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[sophrosyncc]

— what's up bro ?

you call the chrysos heirs bro. how do they react to it?

warnings/tags : slight story spoilers (you'll only notice them if you squint your eyes), gender-neutral reader, crack, slight ooc behavior (for the comedic effect) author's note : apologies for suddenly disappearing out of nowhere. I have severely underestimated how busy I'd be 🥀🥀 a bit of silly stuff before the dreaded 3.4 arrives. might edit this later characters : aglaea, anaxa, castorice, phainon.

aglaea

in her many years of leading the flame-chase journey, the last thing she expected was to be called bro.

no. you aren't the first one to call her that. both children and teenagers in the recent age of amphoreus have approached her with that nickname. cipher and phainon are definitely at the scene of the crime as well.

if she dislikes you, she'll ignore you or politely tell you off. unless you're elder caenis which is an entirely different situation on it's own.

compared to the next person on this list, she doesn't mind it if you call her that around others. it'll be a bit awkward at first but she gets used to it. there are far worse names or titles that others have given her, and she's glad that yours comes from a place of no ill intent.

if you are associated with phainon and cipher to a good extent, expect her to ask you if you were dared to do that.

maybe she'll give you an amused smile or laugh a bit after you call her bro. aglaea enjoys the unpredictability you bring in her life filled with daily routines and responsibilities. it's a nice break from what she's usually used to.

the only time you shouldn't is if she's doing something important.

on the other hand, if you're her lover, she'll be a be more playful with you. she may or may not call you bro when you least expect it. what's even worse is that no one will ever believe you if you tell them. the demigod of romance calling you bro out of nowhere sounds more impossible than completing the flame-chase journey.

can you really blame her? it's funny to see you surprised. aglaea can and will be a tease.

if you try to catch her off guard, it won't work.

call her garmentmakers bro as well and she'll enjoy it.

"hm? I don't remember calling you by that nickname. perhaps you have mistaken the voice from one of my garmentmakers for me — some of them can be playful."

anaxa

first of all, why would you call him bro?

are you asking for a death sentence? an early entrance to the nether realm?

or to catch his attention?

we're talking about the man who doesn't want to be called anything but anaxagoras. the same one who corrects everyone to the point he's made it a personal rule — he has a voiceline ranting about his own name.

if the two of you are strangers, he won't hesitate to tell you off. if he dislikes you, he'll give you a glare too or straight up ignore you. he isn't going to waste his time on you when he has better things to attend to.

however, if you're friends or lovers with him, anaxa will stare at you for a few good seconds. the scholar's silently judging you. he doesn't know whether being called bro is better than being called anaxa. to put it simply, it's awkward. he still corrects you in the end.

continue calling him bro after the first time and he'll eventually get used to it.

no. he's not calling you bro. it'll only happen in your dreams.

the era nova will happen before anaxa calls you bro.

call him bro in the classroom or anywhere near his students and he'll give you the nastiest side eye you've ever received. anaxa does not need the troublemakers getting ideas from you. that includes the other chrysos heirs as well.

a huge emphasis on the other chrysos heirs. entertaining the thought of phainon, cipher or aglaea hearing about that gives him dread. give this man some peace please.

"first of all, that's anaxagoras to you and remember that well. secondly, i'm not your bro. refrain from referring to me with such nicknames next time."

castorice

she... doesn't know how to react.

speechless. quiet.

a bit flabbergasted, even.

no worries, you didn't offend her at all. castorice simply doesn't know how to reply.

you are most likely the first one who's ever called her that. congratulations!

not a lot of people approach the hand of death and call them bro casually. people have called her by many names or titles as well, similar to aglaea, and the last thing that comes to mind is a casual nickname. castorice is also aware that she isn't the liveliest person around.

whether you're a stranger or someone she dislikes, she'll give you an awkward nod or ignore you. if there's others around her when you call her bro, she'll think you're talking about someone else. anyone but her.

however, if you're a friend: despite the silly nickname, she likes it.

being called bro isn't something she's definitely used to, but it's a nice and pleasant surprise. it gives her a sense of normalcy and comfort. it'll take more time for her to get used to it compared to the others. call her that with other people in the area and she'll be a bit confused if you're talking about her or someone else.

castorice won't call you bro often, but sometimes she will.

not a lot will change if you're her lover. she'll still react the same for the most part, but I can imagine her surprising you with another silly nickname of her own. it has to be mutual.

please just don't call her that in front of aglaea or tribbie.

she will be a bit embarrassed.

"it's... alright. there's no need to apologize. I enjoy the nickname quite a bit actually. please— don't be scared to call me that again, or other similar words."

phainon

phainon takes it extremely well. too well.

in fact, he'll even reciprocate it.

no one is surprised at all.

it isn't the first time he's heard others call him like that or the first time he's called others bro. call him bro and he's calling you bro as well. equivalent exchange.

he has also called some of the other chrysos heirs bro as well. both of you are guilty of that.

the only time he won't do it is if he dislikes you a lot. if you've played the 3.3 story quest. depending on the situation and how much he dislikes you, he'll either firmly tell you to not do that next time, pretend you didn't call him that, or glare at you.

worry not, it takes a lot to have the deliverer hate you.

if you tell him to stop calling you bro, phainon will respect that. however, he'll find other silly nicknames to call you, ones that you don't mind.

if you're his friend or his lover... good luck. one way or another he'll turn it into a competition on accident or purposefully, and it'll only get more heated if you're just as competitive as he is. get ready to have bets over who can come up with the most absurd nicknames in one minute or something else.

just be careful to not drag anyone into it, lest the two of you want to replicate chaos that could rival penacony's disaster.

"bro? haha! I didn't expect that but I'm not against it either. I guess that means you're my bro now as well. what? don't look at me like that."

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[vera-deville]

I am here with but one simple request, jack with a non-confrontational, socially anxious reader! it’s such a contrast with his own confrontational manner and lone-wolf nature that I think would be quite interesting to explore (๑>ᴗ<๑)

love your writing, keep up the good work ^_^ ♡

Louder Than Words 05/03/2025

Pairing: Jack Howl x Reader Word Count: 1,104 Warnings: N/A Gender: GN Tags: @qaxdea, @katzline Notes: Thank you so much! I really needed to hear that, and I'm so happy you enjoy my writing! Masterlist

You had always known that group projects were simply another nook of purgatory established to make life that much more devious to get through.

The very idea of them gave your stomach leeway to twist into anxious knots, constricting like a boa until you couldn't breathe anymore. It wasn't that you didn't like people (okay, perhaps a little), but it was more so that you didn't know what to do with them. The talking. The awkward "who's doing what" conversation. The silent tug-of-war when nobody wanted to take the lead, and everyone kept glancing around, waiting for someone to volunteer. You'd rather write five essays alone in a cave than do one group project with three strangers who barely remember your name.

So when Professor Trein announced a four-person Herbology research project, you nearly curled up under your desk and died on the spot.

And of course, fate - cruel, ironic fate - put Jack Howl in your group.

Jack, with his gruff voice and stone-faced demeanor. Jack, who didn't care if someone got upset when he said what he really thought. Jack, who had no problem walking straight into confrontation like it was a warm summer breeze.

You were going to die. Or cry. Possibly (most likely) both.

The rest of your group was rounded out by a loudmouth from Savanaclaw named Yulan, who had opinions about everything, and a sleepy Octavinelle student who you were 90% sure was just in it for the grade. That left you, nervous, anxious, and wouldn't-say-boo-to-a-ghost you, trying desperately to keep things from going up in smoke.

The first meeting went about as well as expected.

"I'm just saying, if we're talking about magical soil composition, we have to include the variant growth properties from the Scarabia greenhouse. That stuff is wild."

"Yeah, but that's not what the assignment's asking for," Jack cut in, arms crossed. "It says we need to focus on herbological integration in real-world applications, not theory."

"I am talking about a real-world application!"

"Not if you can't prove it," Jack said flatly.

Yulan slammed a notebook on the table. "You wanna bet?"

You could practically feel your soul saying goodbye to your body.

"Um...maybe we can, uh, do both?" You squeaked, almost whispering.

Neither of them heard you.

"Alright, I'm done arguing," Jack growled, standing up. "If you want to waste your time, go for it. But I'm not failing because someone can't read a prompt."

Yulan bristled. "Who're you calling someone, dog boy?"

You slid a little further down in your seat.

And yet, even after the shouting and the note-slinging and the pure chaos of that first meeting, Jack stayed behind when the others left.

You hadn't said a word in the last fifteen minutes. Just scribbled things in your notebook and tried not to look like you wanted to evaporate.

Jack leaned against the table, arms crossed, looking almost...thoughtful.

"Hey," He said. "You okay?"

You blinked. "Huh?"

He nodded toward your still-white-knuckled grip on your pen. "You looked like you were about to bolt."

You flinched. "I...I don't really do well with conflict. Or people in general."

Jack's ears twitched. "I could tell."

You braced yourself for the judgement. The teasing. The "well, toughen up" speech.

But it never came.

Jack looked away, scratching the back of his neck. "Didn't mean to snap like that. I just hate when people don't listen. It's not personal."

You blinked again. Slowly. "You...weren't mad at me?"

He snorted. "You didn't do anything."

That shouldn't have made you tear up the way it did.

"Thanks," You said softly. "I, um...I wanted to say something, but I didn't want to make it worse."

He looked down at you, golden eyes narrowing slightly. Not in judgement. In...curiosity?

"You always like this with people?" He asked.

You nodded mutely.

Jack grunted. "Then I'll talk to them."

"What?"

"I'll keep the loud ones off your back. You focus on the research stuff. You're good at that, right?"

"I-I guess so. I mean, I like organizing and writing..."

"Good," Jack said simply. "Then you do that. And if Yulan tries to start another debate, I'll shut it down."

You blinked. "Just like that?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You want me to not help you?"

"No! I just...I'm not used to people being that direct."

"Guess that's why I'm here," Jack muttered. "Balance."

From then on, Jack didn't just participate in the project - he managed it. Not in the way most people would simply take over, but rather by smoothing out the chaos so that you never had to. If Yulan got too loud, Jack would glare at him until he quieted down. If the Octavinelle student slacked off, Jack growled until he did something useful. And whenever it came time to present your findings to the professor, Jack always, always deferred to you to start the presentation.

"You did most of the writing," He'd shrug. "It's only fair."

You couldn't remember the last time someone had made you feel...capable. Protected, even. But never belittled.

It wasn't just about the project anymore.

Jack started walking with you to class after your meetings. He'd slow his pace to match yours, quietly adjusting his long strides so you didn't feel like you were trying to keep up. When he asked you questions, he actually listened - ears twitching every so often as you spoke, tail swishing thoughtfully behind him.

"You talk quiet," He once said, "But you say smart things."

You flushed all the way to your ears.

Eventually, you even got comfortable enough to sit with him at lunch. Jack didn't talk much, but you didn't feel like you had to either. He liked the silence. He thrived in it. And now, so did you.

"Can I ask you something?" You mumbled one afternoon as you sat underneath a tree, papers spread between you.

Jack nodded.

Why do you go out of your way to help me? I mean, I'm not...strong. Or brave. Not like you."

Jack looked at you for a long moment, then snorted.

"You ever try doing something when your heart's about to leap outta your chest? Walking into a room full of people, talking even when your throat locks up?" He shook his head. "That's strength, too. Just a different kind."

You stared at him.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Don't look at me like I said something poetic."

You laughed. "Sorry. You just surprise me sometimes."

He shrugged. "I like people who are real. You don't put on a front. You just...are."

Your chest swelled with something warm and unsure and a little fluttery.

Maybe group projects weren't all bad.

Author's Note: I've been in a bit of a rut lately, which I was really sad about, because a couple of months ago, I had a really good streak going, and I was churning out fics at a rapid rate. Unfortunately, I just kind of fell off that streak for a while. I'm trying to get back into it, and I also plan on opening commissions soon! Please be on the lookout for more information regarding that, and I hope you enjoyed this fic!

[blackwall-my-tiny-husband]

Thursday Bangers 6/12

Wowie I swear we all got bombarded with work and irl stuff all at once! And I’m still playing catch up on things I so badly want to write! I’m still trying to read all of the Harding week things and everyone’s words and bangers so don’t stop tagging me I’ll eventually very happily read them <3

Lyric game started and hosted by @woundedsoul12 this week and thanks @chaosherald and @serensama for the tags

Rules: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays)

And I'd give up forever to touch you // Cause I know that you feel me somehow // You're the closest to Heaven that I'll ever be // And I don't wanna go home right now ~ Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls

Enjoy a little more of the Modern tech assassins au (I really never know what to call it) but a pre relationship piece! Harding week really had me all up in the still getting to know each other vibes

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Harding had been putting together a sandwich in her tiny postage stamp apartment when she tried to scoot past her couch and rammed her shin into the coffee table. She’d cursed loudly and wondered again why she’d moved to this city. It was huge and bustling and high tech and so so fancy. She’d been excited to live somewhere new after her stint with the military and Antiva City just seemed so interesting. But on her tiny salary she couldn’t afford much and her job prospects seemed bleak at best or too dull to stand. She tossed the plate onto the couch, glaring at the offending table corner and wishing she could kick it out of the way but there just wasn’t room.

Just as she was debating sitting the table up on its side the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting company and frowned, giving it a moment but then frantic knocking started and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Carefully, she snuck her way to the door and looked into the peephole.

She flung open the door and stood with a hip jutting out, hand on her hip.

“Zalan what are you doing here?” He was one of Varric’s many inside sources and when the journalist had introduced the two she hadn’t been all that impressed by the flirting and easy going charm he’d been sporting. She’d seen him trailing after Varric a while after that and had begrudgingly gotten to know him, he grew on people like a fungus. But for him to be showing up at her door? Unannounced? She wasn’t even sure how he knew her address!

“Hey Harding what’s shaking?” He was sweating and leaning against the doorframe but still trying for a charming smile. She glanced around behind him at the empty hall and frowned. “Hey can I come in? Varric and I were following up on a lead and I need a place to lie low for a minute or two.” She would have happily slammed the door in his face or told him to go wherever Varric had gone normally. But something about the way he was almost shaking and the urgency in his voice with undercurrents of fear made her think twice about shutting him out. And instead, she had a feeling she’d regret this later, pulled the door wider.

“Get in here and tell me what happened.” She said it on a sigh and he quickly shuffled in and closed the door, locking it for her and rushing them both away from the entrance. She pinched his hand on her shoulder and swatted at him, stepping away with a glare.

“Sorry sorry, lying low remember? T-those guys might be looking for me.” He voice seemed strained and he pressed a hand to his side. Which had Harding furrowing her brows and coming closer.

“Zalan de Riva, you tell me what in Andraste’s name is happening. Now.” She was firm and the glare she was giving him wasn’t lessening but he chuckled and smiled at her, leaning against the back of her couch and putting a hand on her shoulder, swaying.

“Have I ever told you you’re beautiful when you’re angry?” He asked, breathing hard. She thought about punching him but only scowled at him instead, “I didn’t know where else to go, my house is on the far side of the city and Varric sent me to check up on a lead- he’s in the hospital you heard? Broken leg- he sent me to check on a thing. A-and I got shot.” He staggered forward and this close now that she was looking for it she could see the dark spot blooming on his dark jacket, and growing. The information took a moment to sink in as she stared and then she burst into action.

She was yelling at him for being an idiot but moving him to the couch, clearing the space and momentarily mourning the loss of her sandwich and plate but refocusing and sitting him down to yank up his shirts.

A neat hole was gushing blood and Harding cursed grabbing a blanket and pressing down on the wound, as she felt around the man’s back she could feel a hole there too which was good. The bullet wasn’t lodged somewhere and she pressed his hands to the blanket,

“Hold this pressure.” It was a command and she ran for her medical supplies. Zalan was doing exactly as she instructed and had managed to wiggle free of his shirt and jacket laying on them and looking pale and green for his efforts.

She muttered idiot which he must have heard because he chuckled. She couldn’t figure him out, he was calm and was actively helping her as she got supplies out and cleaned the wound. Who was this guy that bullet wounds seemed to be just a part of his life?

He was suddenly less than collected as his eyes fluttered and rolled into the back of his head. Harding felt her own heart jump as she rushed to press wet fingers to his pulse. Cursing loudly the scout got into position and started compressions. Luckily for them both he came back quickly and Lace thought she might collapse there but she wasn’t done yet.

With her suture kit in hand Harding looked at Zalan, cringing. She didn’t even have any alcohol to offer him to dull the pain. He noticed her hesitation and flashed a weak grin,

“You can admire my stunning body later Harding, for now sew me up.” He waited a beat and gave a huff, “Don’t worry about me, I have a high pain tolerance.” He assured her and she gulped but braced herself and did as he she said.

//

He hadn’t screamed or flinched away and she had rushed, her sewing only barely passing for good. He was breathing shallowly and laying on her couch and she leaned over him, knee on the edge of the sofa. His eyes were glazed over but he hadn’t passed out yet which was good.

“So? How did I do? Did the Lace Harding save my life?” He asked, words slurring slightly and head nodding back as he struggled to sit halfway up. Lace shook her head at him in dismay, how could he still be like this after everything. Zalan followed her movements with drooping eyes. “No? Oh well if I’m dying at least I’m getting to see you before I go.” He mused, touching the back of her hand and a soft smile.

She couldn’t help the blush that blossomed over her skin at that and she scoffed and shook her head but didn’t shake off his hand.

“You aren’t dying you boob. You just got shot. No big deal right?” She wondered how it was no big deal but he hummed and nodded his agreement and closed his eyes, hand sliding into hers loosely. She didn’t like that he was drifting off but with his hand in hers she could feel his pulse. That was the reason she left it there, or that’s what she told herself as she watched him.

He’d have to answer some questions when he woke up. But for now, for Varric, she’d stay there and watch over him, she’d already saved him she couldn’t let him die on her now.

[quibbs126]

Oh yeah so someone on Twitter reminded me of the existence of Roller

We need to bring him back

As far as I’m aware, his only big appearance is in g1, at first in the pilot episodes (which is where I remember seeing him), and then like, a couple episodes after that, and I think he might show up in IDW, but not much else

He’s just like, Optimus’ little drone guy he deploys occasionally

Do what that Twitter user did and just make him like Optimus’ little son thing, like the Cassettes for Soundwave. From what I understand, Roller is technically supposed to be a component of Optimus like his trailer, so it works. Also Roller has varying levels of sapience, but he does at least have a name, so just make him a bot as well (since he does have some robot forms I think)

Also he has a gun sometimes. I will elaborate more in the next post

[sebdoesthings]

I'm so glad i watched Sk8 the Infinity as an adult and not a teen so I didn't turn into one of those annoying idiots who complain about "renga not being canon because they didn't kiss"

[mezzmerizd]

There's something so theraputic and lovely about learning that childhood shows have fandoms that are still alive today,, fanart, animatics, fics, comics, all of it. It's great to see the love i had for shows as a kid be still shared today, especially with characters represented in ways I can relate to today, too :3

[northwinds-art]

Added 2 new characters to artfight! Their references took me a long time but I wanted them to be clear.

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[ghostpunkrock]

I remember when you were rewatching bfu and wondered if Ryan asked Shane if he believes in ghosts before they started shooting, and in the podcast ep he said that he didn't really think about it and hoped for the best.... and that they didn't know what the dynamic was gonna be.... incredible

I was literally thinking about that when he said that on the pod 😂 I guess that’s another win for me being the #1 bfu perceiver and understander

[pinkislouder]

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[mbat]

i must be fr the only person who never rly cared for vee but thats mostly cause one of the first things we saw her do was throw away and give away luzs stuff as if it was hers and i just know if someone did that to me id be so pissed. do NOT touch my shit dude istg. like they didnt even know if luz was dead or not like at least wait a few years or some shit. not a month. its so petty of me but its also a fictional character so. i dont even hate her i just dont rly care in general

[x-cottage-goblin-x]

I cannot be having an Undertale hyper fixation in the year of our lord 2024.

[tempests-bards-and-birds]

honestly the only thing that could make me come back to star rail at this point would be them adding wendy AND making her playable and honestly i doubt that's gonna happen lol

[bmpmp3]

You've heard of Jars of Eyeballs, now get ready for:

Vials of Eyelashes

[canadiankakashi]

8, 12 n 15?

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Ohhhhhh that's a tricky one, hmmmmmmmm, perchance that Grian isn't actually a watcher, cursed or anything like that, he's just like that to spite God /silly

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

I don't think there is a unpopular character? But the skinless Beef clone from s7 is still one of the guys of all time

15.that one thing you see in fanart all the time

I absolutely love the non-human-ization of the guys!!!! It really shows off how passionate people are!! :D

[justjwab]

Top 10 posts customer service workers hate reading

very controversial opinion here, but sometimes customer service workers are the problem 😶