#𖦹 ⋆꙳ ⁄ lore.

[boingocabinet]

stylization test/much needed update for my scientist ocs totally not planning something nefarious (a visual novel)

[muraenide]

a small sunday headcanon

While Jade is masculine-leaning and is comfortable with identifying as male, he is actually very gender-fluid. He doesn't view gender roles from a binary perspective, everything is far more complicated in his eyes, even if he might not have known that yet. His current state occurred due to his upbringing, his father is a man who upholds and views traditional values in the highest regard, and Antonio intends to have Jade succeed him in the future, hence Jade has been educated with everything Antonio believes in since he was young.

The byproduct of this education led to Jade's tendency to behave in a gentlemanly manner, his habit of using polite forms of words, his lack of interest in misbehaving (at least out in the open), and traditional values imposed on him would slip out from time to time, such as believing that marriage between a husband and wife is the norm, that a husband goes to work and a wife stays home to raise their kids and cook—

however, no amount of that education really changed who Jade was born as. Jade himself is a progressive person. He lives in the future but he's trapped in the past (at least, what impression I have of the Coral Sea suggested that they were more old-fashioned, like in the 1980s).

Especially when he finally gets time away from his family in any verse, Jade's real self might start showing up more often. The truth is Jade does not think a husband has to go to work or a wife needs to know how to cook or lives simply to bear children. He'd be more than happy to be a stay-at-home husband or get involved in a polyamorous relationship granted he falls in love with two people at the same time. In other cases, he also finds it fun and is more than willing to play the "female" role in a mission if the necessity arises; cross-dressing, putting on a wig and dress, he finds it "fun" because most of the time he'd be the taller one out of two people and simply having a giant lady is incredibly ironic and funny to Jade.

This is the same across probably all my verses. Jade starts off being in the closet, but I fully intend to have him come out mostly during threads.

[traditional-dancer-idv]

Te extraño, Mati, más que a nada.

[astrehours]

[   🐚 🌼   ]  &&.  THE TAG  DUMP  !!

[eggyrocks]

calloused hands-t. kuroo smau

𖦹his hands are worn from years of volleyball. her’s are worn from years of playing guitar 𖦹

main masterlist

status: completed, but i reserve the right to post bonus content at random

tags: kuroo x f!reader, one sided enemies to lovers, serendipity, university au, reader is a musician in an indie punk band

warnings: language, alcohol use, violence, adult themes, mommy issues im giving yn mommy issues forgot to mention that, grammatical mistakes probably, everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

minors dni

taglist: closed

each part is named after the song i listened to while making it

playlist one playlist two

introductions: the band | the team

track one: dumb fucks track two: hair of dog track three: monkey jaw track four: hooked fish [✐] track five: magnet track six: the the empty track seven: heaven track eight: bag of worms track nine: all i think about now track ten: rigid track eleven: the shadow baby track twelve: waiting so long [✐] track thirteen: trace me onto you track fourteen: enumerating track fifteen: kute track sixteen: drunk voicemail [✐] track seventeen: all this love [✐] track eighteen: cream of gold track nineteen: liar's love [✐] track twenty: kill me track twenty-one: anything [✐] track twenty-two: just like heaven [✐]

bonus content: band lore nishinoya + hinata lore mommy issues lore tanaka + kiyoko lore bloody nose (extra chapter)

daily click for palestine 🇵🇸

[misshugs]

The elevator game || Colby Brock x Reader

[req by anon] You knew you were sensitive to the other side, but you didn't expect a silly little game from the internet to give you this much of an impact.

warnings: cursing, paranormal activity, reader getting (slightly) attacked by ghosts, sensitive/medium!reader, degrading, angst? still not sure what the meaning of it is tbh

a/n: this is my first request ever, i hope i didn't let you down dear anon. Concept based on this video

word count: 2.5k (not proofread)

[u n e d i t e d]

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"What's up guys, it's Sam and Colby!" Colby screamed towards the camera, as always.

"Today we are here at the Driskill Hotel, also known as the most haunted hotel here in Texas." Sam continues.

"We're here to figure out why this place is so haunted and what message the ghosts here wanna tell the people. And for this video guys, we have a very special someone!" Colby says, moving to the side so that you're visible to the camera.

Waving at it and smiling, you were greeted by Colby's hands wrapped around your shoulders. "Thank you, thank you. Hello, dear people. It is I." They laugh.

"How are you feeling about this? Are you excited?" Sam asks, putting the camera on the both of you.

"I am! The place is HUGE and honestly, just looks so good!"

"Right?? When we got in it was just like a burst of shock at how gorgeous this place is." Sam said and Colby nodded.

"If it weren't haunted I'd probably come here more often, but I can already feel all of these... energies walking around, I wouldn't last too long."

"Oh, right. For anybody that doesn't know, Y/n is actually a bit of medium?" Colby asks while looking at you, making you nod. "Yeah, so she's sensitive to like the energy of shadow figures and things like that, so maybe we'll get to experience something interesting tonight!"

"I'd say hopefully not but that wouldn't make it fun I guess." You laugh and so do they while you explain it is a pain in the ass to feel those things constantly. "It is almost as if you're constantly paranoid about someone looking at you, y'know what I mean?"

"Oh yeah, for sure." Colby noded.

"Yeah so that, but those stares are more physical than anything, there are times where I can feel people walking behind me and when I look back, there's no one."

"I can just imagine how creepy that must feel." Sam said and you chuckled.

"Oh yeah. You have no idea." You smiled.

"Well then, shall we begin the investigation?" Colby asked you, smiling. You quickly smiled back.

"Of course." You kissed him softly before Sam could even turn off the camera.

"Oh, gross man. I'll have to edit that out." He said jokingly and you laughed, rolling your eyes.

"But seriously though, let's keep it moving." You said and they agreed.

Walking around, there were a few pieces of lore they had to explain to you beforehand. About the one and only Driskill who created the hotel, about the little girl that broke her neck, so on and so forth.

There were times when you had this eerie feeling of constantly being followed, so you kept your arms interlocked with Colby's.

"You're doing okay so far?" He asked, cautiously caressing your hand. You nodded.

"Yeah, just feel like we're being followed." You replied, looking back where there was no one there.

"Really??" Sam asked, looking back as well but seeing nothing. "Do you think we caught a ghost's interest?"

"I mean, probably. There is a difference in between someone that's coming just for the hotel part and us, that are investigating and directly needing their intervention. We're making them curious."

"Well, for whatever spirit that might be following us, you're welcome to answer our questions later on tonight." Colby said loud enough for anything around to listen to it.

Honestly, even those small gestures made you so madly in love with him. The way he touches you softly just for you to make sure you're not alone and he's here for you is such a warming feeling.

Wilst looking around the current room, Colby walked up to a random closed door and tried to walk through.

"She said no closed doors!" Sam exclaimed, probably talking about the tour guide's rules of the place.

"Unless it's... unlocked." Colby responded, making Sam roll his eyes.

"Oop, it's Jim Hogg's room." You said, looking up.

"Who's that?" Sam asked.

"I dunno, it says its name on the top." You point up and they just laughed at the comment. I mean, what were they expecting? You had no idea about whatever story roams around these halls asides from the two main ones they've explained.

"Also I don't think you should be trying even more, like if it's hard to go in it's probably because you're not supposed to."

"We have a bad reputation of breaking into places." Sam admitted and you smiled.

"Yeah, I know. I remember that." You chuckle and hold Colby's hand to pull away from the door.

As they kept on chatting and making interesting comments here and there, you found the elevator and pointed it out. "Oh, is this the one?" Colby asked Sam and he just gave him a stare.

"This is the one what?" You ask and they look at eachother.

Sam sighed. "We were going to keep it until the time came, but we may have a little challenge for tonight that has to do with the elevator."

"Ooooh sounds fun. I wanna do it." You smile.

"You sure?? You have to be by yourself." Colby asked, worried but amused.

"Do you think I can't do this, Mr. Brock? That's offensive." You spat, crossing your hands around your chest.

"No! I meant-" He tried to explain, but you quickly interrupted.

"Cancelled, I tell you. Cancelled!" You look away with your eyes closed, trying not to laugh at the stupid situation unfolding.

"Great." You heard him sigh in defeat as Sam started laughing at the both of you. Looking back with a smile on your face, you hugged him.

"Alright, let's get going already." You giggled, gaining a kiss on the top of your head from your boyfriend.

Walking inside the elevator, it almost felt as if it quickly went down in an unnatural way.

"Did you guys feel like... the elevator dropping three inches?"

"Yeah, kinda of." Sam said.

"Three inches is a lot." Colby replied.

"Three inches is huge." Sam continued.

"I can vouch." You said.

"Mass..." Colby began talking but couldn't hold in the laugh after you said that.

Going back to the main lobby, you all reached out to a girl that was apparently the tourguide. She quickly explained the story of the place, how it ended up being the renouned hotel it came to be.

When she explained that the smell of cigar was one of the main ways Driskill manifested, your eyes went wide. "You're kidding."

"No, did you smell it before?" She asked.

"I did! But it was like, close to the entrance so I thought that maybe someone was smoking. I did find it rare because it was just a glimpse of it for like a solid second and then gone." You explained, making the girl smile.

"Well, that was him."

"No way." Colby said, smiling at you.

"Yup." She nodded, continuing to explain as you all started walking back to the elevator. Going inside, the door closed only to be opened again. "Oh?"

"Did we just pressed five and went to one? It's haunted!" Sam exclaimed.

"That was weird." Colby said, looking at the door.

"It was, that was so weird." The guide said, trying to close the door once again, only for it to open again.

"Does it do that often?" You asked and she shook her head.

"No! It doesn't." She walked back out and talked to someone from out side. "Are you fucking with us?"

"That's so strange- oh, I hit it." You whispered. The guide came back in.

"But you see it, right? I'm pressing five and it like start to go up but then it stops." The door closes once again, only for them to open.

"Oh my god." Sam said, whispering.

"And we're doing a challenge here?" You asked confused, making them laugh.

"Not here exactly." Colby smiled.

"Lemme- I'll go out." You said, walking out of the elevator, watching as the doors began to close, only for them to open once again. "Oh no, that's- that's a malfunction alright."

"And you said it, these malfuction all the time." Colby said to the guide as they walked out of the elevator.

When Sam did it by himself, it started working all over again.

"What the fuck??" Colby yelled.

"Are we like fat? Is it fat shaming us?" You whined, making everyone laugh.

And so, even though your night barely started, you were already having some activity to say the least.

And it kept being that way all night. Constant responses from spirits, intelligent ones at that. The little girl, the woman from the vortex room... all the way down to the challenge you've been anticipating the whole night round.

The elevator challenge.

"I think it might be just me but every single time we pass through this side of the hotel I feel like actually throwing up."

"Wait, really?" Colby asked, worried.

"Like an eerie feeling more than anything, almost like I'm kinda feeling a bit dizzy whenever we pass through here."

"Are you sure you want to do this? You can still back out, or I could go in with you." Colby tried to make you change your mind, but you were settled in it.

"No, I have to do it alone. What if it doesn't work because we're together? You're not gonna let me do this right?"

"I do! I'm just worried." Colby admitted, making you smile.

"You cutie. I love you so much." You said, smiling at him and cupping his face before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Y'all are gonna make me puke, another part I'm gonna have to cut out." Sam joked, making you giggle.

"Alright, alright. So, how does this work?" You ask, hugging yourself as you wait for instructions.

It was a simple game. Supposedly, you had to hit the buttons of the elevator in a specific order. In the last one, you had to invite in a lady. If the ritual worked, you were supposed to start going up into another world. If it didn't, well, nothing happened and it failed.

"So... I'm about to get isekai'd? We're going to an anime, brothers." You laughed at your own joke while they handed you your camera.

"I send you the order, just in case." Sam continued, and you nodded.

"Thank you, 'cause I already forgot." You turned on your phone as well as the camera and walked in.

"Any last words?" Colby asked cheekishly, making you smile.

"See you in the other side." You answered, before the door closed. You sighed, putting the camera up to your face. "Alright, so... I'm supposed to hit this one first." Switching the camera back to the buttons, you hit the number four.

It began moving. "Oh, good. It would've been a mess if it already fucked up. Alright..." You sighed. "I didn't told them this, but I do find the thought of getting stuck in an elevator horrifying. I just agreed because maybe it might help me out, but it doesn't work the fact that I can feel so many spirits around this area specifically every time we walk past it." You explain before getting on the next floor, touching the next button.

Back down on the lobby, Sam and Colby were talking.

"I didn't want her to do it, honestly. I was gonna do it myself." Sam said.

"Right? She's our guest too, what if something happens to her? That would be the death of me."

"Don't jinx it, brother. She'll be alright."

Boy they were wrong.

Halfway through, your vision started to get blurry, your legs were shaky and you couldn't brush off the feeling of pressure on your chest. It was starting to make you nervous, even more so the fact you were alone.

You started thinking to yourself. What if something really did happen? What if you summon something your body couldn't handle? What if it really did send you to another world?

It happened so quickly, that you have already reached the last floor before you knew it. Gulping down your dry throat, you began to speak. "Alright, if there's something... out... oh fuck." Your vision got blurry and you could feel an inmense ammout of power flushing through the elevator doors even before it opened up.

You couldn't hold it together, it was too much for you to handle as you were suspecting before. Although you tried to stay up, your legs couldn't hold your weight up anymore and you passed out, falling down to the floor, hitting your head strongly onto the hard floor of the elevator.

Luckily, the ritual didn't work. It began going down and the guys, mainly Colby, were anxiously waiting for the doors to open. When they did, their faces fell.

Colby screamed out your name, quickly rushing in and holding your head. "Love?? Sweetheart, what happened? Wake up, please. Oh God." He began shaking, carrying you outside of the elevator so that it was slightly more comfortable.

"What happened? Oh my fucking God." Sam whispered, grabbing your camera from the elevator's floor and walking out.

"She's not responding, Sam." Colby nervously said, making sure you were at least still alive.

You were.

"Should I call an ambulance or something?" Sam asked. "Oh, no. I have the keys with me."

"Let's take her to the hospital, quickly." He lifted you up from the floor and hurriedly got out of the building and to the hospital.

You were alright, luckily. It seemes you have just fainted, but you falling down to the floor and hitting your head so hard made it a bit more complicated than what it had to be.

Colby felt bad, horrible even to think that this could've happened to you.

He should've been more careful, he should've known you were too sensitive to all of these energies so that you would go alone and out to make something so nerve racking. He should've been more insisting, rather than going with the flow merely because of a video.

He let his love have that type of experience because of a mere video.

It devastared him. Made him feel absolutely awful about it. While waiting for you to wake up, he kept on downgrading himself thinking about how he's the worst possible boyfriend.

It all stops when you finally wake up. Looking around the white room, confused.

"What happened?"

"It looks like you fainted... I'm so sorry for letting you do that all by yourself, I should've stopped you, I should've at least gone with you, I'm so sorry that you had to go through that because-"

"Love. Love!" You held his cheeks softly, making him quietly stop ranting, you smiled. "You know I wanted to do it, I was the stupid one for forgetting that big energy rafts can affect me a lot, I'm so sorry baby." You kissed his nose, reassuring him everything was alright.

And honestly, he needed to hear it. From you, specifically. Sam was trying to make him calm down but it didn't really work. It had to be you, your voice, your smile.

The one thing that made him whole all over again.

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I MAY HAVE DONE TOO MUCH FILLER FOR NO GODDAMN REASON- also hoping that dear anon liked it-

thank you for reading, loves~! likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

~nikkõ

[jhuzen]

old and new [gn/m.reader]

good lord i have been gone for a long time. i am so sorry, i am recovering from bloccus writicus. also i may have been… getting in touch with my thirst for strong women. women are so beautiful. i love them. to all my requesters (? how to english), please excuse my tardiness. allow me to rev my engine before delivering them once again. i’m gonna warm up with a few posts (including this). ALSO THIS STORY IS JDIADMC IDK.

𖦹 big on genshin lore because i am nerding out, creator reader but not sagau reader, like i’m talking you are a character in the story, ooh look at me diverting from my agenda of overseer reader (i blame skirk’s master).

The mere ability to create is something so vast and so elaborate, placed upon the pedestal for all to see. If one is gifted with the passion and talent to create, they are the envy of all — to craft the most divine pieces, create something so intricate that it is nothing short of impressive.

And through it all, an artist hones one’s skills until they have reached the peak — until they’ve viewed every perspective, until they’ve used every shade, until they’ve done every stroke, all of it comes down to their prized creation;

Their Magnum Opus.

That… was Teyvat to you.

It was your pièce de résistance. If the myriad of heavenly bodies that lay before your trail were thought-provoking and terrifyingly beautiful to a fault, then Teyvat was your inexplicable masterpiece, one that took trial and error as your gentle hands shaped and carved every landscape, as your breath that blew into it became the protecting breeze, and as the tears that you wept from joy became the primordial seas of the world that birthed new life forms that you managed to call a mere happy accident.

It was yours. Many worlds before it were mere prototypes, but something you’ve cherished nonetheless. To you, Teyvat was the product that will possibly never get any better and a creation that will never be bested by anything else.

You granted it laws that were akin to the past worlds you’ve crafted with your own hands, you gave it life through the creatures that crawled around the earth. It thrived and you gave it autonomy once you thought it could work on its own course with your given gifts to let it thrive.

Teyvat was your cherished creation.

And the same rings true until now upon your quiet descent. Your immaculate robes that were woven with stardusts suddenly turning into a soft silk. You walked the earth in your bare feet, the blades of grass a mere tickle underneath you as you journeyed through the world.

The breeze blew by your hair and you felt the sheer invigoration, forcing a tiny titter out of you. You embraced the fruits of your hard labor, recalling the eons you nearly wept in agony as you continued to sculpt everything down to its tiniest detail.

And out of all of that, you birthed your pride and joy, this world that could never measure up to anything else.

Your eyes which held the countless stars and worlds you’ve created soon found itself gazing across the vast lands of this realm of light you’ve created, finding the realm of void opposing the one you were on.

Countless times you’ve heard your fellow artisans question you for creating such an unconventional place to be. But you sought balance in this perfect world of yours, where every creature can walk on their own respective realms. And if you can create pure beings of light, who’s to say that you can’t create the creatures that lurk within the void?

Your feet pattered against the grass that rustled as you hoped to approach and visit the opposing realm when you felt the ground beneath your rumble and shake. You stilled yourself with ease as you looked over your shoulder.

And your eyes had never known such beauty until now.

For the first time, a creature of divinity such as yourself was gobsmacked at the sight of a huge Vishap that stood before you.

It was a beautiful one — its blue scales that blended with the water from your tears of joy that you’ve shed upon your creation, its eyes holding the purest intentions that matched its pure being. You can feel the waters surge within its very form, like a fresh cold spring on a hot summer day.

Your eyes suddenly filled with tears as you felt your heart constrict with so much love as you watched it approach you. You have never seen such beauty that it truly nearly knocked you off your feet. Your chest ached with so much want as you continued to marvel the creature that you only hoped of succeeding in creating several eons ago.

“Oh… look at you…”

Your voice, honeyed and smooth as a silk, tinkled across the lands — waking up the creations that you gave life to upon your very own creation of Teyvat. Your voice, filled with so much love and tenderness, directed to the Vishap that towered over your tiny mortal form with ease, rang out, as if to call for it to come closer.

And it does.

The earth shakes with every weighted step that it took and you followed, contrasting the loudness with the silence of your own steps. You met it halfway until the very concept of distance no longer exists between you and the Vishap.

“…Such a beautiful one you are,” you whispered, your voice emitting a lilt of care and intense joy that you managed to suppress for a good measure before it overwhelmed you.

You lent a hand and its gaze directs towards it.

The Vishap leans into your touch and you can feel the waves of the primordial sea flow through you. With it, you can feel the joy you’ve felt once you’ve reached the end of your creation. You’ve felt the nostalgic satisfaction that kept you fulfilled even until now. You’ve felt the overwhelming love and excitement that you had when you took a step back and got a good look on Teyvat’s finality.

“You, who cradled our lives in your hands,” it spoke with a bellowing voice, making it seem like your own was but a mere squeak. “…Why do you pursue a creation as grand as this?”

You took a second as you pondered its question.

“…For the love in me is much too big not to share.”

“We have anticipated your descent. Nibelung has prophesied the return of the tearful artisan.”

You felt yourself flush at the title that was given to you unceremoniously, “Are my tears so ineffably embarrassing that I deserve such a name from my beloved creations?”

It huffed at your light jest, “It is nothing more but a praise. Your tears brought life in this barren world. Your tears gave birth to a new life that not one could hope to achieve—

“Your tears are my waters, to which I have complete sovereign on. Your tears are my will, to which I am eternally thankful for.”

You felt the inevitable warmth flow through your tiny body from the Vishap’s words alone. While it was satisfying to finish Teyvat on its own, you suddenly found a level beyond that feeling after receiving gratitude from your own creation firsthand. It melted your lonely soul and you couldn’t help but feel giddy at the feeling of it alone.

Such a simple gesture it was — to thank you — and yet the feeling it gave transcends every other emotion you’ve felt throughout the course of your long and eternal life.

“May you continue to prosper with the gift I’ve given you.” You blessed it with your small voice, barely above a mere whisper.

Your palm that shaped many worlds emitted the kind of warmth from a starting kiln and the Vishap relished in the feeling, a pleased growl echoing through the empty vast land of the light realm.

“The life that I owe to you will be cherished and used to its fullest. And should I perish, I will return with memories of you, no matter how faint.” It promised in one breath.

Your silken robes billowed against the breeze that blew by again. You can only feel your thoughts and feelings mingle with the Vishap’s. For once, you are able to see how it and its fellow Vishaps came to be, how each of them walked through the light realm and claimed its own homes where they ruled with incredible prosperity and indomitable ambition.

You were able to appreciate the further creation of life on this world that you deemed perfect, and was able to see how it went when you slept to rest for a good few centuries.

It was a feeling so invigorating, that you could feel your heart swell with so much love and pride for these dragons that walked the haven you’ve created. It mattered not to you how they came to be, only that they were able to live in peace and free from cumbersome bothers. It eased your heart, knowing that they are able to propagate their kind with so much freedom under the autonomous law that you gave to Teyvat.

You were feeling genuine satisfaction.

And it feels your jovial heart, with the way it continued to nestle its luminous scaled body into your touch.

“Protect this world with all your might. And you… you that holds my tears, will be given the authority to bring judgment of all life that makes a home on this world for centuries to come.”

Among the array of emotions that flowed through you, you felt its grateful pride surge through you.

A draconic pride that will leave its mark on you.

You had hoped it was a bad dream — a childish nightmare, no matter how unheard of it was among the divinity like you.

You hoped that the constriction in your loving heart was a jest in poor taste, that it was just a passing act of scare that you will laugh at. But as your eyes gazed at your magnum opus, your heart nearly shattered into a million little pieces.

The waters that were intimately connected to your essence, your very being, was tainted with anguish and anger. You can feel the hardships that started to brew from a few tiny nicks of pain in your heart. Teyvat was quite literally anchored to you through the primordial waters that flowed through it.

And as it continued to suffer contamination from something foreign, your heart further corroded into something that inflicted pain. You can feel the blood that soaked into the waters cry for desperation, you can feel the way it boiled with so much thirst for vengeance against whatever caused the first tragedy on Teyvat in the first place.

You placed full faith on the seven sovereigns, you had given them blessings that will aid them to guard your precious creation, but you could feel the tinge of betrayal flow through your veins when you threw a quick glance and saw Nibelung seeking something far more dangerous to defend their realm.

Something not from Teyvat. Something you know the laws that you placed which granted autonomy would reject and inflict sorrow upon those that were affected by it.

You fell into a state of unrest, pained with the grief of betrayal and longing for those that fought to protect your very own creation. A part of your mind condemns you for placing such a burden on your creations that cannot be better than outworld creatures that transcend them. But another part of you screams genuine belief to those you have tasked, that they will prevail and honor your simple wish.

Normally a couple of decades was nothing to you — as it could pass as quick as a mere minute, but to experience excruciating pain that throbbed like a vile tumor on your heavenly being was not something to sneeze at. Your heart ached for so many decades as you watched the sovereigns fall before those that intruded in your lovely creation.

And as it stole the authorities of the sovereigns, like a widow bereft its lover, you were forced into a state of slumber, lasting for centuries to come.

The new world thrives with lush life, creatures alike living as though its lives weren’t owed to the slumbering deity that was consumed with so much grief after all the tragic events that happened since its arrival on your world.

Perhaps it was the gentle mercy granted upon you that you stayed asleep when it parted a new realm for humanity’s arrival. When it was challenged by someone of the same nature, resulting to more catastrophic devastation that marred your heart with more fresh scars while you slept.

Perhaps it was best that you were unconscious as your closed eyes poured out tears endlessly that would sure tire you out for years as it happened.

And perhaps it was its atonement for the damage it caused you when you woke up and saw your Teyvat as something entirely new. Something that you didn’t create, something… completely alien.

Your pride as a divine creator was shaken, but you were quick to brush it off, wanting to see just how much your precious world was defiled and turned into something you know would never pass up as befitting into your standards. It was admittedly unbecoming of you, to turn your nose up against a creation, you always held some form of admiration and appreciation towards anything. You loved — and loved so much that you had to create to share it with your creations.

But Teyvat was once your magnum opus, it was… yours. It bathed in your heavenly tears, it felt every caress of your hands as you molded it into something you called your greatest masterpiece eons ago. You broke into a sweat, slaved away for the sake of your satisfaction upon completion, and when you finished it, you cried from happiness alone.

You descended, the flurry of stardust in your divine robes coagulating into the familiar silken robes that you wore whenever you would visit the seven sovereigns.

How many years have you been asleep? Dreaming up a reality where you shared a meal with the humongous and serpentine Dragon of Verdure, where you watched the Dragon King roar with pride, and where you exchanged the most insightful and heartfelt conversations with the Dragon of Water — the one that held your tears.

The grass underneath your bare feet feels as though it had a million stories to tell you, that among those years you’ve been forced into a slumber, you had missed a good chunk of what made Teyvat into this.

But the familiarity of the empty landscape was enough to urge you to keep going forth.

And that same familiarity ended the moment your eyes landed on fallen structures — ones you’ve never seen before. You can decipher that it once stood at a towering height, just from pillars that could squash your tiny mortal form with ease should it fall at the slightest disturbance.

You could feel a sense of tyranny from these structures, a tyranny broken by a hope from perhaps the creatures that felt trapped by it. You may have been asleep when it happened, but you can almost see how the tyranny of the past ruler of this place fell against the unity of those who longed freedom.

“Freedom… huh…” You murmured softly and a breeze rustled the grass beneath you. A lone leaf from the many trees landed on your hair, prompting you to take it and look at it.

You wondered how the Dragon of Verdure was fairing. If it had the same authority over the luscious life of Dendro as it did before.

Your feet continued to take you somewhere else, as though it had a sense of where to go. You never questioned it — as alien as Teyvat was to you now, it was still your world. And as long as the primordial waters are around, it stays anchored with you.

It didn’t take long before you ended up before a civilization — one you have never seen before when you descended before it came to challenge the seven sovereigns. Your eyes widened at the sight, pupils dilating as you watched humanity flourish and thrive within that patch of rock where a city sat.

Never had you expected to wake up to the sight of humans thriving in your world where there was once none.

Your sense of cautiousness dropped in a quick second and you took yourself towards it, foot against the hard cobblestone bridge as you walked towards the walls of this… civilization.

If you looked odd approaching this city in such a state, then you were certain they brushed it off as the guards welcomed you with a smile.

“Weary traveler, welcome to Mondstadt, the City of Freedom, blessed by our beloved Anemo Archon, Barbatos himself!”

For the first time since you had woken up, you felt the same overwhelming sense of love and tenderness as you were welcomed with living mortals, living in your creation like it was a normal occurrence for them.

Never had you known that humanity, no matter how it came upon your world, could be so beautiful.

And just like the day you met that beloved Vishap of yours, you wept.

“You sure know a lot of things about this place! Paimon could even say that you’re far more knowledgeable than Zhongli could be!”

Your laugh rang through the streets of Fontaine, angelic and seeming like a song from the heavens itself.

It had been so many years — dare you say centuries even, since you first descended after sleeping for so long with all the catastrophic events that has happened. You had traveled far and wide, discovered every single hidden civilization from the time you were asleep, learned every little conflict that happened.

You had to do the hard part of reading through every ancient tome that had a different language with each ancient civilization, but filling in the gaps was much easier. Despite it being your creation, the mere fact that you gave it autonomy only meant it wasn’t always subservient to you. It had its own laws even if you were the very being that gave those laws.

It was a refreshing change, quite frankly. Teyvat treated you like any other mortal and you could see and experience how humanity managed to adapt to the laws of your creation. It was honestly tear-jerking. You may not be the one that introduced humanity — rather it was the one that caused devastation to you and your dragons, but it was nonetheless still an endearing sight that you cherished.

You had to relearn Teyvat’s new history as it began embarking on a journey as a new world, where humans thrived and dominated, where beings in a mortal body but with a higher threshold, power, and purpose called gods were the ones to govern instead of the elemental sovereigns.

Somehow throughout it all, it felt as though your world was no longer yours.

But the waters ring familiarity, as it held your feelings from all those years ago. And now it’s far more potent in the Land of Hydro that you were currently on as you accompanied the blonde traveler that gained infamy across the nations you too journeyed in the past.

You felt for them, much like you before, they had to learn the secrets of this world. Only that they had to do it blind, while you managed to fill in the blanks of the tragic past of this world. And as much as you’d like to play the hero, since your descent after your sleep, you have learned to let everything play out on its own.

“I’m not one to claim superiority over Mister Zhongli’s prowess. Surely he knows far more than I do,” you deny with a genuine conviction. You learned he was the oldest of all archons, and have a better grasp of the world than you do when you were asleep.

“Mm. Let’s just call it quits and say you and him are even!” The tiny floating guide chirped, clapping in satisfaction after her own little conclusion.

You only nodded, conceding to her whims before finding the traveler walking up to you and giving you a serving of fish and chips and a double of serving for Paimon. You thanked them kindly and they only offered you a polite smile and a nod.

“Oh! Right! We should be heading off to pick up some bounty for more mora! Are you coming, [Name]?” Paimon asked, looking at you.

You caught their gaze and shook your head, “I think I’d like to take a walk around for a moment. I’ll see you two in awhile.” You said with the same unwavering smile that offered nothing but fondness for either of the two.

With a nod from them, off they went to Euphrasie to hound her for more bounty and its fruitful rewards.

You walked through the streets, basking in the noise of every call from every vendor within the side of the street, indulging the bustling nature of the busybodies in Fontaine, and savoring the air of nostalgia that perhaps only you can understand and feel.

Your feet halted at the remote parts of Palais Mermonia, admiring the flowers while you embraced the sense of familiarity that coursed through your veins. It was a welcome feeling above all, as it was the same feeling when you first truly experienced happiness.

And what luck it was when the Iudex himself was passing by for a quick break, to take a tiny breather from the suffocating throes of workload that was hurled on him as one of his many responsibilities.

You perked up when you heard a pair of footsteps echo within the cavernous structure of the Palais Mermonia and you looked over your shoulder.

Suddenly, that nostalgic feeling increased and your heart throbbed and ached with so much longing.

Suddenly, the breeze felt like it did centuries ago.

Suddenly, the hard concrete floor felt like the gentle grass beneath you.

And suddenly, the man behind you felt like the bearer of your tears.

You took a moment before facing him and found a smidgen of confusion and surprise that broke through his otherwise stoic expression. You had heard his impartiality and people reveled in him, word of the mouth was that the great Iudex, Mister Neuvillette himself, was the very symbol of Justice in Fontaine.

You didn’t know whether or not it was a wasted chance, but it never occurred to you to even ask if he kept his promise.

To come back with the faintest memories of you.

Instead, you smiled, bowed so gracefully and respectfully to him like any other mortal who have heard of his achievements would.

But you had to give him a few words yourself; just for old time’s sake.

“Look at you now…”

Your voice, much like millions of years ago, held the same sweetness and fondness, honeyed to perfection that it can lull anyone within earshot to a sense of comfort and warmth. Your voice beckoned him to come closer.

And he does.

“You’re thriving so beautifully… living among humanity…”

You could see the way his breath hitch in his throat, and you stifle a tiny laugh and suppressed the nostalgic fondness and love in your heart that was close to bursting at the seams.

“You did well.”

And you left him then and there, like a soft breeze in passing, in search of the traveler and their tiny emergency sustenance, without you knowing, that for once, it wasn’t you who cried.

It’s true, the new Teyvat felt alien to you.

It is no longer your world, but theirs — they, the humanity that staked its claim and lived for generations, they, the creatures that survived every catastrophic event that struck this world, and they… the beings that claim dominion over it.

And as this world’s creator, you would do well to enact the safety of the life it nurtured, even if you were overshadowed by the very being that devastated you.

After all, with all the love in you, it would be hard not to share it with the world you once knew.

[ridox]

Menu

Summary: Welcome to Love & Deepspace Cafe! Today's menu is your favorite boy's favorite food. Pairing: None (?) just little lore on why they love the food they love Author's Note: A little fun headcanon I've had in my mind whilst going through Xavier's, Zayne's, and Rafayel's anecdotes! . ݁𖦹₊ ⊹

🍲 Xavier who has an appetite for a hearty, filling hot pot meal with multiple side orders of meat because it brings him the comfort and warmth he so deeply craves from his light years spent on self-isolation. Xavier who holds on to the memories of a previous life lived by moving on top of a restaurant that sells just that — the same hearty hot pot meal that's filled with its aromatic spices, one that he used to share with an old friend, one that he longs to eventually share with you. Xavier who doesn’t realize it but its not the food itself that brings him comfort, but the memories and would be memories he would make surrounding that tiny little pot, boiling with the restaurant’s specialty soup base, filling his senses with the sense of finally belonging.

🍫 Zayne, the elusive doctor with a surprisingly sweet tooth, always hiding little sweet treats in the form of cocoa and milk in his inconspicuous Doctor’s coat. Zayne who loves the sweet taste of sugar because it serves as a stand-in for the sweet, childish love he craves to feel. Chocolates are a symbol of love after all, always being gifted by couples to one another every Echo Day Celebration. Zayne, who subconsciously thinks that if he can’t feel the feeling of love itself, it’s good enough to mimic it by consuming the one sweet thing that reminds him of you.

🐟 Rafayel who craves for the sweet, fresh taste that the sea could only offer, always finding himself in sea side cafes and beach front restaurants ordering their catch of the day. The media thinks it’s a wonder how an artist like himself hasn’t delved into the culinary arts just yet when time and time again he’s been spotted ordering the freshest batch of seafood a restaurant can offer. But they don’t know that it’s because seafood reminds Rafayel of his home, once from many a centuries ago, far from land and closer to sea. It reminds him of how he himself would catch fish, prawns, lobster - you name it - just so he could share a piece of his home with a landlocked girl he once upon a time fell in love with.

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[juyeonszn]

FAWNTOBER 2023

PAIRING tbz x f!reader

GENRES good ol smut ﹒maybe some fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, oral (f! receiving), vaginal fingering, power dynamics/abuse of power, somnophilia, edging, dacryphilia, marking, old fashioned p in v sex, werewolf/vampire lore idfk 😭, unprotected sex, more warnings per each individual part!

MORE heyyy lol DONT KILL ME IM SORRY IMSORRYAHFHAH i’m insane i know bc i don’t even know if i have it in me to write all of them but FUCK IT WE BALL FRRRR 😋😋 the last time i tried fawntober was october 2021 and i did Not succeed so i’m hoping it goes well this go around 💪 please reblog if ur looking forward to these!

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble

OCTOBER 1ST ✩ lee sangyeon / face riding

OCTOBER 4TH ✩ jacob bae / mirror sex

OCTOBER 7TH ✩ kim younghoon / size kink

OCTOBER 10TH ✩ lee hyunjae / power dynamic

OCTOBER 13TH ✩ lee juyeon / hand kink

OCTOBER 16TH ✩ kevin moon / somnophilia

OCTOBER 19TH ✩ choi chanhee / edging

OCTOBER 22ND ✩ ji changmin / dacryphilia

OCTOBER 25TH ✩ ju haknyeon / marking

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I’LL WAIT FOR YOU (DOWN FOR YOUR LOVE)

OCTOBER 28TH ✩ kim sunwoo / alternate ending 1

OCTOBER 31ST ✩ eric sohn / alternate ending 2

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[snailsmeller]

Im so hyped for chapter 3!!

I literally cannot stop telling all my friends abt the lore and how excited i am for it!1!

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{For context i do not support mob entertainment but I really enjoy watching the game and all the silly characters!}

[muraenide]

One of the things I love about Jade is how he subtly follows a unique kind of "dominance hierarchy" that is common among animal social groups.

How he executes every order he's given without fail and never commits insubordination or betrays Azul or Octavinelle. Because Azul is his superior as a Housewarden, and as the dorm's Vice Housewarden, he must ensure the house flourishes and stays above its competitors or nemesis. He can and will put Floyd in his place when duty calls, and he is also not afraid to put Octavinelle students in their places if it is necessary in the situation or if it benefits the house.

An alpha to Jade is someone who takes up leadership and is not necessarily male or female. As far as Jade's concerned, he is never alpha and is a beta in most cases. Regardless of whether at home (in that case, his Father would be alpha), or at NRC, Jade is aware that he almost always takes up a second-in-command or adjacent kind of position, making him what the dominance hierarchy would call a beta. In Jade's usual categorization of the dominance hierarchy, he would often recognize an alpha and a beta (and first and second in command), and in Octavinelle's case, that alpha is Azul, and Jade himself is the beta. Everyone else is either sub-betas (Floyd), or just members of their social group (Octavinelle's students), whom Jade will not perceive as an outsider, but will simultaneously ensure they do not break any social rules within their group.

Following this train of thought, it's the reason why Jade never disobeys Azul, not because he can't, as he most certainly can, if he wants to, but because the dominance hierarchy is something that's genetically programmed into his blood. Jade is born to it. So as long as he recognizes Azul as the alpha in the group, you can be sure Jade will always be partial to him.

Of course, a falling out with Azul is not impossible and it will undoubtedly lead to the hierarchy collapsing as a whole. But that's a different story.

The fun part about this thought is that while Jade technically almost always takes up the role of a beta, he is absolutely capable of being an alpha even if he doesn't try. The alpha role of Jade is seen most obviously through the absence of his parents, Jade inherits the alpha role and acts like it. A handful of people in NRC might have grasped the trick to manipulate Floyd into a certain way to their convenience, but only Jade has ever managed to directly tell Floyd what to do with little to no verbal or physical manipulation. Jade might have been doing everything under Azul's orders in NRC, but even Azul has admitted that despite knowing each other since Kindergarten, certain things about Jade are still a mystery to him. Azul wouldn't dare to underestimate Jade just because they've known each other for a long time and worked closely to the hip. Because even though Jade plays his assigned submissive role scarily well, it's quite obvious that he could potentially dispose of the upper hierarchy if he doesn't want them above him. Jade is that kind of beta where the alpha tends to worry about who might suddenly decide to challenge their credibility and they'd have to fight to defend their property because the chances of them losing everything in a single, reckless gamble to Jade is unnervingly high. And while Jade generally does not care to want to be at the top of anything, it's better to be safe than sorry.

If anything, what I love about this is it absolutely proves once again how non-human Jade is. And maybe people who have always only seen him in his human form might be getting too comfortable believing he's human, or even part human, but that is not the case at all. Jade's pride as a merman has never once wavered since the stepped onto land.

[millzieraa]

Can you do like a one where quackity takes care of you when your drunk buutttt before you became drunk yall have a big fight, then you left to go to the bar alone and you get like really drunk and he finds you and takes care of you

I'm sorry if half of this doesn't make sense, and if it's too long😭😭😭😭

𓇢𓆸 Drunk in love 𓇢𓆸

Summary: after a big fight with Alex, you drink to numb the heartbreak you feel. But after getting too drunk, you call Alex. And of course, he comes to your rescue.

Note: ITS THE WEEKEND SO IMA POST YAYA!! also thank you guys for the support, it’s always appreciated! Also I’m watching the Florida project bc they put it back on Netflix 😋

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“Fuck.” You slur as you dial his number. You and Alex had a big fight about an hour and a half ago, and it ended in you storming out y’all’s shared apartment with tears rolling down your face. You just felt like he never had time for you, and of course you knew he was busy and stuff but it’d be nice to always feel loved by your boyfriend…

On the other hand, he felt as though you were being selfish. He had to work, he had things to do? He spends enough time with you. He felt as though you were just being needy. But once he heard the door slam followed by silence, he knew he fucked up.

His hands run down his face as he sits on the end of y’all’s shared bed. He picks up his phone, his finger hovering over the “call” button on your contact but he decides against it. Putting his phone down. He waited another hour and finally…

*RING* *RIN-* he picked up in the middle of the second ring, like he was waiting near his phone..“y/n! Are you okay, where are you?” Alex’s worried voice rings out in your ear. “A-Alex- I need you to-I need you to c-come get meee~” Alex can tell by your voice that your drunk, and someone like you being alone, drunk, and vulnerable at this time at night was not good.

“Baby-where are you?” Alex says, the jingling of keys are heard in the background as you drunkly stutter out where you are. Not even 10 minutes later, you see his car park right next to you. As Alex gets out the drivers seat, you walk towards him- well more like stumble towards him.

“Amor, come on let’s get you home now” Alex says grabbing your arm to steady you and leading you to the passenger seat. He drives home as you lay your head on the window, your mind racing with thoughts. Once you get home Alex helps you out of the clothes you’re wearing now, and into some clean ones. He washes your face and helps you into bed.

Once you’re in bed he snuggles up next to you. “I’m sorry.” He says softly into your hair, pressing kisses to your head. “Hm..?” You whisper, as you look up at your beloved. “I’m sorry- fuck, Ive been a shit boyfriend. And you don’t deserve that, I’ll try to be- no I will be a better boyfriend to you.” He says kissing your forehead.

“I promise.” He says, his black eyes staring into yours. “Thank-thank you Lex” you say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He smiles as you nuzzle closer to him, pressing into his bare chest with a soft smile.

He loves you more than anything in the world. While you were gone he just stared at the ceiling, feeling like an absolute dick. He recalled all the times he streamed instead of spending time with you. All the times he worked on lore instead of coming to bed. All the times he neglected you and your needs

As he felt your breathing on his chest, he felt so much love for you. He sighed, pressing kisses to your hair. Alex pulls your sleeping body closer to his, as he feels his eyes get heavy.

He would be better. For you. He would always do it for you. Always.

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[juneberrie]

playing fnaf with peter parker

ʚ 𖦹₊˚ 🎮 ﾟ. mcu!peter parker x gn!reader

author's note — ꩜ my peter parker obsession has come back and you all have to suffer for it ♡ divider by @/benkeibear

word count — ☆ 0.2k

warnings — ✦ fnaf, mentions of jumpscares, food

for starters if he gets scared hes throwing his controller across the fucking room and grabbing ur hand

he'd deny getting scared by saying some shit like "im spiderman. spiderman doesn't get scared" but hes shaking and gripping your hand like its a lifeline 🧍‍♀️

he can and will take every single opportunity to explain lore to you if you dont know it but if you do? oh honey

he'll pause the game and get drinks n snacks so that you two can just sit there for hours and discuss every single part of the lore that you possibly can

if you let him pick the game he's either going to pick 2, 4, or sb

if you guys play 4 every five seconds he's going to be shushing you because "the sound is the most important part!! we need to be able to here whats going on-" and then he gets jump scared because he was too busy talking

if you guys play 2, he goes and resets the music box every. ten. milliseconds. because he's literally terrified of the puppet (he gets jump scared by foxy bc he's too focused on the puppet)

if you guys play sb, good luck. its like the only game he's good at (for some reason?) he's gotten every single ending and he's played it multiple times. he knows every part of that game like the back of his hand but hes also terrified of the daycare so he'll hand the controller over to you and say he's going to the bathroom or getting snacks (he's scared of moon)

[akoyaxs]

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𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑

𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚔𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚡𝚜

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𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗦 alone lit the forest around them. The soft silvery glow was all that separated their breaths, their bodies, their skin. It was the last restraint pushing them from one another. 

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱.

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𝐀𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠

❛❛ I thought I knew how it felt to be lost. I had just never needed a person to find me before.❜❜

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𝐋𝐞'𝐭𝐡𝐞

❛❛ And then before I knew it, I was in danger again. But this danger came from within, and it was slowly burning me from the inside out.❜❜

*and yes, this is a greek mythology reference of a name for my real ones*

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@hadesbabygurl @wavesarchive @kqlopsia @tadomikiku @ntymavtr @mommyanddadskiller @thehoneymushroomhealer @tsireyasyawntux @integers @tiyawnyana @whatevenisagrapefruit @oakbuggy @sunsetviper @blue-slxt @simplyawh0re@yootvi @narwhal-swimmingintheocean @vminlvxr @elegantfankidsoul @blue-slxt @neteyamssyulang @theunfortunateplace @lala-1516 @strongheartneteyam @kiskso @deadpool15 @vampirefilmlover @tysirya @universal-s1ut @cozmicwonder @sunet-lore @torukmaktoskxawng @fkarelyxoxo @pandorxxx @pandoraslxna @theblueflower05 @tojisun @vivid-ink @neteyamsyawntu @aperiraa @hotdsworld @xstarsdiary @xylianasblog

[authorchia]

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚ 𝚂𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚢. ⋆｡𖦹 °

𝚅𝚊𝚗 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗

AHA! I knew I would make a dedicated post for my personal r1999 crack ship! If you see this post you're in for a ride because I will make you interested in this ship~

As you may know from the title, I ship Shamane x Eternity, or I also like to call it SeaGoat/Capricorn. I already have a few reasons and headcanons for this couple, so heads up! Long post incoming below!

💙 Ship name origin

It was a usual day in the r1999 discord server, and at that time they were talking about ships and stuff. I playfully asked if there's a good name for my ShamaNity ship. Then I got a revelation that I can call them SeaGoat because of Shamane's udimo and Eternity's sea/ocean theme! And one of the members said "...Capricorn". At first I was confused so I googled it AND I FOUND OUT CAPRICORN IS A SEA GOAT! "THIS IS GENIUS" I said, so that's how I adopt the ship name! Though I know it doesn't really fit with one of Eternity's voiceline. But if I name it OceanGoat... it's- uh- you get the point.

💙 Their dynamics

Good lord, they give off so many dynamics... But looking at their voicelines and in-game lore:

1. I can pretty much tell they're both yappers (in a good way). Eternity talks about mostly about seafood and about her experience as an immortal, while Shamane talks all about his journey being a shaman and some giving food to us (Vertin). I can see them talk back and forth about their experiences from their respective lives. They could know how each sees the world through the eyes of a mortal and an immortal. I like to think the suitcase feels lively as the both of them always talk to each other, no matter the time or circumstances (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾

2. THEY'RE BOTH OLD. In the current global roster, Shamane is the oldest of all the male characters (being 45 y/o) while Eternity is the oldest of all the female characters (being over a century old because she's a vampire). They definitely act like an old married couple. They'll be the suitcase crew's parents like isn't that just the sweetest thing?

3. Their Ultimate animation Just look at these!!!

Shamane represents the sky while Eternity represents the sea/ocean, and it really tickles my neurons thinking about it. NOT TO MENTION Shamane's ultimate also has what it looks like some sort of lake? The point is that they both have something to do with water on it!

4. They both can fill their loneliness This more just me doing some headcanon, but from Eternity's voicelines, I can tell she's pretty lonely. Being an immortal has its advantages but also comes with a price. I haven't seen Shamane's full backstory, but judging from the trailer, he definitely went through a lot on his journey to become a shaman. As the two gets closer, Eternity would find him amusing yet inspiring for he's still alive after going through so much as a mortal and Shamane would find her intriguing and would be curious about the immortal's life. They slowly find solace with each other, the shaman receiving simple yet genuine love and care while the vampire gets to have someone who can have fun and relax together. Though Eternity knows they won't last forever, for Shamane's life is nothing but temporary in her eyes. She will be lonely in the end, like she always have, but at least she got to experience something new...

💙 Last words

Aaaaaand that's the end of why I ship them! If you made it this far, WOW! You certainly are a reader, my friend! Have a cookie for compensation~ 🍪

[danfengfan]

VIRTUAL LOVE ; dan heng x reader

synopsis : two high school students grew up studying as middle schoolers. although it doesnt seem like they ended on good terms

𖦹 TABLE OF CONTENTS

start date : 23/11/06

PROLOGUE

the first notebook

the second notebook

the third notebook: part one

the third notebook: part two

end date : N/A

FRIENDS TO ENEMIES TO LOVERS (?)

playlist

virtual love - tanin jazz

love knot - priscilla chan

ghost girl (shoujo rei) - mikito p

cellphone love story - mafumafu

lemon song - tomoki hasegawa

"and you dont remember? as if id believe that"

intended lowercase

! subjected to change

implied chinese reader (can be read by any audience)

gn! reader

modern au (not lore-accurate)

english is not my first language