Me (very powerful immortal dude, but currently a literal living statue, alive and aware but unable to move or interact with the world at all due to a poorly implemented failsafe) and the bad bitch (a fragment of a god, the embodiment of the structure inherent in all creation, for whom I have created a fake body out of magic and vibes that has fuckin AMAZING tits bc she wants to study how humans react to tits while she runs a noodle restaurant and uses my unmoving body as a coatrack) I pulled by being artsy
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Is anyone else extremely curious what would happen if an Elantrian and a yoki-hijo worked together?
I keep imagining one of the giant rock formations that's a titanic Aon, the Elantrian pouring power into it so it functions off both magic systems.
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I truly spent about 80% of Yumi and the Nightmare Painter thinking that branderson liked his dayside/nightside planet concept from White Sands so much he decided to reuse it lmao.
Pleased to find out that wasn't the case but I still think it would have been funny if he, like the majority of the fanbase, decided to pretend that White Sands never happened.
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i don’t know what the fuck was happening in Yumi and the Nightmare Painter but i’m pretty sure it’s not neurotypical
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Warmth by Thirstspren
Rated General, 1000 words, Akane/Yumi
Yumi settles into her new life and begins to realize there's something missing.
Turns out, running a restaurant was a lot harder than it looked. Especially when the head server wasn’t great at talking to people, the head chef had only been cooking for a single week, and all the financials existed solely in the brain of a person who was no longer on the same planet.
(If Design even had a brain. Yumi still didn’t know what that strange woman was, nor did her old assistants, who had thankfully stayed on to prevent complete disaster. Except the one who’d fled when the old coatrack had come to life. Putting up with Design’s oddities had been one thing, but no job was worth putting up with that, he’d said.)
Worse, Painter’s role in saving the city had made him a minor local celebrity, drawing thronging crowds and massive scrutiny, and a clumsy business operation coupled with furious demand was a recipe for failure. Both feared that all their admiration would last only as long as their patience for late, cold noodles.
“These (lowly) customers,” Painter groused one night after closing, as they stacked chairs on the tables for sweeping. “Please tell me I was never this infuriating.”
Yumi balanced a chair on one leg. “I may no longer be a yoki-hijo, but that has not changed my position on lying,” she said.
Painter laughed, then leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. The chair toppled.
He winced apologetically and put the chair back the normal inverted way. “I’m just saying. I’m an artist. Why did Design think I’d know how to wait tables?”
Yumi nodded in sympathy. They both knew he’d get better with practice, but that didn’t ease his frustration in the time being.
In comparison, she felt a little guilty at how quickly she was improving in her new role.
They maintained separate residences, because neither felt ready to move in together. Ironically, sharing a body did not prepare them for sharing an apartment. Neither could be comfortable at the other’s preferred temperature, for a start. Fortunately, all the former nightmare painters had been permitted to keep their free housing for a year to ease their transition into a radically changing labor market, and Yumi took over Design’s former quarters in the back of the restaurant, so they didn’t have to worry about rent.
Each night, after they closed, she practiced for long hours, basking in the residual warmth of boiling broth, measuring out herbs and spices and other ingredients until she knew the look and weight of them intuitively, and she could reach for each ingredient without conscious thought. Meanwhile Painter walked home every night, watching the walls come to life with extraordinary murals commissioned by the government to create work for the unemployed artists. Artists who weren’t him. He’d finally gotten his love of painting back, just in time to lose his calling. Then they’d sleep separately, and in the morning, they’d unite for breakfast and watch a couple shows on the hion viewer at Painter’s apartment. Yumi would cocoon herself in blankets, and Painter would do his best to snuggle her from the outside.
It was nice. But part of her felt like something was missing. She no longer felt that sizzle of energy when they touched, for starters. That had been about their condition, she discovered—it hadn’t been about them. Without the fate of both worlds hanging in the balance and a spirit artificially connecting their souls, Yumi feared she and Painter were falling out of sync. Like a stone that refused to balance on one side, and needed a different orientation.
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noodle shop poly chart i made a while back! idk what their ship name would be.
more in depth image description under the cut, done by @cosmereplay
ID: a diagram titled Yumi and the Nightmares Painter polycule. Painter, Yumi, Toji, and Akane are shown as heads. I'll describe them individually and then their relationships.
- Painter has he/they pronouns. He is scowling. He's labelled boywife.
- Yumi has she/her and neopronouns. She has long flowing hair and she's smiling and blushing. She is labelled girlwife.
- Toji has he/him pronouns. He's smiling confidently. He's labelled boyhusband.
- Akane has she/her pronouns. She's wearing makeup and smiling knowingly. She's labelled girlhusband.
Painter and Yumi have a bidirectional line that's labelled "bonded like stray cats. Do Not separate."
Toji and Akane have a bidirectional line that's labelled "2 hot people dating who love each other very much".
Yumi to Akane reads "crush at first sight and first person to be nice to her." Akane to Yumi reads "finds her adorable and likes to teach her stuff."
Painter to Akane reads "first girlcrush and first person who was nice to him"
Akane and Toji share a line to Painter. It reads, "Wow! This guy is crazy talented! He cares so so much".
Toji to Painter reads "first boycrush, strong, kind and passionate."
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The scene at the end of Yumi and the Nightmare Painter where Painter painted Yumi back from the dead gave me BIG BIG feelings about Adolin and Maya. Do you believe the power of love can literally give someone physical form?? Cause Brandon does!!
(Yes I know that Maya isn't nearly as Invested as Yumi but come on give me this)
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