been to pick up a sugar bowl and maybe one cup, something for him to put candies in that had a lid so no flies could get at his violets. But it really would be a shame to pass up such a nice deal and hey, if Trey didn't like it he could just ditch it with the Heartslabyul kitchenware once he graduated and never speak to you again.

"Oh this is such a cute little selection!" The lady at the counter's eyes practically sparkle as she carefully wraps up your choices in tissue paper.

"It's a birthday gift." You can't help but mumble and the sparkle flutters out to her entire body, ah that's right, this lady always did look a bit bored when you came in. It seems like you have fed her and her knitting circle for the rest of the week.

"Well then this won't to at all." She huffs and stops wrapping up your order and bends under her counter, the tell tale ruffles of paper and boxes sounding oddly comforting as she produces what you think is a hat box and proudly begins to organize the mismatched set and fetches out even more tissue paper. "Must be for someone important with how long you've been eyeing up a sugar bowl." She wiggles her eye brows. You try to keep your focus on said bowl, you didn't realize she'd been watching you but then again you have been coming down here every spare weekend to stare at it. This shop was nice, it had a bunch of cheap clothes and nick knacks that were used sure, but a life saver for someone from a completely different world. If the lady is thankfully not offended by your silence. She simply tacks your receipt to the box and sends you off with a wink.

"Thank you for your purchase! Please come back soon!" And tell me all bout it! You swear she says it but you don't hear it, too much blood is thrumming in your ears

The hat box is not out of place among the gifts on the party table, so trey doesn't have an excuse to stare at it even if his eyes keep coming back to it. It's lavender, plain save for the cream bow he hopes Yuu tied around it, and had been decently heavy when he picked it up before Cater scolded him about playing favorites.

"Be a good Senior and eat the cookies we made for you until Riddle brings out the cake." He flicks his nose with a knowing look. "Normal people save the best for last right? I'm sure Yuu-yuu will be fine with waiting, since they can barely look at you today~" And of course like a fool he whips his head to look, startling them and proving Cater's point as they immediately scurry back to Ace and Deuce.

"Screw you." He's only half joking but Cater's fully laughing and probably already took a picture. "I'm just worried they felt like they needed to bring a gift I would have been happy just to-"

"No you wouldn't have." For someone who likes lying to himself Cater really doesn't seemed thrilled with his choice to gaslight himself. "You would have spent the rest of the night thinking 'ooooh it'd be really nice if I got something from Yuu, I wonder if they hate meeee, I should make sure they think I don't care about helping them some more so they leave me alone and I don't have to think about how nice it would be to-'"

"Cater!" Trey has never been so grateful to hear Riddle yell about anything in his life. "Could you please help me with the cake? I was going to ask Yuu but they had to go back to Ramshackle."

"Yuu's back at Ramshackle?" Trey reaches to adjust his glasses, trying to ground himself.

"Yes, they said they were feeling sick and-" That's all Trey registers, though he hears the rest "went back to lie down, Grim insisted on staying to make sure the food didn't get them sick." It's his party, he can't just leave that would be an extreme violation of the rules but Cater's earlier accusation comes back to him. Make them think I won't care about them. It's not intentional, he thinks it's obvious he always will but then again-

"Fifteen minutes." Cater whispers under his breath.

"Thirty."

"You're delusional." Still Cater doesn't sound mad. "Eighteen."

"Twenty." He's already snatched up the hat box and making his way towards the doors.

~~~~

"Awww Yuu." Phineas would pat your head if he could. "I'm sure it's not that bad, you're just overthinking things."

"Yeah I think anyone would be happy to get a gift from you!" Gus tries, all three ghosts perking up slightly when you smile just a bit at his encouragement. "And if not then well..."

"I know I'm just being dramatic but I couldn't stand waiting anymore." You don't mention how Ace and Deuce had been teasing you, not wanting to relive the absolute embarrassment of having been caught staring at their Vice-Warden one too many times for dots to remain unconnected. "I asked Grim to bring back some cake but I don't know if he'll remember."

"Oooh let's take bets on it!" Ezra cheers and a familiar, unexpected laugh interrupts sending the ghosts scattering and leaving you at the mercy of a familiar face.

"I think it's safe to say that would be a pretty obvious bet." Trey sets the hat box on your coffee table, folding his strong arms and firmly sticking a lump in your throat. "You should have bet on me."

"Returning your gift is not bringing me something." You huff and Trey has the decency to look a bit awkward.

"I'm not here to return it, there's rules to gifts you know." Oh no. "For example, on our birthdays, the Queen of Hearts says we get to ask for anything we want." He finally moves, unfortunately for you he's decided to use his height to his advantage and lean over the table to crowd you back into the couch. "And I spent a long time thinking about what I should ask for from you."

"Um- I well-" You're looking everywhere but him now, as if you were before. "I did get you a gift though?" He laughs.

"And you ran away before I could thank you." Trey begins to unwrap the ribbons, slowly as if he's waiting for you to look at him but not wanting to deny his curiosity any longer. "But that doesn't change the rules. Sorry, I didn't make them."

The sugar bowl is the first piece he finds, the shop lady has to have set it on top on purpose. His eyebrows raise, not in disappointment you think, curiosity hopefully as he slowly opens the rest of them.

"Sorry." You immediately say to fill the space out of habit, and Trey stops his examination to look up at you.

"What for?" He picks up the sugar bowl, just as amused as you with the clover flowers patterned across it in a nice twist on his name and half the accessories he owns. "Don't tell me you want this stuff back, its mine now."

"No! I'm glad you like," you cringe at the question in your tone and cower at the smirk on Trey's face "I mean I hope you like it."

"A hand picked tea set from the Ramshackle Prefect? It's perfect. Especially for a birthday gift for me." He carefully wraps up the cups and their saucers, silence once again falling over the room as you wonder why he hasn't called you out on your lie, the self doubt suggesting he hadn't noticed. "I meant what I said earlier you know."

"What, about making demands of me?" You say.

"Hey chill I only sort of meant it like that." He doesn't even bother trying to hide his amusement. "I mean betting on me. I know it might sound strange to hear me say, but I do have things I think are worth extra effort. And if I have to put in a lot of it to get you to understand that I am glad you are in my life, then I'll just have to do that." So he did know you weren't sick, and was just dancing around the subject to be polite as usual.

"Happy birthday Trey." Because what else are you supposed to say, and he tries his best to not let his disappointment show as he takes his opened gift back to the rose garden. "I'm- I hope you have a nice time at your party."

He pauses at the threshold of your dorm, the wicked smile returning. "I think I know what I want to ask you to do."

"Oh no." You did not mean to say that out loud.

"Mhm. But you are going to have to come back to Heartslabyul to hear it, but after the party, we can use our cups." Our cups he says, as if you had picked out any cups that were supposed to represent you.

He noticed, of course Trey noticed that there was no trace of Yuu in this very you gift. But he could fix that, if you would just give him a chance. And maybe get the calm celebration he actually wants when you do.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #trey clover x reader #hm #tempted to make goodwill lady an oc because i think yuu deserves an ally in crane port #no idea who she'd be based off of though lol

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It would be funny if Desmond's the cat while his ancestors are the puppies

Retirement was a foreign word that would have never left any Assassins’ lips.

Yet, here they were, retired and living the peaceful life Desmond never had.

No. He did have a peaceful life.

It just so happened that Abstergo took him away from that life and plunged him deep in the middle of a shadow war he had never wanted to be part of.

But it was all water under the bridge.

Sure, he could send the rest of his years cursing every single Templar and wishing they would all die but he was pass that.

He had reached… zen…

Or the cat equivalent of ‘zen’ anyway.

He had done his part and had died for the sake of the world.

Now he had joined Shaun and Rebecca in their retirement, letting the ‘youngkins’ continue the fight.

Shaun and Rebecca seemed to have complete trust in the new mentor, some dude named Elijah, so Desmond would trust them and just…

… laze around and get enough sun for his afternoon nap.

The two had driven out of their home early this morning, leaving Desmond food (canned sardines, Desmond wasn’t going to eat that damn cat food) and water for him to eat and drink while they were gone.

His memories of the time he was a kitten were quite vague, flashes and muffled voices. All he knew that he was a ‘retirement gift’ given to Shaun and Rebecca by the mentor.

He would assume that the mentor knew who he truly was but Shaun and Rebecca were the ones to call him ‘Desmond’.

They joked about how they wouldn’t name a corgi ‘Desmond’ even if they were held at gunpoint but Desmond has no idea why that was a joke.

It didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered.

Being a cat meant behaving like a cat and that includes having this… desire to just laze around until it was time to eat.

Were all cats like him?

Probably not.

Desmond supposed he was just a lazy cat.

He deserves to be lazy.

This was his retirement.

He heard the car being parked but didn’t bother to get up.

There was the telltale sound of the keys hitting each other as they unlock the door.

And Desmond’s fur rose.

He smelled them.

They were ‘new’.

Unfamiliar.

‘Strangers’.

But at the same time…

Something inside Desmond knew who they were.

They came barreling inside, ignoring Shaun’s shout of ‘heel!’ or maybe it was ‘hey!’, Desmond didn’t really catch it because of the chorus of…

“Desmond!”

Desmond has no idea what has happened.

Before he could even react, they had descended upon him, slobbering his face with furious licks and little nips of his ear.

It didn’t hurt.

But his face was drenched.

In a sea of yipping puppies calling his name and furiously wagging tails, Desmond managed to stare at Shaun and Rebecca (who was holding her phone and most definitely recording the entire thing).

He let out a small meow and immediately closed his mouth because one of the puppies got close to licking his open mouth and Desmond didn’t want any of that.

“Desmond, meet your baby brothers.” Rebecca cooed, “Altaïr, Ezio, Connor, Edward-”

Desmond blinked at the familiar names.

That…

That was just a coincidence, right???

(the puppies were rescued by an Assassin who had been given the mission to burn down an Abstergo laboratory and they were being used as experiments. He didn’t know what else to do with the puppies so he called Shaun and Rebecca and they just… adopted the puppies.)

#cat desmond #desmond just wanted to enjoy the lazy cat life #and then surprise puppy attack #desmond is turned into an animal subgenre #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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shoutout to @princeasimdiya12 for their super cool matakara utena analysis, check it out i am chewing on it as i write this!!! i was honestly blindsided by how much the two had in common and it really made me think about why my interpretation was the way it was in the first place, so this ended up being…about a lot of other things, and a lot more complicated than my arajin utena post.

anyway, you wanna see me go fully off the rails? *slaps matakara = reverse anthy ramblings on the table*

(i would recommend reading my reverse utena arajin post first for slight context for this insanity. also some major utena spoilers below the cut, so be warned!!)

Now I can hear you asking: How is Matakara the reverse Anthy to Arajin's reverse Utena? How is Matakara an Anthy in the first place?? crafty how the fuck does this make sense to you this show is not that deep??? I can answer two of those questions!

First we gotta bring up princesses again. Princesses do not have a tangible equivalent like how honki people = princes, but they don't have to have one. After all, princesses plays a vital role in the Aladdin allusion. And yes by the logic of Utena all girls are princesses, but Matakara is specifically the princess to Arajin's 'prince', which from an meta perspective is what makes him special. But he's not the only princess. Let's talk Arajin and Mahoro!

(there was a tangent here about how the show defines strength, but it was kind of off topic so I cut it. TLDR, uhhh despite some evidence stating otherwise strength in bucchigiri exists separately from gender, something something girls can be honki people men can be princesses etc.)

In RGU, the student council members and Utena see worth in claiming Anthy because to them the Rose Bride is a symbol of something they wish to attain. Their wishes stem from events from their past, and since they all refuse to grow past these events they remain stagnant characters, trapped within the academy.

Guess who also remains stagnant because he refuses to mature past his wish!

(what i'm getting from this is that a reverse anthy is a lot like an utena lol)

Let's focus on Arajin for a second. Arajin, as the reverse Utena, abandoned the honki person dream as soon as he realised he couldn't save Matakara. Mahoro is a symbol of the ordinary life as a teenage boy he wants to have, and Matakara symbolises the fairytale he doesn't feel worthy of and wants to leave behind. Mahoro is like Anthy (and Matakara) kind of in the way that Nanami is like Anthy. Essence of Anthy. Rose Bride Lite. Which makes Matakara more of an Anthy imo.

(I think there's something to be said about compulsory heterosexuality if you consider how Mahoro being a girl makes her a conventional princess for Arajin to chase, while Matakara may be everything Arajin wants, but his gender and closeness to the fairytale Arajin is trying to escape bars him from being an option. Also interesting how no matter how Arajin tries to distract himself with Mahoro, everything he wants Mahoro to be eventually circles back to Matakara.)

(something could also be said about the mahoro/matakara and nanami/anthy parallels, but i Do Not have the brainpower to unpack that atm lmao)

Anyway, Arajin is just so, stupidly determined to achieve his dream, which I think makes him a lot more Utena-like. Matakara...not so much? Before Arajin comes back into his life, it's the community of Minato Kai that gives him the stability he needs to largely ignore his monster, so he kind of puts his dream on the back burner.

He was doing fine...then Arajin fell back into his life and he got reminded of the promise he left behind.

So, Matakara is a princess! He's literally the princess of the fairytale allusion and he's someone who wants to be saved from a monster (the nebulous driving force for princes to save girls and turn them into princesses). In Anthy's case, the monster Utena wanted to save her from was the burden of humanity's hatred. Matakara's monster is a product of his own inner darkness.

It’s established that while Matakara may have a strong will, he’s too weak-hearted to become a honki person on his own. In fact, his weak heart is exactly what makes him a princess. But even then he doesn't fully fit into the mould. Princesses are supposed to be pure and passive, and Matakara is neither (at least not completely). His darkness may manifest as a monster, but before his recruitment into Minato Kai he goes to pretty morally dubious lengths in his attempts to become ‘strong’. Furthermore, not only is he rejected by his prince, it's revealed to him that his prince never existed. Arajin was a liar, and he was never going to save him. And so Ichiya uses that against him. He acts as Matakara’s saviour and threatens him with the idea of the monster to get him to kill the 'false' prince.

As powerful as she is, years of trauma have made it impossible for Anthy to break from the cycle of abuse on her own. Isolated from all support, Matakara is not in a mental state where he can break free of his monster either. Ichiya and Akio have free reign to manipulate Matakara and Anthy into becoming vessels for their revolution because at this point in the plot, they're all they have left. The twisted visions of the once-noble prince and honki person.

In Utena terms, Matakara is a princess who wants to defeat his own monster by becoming a prince. Anthy is a princess who doesn't think she should be saved at all. Matakara is someone who fights tooth and nail to be free from his demons at all costs, while Anthy simply allows hers to consume her out of guilt and love for the monster she used to know. Both need help from someone who understands them.

But killing the fake prince won't turn Matakara into a prince himself. What was that saying about girls who can’t be saved by a prince? What's left for you if you're not strong enough to be a prince and not pure enough to be a princess?

Anthy could tell you.

Matakara from Episode 1-7 reminds me of the version of Anthy from Adolescene of Utena. Dios and Akio can no longer directly influence Anthy, so she gets to be far more strong-willed and assertive. However, she’s still ultimately trapped within mental barriers she’s set for herself, hence why she still wants Utena to become her prince (like how Matakara still wants to become a honki person with Arajin). If you interpret Adolescence as a sequel to the original series like I do, then you can picture Matakara's descent from Adolescence Anthy to RGU Anthy due to Ichiya and Akutaro's manipulations as the reverse of Anthy’s character progression.

so...matakara is basically a reverse anthy.

Incredibly jaded Anthy neck-deep in manipulative abuse from a higher power gradually warms up to Utena because of her genuine kindness and inner strength. Incredibly naive Matakara is manipulated by a higher power into losing faith in Arajin through the revelation that his strength and bravery were an illusion. Through their abuse and suffering both characters attain power that stored/drawn from their chest/heart from someone emotionally manipulating the absolute shit out of them to serve their own selfish goals. Almost the whole cast victimises Anthy and considers her lower than them, while Utena alone treats her like an equal. Matakara alone believes he’s inferior to Arajin and strives to be on even ground to him, while Arajin pushes Matakara away because he believes he’s not good enough for Matakara. Anthy gives Utena a respectful title that she gives to all of her grooms, only to call Utena by her name without any honorifics once she’s freed herself from the Rose Bride system. Everyone who wants to get close to Arajin gives him a nickname, but Matakara’s is particularly childish and personal. Anthy's older brother is a manipulative monster, and Anthy’s ultimate revolution is her emancipation from him and the system he perpetuates. Matakara's older brother is so ideologically good it ultimately becomes his downfall, and his injury becomes the catalyst for Matakara’s descent into despair. Anthy constantly changes how she acts depending on who she needs to manipulate into the duels. Matakara is the only main character who always presents himself with utmost sincerity. They’re both full of love at their core, but their circumstances fill them with hatred and hopelessness. Their first reintroductions to Utena and Arajin are them being observed through a window. They both suck at cooking. i have to post this before the next episode proves me wrong-

#bucchigiri?!#matakara asamine #anthy himemiya #revolutionary girl utena #reading way too far into stories through an utena-ist lens can be something so personal #i need utena anthy matakara and arajin all in a room together. see who kills who first #crafty speaks

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rabarbarzcukrem · 4 months

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So... I've finally watched the first Utena musical

The whole cast singing the lines of the prince in masks without him appearing himself...do you get it... he's an idea...he doesn't exist... He's just a concept from a fairytale repeated by everyone...

Utena's deep voice <333

"What's so special about this letter?" said to Wakaba...

Saionji is so dramatic I love it

I don't like the fact that Utena's uniform clearly has a different shape to the shape of the ones worn by guys. It was like that in the anime too, but in real life it looks weird, like it's too small for the actress. Otherwise the costumes are amazing tho

Zettai unmei mokushiroku was used so well... Compared to the first few songs it's very sudden and intense, very fitting for the first scene in which Utena enters the dueling arena

The way everyone moves is so in character, Anthy picking up her dress when she walks (like a princess), Touga constantly with hands in his pockets (laid-back and indifferent), Juri with arms crossed (shielding herself), Utena's strong butch energy

I love how they did the sword of Dios thing

Wtf is this disco song??? It's so random and out of nowhere...Wait. Is it this musical's equivalent of the anime intro?? That's so smart...

The song slaps actually

OF COURSE the EGG SPEECH is a SONG

Anthy's voice is so pretty I'm gonna cry

Utena immediately calling Anthy her friend, even though she doesn't know her...she is so full of love to give and so starved for close human connection.... (how very middle school of her too). I can't look at this scene without thinking about what's to come.. "you showed me a taste of true friendship"...

"Are you (anthy and touga) close?" Oooh boy

Nanami is perfect...Her song with Miki on the keys lmao. Wakaba constantly in the background... foreshadowing??

There are like. 5 different scenes happening at once

Utena and Wakaba's friendship contrasted with Touga and Saionji's broken one...damn...

"I measure the time I spend hating the student council" LMAOOO

Anthy's creepy laugh... Actually this is a good visual way to show how weird she appears to the other characters and make sure the audience associates this uneasy feeling with her

Juri standing on the chair lol. The humor in this version makes it so clear that those are highschool students

And I adore the meta jokes about weird shit going on in the background during the council meetings and no one really knowing what the stop watch does

I noticed that Juri touches her hair whenever she's vulnerable. Nice detail

Juri angst...ouch...

Why is the sword of Dios so big tho

"The sword Juri sent flying through the air came down to shatter her own rose...was the floor of the arena the only thing it pierced?" OW OW OW

THIS SCENE BROKE ME

Saionji calling Touga "motherfucker" I'm dead

Different girls playing Utena in the coffin, covering their faces with the doll...

AND THEN DUELISTS JOINING TO SING UTENA'S LINES THAT SHE WILL NEVER LEAVE THE COFFIN. WITH ANTHY AT THE END. GENIUS

The cooking song is so cute and catchy

UTENA SPITTING AT SAIONJI I'M LOVING THIS

Saionji joining the shadow girls...this is hilarious

I love the desperate song of Wakaba inspiring Utena to take back who she was. And her being the only one to say that the girl's outfit doesn't suit Utena... But as soon as her role of inspiring the main character is fulfilled, the curtain falls and only Utena is left on stage.

...Surely....

The ending was amazing..

All in all I'm convinced that a stage play of Utena is the best type of adaptation that could ever be made. The anime already had allusions to theatre and stages so it works perfectly.

#I can't wait to watch the second one #revolutionary girl utena #rgu #moje

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*slides into your asks* KAZ KAZ KAZ!!! HIIII!! I SAW YOU TAKING REQUESTS FOR SCARA??? Well I have a crack-ish idea xD could i request him together with a very oblivious crush? I want to see him pulling his hair out in frustration at when the reader can't read the room or like:

“where u flirting with me?"

“idiot. Ive been trying to do so for months.”

-kinda vibes 😂😂😂 tho dont force yourself if u cant write these~ I understand SO HAVE A GOOD DAY AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELD UEUEUEUE!! ILY /p

- Jade 👻

୨୧ wanderer has a crush but reader is oblivious

ft. wanderer x gn!reader

cw: fluff, wrote this in 40 mins brainrotting lmao, wanderer calls you stupid, gave up on formatting bcus IM TIRED

>> 🍁 kazuha’s musings : augh I cannot will myself to draw rn so this is like the perfect ask I can use to word vomit. anyways YES OBLIVIOUS X OBV INTO THEM IS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER.

Wanderer has already signed his death wish once he accidentally fell head over heels for you, and it’s so frustrating how every single thing you do is so breathtaking to him—and he doesn’t even have a breath to begin with.

He’s so torn up about his feelings, a part of him wants to know how you feel about him, if you also stay up on cold nights wondering how your warm hand would feel against his cold skin, or the events of his travels with you replaying in his mind until he ultimately falls asleep.

Maybe he’ll never know that, because unfortunately for Wanderer, you’re the biggest idiot he’s ever met in his life. When the wanderer had accepted his newfound feelings for you, the only way he knew to react was to treat you with a meaner attitude. Yet his mannerisms were different—maybe even caring at times?

He has a habit of insulting people due to his huge superiority complex, but Wanderer just insults you whenever you do anything he finds attractive. Like, “Why are you smiling so much? It looks stupid on you.” or “What, are you just so happy to be in the presence of a creation the equivalent of a god? Wh— you are? …Shut up already, lowly human.”

His mean comments tread on the line of flirtatious overtime, and he grimaces whenever you just brush it off as his usual bitter personality. He’s weirdly good at finding back-handed ways to compliment you, “Your cooking tastes good, I bet I could do better, though.” and it pisses him off when you give him the same oblivious look every time—you idiot, when will you realize he adores every single thing about you?! Not like he’s been very apparent himself, though…

One time the Wanderer had picked some flowers and almost shyly handed you to them, anxiously waiting for your reaction as he held out the Sumeru roses in front of you “Hey, you like flowers, right? …Since you’ve done so much for me, here… ?! Why are you just gawking at me like that—? Take it already or I’m throwing them away.” Yet your response made the Wanderer want to dissolve right then and there, smiling and taking the bouquet from his hands, Wanderer nearly shivering at the faint contact of your fingertips against his.

“Thank you, Wanderer.”

“…Idiot.”

Oh archons, Wanderer’s really dug himself into a hole. And what’s even more frustrating is that you don’t even see any romantic intentions in the random flowers he gives you, something that had became a daily occurrence. But no way in hell was Wanderer gonna swallow his pride and straight up TELL you he likes you, he’d rather die than do that.

Tbh the progression of how much more romantic or affectionate his actions become is almost depressing to see, the only thing Wanderer receiving is a tilt of the head and a cute smile—not like that wasn’t enough of a reward for him, anyway, but those stupid horribly enchanting eyes of yours gave away how dense you were being to his feelings!!!!

At some point all of this has just been bubbling up under the surface of his chest, so on one fateful night, some of the Wanderer’s feelings finally slip past his lips. You had set up a campsite for the night, the calm fire that gurgled and popped emitting a kind warmth and light that perfectly reflected off your features—you looked really pretty right now, you always did. These thoughts regularly came to Wanderer’s mind, and he used to adamantly push them away, but he’s long accepted this horrible thing called ‘affection’— so these bubbling thoughts continued to drift and be pondered upon his mind.

“…You’re pretty.” he whispers

He watches you perk your head, turning to the man with wide-eyes from where he sat a reasonable distance away from you. “Huh?”

Wanderer scoffed, repeating himself louder this time “I said—you’re pretty.”

You paused, lips parted but the words fell dead on your tongue. He narrowed his eyes at you, he wasn’t gonna confess, not today, but he’s sick of seeing that dumb look on your face all the time.

“…Thank you?” he only grimaced more at your usual response.

“You know what I mean when I say that, right?”

You shook your head “Not really, but I’m glad that you don’t hate me as much as you used to.”

Now it was his turn to pause, that same dumbfounded look now on his face. Since when did you think he hated you? “Idiot, who said I hated you? I’m the same level as an omnipotent god, I could have discarded you a long time ago… and besides…”

“Besides what?”

The Wanderer bit his lip, why is he hesitating? Is he scared? No, no, that can’t be, you’re just a lowly human, is all, a beautifully wonderful human… “You’re, well, not horrible to talk to, and even if you act stupid sometimes I—

—I guess that’s what makes me so attracted to you.”

…

“Are you flirting with me?”

Holy shit. A part of Wanderer just wanted to take back everything he just said from how dumb you sounded, but holy shit! You noticed, finally. He couldn’t help the wide smirk when he got a taste of what you looked like when you were blushing, the red tint blooming across your cheeks. He chuckled, leisurely crossing his leg over and folding his arms smugly;

“Have been for the past few months, but thanks for noticing.”

#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection #[💌] letters of songbird #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #wanderer genshin #wanderer x reader #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin

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A handful of people have requested I expand on my epiphany that the Tenth Doctor is the Doctor lineup’s equivalent of Enamored Smurf, so here I go if you care to waste some time-

Lots of Doctor/Rose fans like to say Ten was born out of love, specifically for Rose. He is tailor-made for her; we saw that. Even in the novelized version of The Christmas Invasion, Rose suspects that the Doctor’s new face has picked up a few of her mannerisms. I want to say, firstly, that I’m not sure that it’s technically canon that Ten was made for Rose, or that if you asked the writers, they’d say that his tenth regeneration was born out of love for her. I actually can’t find anything in my limited research where that’s canon – it’s fan speculation, but it seems to be true and that’s the short version of why I think Ten is the Enamored Smurf of the Doctors. But of course I’m me so this will take longer than that.

I’ll start with this factoid – Ten has kissed every one of his official companions. That says something. Bupbupbup wait, I know, that was Cassandra on New Earth, it was just a genetic transfer on the moon, he needed a shock to eradicate the poison in 1926, etc. Okay, I know he has good reasons behind each kiss, but it says something that David Tennant’s Doctor is the Doctor that the show felt most comfortable - how do I say this kindly - auctioning off romantically. Jon Pertwee’s Doctor, Tom Baker’s, even Peter Davison’s before him – there was a much different sort of conduct with them, just in my opinion. I don’t know if the audience at the time or the writers at the time would have been quite so free with the Doctor’s romantic potential. With Tennant’s Doctor, it’s just. Everyone. All the time. Astrid, Christina, Madame de Pompadour, Joan Redfern, Queen Elizabeth. Look, Ten is not the first Doctor to be kissing companions or even almost-companions, but he’s the one that seems to do it most often, especially in the 2005 revival (and here we exclude Matt Smith’s Doctor because he came afterward and Moffat was at the helm and Moffat cannot write a male protagonist who doesn’t kiss or get kissed by every young woman breathing near him). What I’m communicating here is that there is something about the Tenth Doctor that is, by nature, very romantic. He is romance-inclined. And most fans take that to be a direct result of the way he was brought into existence. The Doctor’s ninth incarnation was killed by absorbing the Time Vortex, and the only way he could survive that process was to regenerate. How did he absorb it? He pulled it out of Rose Tyler to save her life, after she absorbed it to save his. How did he pull it out of her? He kissed her! Could he have done it in a different way? *noise in my throat for I-don’t-know* Probably. Maybe he could’ve hooked her up to something in the Tardis, or used the sickbay or even tried the Zero Room. But he didn’t; he kissed her, and it’s canon in both RTD’s words and the words of the cast and other writers that Nine kissed Rose because he wanted to kiss Rose, and because he wanted to save Rose, and he was happy to give his life for hers – and that these actions were done out of love. Romantic love explicitly, as well as the self-sacrificial type of real, true, lasting love. That was agape stuff right there. Be still my heart hooooo boy-

So Nine is dying because he sacrificed that incarnation of himself to save Rose, because he loved her. And when he changed, when he regenerated, he changed into this younger-looking, Londony puppy dog man with hair Rose obviously likes and with a clear inclination toward romance. From the first, he’s a dashing hero with ego and brains.

Suddenly the Doctor is not the war-torn, forty-something-looking Northerner that takes a tiny bit to warm up to people and doesn’t seem to think much of himself. Suddenly, the Doctor likes to wink and click his tongue, give crooked smiles and really-tight hugs, and boy does he love physical touch. The tenth is obnoxiously flirtatious, and, appearance-wise, he’s just as grin-heavy and charismatic as the men we’ve seen Rose prefer in past episodes. If we go with the long-running theory that regeneration, while definitely 80% uncontrollable, can be at least a little influenced by cause of death and the emotional inclination of the Gallifreyan who is regenerating, then the most logical explanation is what?

He is ‘born out of love’. The Tenth Doctor is almost literally fizzing with passion. Look at him. Go look at him. Is he not hand-stitched to be roguish and attractive and fun and amiable and watch out, ladies-

(Mr. Tennant you are a fabulous actor and you do the show credit and you are this generation’s Tom Baker and you are more than your eyebrows, sir, please forgive me, we love you-) Even when he is being weird, he is being charming. Even when Martha does not know why he’s throwing away his shoes, even when she has concrete proof that he is another species and not human, she still swoons when he kisses her or smiles at her or looks in her direction. (Mad Martha, charity Martha, you deserve much better!) When River calls him ‘pretty boy’, even Donna’s affirmation comes out a bit quick, and there is no chance of that relationship ever being romantic. Astrid only has to meet his eyes one time and she’s a goner. Do not get me started on Madame de Pompadour-

The Tenth Doctor is a total Casanova. He exists in a state of romantic potential, because when the Doctor changed his face into that face, it was after saving – and finally embracing – this human girl that he is objectively, canonically in love with. He is Enamored Smurf. Now, that’s actually a huge problem. Because an alien man engineered to love one person is a lovely thing - as long as he can love that person. But the issue is that he’s a Time Lord. He can’t love the Earth girl practically the way he would like to, the way that’s best. He can’t settle down with her, he can’t even marry her. He knows that. He will outlive her. So he can’t ever say I-love-you because that’s commitment, and he can’t commit to Rose because it would be dangerous and unfair, especially to her. It wouldn’t (in his opinion) lead to a happy ending for both of them, but I already beat this horse to the deadest death, he’s buried over there, shhh-

Okay. So what does he do with all that love? While he’s with Rose, it’s mostly fine. He can show her all the time that he’s absolutely gone for her without ever saying it. “Oh, she knows.” “Does it need saying?” I mean. If the constant hand-holding and hugging and disarming smiles (ah, The Stone Rose, how are you today my beloved-) didn’t say it, the REALLY INTENSE BROWN EYES BURNING HOLES IN HER FACE will say it just fine.

Only this incarnation of the Doctor isn’t just romantically-inclined. He’s also got the biggest freaking ego I have ever seen on that man, don’t look at me Six, avoid eye contact Three- He’s full of passion, as aforementioned. Everything is – wait for it – at a ten. Where are you going, come back here-

So if he’s full of passion, that means everything he feels is at its peak. When he’s angry, he’s furious. When he’s sad, he’s miserable. When he’s confused, it’s a thousand whats before we get to a proper line of dialogue. When he’s happy it’s the best smile in the universe. And when he’s in love? Do not get in the line of fire (and by that I mean the big-brown-eye-contact) or you will be struck down in your prime. The issue with being the Doctor and being born out of love, full of passion, but unable to settle down with the object of that love? The issue is that it all goes other places, too. It’s not just for Rose. The Doctor as a character has forever been, in a sense, in love with the universe. In love with the human race in particular (not romantically, yikes, but you get it). If ever there were a species he’d be most inclined to fall for romantically, it’s going to be a human being. We saw it before Rose, we’ll probably see it after Rose, though not at the same level because – well, different relationships are different relationships.

And this Doctor has a huge ego. He loves attention. He loves praise. He even loves being adored. He knows darn well Martha fancied him the whole time and he still kept her close to him, and then bragged about it to Donna later. He finds the fact that he enchanted and snogged Madame de Pompadour delightful, and funny, even though he met her first as a child and hi, he has two very-mortal human beings already traveling with him on that clockwork spaceship who he should probably not leave to be disassembled for five and a half hours. One of which is supposedly the person he is in love with and who loves him back. But I digress; that episode in particular is another horse to beat at another time. Not Arthur. A different horse. He seems to pass out attraction and affection easily, and really take pride in that, which, if I were Rose, would be incredibly unnerving when he’s so affectionate toward you but he is also flirty and loose with basically every other woman he meets as well. Hear me, Rose is not entitled to reciprocation – neither is the Doctor, actually – but it does demonstrate surprising carelessness on his part after Nine’s clear, unwavering preference and devotion toward Rose. It’s obvious they care so much about each other, it’s obviously love, but of course she wanted him to say it out loud. He gives her reason to doubt that she’s in any way special to him. But because she’s Rose, of course she decided to stay with him because he needs someone, because she loves him, regardless of how thoughtless he can sometimes be about how he may be affecting her.

(I don’t like that about Ten, personally. I don’t like the ego, or the rampant flirting, but I really dislike that carelessness. And I understand the difficulties and the complications and the layers to that romantic relationship, to Doctor/Rose, and I get that it makes for good television drama, but also – sometimes you just wanna shake him. Either say you love her, or say very clearly that it will never work out and you are refusing to commit. You can have all the best intentions in the world because you love her, but if you’re not clear with her, it’s just making things harder for her on days when you are winking at and holding hands with someone else. I can make a separate post about how I have a very bittersweet opinion on Ten and would not like to travel with him, but…eh.)

Anyway. This post is longer than I wanted. The point I am trying to make is that he is the Doctor who is, yes, the most inclined toward romance, Enamored Smurf, but also that that is not always a good thing. Being born out of love and being full of passion can be a very dangerous thing. He is not just the most inclined toward romance – he is also the Doctor who is the most inclined toward villainy. Get behind me, Moffat, no Eleven is not-

As the Doctor with the most passion, born out of love, when I say that when he’s angry he’s furious, I am talking Time Lord Victorious furious. He is at times the most imposing version of the Doctor. In fact, there’s an entire alternate multimedia canon dedicated to the idea that the Tenth Doctor specifically could one day be a villain, after making a thousand small decisions that surface-wise don’t seem so bad, but that eventually snowball into one big, bad decision. And suddenly he thinks he’s a god and we have to root against him. And that’s just one drawback. The other drawback is plainly seen after Doomsday and Journey’s End – the Tenth Doctor cannot handle losing Rose. He’s completely ruined without her. He changed every single cell in his body with an eye toward loving her, and when she is gone, it probably feels like an enormous chunk of himself is missing. It probably feels like everything is tilting sideways, just a little bit, all the time. And the fact that he lost her and never explicitly told her how he felt? He has no idea what to do with himself. He goes from bad to worse. First of all, it’s made very clear that he is okay with dying when Rose is gone. We saw that in Turn Left. He was never trying to survive anything he ever did. He was saving other people, but he would have died several times over and had zero desire for self-preservation. The man practically begged the Daleks to kill him in Manhattan, and he would have drowned (in misery and river water) if Donna hadn’t been there to tell him “You can stop now!”

He has Martha and that helps, but she leaves. He has Donna and that helps, but she has to go too. He had Rose again, just for a second, but he can’t keep her this time, and that’s the last straw. He just snaps. Then it’s all bitterness, it’s all anger, it’s all ego. And it’s all at a ten, because what is he when he’s born out of love and the woman he loves is gone? What does he do with all that passion and pain? I’ll tell you what he does. He becomes the worst, most dejected maniac in the universe. He goes from wishing he could die to stubbornly refusing to die. And when it is time to die, he tries to be sure the last human face he sees is Rose’s face.

Actually the more I’m talking about it, the more I’m thinking Ten is the saddest Doctor. At least his other incarnations tried to die as heroes. At least they didn’t get to the point where they could look at Wilfred Mott, a global treasure, and say “not remotely important”. He’s Enamored Smurf, but he can’t do what he was sort of made to do. He can’t be with Rose. He can love her by giving her the chance for a happy ending, and he can love her by showing her the universe, and he can love her by giving his life for her, but he can’t keep her. He has to be without her. He can’t settle down (why do you think John Smith was so quick to fall in love and want a future with Nurse Redfern while being unable to stop dreaming of Rose, unable to stop dreaming she kept walking away?). If there was any version of the Doctor that wanted to be human in order to be with someone he loved, it would be Ten. Because he’s born out of love. And he just can’t escape that. Like this really beautiful, wonderful plant that gets moved out of the sun and is unable to reach water, so all its fruit goes sour. He’s miserable. Oh look I made myself sad-

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Imagen the female riddle in the remarried empress but ace and deuce Carter and trey join her.

🌹For the first time I will feel bad for ace because he is a going to be be collared so many times because of rattrash and sovieshit.

🌹Imagen sovieshit having the audacity of be jealous of her dorm mates joining her in the eastern empire to the point he wants to banish them for the stupidest things because he is jealous that she hangs out with them and not him.

🌹Her being frustrated that her dorm members get treated shitty even ace does not deserve it and her asking heinley to move them in the western kingdom for protection because they are the only thing that she has close to home.

🌹Heinley baking with trey and spending time with the other dorm members and how would her react to riddle mc asking for them to live in the western kingdom because she is worried about them.

🌹And how would navier react to her daughter like handmaiden deal with her dorm members her and her ladies in waiting seing her collar the aduese duo a couple of times because of mistakes seeing Carter and trey calming her and seeing that she cares for them.

🌹Imagine navier finding her crying in the rose garden with a hedgehog after she send her dorm members along with heinley and her feeling homesick now she finally got her dorm members back sovieshit and rattrash took them away.

(Inspired by this beautiful art)

🌹How would they react to her being ingaged or on love with kosiar and seeing how protective he is of her and how she is the handmaiden of navier them being annoyed with the concubine .

🌹How would rattrash react to her dorm members joining her and how jealous sovieshit gets because of them her trying to drag her name in the mud like she did to nian tuiana and failing because how serious she is.

(I love how they are reading black butler)

Part 1 here

Sovieshu

He is most definitely jealous that you would hang around these incompetent fools rather than him (who we all consider an incompetent fool, but moving on). He’s still upset that you turned down his request to make you his second mistress, but your dorm members were on your side and backed you up by pulling up the Queen’s Rules.

It gets to the point where he has half a mind to banish them from the Eastern Empire and force you to become his mistress. However, he knew that both Navier and Rashta would prevent that from happening because the former actually cares about you and the latter would feel that her position is threatened.

This unfortunate Emperor does get a headache because of the ADeuce duo, but it was the first time he was able to see you actually collar someone. Then, the whole thing with Kosair being banished happened, and Sovieshu watched you cry and yell at him for sending away the love of your life. If that wasn’t the verbal equivalent of a slap across the face, I don’t know what is.

So… he lost you to his soon-to-be-former brother-in-law. Your dorm members seemed to support the both of you, and they even started making preparations to leave for the Western Kingdom. However, Navier’s handmaidens left last, and you were one of them.

That meant that he had enough time to try and trap you within the palace walls. Unfortunately for him, you had experience with sneaking out, and you had magic so it really wasn’t that hard. Plus, you had your Heartslabyul comrades, since they hadn’t left yet. So you left behind an Empire and a devastated Emperor.

Rashta

Ever since she found out that Sovieshu was in love with you, she tried everything to drag your name through the mud. However, your friend Cater, in his short time there, became friends with most of the nobility. Thus, her plans never worked.

But, she could tell that your dorm members were giving the Emperor a headache constantly, so she kind of planted the seed of banishment within his mind. When you found out that he was about to make the executive order, you used your magic to restrain him and the young mistress herself.

Then, Sovieshu banished Kosair. She could tell that you were devastated, and she pretended to be sad for you, but in reality she knew that this was beneficial to her. However, she turned to look at her ‘husband’, and he was sad for you. This really infuriated her because he was supposed to be in love with her… not you.

She couldn’t spend too much time on that matter, as the Emperor and Empress were being divorced soon. You hadn’t moved over to the Western Kingdom yet because Navier still needed you, and she didn’t expect anything to happen. But, before you had the chance to leave with the other handmaidens, you were captured and locked away. Even this was a step too far on Sovieshu’s part.

Fortunately, even though Rashta didn’t do much to help, she did point your dorm members in the right direction. She just wanted you out of the Empire at this point. Once you had escaped, she focused on trying to bring comfort to her new husband so that he may forget about you. It didn’t work, but it’s the thought that counts.

Navier

Upon finding out that you collared both Ace and Deuce, she almost spit out her tea from laughing. She gets along great with Cater and Trey as well, since Cater can easily navigate the social scene and Trey makes her favorite meals when she’s feeling particularly stressed by her husband’s actions.

When she heard that Sovieshu was contemplating banishing your friends, she stepped in and put that thought to rest. To avoid you being worried, she kept it from you. But she did tell you that you might need to reel in your subordinates lest they get into trouble.

However, it seems that His Imperial Majesty is dead set on making both you and her sad and stressed, as he banished Kosair from the Eastern Empire. She went to her garden to take a breather when she saw you in the red rose section crying and holding a hedgehog. She knelt down beside you and pulled you into a comforting hug (lucky reader 😭).

Then, she went through the whole divorce process with Sovieshu, and she had a bad feeling about not sending you ahead of time. You assured her that you would be fine, but you weren’t because when you tried to leave with the other handmaidens, a few guards kept you from leaving. She didn’t hear about this until you told her once you made your great escape and fled to the Western Kingdom.

Speaking of, when you both reunited, she pulled you into a tight hug, then she moved on to greeting the rest of Heartslabyul. During the whole sending-off ceremony for the knights, she watched with a small smile as you placed a kiss on her brother’s cheek as a farewell. Truly, you both were made for each other, according to Navier.

Heinrey

He was a bit concerned when he saw that some of the Heartslabyul members had collars about their necks, but Navier told him what happened. Bro made a mental note to not get on your bad side. Still, the whole situation was quite hilarious to him.

Through one of the Empress’s letters to him, he learned that the Emperor was thinking about kicking your friends out of the Empire to back you up into the corner of mistresshood so you wouldn’t be able to escape. As a result, he made preparations in the Western Kingdom to ensure that he would be ready to receive them.

However, he didn’t expect to receive Kosair instead. Heinrey could tell that the man was stressed and worried about you, mainly because you were still in the Eastern Empire, which was ruled by a man who was deeply in love with you. The bird-man understood perfectly, because he constantly worried about Navier

But, you arrived in the Western Kingdom along with your Heartslabyul comrades as well as Navier’s other handmaidens. Upon seeing each other, you both gave each other a hug. You two were friends, as you helped him win the heart and hand of his Queen, so yeah.

Ever since then, business carried on as usual. You were still a handmaiden to Navier, you still collared Ace and Deuce, Cater got along well with the noble families due to his social skills, and he found a new companion in Trey. The two loved to bake, so that’s where it came from.

Kosair

Not going to lie, he was definitely jealous at the sight of you hanging around four men that he did not know. But he got to know them, and he and Trey got along the most. He absolutely despises Ace and Deuce because they are infuriating, and he’s kind of indifferent towards Cater. And we all know that he loves you.

He was the one you went to when you found out that Sovieshu was thinking about banishing your dorm because they were the last line of defense you had to not become his mistress. That’s when Kosair took a deep breath and pulled out a ring from his pocket. He wishes he could have proposed to you under better and more romantic circumstances, but now you had an indisputable reason to not become the Emperor’s second mistress.

Things kind of went downhill when Kosair got banished. You both wrote letters to each other, and you were glad to see that Heinrey allowed him to take up residence in the Western Kingdom. But what you didn’t know is that the man laid awake at night because he’s so scared about what could become of you in his absence.

Then, once you both were reunited, he just about dipped you down and kissed you passionately on the wharf. Your dorm members let out a few gasps, but Cater let out a cheer and Ace let out a loud whistle. Just wait… this happy moment isn’t going to last long once you tell Kosair that Sovieshu tried to keep you trapped in the Eastern Empire. But that’s for a later time.

Your wedding was absolutely beautiful. Trey walked you down the aisle, and Kosair teared up. You looked just like a dream. There were red roses occupying a lot of the space. Once the officiant said ‘you may kiss the bride’, this man wasted absolutely no time. Ever since you accepted his proposal, he has been waiting for this day.

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