#rein answers

[reining-disaster]

(My hand slipped.) It was quiet. Night watch was seldom quiet. Beatrice set her jaw, trying not to become paranoid. She expected this sort of silence in Menzoberranzan, the city of the drow before the start of a house war...but not here; this was the heart of a forest. Not so much as a croak of a frog nor song of a cricket met her pointed ears. She hadn't given her concern much thought until she noticed Scratch was on alert now, sniffing the air uneasily. Something must be about, but what? Shifting from her post, the rogue moved to climb to a scouting position to perhaps qualm needless nerves if it happened to be a bear or something, only stopping at the voice of her newest companion, Rein. "I'm also afraid of ghosts but that's a little much isn't it?" With a soft tut, Beatrice began scaling silently up the old oak, just high enough to be a head taller than the shorter trees. On the branch just under her, she heard Rein join her in the tree, hanging upside down doing sit ups. It was new having company that wanted to spend time with her, but she strangely welcomed it. Nothing seemed amiss until some birds flew hastily from a nearby tree only a few yards away, how hadn't anything set them off before now? The only warning she heard was the snap of a twig within earshot and the pull of a bow string.

Catching the glint off the arrowhead in the moonlight and gauging the general direction it was aimed, the half-drow jumped from her perch, landing in a roll near Rein, as her daggers deflected a few gnarled looking arrows aimed at the barbarian's vitals before they could hit. A single cackled laugh turned into a chorus, one that sound like it was slowly surrounding the camp. "Gnolls? how didn't I smell-" Her question cut short as the skeletal form of a gnoll, a Witherling, sauntered into view, followed immediately by several gnoll hunters running in their direction. "Well, you weren't far off about ghosts!"

Rein was pretty happy to just spend time with her. Taking. Moving. He didn't really sleep much, so her company out a d a out was refreshing. He didn't have to spend the night alone.

It wasn't until her reaction where she blocked the death blow that he knew something was even up, "Nice save!" He flipped to the ground and landed on his feet, cracking his knuckles. He pulled the halberd from his back and moved it in front of himself in a defensive manner, "What brought them here!" He shouted, hopping to the side to avoid another arrow. Fucking Gnolls. He looked in the direction, but he didn't have very good dark vision. He had a little, but he wasn't exactly the person the call when there was a battle at night. Still. He stood with an wide stance. Waiting. Watching.

When the creatures came into view, he pulled a face, clearly disgusted, "That's... Not a ghost. More like a zombie. What the fuck are those?!" It was clear he wasn't well versed in the subject of the undead, "They look like Gnolls... If their fucking skin melted off. Like ugly werewolves."

Was he... Roasting these creatures?

"Yuck! Anyway we can fight these uggos while making sure I don't have to smell them?"

Yeah. He was roasting them.

As one of them howled, he winced at the sound, "Do we... Have a plan of attack or are we just winging it?" Rein was more close combat. His eyes began to glow red, waiting for an order before raging. Wanting to apply it before he lost his cognitive abilities.

@immortallaughter

[chimielie]

hello hello friend! how are ya? i’ve got an angst prompt for you if you’re not too busy. “i found some photos of us. i wish i missed you more but in all honesty, i hardly remember you now.” with oikawa plsss

hiiiii :) i’m good!!! how are you‼️ thank you for sending in one <<333

Oikawa's always forgetting to check his mailbox.

He has a guy he pays to go through it, anyway, weed out all the stalking threats and junk offers and hate mail from rival teams' fans. Still, even when it's fanned out on his table, he forgets, leaves it there for days until there's a moment where he's not in constant movement and he remembers to go through it.

This letter, though, he plucks out of the pile as soon as he sees it, hardly noticing the other envelopes slipping through his fingers, floating gracefully to the floor.

He crashes onto one of his dining table chairs much less gracefully, taking a second to take in the familiar scrawl of his name in your handwriting on the back. His heart beats fast; he never thought he'd receive one from you again.

You used to send them all the time, to his hotels when he went to away games or little notes stuck to the bathroom mirror because your schedules were so disparate you might as well have been long-distance. My Tooru, they'd read, you've done such an amazing job creating your dream life. Don't forget to take time to be proud of yourself! Grateful to be part of it. Sometimes you would quote a movie you'd recently seen together, or doodle him in his jersey, always labeled with his name and a little heart. He saved every one of them. They were tacked up next to his bed, judging him every time he fell into the sheets drunk, every time he came home late with his body worn out, every time he couldn't sleep because you were racing through his mind.

There wasn't a heart by his name, but you'd drawn one on the face of the envelope. He holds it to his chest briefly, battling desperately against the hope rising in him.

Hi Oikawa, it reads. I hope you're well! I'm moving out of my current place and I found some photos of us. I must have kept them after I moved the last time. There are some fun things I had completely forgotten about in there, though I'm sure we're both busy making new memories now. We probably wouldn't even recognize each other.

Your name is signed with a little smiley face. There's no return address. There are indents in the paper from his grip. Your words are polite, but Tooru can feel it.

You've forgotten all about him, but he's right where you left him.

[journey-to-the-attic]

real question: who cries at the wedding

let me break it down:

cries no matter what: asmo, mammon, luke

will cry if something tender happens in front of them: simeon, levi

gets choked up but doesn't cry properly: beel, diavolo

doesn't cry but is still touched: barbatos, solomon

doesn't cry and makes fun of the ones who do: belphie

does cry a little bit and is really really mad about it: satan

would have cried if she wasn't reeling a little from the fact that her dad married lucifer of all beings: ik

also as for the newlyweds themselves:

does not, did not, would NEVER cry, never mind the look on his face, or the fact that he's now hiding said face-: lucifer

held up well during the whimsical celebrations but was unashamedly weepy throughout the actual ceremony part: zhao

[silkhy-john]

WIP for your perusal:

Forgot how fun it was to put this man in situations. And for my next trick, I shall put him in more than just a situation, I promise :)

[why-raven]

YIUNO REINE The Hopeless Romantic・The Quest Giver・The Final Boss

[ra-vio]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[according2thelore]

Thank you for the masterlist!

The Sam's talking and just being antagonizing with each other is heartbreaking. But I think that when the inevitable "talk" happens, I can see them both finally sympathise with each other (more ES!Sam, the stubborn lovable guy). And that LS!Sam would probably burst out crying when ES!Sam eventually says "I forgive you." to him because even if Sammy doesn't say it, Sam knows that's what he's thinking. All Sammy could think of it that he has damned this Sam into this future, so hearing his younger self forgive him... it would probably be a huge weight off his shoulders

hi, anon!

thank you for being so patient with me--i've had an exam every other week for about two months now, and have had barely enough time to finish the event commitments i've had, but i'm finally able to sit down and chat about this!

your ask stuck in my brain like a burr because !!!!!! holy shit !!!!!!! you are so correct !!!!!

you've brought up such a fun and beautiful idea that i've danced around but yes!!!

LS!Sam walks around all the time so desperate for forgiveness, and here a younger version of himself is literally blaming him for how fucked up things turn out.

he's let down dean, he's released countless demons and lucifer onto the world, he barely avoided the apocalypse, and now here is his younger self saying "it's your fault" and also "i hate that i'm going to turn out like you."

like it's CRUSHING and i would not be surprised if LS!Sam has very little sympathy/patience for him. it's kind of self preservation to not.

to hear "it's okay," or "i understand," or "i forgive you" from ES!Sam would break LS!Sam. to get understanding and love from his harshest critic, from someone who can't even comprehend the depth to which sam has suffered, but trusts him enough anyway to give grace/try to understand is monumental. earth shattering.

it's like coming up for air because canonically, sam's "other" selves (e.g., young hallucination sam, soulless sam, lucifer sam, the versions of himself he had to fight, etc.) have had no sympathy for him.

when ES!Sam says "i forgive you" or "there's nothing to forgive," it's an ultimate act of self-love that sam has never gotten. he has never given himself the space to breathe or be forgiven or be understood, and here his younger self is, offering it. even though he himself still has to live through whatever sam has been through.

and i agree!! the talk would happen, and ES!Sam would 'forgive' him. he's stubborn, but he just doesn't know. how on earth could he be expected to know? i need to sit down and write that conversation.

LS!Sam would wear him down and earn his trust eventually, whether it's through saving dean or saving him, or just through pure good intentions, lmao.

thank you so much for this ask, anon! mwah mwah mwah!

-lizzy <3

[ES/LS verse masterlist/explanation]

[in-my-loki-feels]

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy with Lokius for the ask game!

Thank you for the ask! <3 This one got a little longer than the last so I added a Read More.

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

Mobius hadn’t wanted to leave Loki unsupervised, but Ravonna said she needed to see him, and Miss Minutes was running Loki through orientation, so it should’ve been fine.  Should’ve. Except now Mobius was hustling down the hall to get back to his desk and he could hear…singing? When he got to the analysts area, he came to a halt. It was a good thing no one else was around because Loki was currently doing some kind of dance, hopping from one leg to the other and spinning in circles. And singing, of course. The cause for the chaos was clutched in Loki’s hand: the bottle of whiskey Mobius had slipped away from a pruned timeline but didn't report. He just wanted to be able to enjoy the occasional nice drink without being scolded for indulging too much.  Judging by Loki’s state, Mobius would be lucky if there was a drop left, let alone a sip.  “Loki!” he hissed as he hurried over. There was no sign of Miss Minutes. “Loki!” 

Loki was singing in Asgardian, a bawdy tavern song as far as Mobius could tell. His eyes lit up when he spotted Mobius.  “Mobius!” he called, despite the dwindling distance between them. He raised the bottle in greeting, then tipped it back. Nothing came out. Mobius sighed as Loki lowered the bottle to frown at it in confusion. “What the hell are you doing?” Mobius hissed. “Give me that.” He snatched the bottle away, thunking it onto the desk only a little petulantly. It wasn’t easy to sneak things off the timelines.  “Singing!” Loki exclaimed, then lifted his voice again as he resumed his dance. Mobius rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, hands on his hips.  “You’re drunk.”  “I am not!” Loki stopped to give him an offended look.  “Shouldn’t gods have a high alcohol tolerance or somethin’?” “I am not drunk,” Loki said, carefully enunciating each word. “I am simply full.” A slow smile crept across his face. “Very full.” Then he was back to his song and dance routine.  Mobius was debating whether to throw Loki into a time cell to sleep this off when an arm hooked around his waist and he was spun into the motion.  “Whoa! Loki! Would ya let me go?” Mobius tried tugging at Loki’s arm to no effect.  They were facing opposite directions, their sides pressed together as Loki spun them in circles. It only took three turns for Mobius to feel the ground shift. He stumbled, Loki overbalanced, and together they fell.  Mobius’ chair screeched as their combined weight landed on it, but it held. Mobius suddenly found himself pinned underneath a warm, surprisingly heavy god. He had a half-second to wonder if this had been another scheme of Loki’s, if he was going for the TemPad in order to escape—    But Loki was laughing, slumping against him and making absolutely no attempt to get up. Mobius tried to figure out where to put his hands to push Loki off, but then Loki squirmed around until he was seated sideways in Mobius’ lap. His long, long legs hung over the armrest, and his arms looped around Mobius’ shoulders.  Mobius froze, his face hot, his pulse racing. Loki’s bright-eyed, whiskey-flushed face was only inches from his. “Hello,” Loki said, in a honeyed purr.  “Loki,” Mobius began, but Loki kissed him.  Loki reeked of whiskey, and tasted of it too, but his lips were soft and his tongue—oh god, why did he open his mouth—was hot as it curled against Mobius' own. Loki made an appreciative noise before pressing closer, and the chair creaked ominously as they tilted back another inch. Mobius’ hands hovered, unable—more like unwilling—to push him off.  Loki tilted his head to kiss him more deeply and Mobius finally gave in to the urge to rest his hands on Loki’s waist.  That's when Loki pulled away with a wet smack of their lips. As Mobius watched, dumbfounded, Loki gave him a huge grin and then jumped up. He snagged the empty bottle and raised it high as he launched into a new song, once again spinning into motion.  Mobius stared, trying to make sense of what had happened. Then he ran a hand through his hair, rubbed his face with both hands, and muttered, “Shit.”

From this ask game.

[reining-disaster]

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them. (For Rein and Mia, of course!)

Rein knew a placating gesture when he got one, but his eyes were panicked, his breath was heavy, tears ebbed at the corners of his vision, "You... You can't do that! Act like it's all okay!" He snapped, gritting his teeth for a moment, "H-How do I help you? How do-do I fix you?"

This was deeper than just an injured friend. Trauma tore its way from the back of his mind, clawing like a ravaging beast, eating away at his normally soft, sweet, and joyous expression to leave only room for a grim one. The expression of a man who had once lost his whole world and was scared of doing so, right here. Again.

[corellianhounds]

My hot take of the day: The encouragement that “Word count doesn’t indicate quality” is true, but I’d take it a step further to say some of those long fics could also stand to be edited down

The purpose of achieving a high word count in a day’s worth of writing is so that you have more material to sift through to find the good stuff. You don’t have to put everything into the finished/posted fic or chapter, and oftentimes your themes and pacing and plot points are going to be a lot punchier and more effective if they’ve been whittled down to what’s best for the story

[iobartach]

@homelander-rp-blog asked; "What was the point of all this fighting, if it ends like this?" (for any au you like!! >:3)

it’s been going on for so long prompts

"How much time do you have?" As depending on the answer received, he could supply an explanation that lasted anything from a matter of minutes to nearly an hour in length. The rules had rarely changed, since the Annihilation Tournament's inception; corporations, when coveting the same resources, turned not to trade wars or price gouging to gain an advantage, but rather a much older form of resolution.

One that happened to involve an intense exchange of fists and swift kicks, dealt by combatants on each company's behalf.

"Because unless you've been called upon to participate in a match, you're in the wrong place." It wasn't as if any regular could freely wander into this locker room, but it did no harm in Miguel's mind to issue a cautious warning, whilst filling in a few glaring blanks in the stranger's knowledge.

"The first round is still in progress." And based upon what he manages to gleam from a single glance of ruby-red hues, the man had yet to see combat. Either that, or he had already managed to defeat his opponent, without breaking a sweat. "What corporation do you represent?"

[reinyy-days]

WHAT APP DO U USE??? PROCREATE??? WHAT BRUSH???? (pls ur art is to DIE for)

tyy ! i use krita !!! (a free software for pc) and all of the brushes i use are preset brushes in krita with no tinkering (these i use for sketching and i use three more brushes for rendering :3)

[oceandiagonale]

Speaking of OCs, I've actually got one from my Nuzlock runs that's similar to Generic in terms of journeys in Kalos and Hoenn: Reine Sagorsky, Sky Trainer. She moved to Kalos from Hoenn and eventually becomes Yeltal's Scion/ Hero. Just from that lens, it'd be interesting to see them interact in that sense.

(originally sent in April 30, 2023,,, good lort,,, 😳😨)

hang on I have to go look something up

[one search of the Mórrigan later where I realize I know very little about Celtic mythology] oh!!! I really like that, having Yveltal as the main legendary works exceptionally well in a Nuzlocke, where battles are literally life or death. also calling them Boss is very funny, like it's accurate and very cavalier fsdlfsdfdskfskdhfs

no no, don't worry, they don't have to have title names!! reine already has a full name so she's all set with her character tag!

anyone can be any legendary's hero (like red being mew's/mewtwo's hero, but still having his own name, and the same thing with white/reshiram and ruby/latios!) the whole "protagonist" thing mainly applies to like... characters who were just spontaneously generated to protect their world lol (for example, kyogre and KK, or the Unown and Cream "WIP protagonist")

[why-raven]

smash or pass? — yiuno.

— quick facts.

HEIGHT. 6' 1" / 186.5 cm

AGE. Unknown (immortal, appears 20+)

GENDER. Male / "Female" (as Yiune)

SEXUALITY. Demiromantic Asexual

— the pros.

ASTUTE. Yiuno is highly intelligent and perceptive; coupled with his resourcefulness, he is an asset you'd definitely want as a partner, whether it's on the battlefield... or even for the long trip ahead across the realm. A protector who's got your back, always. ENIGMATIC. Yiuno is a (wo)man of mystery; his broad knowledge of the world, particularly in ancient history and arcane arts, is extremely valuable. His secretive nature will also keep you on your toes... and yearning for more. There's never a dull day for as long as you're with him. REFINED. While Yiuno is a practical person at heart, he also understands the importance to be presentable for various situations. Perhaps it's due to his educational background, or his rich life experience—regardless of reasons, Yiuno certainly makes a great first impression, and continues to uphold that in the long run.

— the cons.

CHAOTIC NEUTRAL. Yiuno operates only by his personal code, his own rules—he doesn't bend his will to others. He can save lives as much as he takes them away; he has no qualms to lie or hurt people. A morally gray person through and through, he simply does whatever it takes to complete his own objectives, to fulfill his personal agendas. It's either his way, or no way. MANIPULATIVE. While Yiuno's secretive nature would excite those who seek the thrill of suspense and mystery trying to crack into his inner world, he's not going to let you in so easily. Sending you on a wild goose chase is what he does best (and enjoys most), and you're in for hell of a ride trying to navigate through his multi-layered masks and labyrinthine mind. SOLITARY. Yiuno often comes and goes like the wind—any attempt to seek a co-dependent relationship with him will only earn you a cold shoulder at best. He doesn't reject human interactions per se: he recognizes the necessity to blend into the society for a life of normalcy. A loner at heart, he needs lots of space for himself and his personal pursuits. He has little to no interest to indulge in the whims of others, unless it aligns with his own goals.

— more info.

WIT. While Yiuno doesn't demand his potential partner to possess the same level of intelligence as him, it'd certainly be easier to build rapport and gain his favor if you're able to communicate with him on equal footing. Otherwise, don't be dismayed at his superficial reactions, a facade maintained out of politeness. Or he'd simply ignore you and walk away once his attention span for you has dried up. SLOW BURN. Yiuno is no stranger to one-night stands or sexual interactions; however, these are often associated with the darker side of his job, hence he's not particularly keen to go there if you're looking to develop a more genuine connection with him. Coupled with his mysterious and callous nature, gaining his trust will be an uphill battle. If you don't have the patience to peel off his tough defenses one layer at a time, then you don't deserve to know him, to be with him, period. BEST OF BOTH WORLDS? Yiuno becomes a shifter due to an incident that involves the aetherial sea (it's a long story); he eventually comes to terms with his duality. Prior to this, "Yiune" was merely a feminine disguise that he used for jobs dealing with the underworld of Eorzea. Once seen as separate identities, now he accepts both egos as two halves that make him whole. Gender and sexuality be damned—man, woman or other, Yiuno frankly doesn't care. Satisfying the sensual needs of both ends of the spectrum isn't a problem for him, but the inverse is a different story altogether.

[aeternxm-aa]

@gloryundimmed asked: ❓+ “I-is there a possibility of g-getting into heaven, even if I killed someone? Even i-if I’m gay?” (From Rein Couldn’t think of anything spicier 😭. Stay tuned, I might think of something better) -> The 'yes or no' game.

he wishes that there was something of comfort that he could say, something to ease rein's troubled mind. he'd been through enough already, had he not? eito only knows this because he's seen it all first hand, has watched over the other man from the moment he was born and even until now, even when eito had his wings torn from his body and cast down from the heavens.

he wishes he could say more - that he could assure rein that his being gay would not - could never - stop him from getting into heaven when his time finally came around. despite what humans upon this earth liked to say, homosexuality wasn't a sin - loving someone could never be a sin.

but murder... that was not a sin so easily forgiven. rein's case was a peculiar one ; done out of necessity in his mind and not one that was born out of a desire for bloodshed. rein would not commit such an act again, at least eito hoped that to be the case. so long as he sought god's mercy, his forgiveness - so long as he vowed to never do it again and repent then maybe...

❝ yes. ❞

[crownedinmarigolds]

Favourite Animation?

Hello! An interesting question.... and I'm like "uh oh what IS my favorite animation??" Every animation I've ever watched has flushed out of my brain. I will say, a classic animation I love is the original Disney Sleeping Beauty - I just think it's so pretty. BUT for a more modern suggestion, I love this following animation.

This is a gorgeous, and super super not safe for work, animation about a queen whose husband dies and she falls in love obsessively with the aspect of Death. It's dark and I LOVE IT. I highly suggest you watch it!