#AND TY AGAIN POSITIVITY ANON <333

[nulltune]

Positivity anon is back again and wishing you and yours a very happy weekend! Do you have any upcoming holiday plans that you're excited for? Or, if you don't celebrate the holidays, then is there anything you're looking forward to that's happening in the next few weeks? Also, if I happen to not be around for this, I'd like to wish you a very happy holidays and a Happy New Year as well! Keep on shining, you wonderful star! ♡

i'm hella late for thissss but welcome back positivity anon!!!! i'm a homebody so i just like to stay and chill at home during the weekends- nothing really eventful outside of hanging out with friends and yadda yadda. i really enjoy a chill weekend like that tho!! it's an absolute w for mee <3 i'm not really a festive person, but i'll probably just use the holidays as an excuse to treat myself to sth nice GGDKFGSKD (HAVE BEEN EYEING THIS FANCY BENTO BOX IN THE CONVENIENCE STORE....) (<- this lowkey sounds kinda sad in a funny way but trust me i am a convenience store luvr 💖) oo and i do have a lot of plans with friends for christmas and new year's too !! ✨️✨️ which is always nice no matter where we goo :DD

happy holidays and a happy near year to you too, positivity anon!! ❤️💝❣️💕💓💖💞 not to be granny, but DAMN ICB TIME FLIES SO FAST IT'S ALMOST 2023???? waaoowww... but i hope u have good one as well!! IM TOO LAME TO BE A STAR SGDKSHFJ but tysm 🥺❤️ keep thriving andd slaying, you wonderful ray of positivity!! (i am literally so bad with words goob bye-) TYSM FOR THE ASK AS ALWAYS 🥺🥺

[cecilxa]

hi is it alright if i request kaeya, diluc and thoma (separate) with a reader who feels very insignificant next to them and their achievements, hurt to comfort pls <333

i see you, i cherish you

contents: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationships, gn!reader, monologues in each part so have fun with that haha

cw: negative thoughts, overall sadness and insecurites, feelings of emptiness, crying, food

a/n: first of all, ty anon for being incredibly patient! i'm so so sorry this took so long to fulfill, but i really hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

kaeya– pavo ocellus

Even with one eye, you consider Kaeya to have achieved and gone through so much you couldn’t even imagine happening to yourself. From losing his parents to another parent, and on top of that, his rather- for lack of better words- rocky relationship with his brother, he’s gone through so much and emerged so strong. This comes to the problem at hand. You. Even though he may not have such a clean and honest reputation, people still respect him, evident through their affirming glances and the straightening of their backs whenever he walks by. You, on the other hand, are merely thought of as an accessory, an addition to his ever-growing collection of precious items, tagging along for the sake of it. 

It’s draining to keep thinking like this, you know, but you can’t help the thoughts that constantly invade your mind, constantly reminding you of how insignificant you are compared to Kaeya. You’ve done nothing of value; you’ve done nothing to help the people of Mondstadt, and you’ve done nothing for yourself at this point! He seems like such a respected figure, and you seem so little compared to him, you might as well just live your life inside forever and no one would notice you were gone. 

Tears start escaping from your eyes, and you don’t bother to try and catch them with your mouth like you did when you were younger, because what’s the point? You’re going to eventually start crying again, and again and again. You’re just not important enough and you haven’t done enough and you just feel so small, and so empty. Curling up into the foetal position, you let the sadness wash over you.

—

Kaeya hurries back to your shared home. He’s been looking forward to this, the thought of holding you in your arms and being able to kiss your delightful mouth is enough motivation for him to be tying up any loose ends his (interrogations) job may bring and finishing up the stacks of paperwork his other colleagues have piled up out of laziness. Honestly, some people these days have no moral integrity!

Unlocking the door, and walking in, he immediately notices how quiet it is. That’s strange, considering how he can usually find you either in the kitchen, preparing some form of dinner whenever he comes back home late, or in the hallway right in front of him, welcoming him back home instead. There’s no one in either of those rooms, and when he calls out your name and no one calls back, he begins to get worried. He can’t lose you, not ever, so when a fresh wave of panic tries to take over, he tries his hardest to stay calm and think about things logically. The next thing to do would be to check upstairs. He’s bounding up them, two at a time, his strides revealing how much he’s actually worrying about your welfare, but he doesn’t even reach the top when he hears your cries. 

Not even caring anymore, he bursts inside your bedroom to find you curled up on your bed, body wracking with tears, shaking periodically. A myriad of emotions swirl through him. Anger, at whoever made you feel like this- he stores a mental note to free up some time later that week- relief- well, at least you aren’t missing or gone, but most of all, sorrow. Sorrow at your sorry state, sorrow at the fact you feel like this, sorrow that echoes deep in his bones; a sorrow that makes his heart twinge in uncomfortable ways. He walks over to the bed, and lies next to you, facing your body. 

Gently wrapping his arms around you, he whispers sweet nothings as you cry into his chest, each one making his eyes soften, and grip tighten.

“Please tell me what’s troubling you. I can’t have my darling all wound up, can I? It’s my duty as a knight to make sure all the citizens of Mondstadt are happy and healthy, wouldn’t you say?”

You don’t respond to his questions, like he thought you would anyway, so he changes tact.

“Darling, I beg. I don’t like seeing you upset, and know I’ll deal with anyone who tries to harm you, so please tell me what’s wrong. Whatever you say, I’ll make it right, you don’t have to lift a single finger, I promise.”

You sniffle a bit at this, tears coming slower, and you can feel his warm stare on your head, hands stroking your waist in a way that’s always made you feel relaxed. Or maybe that’s just his arms. Voice cracking up from all the crying, you respond, albeit with a wobble.

“I-I just haven’t done enough, Kaeya. I haven’t done enough!”

Bursting into a fresh set of tears, you wail into his chest once more, and once more, Kaeya shushes you. He kisses the top of your head, one that he hopes conveys his patience for you, and your words. He lets it linger for a couple of seconds before speaking again.

“To me, you’ve always been enough. Why else would you have stolen my heart, and why else would I have allowed it to happen?”

“But, you’ve just done so much and I’ve done so little!”

Kaeya frowns. He now knows what the problem is, but he feels clueless as to how you could ever feel this way. To him, you’ve done so much both for the people of Mondstadt and himself, helping out whenever you can, and always with a smile on your face.

“I’m going to stop you there, darling. Know that nobody thinks lowly of you. I may be the Cavalry Captain, but I have no horses; you may be my partner, but you are also a person. You may not see this, but everyone else can. You have done, and helped so many people that they come up to me- even when I’m out in the tavern- to talk about how you had helped them that same day. Apart from seeing your face, those little conversations are the highlight of my night, and they should be yours, too. So don’t worry, darling, from now on, I’ll tell you those messages and we’ll see how truly significant you actually are. I love you, wholly, and I never want you to feel like that ever again.”

His arms tighten around your waist as he presses a lingering kiss on your head. You squeeze back with the pressure of a feather, and a soft smile breaks through his face. 

diluc– noctua

There are many ways you can say the name Diluc Ragnvindr. The Darkight Hero, saving grace of Mondstadt, free from the shackles of the Knights of Favonius, or perhaps, Master of the Dawn Winery, filthy rich, yet hard-working, producing possibly the best wine in the whole of Teyvat. No matter what name people utter, it always comes along with bucket loads of respect and admiration, constantly failing to hide the fact that they hold him in extremely high regard, much higher than what you could ever hope for. People speak of his courage, perseverance, and determination (well, maybe apart from Kaeya) when all they say to you is to ask how Diluc is. 

It’s frustrating, no- it’s angering and belittling, and it’s as if you don’t have anything to stand for other than being his partner! He gets all of this respect and you just have to stand by his side! It’s as if they don’t even see you as a person with achievements, which- well, what have you done that’s worthy of praise? Nothing, you guess, maybe becoming Diluc’s partner was the peak of your life; it’s only going to go downhill from here, you’ve done nothing good, you’ve done nothing worthy; maybe you don’t deserve him at all. And- oh there the tears come, hot and salty, droplets dripping down your face. 

–

There are many ways Diluc says your name. He says it gently, with hushed undertones and comforting hugs; he says it passionately, with longing in his eyes and a bold thump in his heart. But most of all, he says it so full of love, as if you had hung all the stars in the sky, full of unending, fulfilling, admiring adoration. Whenever your name leaves his mouth, people can’t help but stop and stare; it’s just so obvious how much the Master of the Dawn Winery cares for his special someone. Whenever your name leaves his mouth, there’s an ever-present look in his eye, one that reveals everything he feels about you, a look that proclaims out his devotion. 

So when Diluc finds you- alone, sobbing violently into your pillows- he doesn’t hesitate to place you on his lap, arms cradling your fragile figure, as he utters your name again. He says it again and again, stroking your hair softly, waiting patiently (as if he wouldn’t wait an eternity) while he lets you cry into his shoulder, eyebrows slightly furrowing at the sight of seeing you so upset to get to a point like this. It’s not fair, he thinks, for you to feel like this when you deserve nothing but the opposite, and- he shouldn’t blame himself for this- but what if it has to do with him? You know he’s busy, and he knows he’s busy, but what if you’re feeling as if he doesn’t love you anymore?

Oh, what a lie, as if he could never love you, what a lie, as if he could never look forward to seeing you, as if he could never touch and kiss you as if it were his last. Those people weren’t lying when they said that he was truly in deep, too deep to ever get out of the hole he had dug for himself. Diluc doesn’t mind, though, if he’s in there with you, he would stay like that forever. 

This doesn’t fix the situation at hand, however, and as much as Diluc would like to be able to fix all of your problems, the world doesn’t work like that, and so the next best thing is to help you try and feel better.

You’re still crying, and with every sob that you let out, a piece of his heart seemingly shatters into the void, and he thinks the only way to repair it would be to see your smile again. However, you’ve changed positions to where you’re both hugging each other. You on his lap, arms around his shoulders, and his arms around your waist, sporadically kissing your cheek every once in a while. He sighs, though not at you- never at you, eyes heavy with sadness at your state, and whispers gentle words, cradling your head with his hand.

“Look at me, darling. I love you eternally. I love you with my whole heart, and I can’t even fathom how much it beats for you. I do not know why you’re crying so, but I hate it. You do not deserve whatever this is you are feeling, and I know you as much as I know the back of my own hand. To me, you are the greatest person I have ever known. You have the ability to make me feel things I didn’t know I could, and you made me love, the most important thing of all. I have slain and destroyed, but at what cost? You have healed, and perhaps that is what I love about you so. So please do not cry, darling. You have done so much for me, and you have done so much for others. I know that much, so please, can I see you smile again?

You gaze up at him, eyes widening, as they fill up with tears once more. But not sad tears this time, happy ones instead. You kiss him, salty and passionate and thankful. It’s rather amazing how he manages to find the exact words to comfort you. 

Diluc may be considered stoic, and quiet to most, but for you, he’d recite the longest scripture he could just to wipe your tears away. 

thoma- rubeum scutum

The past few days for Thoma have been particularly busy. Both the Kamisato siblings required some type of assistance that had needed to be by their side for an extended amount of time, often just accompanying them with daily tasks around Inazuma that they may need to be called to. He doesn’t mind though, because at the end of each day, even though he may arrive late, even though he may find you asleep on the couch once he finally arrives back home, he gets to see your face, and gets to carry you gently off to bed, pressing some kisses to your forehead as he does so. 

However, what Thoma doesn’t get to see, is the constant emotion of insignificance you feel next to him. You’re truly proud of him, you really are, and you’re glad he’s so busy and looked after all the time, but sometimes you wish that you could feel that way too. Sometimes you wished that you could receive the same workload as him- just to be able to say that your superiors trust you to be able to deal with larger things, like him. But you don’t and now you feel useless. Especially now, since he’s been kept working late for the Kamisato Clan, you’ve been chased by negativity for the days that he’s arrived late home, and it’s catching up to you.

It’s suffocating, you just want to be recognised by someone, for someone to be proud of you and to be able to say that they respect and admire your ethics and hardworking nature. But instead, you do mundane tasks everyday, get home, wait for Thoma, then go to sleep. You want something more; you yearn for some sort of sign in your life that you’ve achieved something, that you’ve created meaning for someone else. You just feel so tired of it all, you just want to go to sleep.

Staring at the wall blankly, you don’t even notice Thoma creeping in with a smile on his face, only to be replaced by a concerned frown. It’s the end of his gruelling week of assisting and accompanying, and there’s nothing more he wants than to be able to lay in bed with you, the one he loves with all his heart. He even prepared a cake for you to share, your favourite flavour! But when he sees you, devoid of emotion, a grim expression on your face unlike your usual self, he doesn’t hesitate to place the cake aside- all but forgotten- and rush over to where you’re sitting. 

“Baby…?” 

He whispers, almost scared to raise his voice, as if he would upset you even further. When you don’t respond, he gently raises you up to your feet, so tenderly, you know he’s done this before. He tilts your head up to look at him, and he gets scared. He gets scared at the empty look on your face, and he musters up all the love he can get (which- to be frank- is a lot) to smile at you. Even though he’s scared, the eyes are the window to the soul, and his truly reveal how much he cares for you. He searches for feeling in yours, and when he spots just a glimmer, he leans down to give you a gentle peck on the lips. 

“Do you want to tell me what’s troubling you? I’ll do my very best to sort it out, you know I’d do anything for you.”

Comforted by the sound of his voice and affirmations, you regain some feeling in your body, and you feel less exhausted. 

“Sorry, Thoma. I just- I’m not feeling too good.”

“Oh, would you like anything then? I have a really good soup recipe that I can make for you, just get some rest, and it’ll be ready in just a few minutes! I would prefer for you to feel better sooner rather than later.”

You sigh. 

“No. That’s not what I meant. I mean- well- you’ve just been so busy and I’ve been… here, doing nothing. You’ve done so much already, and I haven’t done anything at all, I just want to feel as if I’ve done something… significant like you, that’s all.”

Tears start pooling at the corners of your eyes, and Thoma hurries to wipe them away with his hands. His heart clenches at your confession, worry evident in his eyes. If only you knew how much you mean to him, how much he thinks that you’re the significant one in the grand scheme of things, and how much he values your existence. 

“No, don’t say that kind of stuff, it hurts. You know I love you so, so, so much and that I think you’ve done so much- too much- that I can’t possibly repay you. You don’t know how much you’ve impacted my life, and that I’m so grateful you came into it. I think others would agree too. I look forward to seeing you every day, y’know? You’re the highlight every single time, so don’t think of yourself as worthless, or insignificant, because I think if you weren’t here, my heart would have a massive gap right down the middle! I love you so much, baby, and it pains me to see you hurt like this, but I want you to believe that compared to me, you’re the one who shines bright. You’re the star here, not me.”

He pauses when you don’t respond. Maybe you need some time for yourself, sometimes that’s just the case. 

“I’ll make the soup now, okay? I love you.”

Turning around to head out, a pair of arms from behind him encase his waist. 

He laughs, turning around again to face you. Stroking your hair gently, he presses a kiss to your forehead, and wonders whether you can tell how much he truly loves you. How much he would do for you, and sacrifice for you. Thoma mutters a quiet ‘thank you’, and you look up at him, confused, tears still in your eyes. 

“Surely I should be the thankful one, Thoma? Thank you, though.”

Your voice goes quiet at the last part. 

He smiles softly, eyes drooping ever so slightly in admiration, in patience and in understanding. 

“My pleasure.”

a/n: tysm for reading to the end! likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! ❤️

[mangekyuou]

zunnnn i'm here again for another request as anon (•̀ᴗ-)✧ can i request for sabo or shanks (who u think its the scen better) x f!reader

scenario: he's a flirty asshole, and she gets flustered EVERYTIME. But this time she beat him into it ( her r18 pickup line ;) ). he ends up getting so flustered that it pops up randomly in his mind, wether it's a fight or a banquet 😭

you can end this with crack or nsfw (if you chose sabo pls make him submissive) it's absolutely up to you !! thank you 🤍🤍

A BETTER USE+ / ☻

☻  /  pairing . . .  sabo x fem!reader.

☻  /  type of love . . .  romantic.

☻  /  synopsis . . .  the only thing keeping ( y/n ) from that promotion she wants is sabo and his flirting that always finds a way to make her swoon. but of course, she finally has a trick up her own sleeve.

☻  /  content warnings . . .  slightly suggestive. not proofread.

☻  /  commentary . . .  this is so short. i am so sorry. i also changed the r18 line, i hope you don’t mind. i also can’t write fighting, the it will be the end of me i swear. <333

( y/n ) needed to win. This was her chance to prove herself to her seniors of the Revolutionary Army that she deserved to be here, that she had truly earned an officer position despite her short time with them.

And in order to prove herself and grant her the officer position she wished for, she was given a test. A test in which she had failed multiple times. The test of either tying with or defeating the Chief of Staff, Sabo.

This test was proven to be nearly impossible, having failed multiple times in front of her seniors. She had even failed in front of Dragon himself, she had never felt so embarrassed. And the blond Chief of Staff didn’t make it any better for her.

Sabo was a cocky bastard who never knew when to quit. During training, he always knew exactly what to say to knock her off of her game and turn her into an easily defeated flustered mess.

She was too easy, he thought. He saw how serious she had become about wanting to win against him. But she always blushed at the most slightly suggestive compliment he threw her way. It was kind of cute.

There was a deep tension between them, anyone could see that. It was part of her test, he told the others. Something about testing her to keep her guard up, even around the people she least expected. Everyone knew that wasn’t the entire truth.

In truth, he was intrigued by her. He wished to get to know her more, outside of the organization. Even if she never tied with or defeated him, she had already proven herself enough to him. He had even planned to make her an officer no matter the outcome of today’s test.

Unbeknownst to him, she had planned to win by any means necessary. Even if that meant stealing a page out of his book, she had quite the trick up her sleeve.

She stood on one side of the practice field, with a look of determination. While Sabo stood on the other side, with his usual easy-going grin. Between the two stood Hack, holding up an arm as he began to count down from five.

As the fishman reached zero, he hurried off the field, starting the match. ( y/n ) didn’t waste a second in charging toward the blond. This was a different approach to her usual, 'allowing him to strike first' method. But he didn’t miss a beat, blocking her attacks with ease.

The blond chuckled lowly, “This is a new approach. You’re learning, I like it. It only took a few tough losses.” But of course, he wasn’t finished.

“However, I could forgive a pretty face―” He began with the flirting, fully expecting her to become her usual blushing mess, putty in his hands for him to easily overpower.

But she didn’t. If anything, she was hardly listening. Surprised that she hadn’t fallen for his words, he had nearly forgotten the fight at hand. She took advantage of his brief defenselessness, successfully swiping his legs.

Sabo fell to the hard ground with a loud thud. Before he could quickly climb to his feet again, she had run to cover him. He winched, feeling the weight of her knees digging into his shoulders. He had opened his eyes, noticing the position she had pinned him down.

( y/n ) had straddled his chest, her knees had pinned his shoulders and arms to the ground. Her arms were folded across her chest, a playful smirk imprinted on her face.

She had done it. She had knocked the Chief of Staff onto his back. She had won.

“You know, Sabo...I know of a better use for your mouth if you’re interested.”

A deep red blush appeared across his face. He had opened his mouth to speak, only being able to stammer out incoherent words. He was putty in her hands.

That would definitely not be the last she heard from him. When he could actually speak again, he’d definitely take her up on that offer.

"OH GET A ROOM YOU TWO!"

© MANGEKYUOU. / ☻

[littlecarmine]

i recently started following u and can i just say i LOVE how in ur tags u compliment the gifs and the coloring and the quality!!!! i used to make gifs years ago when i was a reg on tumblr and i know it means so so much as a creator to see those in the tags 😭😭 also i love that someone else notices those things and has the appreciation for it ❣️

hi anon!! ty so so much for the sweetest message <333. I really appreciate all the effort editors make (and the cm gifmakers are extra suffering bc the production value is NEGATIVE 😔) and to hear that my tags spread positivity about them makes my day!!

ty again for visiting my inbox 💞. hoping u had the loveliest wednesday and wishing u an amazing night!!

[bring-the-storm]

Hi! I just read your Alyanette fic "Is it Chill that You're in my Head", and I really, really loved it! It was funny, it was sweet, it was plot-ty—it was just perfect! Thank you for sharing it! ❤️❤️❤️

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anon, you have no idea how much this means to me <333

I'm seriously blown away by the positive response I've been getting from this fic. Writing this story was probably the most fun I've had working on a project since I began The Sidekick Conspiracy and I'm so glad you liked it!!!

Currently, I'm debating working on an Adrinino fic set in the same universe, but I'm also trying to start my Big Bang fic, so we'll have to see if that ever gets written lol.

Thanks again!

[postingpebbles]

Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)

my handwriting is nice

so are my hands in general actually—i think they’re kinda pretty (good for piano too haha)

i’m kind

my height makes it easier to find prom/long dresses bc i don’t have to get them hemmed

my hair color

[wearequeer-andwearehere]

Want to say ily and you're amazing - you've helped me figure out my gender and sexuality and I will be forever grateful for that. I hope you have the best life, thank you for spreading awareness about gender identites I never would've known about otherwise, and issues within our community, and the positivity in general, you just do so much. I smile every time you come up on my dash <3

Ajsjajsjf ily too anon and ahhh I’m so glad I could help you out!! Sjdjfjg I always try to educate more people abt queer stuff and I hope whatever little impact I have can make the world a bit of a better place :)) Ahdjajd again ty for this ask anon, have an awesome day, ily!! <333

[frogtanii]

*slams hands on table*

HI ITS 🔮 AGAIN!

👏i👏need👏your👏advice👏please👏

im kinda shaky typing this out, but like you, the positive comments like how you enjoy the snippets i send you, and your other anons who write snippets too are i n s p i r i n g m e t o s t a r t a b l o g o f m y o w n, but knowing me, my attention span will let me enjoy it and write things for fun for about 3 days before my people-pleasing tendencies will tell me to write and publish even if im not feeling it otherwise i will be alone for the rest of my life 🤡✌️.

i also dont wanna get slapped in the face with plagiarism, even if by accident, because social media is wide, and what if i think of something someone has thought of before and i just havent seen it?

another reason i wanna start a blog, other than to get ideas out there, is because seeing you interact with anons seems so fun, and with the social distancing and quarantining, i havent been able to socialize much, and i want to still be able to communicate with people without clamming up when face to face classes begin for us, and i dont know how to approach my classmates in our groupchat 🤡.

lowkey, i feel a little better after that little performance-

a n y w a y s-

take as much time as you need to rest before writing the next chapter owkiedokie? asking for the weekends as a break time from writing isnt a bad thing, if you want to, ok?

*hits you with aggressive affection and baddie energy again because you cant have too much of either* 💘

p.s. to that anon, j has built up a community and family on this blog, from what i see, she enjoys writing and enjoying being with the anons and peeps on her blog, so i dont thinks she's leaving us alone anytime soon 🤷‍♀️, its just that she has a life outside of tumblr and she's in the midst of balancing life, tumblr, resting/taking care of her person and everything else. *gives the anon some aggressive affection too because everyone deserves affection*

hello again crystal nonnie!!!!! ty for entrusting me to give u advice even tho i’m horrendously bad at it aksjdk but i think, if you want to, you should start a blog!! taking all your concerns into consideration, i think you should make your blog intentions clear from the start (like if u want to post sporadically and not get swept up in peer pressure)!! that way, the people joining your blog will know what their getting into and will hopefully be less demanding hehe!! i hope this helped u decide somewhat :3 :gives you much love n affection: hehe <333

[rivetgoth]

Who do you think Pavi’s favorite sibling is? I like your content by the way!

Ty anon!!!!!!!!

That’s a good question, and I think it’s kinda difficult to give a straightforward answer because his relationship to Luigi and his relationship to Amber are way way way different. I don’t know if between Amber and Luigi Pavi has a “favorite” sibling, since his relationship to both are so unique… 

BUT I think that if you asked Pavi… he would say Amber. Ogre has talked about this a lot, but Pavi apparently really envies Amber and wants to be her: Speaking as Pavi, he said, “If I’m looking at myself, I really want to be like my sister ultimately.” This is of course backed up super strongly in the film itself when Pavi wins the auction for Amber’s face and wears it lol. I think Pavi’s perception of identity is really fucked up, something pretty obviously seen by the way he hides his real face behind a woman’s skinned face and the way he hides his real voice behind a fake accent; Ogre has spoken about how he’s really deeply insecure and a huge coward under his multiple layers of masks (emotionally and physically). All three of the Largo children have a whole bunch of layers of issues that they deal with in separate individual ways, and I think Pavi has a real difficult time with coming to terms with who and what he is and gravitates really strongly to femininity as this state of perfect (and unattainable) beauty and thus envies his sister because she’s the most direct projection of that in his life. I think it comes from his desperate desire to be loved, although I don’t know why exactly he gravitates towards femininity the way he does, it could have to do with him misinterpreting the way women are sexualized as something desirable (ie. “men want to fuck women so I wish I was more like a woman so men wanted to fuck me!”), or something to do with his absent mother or… who the fuck knows really, we don’t know the Largo siblings well enough to say for sure, but whatever happened, it all comes out as Pavi really envious of Amber and just completely adoring her. So in that sense, Amber is his favorite sibling, since I don’t think he’d ever in a million years want to “be” Luigi or be blatantly obsessed with him like he is Amber(’s face).

That being said, I also think Amber seems to intentionally distance herself from her family, what with changing her name and appearance, spending so much time on the streets, and just disappearing from scenes like Mark It Up and Night Surgeon once things get intense. That coupled with the fact that she ends up actually getting GeneCo in the end (implying also that she managed to convince her brothers to give her that authority position) makes me think that she’s… really on a level above Pavi and Luigi and it’s hard to talk about their relationship to her since we don’t really know much about it. I think Pavi adores her in a weird projection-type way, but I don’t know how well they really interact, the only direct interaction we really get between Pavi and Amber is his “Sister, please!” which is really tame, and him admiring her face all creepily in the end which just ties back to what I was saying before about his admiration of her and nothing much deeper I think.

However, Pav and Luigi’s relationship is really… really interesting to me, because we see a lot more of it, but at the same time I feel like there’s a side to it we don’t see much of, which is like… To put it simply I don’t think they fight 24/7; I think they always had a strained relationship because of their many… issues and how poorly they… “cope” with those issues, and Rotti’s declining health and the awareness that GeneCo will soon be passed on to a new heir heightened that tension so by the time we see them in the movie they’re just bickering nonstop. But you see moments like the beginning of Night Surgeon, when they exchange their little knowing amused glance, which I feel establishes a connection deeper than “petty fighting 24/7 365 every single day of their entire life.” There’s also the fact that despite Luigi being entirely willing to stab almost anyone, Pavi remains unscathed regardless of how much of a nuisance he is. Luigi will lash out, but he never so much as breaks Pavi’s skin, and the majority of their bickering… just remains bickering. Luigi chokes Pavi once after Pavi throws underwear in his face, and they start fighting during the Genetic Opera but that’s at one of the most intense moments in the entire movie… they mostly they just yell at each other or do stupid shit like sprinkle fake snow on the other to annoy him. On top of that, I… I think Pavi kind of looks up to Luigi but won’t admit it, with my reasoning being simply that Luigi is the older sibling — Pavi is five years younger and not particularly very bright, plus there’s the whole “deep insecurity and lack of strong personal identity” thing I mentioned before. Luigi, for all his flaws, is a significantly more assertive and confident person (in Pavi’s eyes), and definitely smarter (as he very blatantly states in Mark It Up).

My biggest “example” of this that I have in canon is that I genuinely don’t think Pavi actually wanted GeneCo all that much. Pavi is lazy and thrives on getting away with doing as little as possible and getting immediate gratification for his wants via his father’s money. I really don’t believe Pavi does anything in Repo! to demonstrate actually wanting the responsibility of the largest company in the world. When he “fights” with Luigi about getting GeneCo, he never once really says that he… actually wants to run GeneCo. He sings almost solely about how “loved” he is. Luigi sings “I’m the smartest and the toughest … That’s why Pop will leave GeneCo to me!” while Pavi’s verse equates to “Everyone loves me and I steal everyone’s hearts.” Then in the siblings’ fight at the Renaissance Faire, his entire “argument” is “Dad loves me; they all love the Pavi!” which… again, is focusing in on him being loved and adored, not him being the fucking CEO of a mega-corporation. Pavi doesn’t want to be a leader on a professional level, I don’t think Pavi wants to work a day in his life, Pavi wants to feel loved (which is also why he obsesses with sex so much IMO; he craves intimacy and affection). This is a long-winded as hell headcanon for a really simple question and I realize I’m getting off-topic, but the point I’m trying to make is that I think Pavi doesn’t care about being the owner of GeneCo, I think he cares about getting affection and love and care from people and he’s decided that owning GeneCo will be a gateway to have that… largely because… Luigi… actually wants GeneCo for the actual purpose of running it. Rotti leaves Luigi in charge (or, Luigi wants Rotti to leave him in charge), not Pavi. Pavi doesn’t seem to give a shit if he’s in charge or not. Luigi seems to actually be doing some kind of paperwork, Pavi is fondling Genterns. Luigi wants GeneCo because he wants to be respected and for all his flaws he seems to actually try to show some kind of authority and put his money where his mouth is; Pavi wants GeneCo because… Luigi wants GeneCo (plus, and this is really off topic and I won’t even get into Pavi’s daddy issues in depth now but he also has it in his head I think that Rotti will give GeneCo to the kid who he loves the most, and Pavi is desperate to feel loved by his dad so there’s that).

I think, sadly, if Luigi and Pavi’s lives weren’t so messed up at this point and they weren’t so beyond the point of redemption and had maybe had something close to a healthy upbringing, they actually would be very close and Pavi would really admire Luigi and the two would be able to have a lot of fun together. They do seem to have fun together when they’re not screaming at each other, again as evidenced by their Night Surgeon glance, and I think they even have a vague sense of “we’re in this together” with shit sometimes as evidenced by the little ashamed glance they exchange after Rotti yells at them in the beginning of the movie. They look like little kids who were caught doing something bad and yelled at. It’s almost like Pavi and Luigi never got the chance to healthily grow up and work out how to interact as adults, so in a strange way their entire relationship is based on the mentality they had towards each other when they were squabbling children.

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Hey I know your probably super busy but I just wanted to ask if you could make a super short story on tumblr of you meeting stretch cause i really ship you guys i was just wondering what would happen if you ended up meeting each other. Your amazing Senpai!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just wanted to tell you that.

*A chance to self-insert myself with Stretch and incorporate my x-ray headcanons that no one asked for in one go?  You know I’m all over this!  Also, thank you, my sweet anon-kohai!  

*Oh man, lemme lay some first person on you guys.  I’ve been writing in second for so long that this felt all kinds of wrong.  

As I walked through the ER, I glanced down at the order in my hand, wondering what I was about to walk into.  The registration was woefully incomplete, with only a placeholder “John Doe” name and a generic birthday, so I wasn’t sure what sort of patient to expect.  Usually, those sorts of placeholders were used if the patient was incapacitated or in some sort of traumatic accident–yet the doctor had only ordered an x-ray of the forearm, instead of the usual chest and pelvis films.

It was probably a drunk without an ID that slipped and fell.  Wouldn’t that just be my luck?

Either way, from the cast cart situated outside the room, it seemed like they had already fixed the fracture without getting x-rays beforehand.  That’s weird, but I shrugged it off.  They probably had films done at another hospital.

I knocked on the door to announce my presence, and then swung it open, my usual speech already on my tongue.

“Hey there, I’m Ty–”

The sight inside the room caused me to trail off, my professionalism wavering.  There were two people inside, one seated on the edge of the stretcher with his sleeve rolled up and a bright blue cast on his arm–obviously my patient–and another clinging to the man’s opposite arm and wailing.

“I’M S-SO SORRY!  IT’S ALL MY F-FAULT!  WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO PAPY NOW?!”  the crying man asked, his grip tightening protectively on my patient’s–Papy’s?–arm.  

I was so thrown off that I completely blanked for a moment.

These two men were skeleton monsters.  

Monsters had separate hospitals–healers, magic, and all of that fun stuff–so, any that were mistakenly brought to ours were immediately transferred out.  We simply didn’t have the means to treat them.  I’ve never had one as a patient, and they haven’t exactly been welcomed with open arms into my city, either.  I’ve seen a few here and there, but never…

Never skeletons.

“Sorry,” I blurted, brushing the hair back from my face in a nervous gesture.  I dropped my gaze to the order clasped in my hand, as if I could glean some sort of new insight, but really–I just wanted to try not to stare.  

And boy was that difficult.

“I’m from X-ray.  I’m just going to get a couple of pictures of that arm,” I explained, while the distraught man sniffled.

“PICTURES?”  His brow furrowed.  "WHAT’S X-RAY?“

"Pictures of, ah… bones,” I replied, noticing the way my patient’s grin suddenly widened.  From the look on his face, I could tell he was amused.  

“considering i’m a skeleton, i’d say i’m pretty photogenic,” he claimed, which made me relax.  Oh geez, at least we’re addressing the elephant in the room.  

“They just want to make sure the bones look all right inside the cast,” I mentioned with a smile, since the other man still looks so baffled.  I could only assume that’s why they would order the x-ray of a skeleton monster.  

“IT’S NOT GOING TO HURT??”

“Nope, won’t feel a thing.”  I turned my attention back to my patient and opened the door wider.  "We’ll just go down the hall, Mister… Papy?“

"papyrus,” my patient corrected, standing from the bed.  He chuckled and shrugged slightly.  "you can call me stretch, hun.“

There’s something about his lazy smirk that made me blush, and oh man, he’s a skeleton, and I needed to get it together.  

"I’M COMING, TOO!” the other skeleton insisted, standing as well, but Papyrus stopped him with a gentle hand to his chest.  

“nah, bro, you can stay here.  it’ll only take a minute.”  

“BUT–!”  

“just relax and watch some tv, ok?”

He looked as if he wanted to protest further, but as soon as his eye(lights?) shifted to the cast on Papyrus’s arm, he deflated and nodded.  

“hey.”  Papyrus set his good hand on the other’s shoulder, his expression gentle.  "i’m ok.“

"ALL RIGHT.  I’LL SEE IF I CAN HURRY UP YOUR RELEASE FROM THE HOSPITAL WHILE YOU GO TAKE PICTURES TOGETHER!”

I didn’t correct him, instead marveling over the gentleness Papyrus showed him.  The other skeleton still seemed distraught, his cheeks a strange shade of blue–just like the tears prickling the corner of his eyesockets–but he managed to smile brightly.  

When we stepped into the hall, Papyrus closed the door behind us.  

“sorry ‘bout that.  that’s my bro, sans.  he’s never seen me hurt before.”

I lead the way, though couldn’t help trying to sneak glances of Papyrus’s bones.  Most of them seemed to be covered by his oversized orange hoodie, but he was wearing shorts, and from what I could glimpse of his knee and tib/fib, the anatomy looked strikingly similar to a human.  

“It’s no problem.  It’s sweet of him to worry about you.  What happened to your arm?”

“i’d rather not cast blame.”  He winked, lifting his cast slightly, and I realized he just made a pun.  Gentle, charming, and funny?  He’s hit all my weak spots.  "it’s nothing i’m too broken up about.“

I grinned like an idiot.  I even slowed my pace from what my friends call my 'hospital speed’ to meander beside him.  He’s easy-going, in no hurry, and even with his slouched posture, he’s much taller than I am.  

"You’ve never broken a bone before?”

He shook his head.  "first time for everything.  have you?  i heard human bones can break pretty easily.“

"No broken bones here.  Are monster bones stronger than human ones?”

He shrugged.  "dunno.  a lot of monsters don’t have bones, but probably.  never seen a monster break anything.“

"Really?”  I couldn’t keep the surprise from my voice–and slight disappointment.  X-raying monsters and seeing how different their anatomy is would be so interesting!  I opened up the door to the x-ray room, twisting to face him while he follows me inside.  

He grinned wider.  "yep.  hate to break it to ya, hun, but this may be your only chance to x-ray a monster.“

"Well, I do have to admit, out of all the monsters out there, the fact that I’m x-raying you is kind of hilarious.”

“almost as if you already have x-ray vision, huh?”  

“Pretty much, yeah.  Have a seat here… Stretch.”  He’s charming enough that I tried out the nickname he gave me, only for Papyrus to hold my gaze the entire time he moves to sit down.  There’s something about his grin that made me feel a little nervous, and I hoped my face didn’t look as red as I thought it did.  It certainly was hot all of a sudden.  

On the end of the table, there was a digital detector already set up, the x-ray tube positioned over it.  Papyrus rolled up the sleeve of his uninjured arm, exposing the bones of his radius and ulna–and I couldn’t help but stare.  The anatomy looked just like a human arm, although his carpal bones were more solidified.  

He had me a little confused, so I pulled the order sheet out of my pocket to check which arm was ordered–but he only looked amused.  "so, is it broken?“  He held up his uninjured arm, quirking a bony brow.  How was  he even able to move his brow ridge, anyway?  His skull doesn’t even have any sutures along the top; it’s all just smooth bone.

Oh god, I’m staring again.

"Legally, I can’t tell you.  I just take x-rays; I don’t read 'em.”  I shrug, reaching over him to grab onto his casted arm and slide it into the center of the detector.  

He chuckled.  "honey, it isn’t an x-ray.  it’s my arm.“

I definitely started blushing now.  Shit, from the way his lazy grin curved up around the edges, his eyelights twinkling with mirth, it must be one of those obvious, fierce blushes.  

Can skeletons blush?  

Now isn’t the time to find out, c'mon.

"Also not a doctor,” I insisted, trying to concentrate, but… dammit, it was hard when he kept looking at me with that grin.  His voice was low and smooth, and I found myself wanting to hear more puns.  

I positioned his casted arm and then fixed the collimator light on the tube to encompass all of his forearm.  He watched intently, flexing his phalanges outside the cast.  I don’t even really need to touch his hand to get him in the right position, but… I’m curious.  So, I reached out and touched his fingers under the guise of straightening his arm.  His bones were smooth and warm.

“ever touched bones before?” he inquired, and I felt as if he were trying to fluster me–to call me out for my curiosity.  Instead, I just smiled and met his gaze with a shrug.

“A couple of times, actually.”

His smirk faded, and he gave me an incredulous look.  "seriously?“

"You’d be surprised.”  With him flustering me, I start to walk back to the console behind the wall to shoot the x-ray, but then I notice the lead shield is still on the table.  "Whoops.  Hang on, lemme lay this in your lap.“

He leans back a little, keeping his arm in place as I lay the heavy lead across his pelvis.  "what’s this for?”

“Protection.  It keeps the x-rays off you.”  I gave him the vague speech I give the curious kids without a second thought.  However, Papyrus doesn’t buy it.  

“why’s it only across my legs then?”

Eh, he’s an adult; I can go into more detail.  "It protects your reprodu–… ah…“  I trailed off awkwardly when I realize again that he’s a skeleton.  

Does he even have…?

Papyrus’s grin turned absolutely shit-eating.  "my…?”

So much blood rushed to my face at once that I felt light-headed and absolutely mortified.  Why did I have to be so awkward?  "Your reproductive organs,“ I stated, trying to regain any sort of professionalism despite the fact that I’m burning right now.  "The radiation we use is minimal, but it’s still for the best to always be protected.”

I can’t meet his gaze anymore.

“yep, guess there are some bones that need protection.”

Does that mean he does have..?

Hoo boy.  I nodded, humming my assent as I turned around and went to the console.  By now, a few other techs have started peeking around and making loud, surprised noises over the fact that my patient’s a skeleton.  I swung an arm back at them in an effort to make them shut up, and when I glanced through the window to the exam room, Papyrus is waving at them with his good arm.  

“Don’t move, all right?”

“sorry.  that spiel about protection was just so moving i couldn’t help it.”

Someone help me; I can’t stop laughing.  

I took the x-ray and waited for the image to pop up on the screen.  I’ve gotta admit, I was curious to see how badly he broke his arm, as well as how the ortho doc fixed it.  Would the bones really stay together inside the cast, or did they plate it with some wire and then cast it so the bones wouldn’t shift?   Will his bones heal at the same rate as a humans, or does magic speed up the process? 

The image that pops up on the screen was unreadable.

It was bright white and blurry, as if his arm had been moving, with faint grays where the cast outlined his arm.  I stared at it for a moment, while my other coworkers moved to try to peek around my shoulder.  

“how’s it look?  break it to me gently.”

“Uhhh…”  If it’s white, that means the x-rays didn’t go through it, and I didn’t see him move his arm.  "Lemme try the next view.“  I walked around the wall and hold my arm out straight to simulate the positioning.  "Gimme a karate chop.”

Papyrus complied, though he seemed skeptical.  "did the first picture take?“

"You might not be as photogenic as you thought,” I responded with a shrug, which brought his grin back.  I reached out and grabbed his hand, rolling his thumb back slightly in an effort to get his bones directly on top of one another.  As soon as I let go, Papyrus rolled his hand back in.  

I grabbed his hand and rolled it back again.  "Keep it like this,“ I instructed, and his fingers lightly curled around my thumb.  

"if you say so, hun,” he replied in that smooth, low voice, and I reluctantly pulled my hand away.  That look clearly stated that I’m blushing again, that he was aware of what he was doing.

I headed back to the console and took the second x-ray, bumping up the settings in an effort to penetrate his bone.  Just like the first, it turned out bright white and blurry.  "It can’t be a mechanical issue because my marker showed up…“ I murmured both to myself and my nosy coworkers, pointing at the R beside his cast, denoting which arm it is.  Papyrus seemed concerned by the way I was staring at his films, so he scoots the chair back and stands, setting the lead shield on the edge of the table.  

"is it ok if i come back there?”  I nodded, and Papyrus turned the corner to look at the x-rays.  He stared at them for a moment, before shrugging, seemingly unperturbed.  "welp i ulna see a white blob.“

"Looks like your bone is different than a human’s,” I responded, feeling a little disappointed.  Maybe it has to do with his magic?  Magic might not be able to be penetrated by radiation.  Or maybe his bones are just comprised of something radiopaque–it could be a number of things.  

“ah well, it’ll be ok.  monsters heal fast.  i just came because my bro insisted, anyway,” Papyrus remarked with a shrug.   He’s definitely one of the most chill people I’ve ever met, I’ll give him that.  

“Well, that’s all I can do.  Lemme walk ya back to your room.”  

I lead him back into the hall, and even though the x-rays didn’t work out… I felt reluctant to take him back.  Maybe it was because he was the first monster I’ve actually spoken to for this long, and that’s interesting.  Or maybe it’s because his bones are fascinating.  

Or maybe it’s because he’s funny and seems kind toward his brother, and my stomach actually twisted when he looked me in the eye and grinned.

“so… what time do you get off work?”

I faltered in my steps and nearly tripped.  Is he asking what I think he’s asking?

Unfortunately, I work late.  

“Midnight,” I replied with a wry smile.

Papyrus hummed, slowing his steps.  "do you like pancakes or donuts?“

"Love 'em both.”  My heart’s racing.  

“welp, i know a place that stays open 24/7.  muffet’s.”  Papyrus reached into his hoodie’s pocket and handed me a wrinkled card.

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A phone number was listed below.  

“text me if ya wanna grab a bite to eat.  trust me, you donut want to miss the food.”  He winked, and I found myself thinking that I really didn’t want to miss out on the company, either.

“I might take you up on that.  For the food, of course.”

“hmm… i think i might be able to take x-rays now.”

“Why do you say that?”

Papyrus grinned, leaning in close to me as we approached his room.  With his mouth directly beside my ear, he murmured, “because i can see through you.”