#Oneday though..

[squirmydonnie]

Vent: CW: unreality, suppression

I feel like I deserve nothing and also torture and this has been very exhausting for me.

I'm sick of feeling like this everyday

I always feel like I've done something wrong

And like im horrible

I don't even try to feel happy. Because I know in doing the wrong thing

And I feel guilty about it.

I just try to feel not that much.

I can't enjoy many things because I feel bad about doing so.

I don't know what I want or need unless i think about what Cookie would want or need.

Even if I know what I it is that I need or want. It doesn't feel right for me to have it.

And I am discouraged by every single thing it feels like.

I don't enjoy winning. It doesn't make me feel good.

It makes me feel bad. And I am still afraid of smiling.

When I am happy. I don't feel okay smiling. I feel like I'm doing something bad.

If I smile when I am upset I feel like somethings wrong with me.

I don't feel like any feelings are safe feelings to have. They are all bad.

If I am feeling sad. I do think theres a bit of leeway. But it doesn't last for all the long.

Because I know I shouldn't be doing what I am.

Anything I do isn't right. The things i feel aren't right.

Nothing makes sense. When I do it.

I try to suppress my feelings because I know they shouldn't be there. But then. I don't know where I want them to go.

When I start feeling upset I feel terrible.

Because I know I shouldn't like that either.

I can't ever explain how I am feeling. Because there isn't time. There isn't time for me to say it. And it isn't fair for me to.start talking.

I want to be able to say something. But when I do. It's all wrong.

I give up because I won't be able to say what I need to.

It feels dangerous or too ridiculous.

I've literally turned against myself. I no longer have myself by my side in any way.

They don't like me.

I'm sorry I haven't been myself.

[rokosbasalisk]

this gives off the sames energy as my conversation with my friend the other day:

[viixenvi]

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 | 18+

Summary: You have been planning to steal some information from the Avengers compound. You successfully break in but what happens when the one person you never wanted to see again ends up catching you?

Characters: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Warnings: Torture, fighting, reader gets caught and tied up, heavy make-outs, slight flirting, some oral (Nat receiving), reader leaves Nat high and dry, villain fem!reader (Reader and Nat hate fuck whenever they catch each other guys)

This was not my best work, actually kinda bad and not proofread so forgive mistakes and like forgive me if it's bad I just had this idea weeks ago and decided to actually write it at 3 AM

Minors DNI

It was only a matter of time before you could escape. Sneaking into the Avengers compound was hard, it took weeks of planning and landing a job as a maid.

Stark was always hiring and it was just perfect when you got a call back that you had been selected for the job. Of course, this job came with risks to your plan. If you were suspected at all by any of the avengers you'd be finished. Which is exactly why you had a disguise.

Shape shifting was your specialty. It had just happened oneday, you woke up with powers of some sorts. You had no idea how to control them or how you even got them.

You were hoping this hard drive you were planning to take had the answers to some of your problems. You could only change your appearance, make others see you differently.

The only person you had to avoid at all costs was Natasha. She knew things about you that you hadn't told anyone else. You and her had a long history, one that you prefer not to think about. You had fought her previously, working with Loki. That went down hill fast and you managed to stay low since then.

Now you were definitely going to set off their radars. You have a plan though, you always have a plan.

"Can you get the lab too while you are at it?" Tony asks me as I mop the floor. I look up and nod, giving him a shy smile. He walks away, his phone in his hand.

Perfect excuse to be in his lab. You walk towards the lab, your heart racing. It was time, finally. You felt relieved, it was finally going to be over and you'd never have to see the avengers ever again.

"You are not authorized to enter this area." The voice startles you slightly. J.A.R.V.I.S was a pain to deal with.

"Mr. Stark asked me to mop the lab," You tell him. You hear nothing or a minute before the card scanner beeps with a green light and the doors click. That was surprisingly..easy?

This was too easy, you hesitate for a moment. You glance around the lab before your eyes land on a hard drive. It's the hard drive. No way Tony would just leave this out conveniently, not when he knew there was a chance it would be stolen by anyone.

But it's right there, and you don't think you have another chance. So you slowly walk up to the table, pretending to mop and swiping the drive off the table.

It swiftly makes the journey to your pocket and you walk out of the lab, leaving the mop on the floor. You have no idea how you can get out without at least being detected.

Stark was far from stupid, but your powers deceived him enough. Now all you had to do was fake an emergency and leave. You pick up the phone, pretending to get a call and panicking.

You find Steve in the living room, cleaning his shield off. "Can you please tell Mr. Stark I have to leave? There's a family emergency!" You spit out before he can really react. You are in the elevator as he says he will.

Something about the way he looked at you was confusing. He didn't even ask if everything was alright like you thought he would. If Steve was one thing, he was compassionate.

You knew they knew about your plans, or at least that you were there to steal the drive. As if on cue, the elevator doors open and Natasha is staring right at your face.

"Hello милый," her voice is sweet, just like how it used to be. You stand there for a moment, drinking in her features. You had spent the past weeks avoiding her and you never got the chance to really see her.

"Natasha, any chance you can let me go?" You say, one hand on the back of your neck as you laugh awkwardly. She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow. So it's a no.

Her fist raises to your face and you block it, swiping your leg under hers. She falls back and manages to flip onto her feet. You land a punch to her face, which angers her.

She kicks your stomach, causing you to stumble back. Before you can even think, she punches your face. You can feel the blood gushing out of your nose. You wipe it away with your hand while Natasha stands in front of you. She's focused on your face and movements.

You could tell she was analyzing you. You both hadn't fought each other in a while and it was obvious you were holding back. You couldn't get yourself to hurt her.

Natasha runs past you, jumping up off the wall and wrapping her legs around your neck. You pin her arms back and lean down, flipping her over in front of you. She breaks free from your grasp and jumps, spinning and kicking you directly in the face.

You fall over and close your eyes, consciousness barely hanging on. Natasha is a damn good fighter and you could admit it. Natasha hovers over you, pulling the drive out of your pocket.

"Some things don't change," She says just before you black out.

When you finally wake up, pain surges through your body. The familiar metallic taste of blood in your mouth reminds you of what happened.

You move to pull your hands free but it seems they cuffed you with some heavy metal cuffs. They definitely seem to be stopping your powers from being used. You are in a bedroom, which seems to be weird for the team as they have their own interrogation room and cells.

A figure comes into view and you know it's Natasha. "It's funny, you always end up in front of me bound by something," She chuckles. I sigh and close my eyes, the headache pounding in my head is not helping the pain.

"If you are going to kill me, just do it."

Natasha pulls her knife out, pushing the tip under my chin and lifting my head. "Aw, you wound me, baby."

"Don't call me that," You spit, clenching your jaw. You and Natasha always had a love-hate relationship. You were a villain and her job was to kill them.

"Tell me why you need the drive and maybe we can have a little fun," She whispers in your ear. You decide to play along, long enough for her to get you out of these cuffs.

"If I tell you, will you take these cuffs off?" You ask, giving her a defeated look.

"Yes."

"They paid me to take it, said there are plans on it they need. I didn't get any other information. I just know that they can kill me easily." Natasha sits on the chair across from you, spinning her knife in her hand.

"Who?"

"I have no idea. Some alien guy, he's weird looking," You tell her. You try to steady your heartbeat and avoid actions that will tell her you are lying.

Natasha seems to like this answer because she gets up and walks behind you. A moment later, the cuffs are no longer clasped on your hands.

You feel Natasha's hands on your shoulders, gliding down your arms. You almost shiver at her touch. You don't want to play into this, but she has given you no choice.

There's a smile on her face when you spin around, your hands on her waist. Your lips meet hers and the kiss is almost electric. Her lips are soft and you taste the cherry lipgloss.

She pushes you onto the bed but you flip over and get on top of her, unzipping her suit. Her belt is thrown onto the floor, not before you take something out of it.

"Fuck, I need you so bad," You whisper against the skin of her neck. You kiss down it, your warm lips sending shivers down her spine.

Her hands roam your body, pulling up your shirt. You stop her before she can fully take it off. "No, let me take care of your first, baby."

She pulls you into a kiss before you descend down her body, leaving trails of kisses. You pull the rest of the suit down to her ankles, kissing up her thigh.

You reach her lips, kissing them before spreading her legs and pushing your face close. Your tongue glides over her clit, circling it. Natasha moans, lifting her hips up and throwing her head back.

You wanted so badly to finish what you started, but you needed the drive and Natasha wasn't going to distract you again.

So you pull away, crawling on top of her and grabbing her face to kiss her. You carefully place a tazer disk on her neck and get off her before activating it.

Natasha gasps and falls unconscious from the tazer and you cover her up with a blanket. This was payback for the last time she caught you. This was your thing, always leaving the other wanting more. It kept up the attraction.

This time you may have gone too far, but your life depended on getting this drive and you didn't care what you did to get it.

You won this time.

[thepenguinweeb]

I love your writing about mashle x fem reader its so cute ( ✧Д✧) its so domestic and I know I need more about mashle male character x fem reader with a child.

So I came with an Idea a headcanon about fem reader as their wife.

Character: kaldo, orter, rayne, lance and domina (separate)

Romantic and fluff

About their reaction when they know fem reader is pregnant with twins, like fem reader is oneday have a sickness like puke or something like that as a symptoms of pregnant women. And when she check up to the doctor, the doctor said, fem reader is pregnant with twins. Fem reader is happy so she is planning to surprise her husband with the news when they came home from work.

🤭 I know that I have plenty Idea for mashle request ✨

[ ♡ Various Mashle characters x fem!reader ]

[ Includes; Kaldo, Orter, Rayne, Lance ]

[ ♡ Requested by: @kimura-uzuri <3 ]

[ ♡ You came to the realization that you are pregnant - but you did not expect the fact you'd be having twins. Neither did your husband, clearly, which gives you the perfect opportunity to share the news. ]

[ ♡ A/N: Obviously aged up some characters, because of the whole pregnancy thing. I'm really really sorry but I couldn't write for Domina, since they're not in the anime and I haven't gotten that far into the manga yet. Really sorry to you and that one anon who requested them 😭 ]

Your husband is a smart man. It probably comes with being a Divine Visionary, that's what you assume, atleast.

He's also very observant. He loves to people watch in general, but when it comes to you, he picks up on every little cue of how you might feel or what you might think.. it's both terrifying and attractive.

The first signs of morning sickness. You'd barely just gotten into bed at night when you started feeling nausea, and ran out into the bathroom to almost immediately throw up. When Kaldo asked if you were alright, you shrugged it off and told him not to worry.

The next day you go to a doctor and, surprise, it's twins!

In all honesty, you're more surprised than he is when you tell him the news.

"Hmm.. that would explain some things," is all he says.

But, he's genuinely happy for you. For both of you.

He gives you a kiss, and pulls you in. "They'll both be exquisite at magic, I'm sure." He looks into your eyes. "And just as fantastic as their mother, too."

Orter, like Kaldo, is an observant man. Not quite to the other's extent though. He definitely noticed something off about you, but couldn't pinpoint what it was.. so, he left it at that.

You tried to hide your symptoms from him, which backfired pretty quickly.

"I can tell you're sick," he tells you in the same straightforward manner he always uses.

You sigh. You intended for the announcement to be a little more.. exciting? Proper? But, alas, you cannot hide it anymore.

Upon hearing the news, his eyes widen and for a moment he freezes up. You almost giggle at the baffled look on his face, until he gains his composure back again.

"So... twins." You confirm with a nod. "That's.. nice."

It's hilarious how awkward he is about this. You know he's happy, you can tell - you know your husband more than anyone else, after all. Precisely because of that, though, you can also clearly sense the nerves he is trying so hard to mask behind his usual stoicism.

You have to reassure him that he'll be a great father to both of the children. But, whether he believes it or not, he'll be there for you trough the entire deal, he promises you.

You know that despite the tough and cold front he puts up, Rayne is a genuinely caring man who would do anything to ensure your safety and happiness.

As soon as he heard your sounds of vomiting coming from the bathroom, he rushed to help you out however he could. If you needed space, he was more than happy to give it to you. But, one eye was always on you to make sure you were alright.

He is devoted, and he knew from the moment he married you that he intended to have a family one day.

He did not expect to find out that that day would come sooner than planned.

Once you tell him the news, you can see the moment where everything just.. clicks. That look of realization.

"Twins.." he mutters after he gathers his thoughts. "I could have never imagined I'd be a father of twins."

He tries to keep it cool, but by the smile that's just barely visible on his face, you know he's excited.. and, by the way he fidgets with his fingers, you can also tell he's nervous.

"But, I don't mind," he continues as he looks up at you. "As long as you're with me."

Lance didn't have a single clue about your pregnancy.

You were on your own when the morning sickness came. He was away in his workshop, lost in his work as usual, and you didn't want to tell him about it. It would only worry him, you thought.

He feels genuinely upset when you reveal the news. Not with you, never with you. With himself. For not noticing the signs earlier, for not being there with you when you needed him.

Although not one for physical affection, he pulls you into a hug and whispers multiple apologies into your ear. You can only smile and assure him you're not upset at all.

After he's calmed down, he instantly starts to prepare for the twins. Looking for matching baby clothes, multiple toys to buy and the softest blankets you could get. It's amusing how dedicated he is to this.. but adorable, too.

For confirmation on Lance's part; the workshop idea is based on his official fanbook page, where it's mentioned he frequently visits the academy's workshop to make merch of his sister. I like to believe he continues that hobby and branches out into making more things in his adulthood! :)

[justwinginglife]

Omg! Hii!

Anyways, I would love for you to write something like, maybe y/n is petty, because soshiro and y/n were both battling it out for the vice captain job? Soshiro Thinks Y/n hates his guts because shes always roasting him. Oneday, he stumbles opon her diary, and finds out shes actually a die-hard simp

OH MAYBE SHE SAYS SOMETHING LIKE "I love it when he bosses me around' EHEHE

Anyways love your fics!! <3

@soshirohoshinasimp Yay it's you again! Hello dear, so happy you love my fics! Appreciate you so much. I hope you continue writing as well! Also, thank you so much for this prompt, I had so much fun writing it, it's definitely one of my favs.

Follow Me

You and Hoshina butt heads so frequently it was a wonder your heads weren't permanently mashed together at this point.

It started when you both met during the Defense Force Exam- he had already taken down a third of the kaiju in the arena and he had the nerve to snatch one of your kills from you, the attention-seeking bastard. You had your gun aimed and ready, finger curled around the trigger, about to shoot, and he swooped in and sliced the kaiju to bits. In response, you chased him all over the training grounds, sniping every beast he went after before he could even react. And that was how he found out that there was actually someone who could keep up with his speed. Yeah, he was annoyed as shit, which pleased you immensely.

Then, when you were both rookie officers in the same division, you'd constantly be competing over combat power. He'd increase his stamina through vigorous training, bragging to you that he was at 40% and then you'd shoot back that he was still too damn slow because you were at 45%. Then he'd learn a new sword style technique and hit 50% with a smug look on his stupid face and you'd rush to keep up, vowing to him you'd make him choke on your dust one day when you left him behind. Sometimes you'd swear that just the act of pissing you off upped his combat power because it gave him the biggest rush. Some days, you weren't even sure if he cared about the numbers anymore, he just liked to push your buttons. Well you always pushed right back.

You accidentally glimpsed some old pics of Hoshina when he was a kid and you realized he'd had the same haircut his entire life so he must have one hell of a consistent barber. And that barber had to have hella dirt on him, having known him his whole life. So, of course, you tracked down his barber (like any sane person would do, right?) and coaxed him into telling you stories about Hoshina when he was little.

The next day, the base was abuzz with gossip about the time that Hoshina almost drowned at the hair salon because he tried to scoot further up in his chair while his barber was still shampooing him and he hit his head on the faucet, choking down the water in the process, and Hoshina just knew you had something to do with it. After all, how could it have not been you? You had the most satisfied, most devilish look on your face all day, though you never admitted it was you who spread the rumors.

After that day, it seemed nothing was off limits anymore. Hoshina spread hideous pictures of you with braces on when you were a teenager all throughout campus (to this day, you were still unsure how on earth he found them, you thought you'd destroyed all trace of the evidence) and as payback, you hid erectile dysfunction medications in his bag and then slit a hole in the bottom of it so when he spilled the contents of his bag in the locker room the next day in front of all the other officers and then denied it vehemently the other officers just took his denial as further confirmation of his... issue.

But as nasty as both of your pranks seemed, some of them were actually quite amusing, even endearing. You'd had a bad day at work one day and to cheer you up (you think), Hoshina set a litter of puppies loose in your bedroom. You did have a shit ton (pun intended) of shit to clean up after that, but it didn't matter, you'd already cheered up when you saw their adorable wagging tails and big round eyes. So, to repay him, you filled every square inch of his room with bottles of his favorite coffee. He couldn't sleep on his own bed for weeks, but at least he had a long lasting supply of wake-up juice.

And the two of you got to know each other extremely well through all this competing and bickering. He'd figured out what time you liked to go to your favorite bakery and he'd buy out their entire stock of your favorite pastry before you got there. It took you awhile to figure out how they were always cleaned out of only your favorite snack everyday, but then one day you got injured in a fight and you found him leaving a chocolate croissant by your hospital bed when you woke up.

It seemed like things were taking a different turn than you'd thought, and maybe the two of you could actually be friends for once, instead of rivals.

But then you both got the same letter saying that one of you would be the new Vice Captain of the Third Division and it all depended on your performance going forward.

"Only 70% combat power, huh? Not very 'Vice Captain' of you. Maybe I'll have less competition than I thought." You'd smugly say to him in passing.

He'd roll his eyes and say, "Oh yeah? And how's that training of yours going by the way? Cuz I could've sworn I beat you by nearly half a mile in that last marathon, getting slow in your old age?"

You were the same damn age as him. Fucker.

But even though the two of you would tease each other like you always did, you could tell that this time things were different. There were actual stakes on the line and one of your futures would be greatly impacted by this. You were both so young, it would be an impressive feat to be Vice Captain at this age. Both of you wanted that badge of honor to parade around.

Eventually, you were neck and neck. Both about 90% each. For the first time you were evenly matched. It was anyone's call who'd be the next Vice Captain.

It even crossed your mind that neither of you would ever be Vice Captain and the two of you would just be locked in a life long battle to be better than the other. But one day, something changed your mind and changed the course of both of your futures.

You saw him training someone in secret, someone who had absolutely no chance of being in the Defense Force and honestly had no business being in the Defense Force with how weak he was. But Hoshina saw his potential and he spent his free time nurturing that potential. That made you think about all the other little things Hoshina would do like this.

If someone was down about their skill level, he'd always point out something that was so obviously impressive about them and his simple logic would always win them over, cheering them up. Because how could he be wrong if it actually made sense? He'd say it like it was a simple statement, like he was just reciting a fact, but you knew he'd put thought into trying to comfort them.

If a kaiju was particularly difficult to defeat, Hoshina would look at all the angles, strategizing different ways to bring them down, ways that normal people wouldn't even consider. Even if it was crazy, if it was possible, if it would save more people, he'd do it with no hesitation.

He was fearless and strong, but he was also selfless and kind. And you'd started to adore that about him.

So you wrote a letter to the Captain of the Third Division withdrawing your desire to be Vice Captain, saying you'd follow wherever Hoshina led.

It was your little secret. Until it wasn't.

You swore you saw Hoshina coming out of your room one day, but when you didn't find it filled to the brim with anything, didn't see any trace of his usual pranks, you thought you might have imagined things.

But then when he ignored you for an entire week, not even bothering to tease you or respond to your teasing, you knew something was very wrong. You even started to miss him annoying you, and that realization deepened the pit in your stomach even further.

Then he showed up at your door.

"Can I... can I come in?"

You stared at him for a moment. "Um... sure?" You stepped aside awkwardly, unsure what was about to happen, but you missed him so much you'd let it happen anyway.

He paced in front of your desk for a moment and then he finally said, "I got the Vice Captain position."

You smiled. "Congrats. I'm happy for you."

He groaned at that. "Don't. Don't do that, don't say that. I only got the position because of you."

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what he could be talking about. Surely he didn't know about your letter... right? "What do you mean? You got the position because you deserved it." Your words were still true, you did feel he was the best person for the job.

"Yeah but you wrote that damn letter. At first I was so pissed at you, and then I was so pissed off at myself for feeling like I couldn't have gotten the spot without you."

You gulped. Well shit. Cat's out of the fucking bag now.

"Hoshina-"

"No, I'm not done yet. Let me finish."

You let him continue but you sank into the couch, feeling like the shock of having this conversation was too much to handle standing.

"I read your diary. I felt like we'd been so stressed lately competing for Vice Captain, I thought a lighthearted joke would bring us back to where we were before, so I wanted to see what I could do to get you to smile again. So I flipped through your diary, and yes, I know where you hide it, don't even give me that look- you're not very good at hiding things and you know I know you too well for this."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. The familiar sound eased your nerves a little. Just a little. You still held your breath as he continued, wondering just how much he read.

"I was shocked by the way, here I was thinking you hated me and I come to find out that you think it's cute when I boss you around and you actually like being around me." He teased, nudging you playfully.

You flushed at that but remained silent.

"But then I read that you'd sent in the letter withdrawing from the running. I was so furious I couldn't even read the rest. So I sulked for a week. But now I'm here. And I want to know why. I know you well enough to know this can't be a joke. You'd never throw away something so important for the sake of a prank, so tell me why. Why'd you do it?" His eyes were desperate and pleading and you knew you couldn't lie to him.

You cleared your throat, meeting his gaze even though every part of you wanted to look away. "I meant what I said. You deserve the position, more than me even. I'm strong, but I don't inspire people the way you do. I'm fast, but I don't rally people the way you do. And I care about people, but you love people. You were meant to do great things and I guess I just realized I wanted to watch you do them. I'll follow wherever you go, Soshiro."

It was his turn to flush now, realizing that this was the first time you'd ever called him by his first name, and with such sincerity no less. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to compose the right words to say. He finally settled on mumbling, "You always were a pain in the ass, you know that?"

You laughed at that, a real genuine laugh and it made him smile. "I could say the same for you. But you know... I can't seem to live without you being a thorn in my side anymore. Is that so strange?"

He shook his head quickly. "I feel the same. It's like I need you near me or I can't go on with my life."

You both go silent as the weight of this realization hits you hard.

"Follow me. Be by my side. Wherever I go, I want you there with me," He said finally, quoting your earlier words. He held a hand out to you and you took it, squeezing it tight and then pressing a kiss to it.

He's shocked but then he says with a smirk, "I think you missed." He points to his lips.

"Yeah, no, you're going to have to buy me dinner first." You tease, nudging him with your shoulder.

He grins widely and you take in the sweet sight.

"I can do that. I'll buy you a million dinners if that's what it takes."

[bright-side20]

Elain is pleasant to look at, her mother had once mused ..., but she has no ambition. She does not dream beyond her garden and pretty clothes. She will be an asset on the marriage market for us oneday, if that beauty holds, but it will be our own maneuverings, Nesta, not hers, that win us an advantageous match.

“Why?” Elain demanded. “Shall I tend to my little garden forever?” When Nesta flinched, Elain said, “You can’t have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater.”

Rhys asked, “Have you ever seen Elain act like that before?” “No.” I chewed on my bottom lip. Rhys's gaze tracked the movement. “I mean, she's been brave when she had to be, but she's never been confrontational.” "Maybe she was never given the chance to be that way."

“But I wonder if everyone has spent so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she'd disappoint you all.” He sighed toward the ceiling. “With time and safety, perhaps we'll see a different side of her emerge.” “Don't forget that gardening often results in something pretty, but it involves getting one's hands dirty along the way."

Elain’s feet slipped against the floor, but Nesta gripped her upright, running her hands over Elain’s face, her shoulders, her hair— “Elain, Elain, Elain,” she sobbed....Lucien’s hands slackened at his sides.His voice broke as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.”

Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, “Should we—does she need …?” “She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien.Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not … Perhaps he, too, had suffered as Elain had before he understood what gift he possessed.

“You are his mate. Do you even know what that means?” “It means nothing,” Elain said, her voice breaking. “It means nothing. I don’t care who decided it or why they did—” “You belong to him.” “I belong to no one. But my heart belongs to you.”

Azriel gently removed the gag from her mouth. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head, devouring the sight of him as if not quite believing it. “You came for me.” The shadowsinger only inclined his head.

“This is Truth-Teller,” he told her softly. “I won’t be using it today—so I want you to.” Elain’s eyes widened at the obsidian-hilted blade in Azriel’s scarred hand. The runes on the dark scabbard. “It has never failed me once,” the shadowsinger said, the midday sun devoured by the dark blade. “Some people say it is magic and will always strike true.” He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. “It will serve you well.”

"It's so interesting how he played such an important role in her taking control of her power. He gave her his legendary blade and was confident that it would serve her well. He trusted her ability to make the right decision and always knew that she was more than the fragile flower everyone assumed.

“He brought you a present.”Those doe-brown eyes turned toward me. Sharper than I’d ever seen them.“And that entitles him to my time, my affections?”

Then his gaze shifted to Elain, and though it was utterly neutral,something charged went through it. Between them. Elain’s breath caught slightly, and she gave him a shallow nod of greeting before brushing past,leading Nesta into the room.

Elain, the wretch, had taken the seat betweenFeyre and Varian, about as far from Lucien as she could get.

“Yes" Elain breathed, like she read the decision. Just this taste in the dead of the longest night of the year, where only the Mother might witness them.Azriel's hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain's mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut. Offer and permission.

Elain is Blodeuwedd

[problemproxy]

Shout out to genderfuck people who like have such a bat shit crazy out there experience with their gender and transitions that when describing it they can only explain with the most beautiful poetic lyrics of self expression it makes people with the most clean, sterile takes on gender, transness and gender expression explode on the spot because they refuse to comprehend a person who identifies as: QUEER, GENDERFUCK, GENDER NONCONFORMING, NOT BINERY, NONBINERY, GENDERFLUID, MULTIGENDER ETC. ETC.

...actually is what they say they are?

Like my gods.

The fuck are they are? Like not every trans persons gender is as simple as i was a boy but now im a girl cause I feel like one.

Some trans woman keep their beards from when they were men and swing axes and hammers around proud and strong of who she is. A lot of cis woman, though often fantasy races get beards, why is it suddenly when a real life trans woman keeps hers and her muscle shes seen as faking or less for it??? Hell, she may not even see herself as butch, she may love cottage core and wearing frilly dresses with strawberries on them??? Maybe she even braids her beard, her hair and wear crowns of flowers with matching flowers woven in her braids and considers herself fem??? But weilds her ax and might because farmwork takes fucking strength and endurance and toils on her and shes sweet but isnt gonna sugar coat it??? Maybe her favorite my little pony character is fluttershy for her strong and gentle nature, and Applejack for her honesty and hardworking farm girl attitude. If you were to bring a flower or herb you didnt know, she'd be able to identify it and tell you a recipe for it based off it was a herb, spice, or veggie.

Some trans men keep their boobs and their pussies, they keep their keep their long and majestic, like that of a many greek God. They choose not grow a whisper of hair and laugh and sing their heart out to their choosen metal rock anthem that sings to their soul. They huddle under blankets giddy ready the next entry in their raunchy big handed omega yoai man smutty fanfic while fantasizing the main character is them while being a hopeless romantic that oneday they'll find a cute guy like 'Sebastian of Ravenloft High School for Werewolves whos the only other secretly vampire character besides the main character thusly totally gets them'. Maybe they consider themselves EMO and kin Ben Drowned, wishing they were an elf ghost with evil powers like him. Maybe they fucking goon out, simp over and selfship themselves with Jeff the Killer and headcanon all their favorites to be transmen like themselves.

Point is, there are lots of fucking LGBTQIA+ people who, when they say their queer, weird and here. They fucking mean it, aren't messing around and are gonna be freaky with their gender and fuck around with it. They aren't gonna shrink and make themselves go away to appease your clean, binary probably rooted in white ideology takes on fucking gender, self expression, etc.

There WILL be people who describe their experiences with their gender, self-expression, their transgender journey, their transitional goals and they surgeries they will and will not be getting and why in such a way that may trigger you, make you uncomfortable because it didnt fucking align with your own experiences and goals. And it is NOT their fucking problem that YOU are uncomfortable with how THEY express THEMSELVES. They aren't describing YOUR experiences, they are describing THEIR OWN, NOT YOURS.

Unless they actively and actually insisting their experiences is the only way to be x identity, shutting down other people saying they dont express their own gender or identity in that way. THEN SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT HOW OTHER PEOPLE EXPRESS THEIR GENDER IDENTITIES.

Fuck.

[that-girl-glader]

This is how I'd explain my asexual experience . Basically you know that you don't want strawberry yogurt. Everyone else has tried it atleast once, and expect you to have had it or at the very least want to try strawberry yogurt. Because those who haven't had strawberry yogurt want to try it at some point. You however don't want to. You don't like strawberry yogurt obviously. And you don't have to try it to know that because you know what goes in strawberry yogurt, and it's just not appealing enough.

The problem though is that you know when you're really really hungry you start to crave foods you know you hate. Like maybe it will be different this time. So even though you don't want to have it. You still fantasize about having strawberry yogurt in the perspective of if you were a strawberry yogurt enjoyer. And maybe you satisfy that with strawberry milk. But you still feel like you'd hate strawberry yogurt and maybe maybe oneday you'll try it ONCE to see where you stand with it. But you just don't actually CRAVE it. And you can do without it.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for ditching adults to hang out with children?

Pretty much what the title says. I (26F) enjoy the company of children more than adults. I find it hard to talk to adults. I'm always not talkative in their company. That's why, I only managed to keep only 2 of my friends that I grew up with, I feel as if people grow up and leaving me behind, and relate more to children. The only friendship I had at work quickly fell apart for many reasons, but the person being older than me and me not knowing how to talk to her was a big factor.

In family reunions that we have twice weekly, I tend to prefer running around and playing hide and seek with children and toddlers, or talking about their day, their favorite colors, making silly faces at babies, teaching kids how to write and draw etc etc. I'm able to pass this off as "babysitting" because "I love children but have none of my own", so no one found it weird yet and they can have time without having to keep an eye on their children, even in parties and weddings, I grab the nearest baby relative so no one will talk to me and potential suitors would assume I'm married, but the truth, I just find the things children talk about more interesting than adults and they understand me better. They are easier to talk to. I have better relationships with the younger relatives aged 0-16 but the more they grow up I start talking to them less and less. The cousins that are around my age and used to be my best friends growing up are now very distant to me because I don't know how to talk to them anymore, and I get along with their kids instead. They do often comment on this part though. "Why don't you talk with us" and stuff like that.

Specially oneday, my cousin (13F) had her friends over in the same time as we were gathered in their house. I went in her room to say hi and intended to leave immediately, but I saw they were playing a fun card game and ended up joining them. We were talking and laughing a lot for a while, until they asked me what grade I was in. My cousin laughed and told them, "she has a full time job!" And all of them were shocked but asked about my job and stuff. Thank God they weren't uncomfortable with it or anything, but my sister (33F) saw me and gave me a weird look that prompted me to leave. She exasperatedly asked my why was I doing that, since it was clear what I was doing doesn't count as babysitting.

I do think it's a non issue for adults to be friends with minors, however I question myself because 1. I'm sorta lying about the babysitting thing 2. I'm mainly friends with minors. I keep reading about how that's a red flag if an adult only interacts which children and I keep feeling like an AH for it. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[fredsters-world]

Negative Sonic AU: Who's our duo?

About Stryker and Tyrant!

Stryker the hedgehog

An assassin for hire. He'll do any job that pays well. Want someone gone or found? Something stolen? Don't want your hands dirty? He's your hedgehog! Pay him right and you'll get your money's worth—pay him shit, and you'll get your money's worth. What suddenly was a solo job became a family business when he took in a helpless blue two-tailed-fox. Who he raised and now his partner in crime, his ride or die, and adorable little brother all in one!

Growing up in a world that's given up on itself and the people, Styker had to do a lot for himself even since he was young. He found freedom when he ran away, but found shackles when he realized the world revolves around currency. With no education and utterly desperate, he found himself taking any job. From a young age he learned about street smarts; how to be alert, think fast, and never hesitate.

He's a stone cold hedgehog when meeting him. Never smiles unless you're covered in shiny gold and worth a lot—or if you make a good enough joke. He can have a strong poker face—until it comes down to his brother.

At home he's unguarded, he's smiling, laughing, crying even if he's watching a good movie.

Tyrant the Fox

Stryker's partner in crime, his trained dog, and little brother!

Tyrant can be the littlest of shits. He's a feral thing, he will growl or snarl if too close for comfort. He's untrusting of anyone and anything he sees. So yes, he does bite.

Don't underestimate him however—he may speak like a two year old and scratch his ear like a dog—but he can claw an eye out if he feels inclined to, or told to. He isn't just good with attacking, but he can conjure up some contraption that works just how he says it will. Don't ask him to toast your bread though, he can't figure out a toaster.

As menacing the blue kit can be, he's actually very unstable. He can't be left alone too long or else he'll panic and lose all common sense. Once, he nearly met his end when separated from Stryker for too long because of his reckless search to find the golden hedgehog.

He has a fear of abandonment, so never expect him to be far from Styker for long. Only an hour or two on missions, otherwise they'll always be side by side. Stryker doesn't mind, he wouldn't have it any other way.

Though because of his past, Tyrant has PTSD. If ever triggered, Styker is the only one who can comfort the little blue kit. Stryker is Tyrant's ground and stability.

Their bond

In their world, trust is so rare that it barely exists. To them, trust is everything. Their bond is strong, but a little too much.

Tyrant sees Styker as his savior, he'll do whatever he says like a trained dog, no questions asked just where and when. He will obey, but doesn't mean he'll always do it quietly though. He can be very protective of Stryker, always looking out for him when they're outside or on a job. Stryker is always a priority in Tyrant's eyes. He's home, he's safe, and he's family.

Stryker sees him the same. Tyrant is the only real family he has and he wouldn't trade that for anything. Which also means he tolerates the little blue devils bad attitude when it's brought to the surface.

Besides that, he will always be there for him. He knows it, Tyrant knows it, so there's no "When I'm gone..." conversations.

They depend on each other and they'll always be a two-package deal.

I'll build more of their world in another post, oneday, but hopefully this is leligible lol.

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Lover!

Summary:You love Nanami! It's so weird he doesn't acknowledge you at work..

Type:Scenario:Nanami × GN!Reader

Version:jjk

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"I love him!" Your voice echoed in the empty room, alot louder then you meant.

You ducked behind a wall, not wanting your husband to see you. It's not that he would judge you of course, Kento was a loving man, but it's embarrassing to be caught like that by your husband!

You giggled softly as you saw him walking again. Kento was always so professional at work, he was your husband yet didn't like distractions, so it's understandable why he never interacted with you at work.

He works at home too, always sitting at his desk taking up your twos time together. He'd always come to bed so tired while your wide awake. It's alittle sad getting to only watch him while he sleeps, you two could be watching a movie together, or talking about having kids, but he's always soo tired. Especially with his boss around.

Work is tough. You get that, but having to watch Kento from across the cafeteria at work hurts. He's so far, and usually sitting quietly whole some random coworker talks his ear off. It's frustrating that they get to sit by him but you don't.

"Hey! Y/N!"

Looking up, you see one of Kentos coworkers sitting in front of you. She works as his assistant, always running him things when it should be you doing it. He's your husband!

"How are things between you and Nanami?"

Your smile grew even bigger, looking back at him from across the room with a lovestruck sigh.

"Amazing, I wish we could just retire though...he works so much we barely have time for eachother..."

She gives a sympathetic look, nodding in understanding as she glances to Kento. Your face turns to a glare when she looks at him, taking pity on him as if she's the one who married him.

"Yeah, I get it. This job is really stressful. I have to get my kids a nanny so much I feel bad"

She has kids? That's news to you. Your eyes light up, suddenly taking her hands in yours and tugging her closer.

"This I great! I oneday want kids with Kenny, I haven't gotten the chance to talk to him about it yet, but what's it like?"

His assistant smiles, pulling out her phone and shows you the album of her kids, spending the rest of you and her break talking about rising children.

It was your dream, one day you and Kento will have kids. It's designed afterall, why get married if you won't have kids? Obviously you two are gonna gave kids.

Kento is always so busy, going back and forth between offices, not looking at you, going to meetings, still not looking your way, even loses track of things due to how much he works.

How silly! He even lost track of his wedding ring. How silly of him! It's a agreement to your marriage....he's so...clumsy.

It made you made when he looked at the jewelry store while you two were at the mall. But he obviously didn't want to admit he lost his ring, so you couldn't stay mad for long.

Weird....he got a new watch...

Oh well! The restaurant he brought you to was delicious! But.... his boss was there...and he didn't talk to you.

Boss this, and boss that, work that, and work this! You hated it! All Kento does is work work work work work work!!! He never takes a vacation! Or a break! Never gives you time to talk to him! Or even say hi!

You have to look at him through his door window sometimes, since he refuses to leave his desk. You've been in his office before, it's not even exciting. And he took down your guy's wedding photos!

It must've been a distraction, of course he loves you! He's just stressed and your a distraction...a distraction. Nothing else.

Your eyes followed him as he walked into the break room, shocked he decided to take a break for once. But he got coffee, standing near a coworker rather than you. How rude.

"Hey! Nanami! How come you talking to me?"

Kento looked so confused! How cute, you love rubbing over the small wrinkle between his eyebrow when he's upset or confused, he's so cute!

"What do you mean?"

Hello? Your right there! You huff silently, and his coworker notices.

"Really? Your spouse? Did you guys get into an argument?"

Oh no...Your face drops, watching as Kento turns to look at you. He hated distractions! He can't keep his hands off you at home, knowing your here in the break room might cause some...intense pda.

Yet...he looks so cold as he stares at you, his dark and cold. You looked away, staring down at your drink, watching the riples in your tea.

"....I don't have a partner"

~

[A/N:I'm serious this time. I'm gonna force myself to write more! I hope you enjoyed]

[milqueandsugar]

I know you're on hiatus so this is just when you're free. Im very excited that you added baldurs gate to your list so may i request astarian, wyll, and shadowheart with someone who crochets them little gifts (small plushies and stuff like that)

🌼☕` Your Tea Is Ready `☕🌼

gen , fluff / angst (lite)

includes , astarion / wyll / Shadowheart

A/N , this got away from me a little bit whoops!

WYLL has struggled with intimacy his whole life, he understands what basic, expected intimacy SHOULD look like. Chivalry, romance, boundaries. Raised in nobility he knows every step in courtship, but in all honesty he hasn't really been in any relationships. In practice he's a little... rusty. He's learning though! He has gifted you several things throughout your journey together. Mostly flowers or jewelry that made him think of you, or anything at a market or seller you look at a little too long. You givining HIM something though takes him by surprise, he had been so busy giving, showing he can be a good partner and following the rule book of love he has in his head that for a while he forgot that he can also receive love. He adores it, he's poor at showing it, but he does love it. He keeps them all, at night studying how you perhaps put them together and eventually trying to sneak peaks at your projects. Eventually when you discover the trunk in his tent filled with your projects do you finally tech him how to make them himself. It becomes a date night between the two of you, you get some much needed time to indulge in your hobby and Wyll gets to learn something clearly very important to you.

SHAOWHEART at first is pretty neutral about them, she thinks it's cute and she appreciates the passion you have for your hobby. She picks up yarn scraps and buys rolls for you in exchange for your little trinkets. In the night she sleeps with them, usually the most recent one you'd given her as they still smell like your skin and the candles you burn in your tent. Sometimes the yarn will pick up the scent of campfire smoke and its too easy to imagine you burning the midnight oil to make her a little stuffed bear or crocheted flowers. She keeps and cares for them religiously and going over her collection becomes part of her nighttime rituals. She keeps this too herself but shes desperate to hold onto them. Her memories do not solely belong to hers, they have been tampered and lost and stolen from her and in her heart she knows that oneday, someday she will forget you. Her collection of crochet gifts become a lifeline to her own life, to you. In her head she can convince herself that if she has the pieces of you, she can pull together the pieces of her memories of you.

ASTARION is a little confused about it at first. He's still getting used to this whole long term, non abusive relationship thing. He doesn't know what to do with them at first, he thinks they're cute but they aren't quite his style. He keeps them purely cause you gave them to him, you crafted them for him, you put them together stitch by stitch, row by row with HIM in mind. All that labour and for what? His enjoyment? It's a foreign idea to him. Like putting socks on before your trousers it feels backwards. For a long while he tries to give you something in return, kisses, a night of passion, love bites. All things you deny, you have to affirm him that these are all things you love as much as you love him, but he owes you no debt. It was an act of love, not of greed and it takes a long time for him to get used to receiving with no expectations. When he does however he warms up on the little things. He begins to sleep with them, keeping smaller ones in his pockets so he can run his fingers over the stitches in a soothing motion when journeying. Your gifts become not just a regular in your relationship but in his private life as well.

[catsockpuppet]

Do You Want A Shit Ton Of Calix Facts?

TOO BAD! YOU’RE GETTING THEM!! YOU HAVE NO SAY IN THIS!!!!!

erm, ignore the doodle up there it’s normal and not relevant at all i prommy <- half lie

BEWARE OF YAPS vvv

1. calix is caedromantic

2. his favorite song is “new god” by moonwalker

3. calix was bit by a werewolf in his teens during a very specific event. a lot of shit went down on the very same day and cal ended up hospitalized for weeks. he met radford there!

4. skid and pump know he’s a werewolf, skid will find his way to calix’s house every full moon to see him transform (but then he gets bored because calix stays home on full moons and does nothing but play drums to avoid stress an’ a transformation)

5. a transformation can be trigged by stress (anger/sadness/etc.) but the further he is from a full moon the less calix can transform! when the moon is barely visible calix can’t transform whatsoever (he likes going out an partying on those days)

6. calix refused to drink or smoke, but he does take edibles sometimes..sometimes. only really when he’s hanging out with ethan

7. calix wears almost exclusively loose tank tops and shorts in case he transforms (other clothes would rip or just be really uncomfortable). cal doesn’t actually like showing much skin though, he wears a jacket sometimes when he’s really uncomfortable

8. he’s suuuchh a pussy about getting sick (/pos). he’ll curl up in blankets and just shiver and only gets up when patty brings him soup

9. he pretty much lives in patty’s basement, his ‘bedroom’ is down there (he sleeps on a couch)

10. calix cannot sleep on a bed ever since his little canon event. if you asked him he’d say the worst part about the hospital was having to sleep in those beds RIGHT AFTER the incident

11. he dropped out of high school, it was too much added stress onto the lycanthropy

12. his lycanthropy is supposed to kinda represent disability but even w/out the lycanthropy he’d be disabled

13. his hair is lighter than patty’s because he bleaches it <3

14. calix tries not to talk about himself or his life because he feels like he’ll hurt people if they get too close (“don’t stare at the sun [ you won’t like what you see ]”)

15. ^ that little quote i made up encapsulates a lot of calix’s character, actually.

16. he likes grapes a lot

17. calix gardens! he loves plants. patty has a few flowers around the house that he takes care of

18. he hasn’t entered his old bedroom since before his hospitalization. patty went in once to grab a few of his clothes and bring them down to the basement but otherwise they don’t go in.

19. ^ patty payed robert $200 to empty the room for her and box everything up. she donated everything in there (and let robert take some of calix’s old games)

OKAY. UNDER THE CUT TIME BC I WANNA TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM (tws: violence, underage drinkinh, overdose)

calix got into a bad group when he was a teen. patty wasn’t home oneday and he had a friend sneak in to hang out. they were older and got access to alcohol (something calix had been kind of desensitized by now, he’d also picked up smoking) so the two were drinking an’ just kind of hanging out until the friend attacked him. that’s where he got bit and the lycanthropy didn’t reveal itself for a few more weeks but calix was really injured from the attack+he’d had a bit too much to drink by now. calix only really remembers passing out in his bed and waking up in a hospital bed with patty sitting next to him

20. calix doesn’t enjoy showing skin because he has a subconscious fear of getting bit again

21. he doesn’t touch any substances because of what happened

22. not related to all this but i forgot to mention that patty had calix in her 20s while she was in college, she’s a single mother.

[sofiaruelle]

What art program do you use?

These are my top 3 programs in my art process! Ignore the name of the app folder. It helps with MY motivation to draw lmao

1. Procreate ($12.99 as of Feb 2024)

My main drawing program! Its so easy to use and the UI is simple. What really sold me to procreate is the default brushes and the time lapse! if you’d like I made a post a while back on the brushes i use for lineart! Sooooo worth the investment honestly. also you can animate on it too! but Procreate released Dreams recently. I’m just saving up for it oneday!

2. Easypose (FREE)

I love using this for composition, perspective and poses especially in group setting which I really struggle with. The proportions are very much anime but nothing anatomy studies can’t fix!! Also love that its free and isnt subscription based. Lil warning though the asset library is very limited. there are DLCs but they’re not as detailed as what you’d see in Magic poser and/or Clip studio. But still the basic shapes still help a lot! and I wish i can change the color and move the light but it only has the one light source.

3. Canva (Free & Paid Subscription)

THE Graphic Design for dummies!!! /lh No but fr it has helped me a lot in clutch especially for merch layout when I used to do a lot of conventions

Honorable Mentions for References that helps me a lot (aside from Pinterest):

Sketchfab.com - lots of 3D assets that you can rotate around and use as references especially when you can’t find the right stock photo!!! (Some of the Assets are free or you can buy them!)

Line of Action - been using this a lot for studies! (free or you can subscribe to them!)

Clipdrop Relight - When I’m struggling to light a scene. Very helpful for color studies cause you can set up 3 lights at once for that bisexual lighting~

[hiemaldesirae]

playing around with als demon form (and clothing). i rant a bit about character design under the cut

its a little difficult to land on a design i like for alastor in particular because its so difficult to make him look like "himself" if i dont include key elements like the very shape of his silhouette. characters like velvette or charlie can get by with hairstyle changes or clothing swaps but with alastor, i find that its nigh impossible to have him look like himself if i switch out any elements of his silhouette. that and his eyes, as theyre so expressive and basically show how he's feeling where his expression cant i feel like its impossible to change anything about his eyes and make him still feel like *alastor*, at least at my skill level (if i oneday manage to make a version of alastor with a mustache and not immediately after want to kill him and myself i will be able to die happy) also i could take out the monocle but tbh even though it doesnt fit his time period it honestly makes him look better so im making him keep that on.

when i go to redesign things and change them around to my liking theres only a few things i can do: ex, i have to focus more on adding details that should be there instead of trying to subtract ones that shouldn't be (and yeah that includes the wackass bob). i also kind of have my hands tied when it comes to like, trying to actually connect back to both his deer and radio motifs because i swear to god vivziepop was not fucking thinking when she decided to make him the radio demon. his base design has literally NOTHING to do with the radio so i have to be super careful with how i approach all of it when im trying to redesign and work details in otherwise i end up veering off course and creating a whole new guy.

so for this, theres a few things i tampered with. for one, the suit he's wearing is monochromatic and boring (and i wont take shit about it being animation because if lucifer can have 10000 tiny annoying details and his stupid fucking tophat then alastor should be able to wear more than one fucking colour with his clothes) so the first step is to get some more colour in there. red with gold trimmings fits well with the appearance of old cathedral radios, and as a plus, it makes him look like he has a more cohesive outfit (as well as one that fits for the job!) instead of a colour scheme and clothes combo nearly as horrific as denim on denim. and of course the radio in the chest can replace the atrocious attempt at complexity in his outfit (is that a harness or a shirt pattern? who knows, not me!) . pants are a lot simpler but i dont really want to tackle the lower body just yet because i dont really know how i want to approach the animalistic vs non animalistic features sort of thing for his design. oh and i put in a ribcage corset because its a banger idea and it makes him look better honestly

[j-a-n-e--d-o-e]

Half adepti au

Alhaitham's father was an adepti from Liyue who followed his mother back to Sumeru after they fell in love during a research project.

The 2 lived happily for several years, and eventually, Alhaitham was born.

Alhaitham's mother never questioned the Sages interest in their son. After all, he is a rare hybrid.

His father, however, was very suspicious.

The adepti knows what human greed looks like and is concerned for his son.

The Adepti starts looking for a way to talk with the Lesser Lord as he doesn't want to uproot his family but he will if he has to.

If the Lesser Lord can not keep her people in check, he will bring his family back to Liyue and his Lord where he knows they'll be safe.

There's a 'tragic accident', and Alhaithams father dies.

Alhaitham's mother falls into deep depression and grief over the situation and becomes somewhat paranoid and terrified that the adepti would take her son from her. Alhaitham may be only a few years old, but he clearly favours his non-human heritage. She reaches out to her old professor, who reaches out to the Sages to intervene on her behalf.

The Sages agree to speak with Liyue but also offer to make sure Alhaitham could never be taken from Sumeru just incase the other kingdom decides to be unreasonable.

To make it so Liyue had no claim to him.

A ritual.

Alhaitham was too young to understand what exactly was happening, but he could feel that there was something wrong with the magic about to be performed, something foul.

But he wanted his mother, wanted to stay with her for as long as he possibly could. He didn't want to leave, not when she might be gone by the time he was allowed to return.

Time passed differently to beings like him.

Should he return to his father's people, he might not realise how long had passed and lose her.

So he went along with it.

Even though it hurt.

The sages weren't exactly lying. The ritual would ensure Liyue could not take him... by binding him to Sumeru in a role similar to that of a familiar.

(The sages want him to oneday act as a familiar to the god they intend to create)

The sages come to an understanding with Liyue and Morax by lying through their teeth. The Adepti and Moraz are unaware of Alhaitham's existence as the few letters his father sent mentioning him were tampered with.

The adepti are given the body of their fallen friend and told that his wife took her own life upon learning of his death.

As far as Liyue are concerned the matter was a tragedy but a settled one.

There was some upset over the Lesser Lord not bothering to inform Morax in person and instead sending a mortal emissary, but it never amounted to anything.

Alhaitham's mother has been informed that she may keep and raise her child but that 'Liyue' expects regular and detailed updates on the child.

Growing up, Alhaitham has an intimate connection with Sumeru, able to see Aranara and communicate with the land.

The Sages never learn any of this as his mother grew suspicious of them once her grief abated and remembered her lovers' worries. She started hiding things from them and taught Alhaitham to be careful.

Growing up Alhaitham ends up begrudgingly fulfilling some of the duties that a familiar or archon might. Tending to the forests and intervening to prevent disasters.

The connection only grows as Alhaitham gets older and would have become too much for him to handle, if not for Nahida.

Nahida stumbled upon him by chance and ends up mentoring him in his connection to the land. Alhaitham also rubs off on her and pushes her to be a bit more selfish and enables her curiosity. The 2 have ended up in a number of bizarre situations that have his mother laughing her head off at them and scolding them for giving her a heart attack.

They are each other's first friend.

Alhaitham allows Nahida to experience the childhood she never got, and Nahida gives Alhaitham insight into the world of immortals that was lost to him upon his father death.

Aillhaithams mother would eventually start going by 'Grandmother' in public in order to avoid stares and the questions that might arise at someone who looks as young as him calling her mother.

No one is ever ready for those they love to die, but Alhaitham manages barely. Throwing himself into the akademia and become a scholar to avoid his grief.

He's several decades old but still so young by his species standards.

Kaveh is the only person he ever tells of his inhuman status.

The 2 still fight, but Nahida's guidance has Alhaitham holding back so it doesn't escalate as much as it could have. They go no contact for a while but end up talking again much sooner.

The position of Scribe is offered to him the moment he graduates.

He's not a fool and knows it's so the sages can keep an eye on him but goes along with it as the job pays well, provides a great deal of access to restricted information and decent hours.

The overthrowing of the Sages happens similarly to canon, but with both Nahida and Alhaitham being more active participants.

Alhaitham is also less apposed to working as the Grand Sage given that with Nahida now back in her seat of power and free, the familiar bond between them has sbaoed into place.

There is no avoiding some kind of political position and power at this point.

It's during the 1st few months as G. Sage that Alhaitham discovers that the Sages straight up lied to Liyue and his father was probably murdered.

Great.

This is definitely not going to become a political incident that the 2 of them have to handle, right?

Also, what's this about the ritual performed on him as a kid not being a simple binding spell?