#Zali talks

[yaekiss]

the more i watch zali streams the more i fall in love with him. mans hit me with that french rizz -🪻

FRRRR ANON FR!! he's so rizzy AND he can build in minecraft (see: quaso house)?! he's so pog

[breadpain]

can i get a... uhm... uh... a mechatu-a and krisis collab?

[brisquad-unit-4402]

krisis wiping away your tears

i wrote a shitpost fanfic in the gc about how i put my sani pape in the microwave and somehow what was what kickstarted the urge to write as opposed to. yknow. the hour of writing and editing i did before the microwave

tags: hurt/comfort, gender neutral reader, established relationship, reader is crying for unspecified reasons

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🧻 Vezalius Bandage

uses a handkerchief or tissue to dry your tears

a medic handles with care, just as how he gently presses the cloth to your eyes

it kills him to watch you cry alone, so he takes your hand and guides you to his lap where he can give you all his undivided attention

rubs your arm while you hiccup, and places a hand on his chest so you can calm down to the feeling of his heartbeat

when you aren’t in the mindset to vent or hear him talk, he’ll hum to you. especially if you’re so tired you’re about to cry yourself to sleep

once you’ve cried it out he insists on getting you some water, a snack, and a shower (or change of clothes) to make sure the basic post-cry needs are met

“love. when i say i care for you, i mean it. i want to hear everything you have to say no matter what, and i’ll never, ever get upset at you for it.” it looks like zali’s eyes are closed, but from where your head rests in his lap, you see a hint of gold peer through his lashes. a surgeon’s hand brushes underneath your own eyes, patting away the tears. “so let me take care of you for now. breathe in and out.”

your body feels heavy from exhaustion and emotion. you curl up closer to him as you breathe. “tired, love?” when there’s no response but a nod he rubs your shoulder and clears his throat. the melodies of your favorite songs lull your to sleep.

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🔪 Vantacrow Bringer

lets you get his shirt dirty without hesitation

drops everything to stay by your side when he realizes you’re this upset

he wraps you into a bear hug the second you start tearing up. he’s not great with words and he’s scared of saying the wrong thing, but actions don’t lie

he’s not gonna break the hug any time soon while you cry, but he traces shapes along your skin and strokes you hair as he holds you

he knows you’re always doing your best and supports it, and if you did anything wrong, he’ll let you know once you’re in a state to hear it, not now when you need comfort

it’s hard to hear what vanta’s saying. it’s hard to hear your sniffles, too; it’s all muffled by fabric crinkling and the sound of vanta combing back your hair as you sob, careful not to let it get caught in your mess of tears and snot. his throat vibrates against your ear while he speaks.

“no one in their right mind would say you’re overreacting.” that’s the first thing you can decipher, and the only thing you need to hear. “no matter what. and i’ll remind you any day of the week that you’re doing fine no matter how you handle it.”

your sobs are interrupted by a squeeze as vanta holds you closer. reassurance that you’re his world even if you did everything wrong. “let it all out. i’ll be here every second.”

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🥽 Yu Q. Wilson

holds your face in his hands so he can thumb the tears away

the best thing he can do right now is let you talk, and be the one willing to listen

if your thoughts are too scrambled to explain why you’re upset then he’ll gather any comfort items you need. snacks, stuffed animals, physical contact, anything

he lets you get it all out first before he even thinks of saying anything since he doesn’t want to cut you off. instead a lot of his responses are nonverbal. he nods and squeezes your hand when you need encouragement

your breath is haggard by the time you finish spilling your guts. the storm of choked sobs has passed but now emptiness has taken its place, a hollow, dreadful feeling lodged in your throat as you hiccup. the only warmth you can feel is wilson’s jacket over your shoulders and his hand in yours.

his eyes have been closed for a while as he took in your feelings. it’s unusual seeing him so composed, but right now? it’s a welcome sight when the world feels like it’s crashing around you.

when wilson opens them again he holds you a little tighter. “thank you for trusting me,” he says slowly. “i’m not going to forget it, and i’m not going to ignore it either.

“but you don’t need to be tough all the time.” with his free hand he reaches out. his palm cups your cheek as a thumb curls around your tears, gently wiping them away. the corner of his lips curves up as he tends to you. “it’s going to work out in the end.”

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[celestiaras]

ft. vantacrow bringer x f! reader — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ vanta being your stay-at-home husband┊0.4k words

contains: smut!! dom vanta & sub reader┊established relationship (married), unprotected sex, breeding, talks of starting a family

➤ author's note: i honestly wanted to do zali but he isn’t a wife according to his test results┊inspired by (this art)

house husband! vantacrow bringer who has plenty of free time during the day since he’s only really saving the world at night, so he’s more than happy to look after the house while you’re at work so that you can return to a spotless home. chores like cooking and cleaning are pretty easy, and he loves the idea of having a beautiful lady take care of him financially while he cares for you domestically.

house husband! vantacrow bringer who has an entire ritual prepared for you whenever you return from work. he’ll take your coat and pour you a glass of wine, give you a massage and relieve all the tension in your back, run a streaming bath with a towel heating up in the dryer, cook a hot meal of whatever you’re craving— he’ll do anything that you want with a loving smile on his intimidating dace.

house husband! vantacrow bringer who’ll fuck you dumb if you aren’t too tired, angling his hips to trust deep into you and pressing you into the mattress of your shared bed. you’re so adorable under him and he has his mind set on breeding you, eyes switching from watching your flustered face and your cunt swallowing every inch of his cock.

house husband! vantacrow bringer who is maybe hoping that he can knock you up after filling you with load after load until he feels like passing out. he just gets a little lonely when cooking and cleaning all by himself while you’re working, he would love to have a little one or two around to keep him company!

house husband! vantacrow bringer who is so smitten with you, singing you a song with his deep velvety voice (which is a lovely contrast compared to his usual gruff tone) to lull you to rest. he’ll stroke your sleeping face with his finger and fawn over how lucky he is to have you as his wife, having one of those moments where he freaks out because he once again processes that the woman of his dreams is his just as he is yours.

house husband! vantacrow bringer who looks super hot in an apron and nothing else, making you breakfast the morning after. he dances around the kitchen tune, humming a tune and muttering something that you can’t even make out. if he catches you staring at him, he’ll mock you for being a pervert even though he’s the one half-nude, but maybe he’ll surprise you with another round after eating.

[thechaoticplayer]

WYR (FLUFF/SFW EDITION)

got inspired by the anon with the WYR stuff so I wanted to make one with some of nijisanji en livers for everyone :D feel free to reblog your answers!!

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WOULD YOU RATHER....

Go clothes shopping with Kotoka or go make up shopping with Melocco?

Have a romantic brunch with Zali or have a romantic dinner with Vanta?

Hold hands with Wilson or cuddle with Claude?

Give kisses to Hex or get kisses by Vox?

Lay in bed with Shu talking for a couple of hours or sit on the couch reading with Ike?

Play with puppies with Doppio or play with kittens with Luca?

Off Collab with Finana or do a cover with Enna?

Confess to Petra or get confessed by Rosemi?

☆☆☆☆☆

Pt. 2 later perchance?

[ivarismaybecrazy]

SPOILERS FOR YU Q. WILSON'S LORE. IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT, GO DO IT.

Because here is me and the Yu Q. Wilson discord's thoughts and theories on it! And here's the link for the stream. I'm in shambles over it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsN4qKt3wWc

So. This whole thing starts with the lore video. That opens up with the voice of Vanta (possibly voice acting someone else or it could actually be him) and Wilson talking. Wilson clarifies his name. Vanta (?) goes on to confirm that Wilson is a professional hitman and that he comes from a family of mercenaries. He was captured by Vezalius and brought to the place they're at.

Here's where things get interesting. Vanta (?) then offers Wilson a choice. Join ASH or be locked up as a possible threat to the public. Wilson seems excited about them doing this much for him, and asks if he needs to agree to anything else. Vanta (?) asks if he would be willing to preform in top secret biological experiments. Wilson compares this to getting super powers and after a long pause, Vanta (?) answers "Something like that." The stream ends here.

So. This whole thing starts with the lore video. That opens up with the voice of Vanta (possibly voice acting someone else or it could actually be him) and Wilson talking. Wilson clarifies his name. Vanta (?) goes on to confirm that Wilson is a professional hitman and that he comes from a family of mercenaries. He was captured by Vezalius and brought to the place they're at. 

Here's where things get interesting. Vanta (?) then offers Wilson a choice. Join ASH or be locked up as a possible threat to the public. Wilson seems excited about them doing this much for him, and asks if he needs to agree to anything else. Vanta (?) asks if he would be willing to preform in top secret biological experiments. Wilson compares this to getting super powers and after a long pause, Vanta (?) answers "Something like that." The stream ends here.

Here’s the information. Zali is most likely to be the one performing these experiments, as he’s done similar ones on himself before and confirmed in one of Wilson’s mc streams ( i dont have link, sorry) that he sometimes performs them on Wilson. This confirms that Wilson is being experimented on by Zali. 

Theres also a bit in one of wilson’s minecraft streams where he leaves to use the bathroom and a hologram appears momentarily. Tentapod is also out for repairs on this stream. In this stream, when “Wilson” returns to see chat asking him if he’s the real wilson, he corrects them, saying to call him Yu. This could mean that Yu and Wilson are two different personalities or people. Yu could be the hitman part of Wilson, so that’d be before the experimentation. Meanwhile, Wilson is him AFTER the experimentation. This also hints at why Wilson kept stuttering over how he is a hero. Constantly during his first few streams he’d go “I’m a hitman- I mean hero!”. This could hint at Wilson’s memory being altered during the experimentation and the stutters are the effects setting in. Also, Tentapod being missing for the hologram stream has given me the thought of Tentapod being a spy, meant to track Wilson’s behavior and report back to Zali/ASH.

Here’s something else to consider. Krisis is made up of Vanta, a tyrant who's the only one who can win against Wilson (Vanta can deflect bullets); Vezalius, a medic who experiments on people (including himself), and Wilson, a powerful hitman who was invited to join a team in ASH, in exchange for participating in biologically altering experiments. Taking all of this into account, the entirety of Krisis is centered around Yu Q. Wilson. Zali to experiment and Vanta as damage control. So this puts ASH as a whole into question. What’s their goal? Are they REALLY a hero organization?

And just because we’ll be overthinking everything, in the ranking stream that Kyo did, he placed Wilson as a villain. So did Zali in his own ranking stream with one of the JP senpais. HOWEVER, Zali also placed himself as a villain. This could be due to his very violent outburst during his lore video and the fact that he has literal alien DNA in his body. So, that could also be making his mind a little… villainous.

One last thing! I brought up the other hero waves being involved in this plot and we came to the conclusion that it isn’t likely. Oreins and Dytica are not a part of ASH, meaning we can rule them out of being involved in this mystery. For now.

CURRENT CONCLUSION: Yu and Wilson are two different people. Kind of. Yu is what he calls himself before getting captured by ASH. Wilson is his name after the experimentation. The experimentation, which is likely to have messed with his memories. (This would explain why he has a success rate that is edited from 5% to 95% percent. Yu has a 95% success rate, but Wilson remembers it as 5%. So to keep up appearances and his ego, he changed it last minute.) It’s unsure if Yu or Wilson are the good guys.

THINGS THAT DON’T ADD UP: 1. Zali and Vanta’s pets, Tsuchi and Kurococo. Why do they exist? 2. ASH’s validity as a hero program. Do we REALLY have any heroes? 3. The rest of the hero programs. Are they involved in this? Do they know of the experiments?

So yeah. We have a lot of questions and some hypothetical answers. Point is, I’m even more attached to Krisis now. Thank you to the many Wilsoneers who participated in this delulu conversation and thank you for hearing out our delulu.

[atonalginger]

I didn’t know you wrote for da! so I want messy meeting please!?

Oh yes Dragon age is the only other fandom I've shared a work in, but never posted it on ao3. I think it's tucked away somewhere maybe I'll dig it up sometime (that's off topic it's not the AU sorry)... so some world building for the AU before sharing a snippet of Messy meeting: This is an AU where the elven empire was torn down but the elven people did not fall the way canon sets up. They still control major chunks of Southern Thedas. Some are more reclusive while others exist as proud nations. The biggest elven "Gods" are killed but others are alive and simply living in seclusion, obscured and mostly forgotten.

One such nation is The Dales, which on the map looks like the whole southern chunk of what is Orlais in the game and the forest that extends beyond where we can go.

One of the main characters in this AU is an arcane warrior form the Dales: Ser Tavish Virfalenal. He is the oldest child and scion to the most powerful family in the Dales and also a good friend of Alistair. Mamie Holloway is a historian/research from the College of Ostwick. Also has experience as a Bard. This scene is set in Ozammar. They are there to get help with fighting off the coming Blight. okay under the cut to save everyone's dashboards are the snip(s)

Pt. 1 “I’m going to warn you now, they won’t listen to you.” Warden Commander Matildis said as she adjusted her sword belt. “They will tell you no decision can be made until a new King is named. And at this rate the Thaig will be overrun before that happens.”

“They have to honor the treaties,” Tavish sounded devoid of any emotion. He detested politics and negotiations. He did not want to be here but it was not safe for Velavera and so he was here instead.”

“We tried that,” Agustin said with a hoarse laugh, “the young one agrees emphatically and the old one yells about traditions and the other six nod and shake their heads in line with their chosen nug.”

“The situation is currently messier than The Game and more volatile than a barrel of Gatlok on fire,” Matildis sighed, “I left Val Royaux because of shit like this. I was assured I’d get away from it in the Deep Roads. No time for politics when you’re clearing mindless infected from the roads.”

“And it usually isn’t,” Zali said. She was leaning against her massive hammer, looking up at the humans and elves in her company,

“usually everything is as predictable as the day’s bell. But then someone went and offed Trian and broke the King’s heart. Literally.” “Yeah about that,” Mamie glanced over to Tavish before leaning in toward Zali, “we’ve been hearing a lot of wild stories about that. What’s going on?”

“Depends on who you ask,” Agustin answered before Zali could speak, “those siding with Lord Harrowmont say Bhelen killed Trian and framed his sister to get his competition out of the way and didn’t anticipate the heartbreak his father would suffer. Those siding with the Prince stand by his story that he found Sereda standing over Trian with a bloody dagger in hand and would have killed him as well had others not shown up.”

“What he said,” Zali nodded her chin up at the tan warden. Mamie’s shoulders slumped, “okay, and what do you believe? You’re from Orzammar, you know more about this situation than the wardens do.”

Zali smiled as she bit the corner of her lower lip, “That I do, I also left my home to get away from politics. What do I think? I think Bhelen’s a liar and also the best shot this place has at surviving this mess. Ol’ Endrin may have given lip service to House Theiren and and the Elven Great Houses of the Dales but they weren’t friends. He was using the surface nations while talking big about how the Great Thaig didn’t need the surface’s farms and hunters. How we could manage on our own. He listened to isolationists like Harrowmont and had begun withdrawing from surface politics. Don’t ask me why or where buffoons like Harrowmont got these ideas, I just know what I saw and heard. Trian and Sereda both looked to the Lord as a mentor and held onto his every word. Trian would speak openly about stricter enforcement of castes and Sereda called for the audits of the shaperate records to ‘fix’ errors. Meanwhile Bhelen would try in vain to get his father to see reason; The Thaig will starve without trade from the surface. What would we honestly do with all our ore and smithing? To not destroy generations of goodwill with our surface allies. I also think Bhelen has his eye on some lass in the commons and knows his family would disown him for it. and pt 2

“We cannot break such an agreement,” Bhelen argued, “to do so would be catastrophic. My father would never have turned his back on allies!”

“He wouldn’t have but you killed him!” the Dwarf shouted back. The room erupted into shouting and the clattering of chairs being knocked back. Harrowmont stood smug on his side of the chamber, watching as Bhelen looked on in growing panic.

The group watched the chaos. The wardens and Zali were resigned while Tavish and Mamie looked on in disbelief. Tavish opened his mouth on occasion to try and reclaim the room but each time decided against it and sighed. Once the shock wore off, Mamie set about digging in her side satchel. Tavish and Zali turned to watch as she dug around, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Then her expression flashed and she pulled a small wooden flute from her bag. She smiled impishly at Tavish and brought the flute to her lips. Zali slapped at the wardens and motioned to plug their ears just in time as Mamie unleashed a shrill, ear piercing note from her flute. The shouting turned to anguished cries and the dwarves in the chamber all plugged their ears. Satisfied, Mamie lowered the flute to her chin and said, “The Blight is a threat to us all right now. Warden Commander Bouthillier’s scouts have reported Emissary sightings on several routes and darkspawn numbers are growing exponentially. If These Emissaries were to link up with the Alpha Emissary leading the Blighted Host it would spell the end of not just Ferelden but Orzammar as well. We sympathize with your current strife but must ask for you to put aside your differences to protect your people. Many, many lives are at stake.”

“Do not lecture us on duty, girl!” one of the council members shouted. Another shouted across the room to chide them. Mamie simply raised her flute, “I’ll do it again. I’ll do it every time you interrupt needlessly or attempt to derail the discussion.” “I’ll send for a member of the Shaperate to bring the treaty documentation as well as representatives of the various Castes to begin negotiations.” Bhelen motioned for someone near the door to go.

Harrowmont shouted, “oh what authority boy?”

Mamie let out a short burst from her flute while staring at Harrowmont.

Tavish looked between Lord Harrowmont and the Prince, “I suppose I’m confused as to what exactly is the hang up here? My understanding is that this Great Thaig is ruled by House Aeducan. Which would mean the Prince, being the sole surviving member, would be King.”

“He was never named heir, which means it is up to the council to determine whether he or another is crowned,” Lord Harrowmont said with a calculated smile.

“And is there anyone else being considered?” Tavish asked.

“Lord Harrowmont was King Endrin’s second and close personal friend. He knew the King better than most and has experience in assisting with Thaig management and leadership.” One of Harrowmont’s council members said proudly. Bhelen sighed and frowned at Tavish, “we’ve held votes but each ends in a stalemate. After the last one there were…attempts on various councilmembers and we’ve called off future votes until that can be hashed out.”

“Andraste’s smallclothes,” Mamie exclaimed.

Tavish glanced at his companion before addressing Lord Harrowmont directly, “If a resolution cannot be found and treaty negotiations cannot be continued I will be forced to recall the Wardens from the Deep Roads, on Warden Commander Duncan’s behalf. Without Orzammar’s aid, those Warden’s will be needed on the surface to hold the Alpha Emissary from continuing North. I would also be forced to notify King Maric and The Keepers of the Dales of Orzammar’s inability to honor their word and treaties.”

A tense mumur rippled through the chamber. Lord Harrowmont’s smug expression dropped, “You can’t do that.”

“I can and I will,” Tavish said without emotion.

Mamie added, “Ferelden and the Dales have generously aided Orzmmar in lean times without hesitation. They have famously asked for nothing in return. All that is being asked now is for old treaties to be honored.”

“Negotiations cannot be held until a King is crowned.” The council member insisted.

Tavish shugged and looked to Matildis, “then I will recall the Wardens and we will depart in as soon as we are able.”

“Wait, there has to be something?” Bhelen pleaded.

“There is someone who could serve as the tie breaker, though she currently not in the Thaig.” Harrowmont conceded.

“You’d trust the vote to her? She’s batshit insane!” Zali shouted.

A flurry of ‘how dare you’ and ‘silence, deadwoman’ filled the chamber. Mamie took a breath but before she could blow the chamber went silent again.

“Paragon Branka could break the tie,” Harrowmont continued, “she took her House to a lost minor thaig said to contain ancient dwarven technology. She believes it could aid our continuous fight against the darkspawn.”

“And how do you propose we get her vote?” Agustin asked.

“Find her and you will get your aid. Refuse and leave and all is lost,” Harrowmont turned Mamie’s words against them, “Many, many lives are at stake.”

“Do you know where exactly she went?” Tavish asked, “I will not wander blindly into a blight infested cave.”

“There is information and maps in the Shaperate,” a scribe piped up from her desk, “I know Scribe Beomar worked with members of House Branka before they all left.”

“We could look into the Paragon’s whereabouts,” Matildis conceded, “but understand if the roads are overrun we will not push forward.”

“If we cannot locate the Paragon you will either need to come to an agreement or the Commander will march her Wardens to the surface.” Tavish said plainly.

“I have faith you will find her alive and well,” Harrowmont said, “before you leave I ask you pay my office a visit. We can discuss support for the expedition.”

“My doors are always open for you, Sir Virfalenal. I have not forgotten our families long standing alliance and will provide any aid you need.” Bhelen added.

Matildis looked to Tavish and mouthed the word ‘boom.’

[constellation-skirmishes]

Free pass to talk about your favourite oc 🎫

Whatever plotline or character detail you most wish someone would ask about

*grabs the pass and runs away*

ok i did the favorite oc in the last post...my poor little stinkies i cant choose easily.

alright!!! plotline/character detail i really want to tell yall.

so.

calico is the one that kills thetra. i havent figured out how to make the comic i really want to make for it, so i'll just tell you loll

they're in hyperspace, on their way back to coruscant, when the 142nd receive the order. thetra is sleeping in zali's her bunk and she wakes up to the sound of the door being opened. he turns over and comes face to face with the barrel of calico's blaster.

but then (all of a sudden i hear this terrible, GRATING VOICE) SOMEONE (toby) was like 'nooo dont kill thetra' so NOW i really have to decide if i let her live and experience worse horrors than if she just died or if i just kill him.

either way, both thetra and calico are going to suffer 😊😊

also !! i think ive already pointed out so many little details about thetra... like how she got his tattoos to match with zali and llyr because theyre his family :((( or because his pauldron is painted with a circle that represents llyr :(((( i dont know what other little things i havent said hajhshjdsaj

thank you for the ask <333333

[screwzara]

Since Raya is coming up I thought I'd try and make mini headcannon series of Ldf au.

Part 1, In another world

Aliya binti Baharom died almost a decade ago.

Boboiboy still remembers the day it happened. It was almost a week after Raya, everyone was still in a festive mood, getting ready to go to open houses and stuff themselves with all the delicious food. Aunty Aliya (She let him call her Aunty Liya for short) and Uncle Zali were supposed to come for dinner that weekend. They would bring Ali, which Bbb was super excited for, he got all his toys and found a cd (feeling old that this was so long ago they still used cds? 🤣) for Shrek so they could watch it while their parents were having coffee and talking about super Boring Adult Stuff.

Mechabot would say that his dad was too silly to talk about Boring Adult Stuff like taxes, or the government. And then they'd fight while his mom and the other adults would roll their eyes with the kind of fondness that comes from being friends with someone that long. Bbb hopes he'll have that someday.

Mechabot woke him up at 7, like always, (if only he knew how not normal the day, hell the next few years would be) throwing open his bedroom door and on-ning the light, only to be met by his tired groan. Uncle Mimi shooed him to the bathroom while putting his school uniform on the bed before leaving, because he's a big boy now that he's in first grade so he can dress himself, to help (distract) his parents with breakfast.

After going through his normal morning routine, and spending a few minutes struggling with his tie. Boboiboy walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Hey, guys-," it's after this part when he starts feeling like these aren't his memories, like he’s watching some movie or TV show, and not remembering what was one of the worst days of his life. Yaya would call it his brain protecting himself. She's right.

Anyway, it's all quite blurry after he stepped into the kitchen, like photos that got caught in the rain, the figures looking smugged and uneven but you can still see like the general shapes and colours.

He can’t remember what they told him, he can’t remember them saying the words "Aunty Liya is dead," even if that's what they would probably tell him, with more tact. He can't even really remember what happened after.

He just remembers his mom's tear stained face, her ruffled appearance and disheveled pajamas and hair. His mom always seemed so strong and steady, bbb remembers how it threw him seeing her so.... destroyed, broken even.

Seeing his dad somehow threw him more, his normally smilling face, was stoic, emotionless even, he would've thought his dad was sleeping with his eyes open, if it weren't for the pain in his eyes, the eyes bbb inherited.

He probably asked what was wrong, they probably told him. He can't (or maybe won't) remember.

How ironic he can't remember what they told him but what he felt?

Like a jinn stole all the air from his lungs, like someone ripped his heart from his chest and shattered it into a million pieces, like everything was too loud and too quiet.

Like he felt everything and nothing at the same time.

He was hugged, he remembers, the familiar feeling of arms wrapping around him, and muffled assurances that weren't really true. How could they be when Aunty Liya was dead.

When Ali mom, his favourite person in the world, his Mom best friend, and sister in all but blood, when his dad's teasing, smilling sister, when the love of Uncle Zali life, when his Aunt...

Was dead...

And never, ever coming back.

M...my heart-

*cries*

[gingerkingfisher]

pinned post yaaaay

Name: Ginger (System Name: King System; Ginger is host)

Pronouns: they/it/any pronouns

Gender: Whatever you want idc

Partner: Zali beloved <3 <3 Silver (alter)'s partner: Raith beloved <3 <3

Silver (alter)’s ????: Sprocket beloved <3 <3

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[hannahlovesluca]

Hello, I'd like to keep anon, as I'm not publicly trans yet. :)

Gender : trans male flux. (I tend to feel either neutral or masculine you see)

Sexuality : I am masculine attracted. So like anyone who looks masculine, is what I'm into

Star sign : Pieces

Mbti : INTP - t. I believe the reason I got turbulent rather than assertive is because I have anxiety

Personality : quiet, I do not enjoy social interaction, I prefer 1 on 1 or small group settings. I tend to not be aware of how loud I am talking, because of autism lol. I don't have many loved ones but I'd burn the world for them. I also don't tend to reach out and talk to people much, unless I have something to say, I don't much like idle chitchat, it stresses me out. I also spam texts with thing that could've been a paragraph oops

Likes : crochet, embroidery, beading, and reading books/fanfics. I also spend a lot of time on YouTube. I have to be on bed rest a lot due to disabilities, so I occupy myself with low effort activities frequently. Also chocolate, love chocolate.

Dislike : shouting/aggression (due to previous experiences, it puts me on guard) , broccoli, mid veggie. I also dislike when people expect me to do things, even if i say I can't. (Disabilites are sucky)

Thanks for the entertainment with everyone else's asks/requests! I've enjoyed reading them all, esp as I can most of the time see why you chose a vtuber for someone!

Love and care 🌹anon (red roses are beautiful)

hello 🌹 anon!!!

i pair you with…

Vezalius Bandage!

hear me out…

• zali loves that you have a more reserved personality he genuinely just finds it so adorable

• if he catches you being unhinged/energetic in any way he’ll smile at you proudly <3

• HE FULLY ACCEPTS YOU AS YOU ARE!!! TRANS OR NOT!!! gahhh he loves you sm

• best bf of the year award goes to

• if it ever comes to the point where you have a disagreement with zali, he will refrain from raising his voice or being stern solely because he knows how badly you handle it

• even if he is actually mad, he’ll cradle you in his arms and comfort you if you’re upset 💜

• also, if you’re placed on bed rest you KNOW he’s scurrying around the house doing absolutely everything for you and even assisting you when you need to use the bathroom

• poor baby is just so worried and probably a bit confused on how to help you but he does just fine!

• will flirt w you in french even though half the time you don’t know what he’s saying LMAOO

• sorry this is so short, im still sick!!

RUNNERS UP: Selen Tatsuki, Vox Akuma

[chiefsawyer]

closed starter for @zalifitz​

Elaine was seated comfortably on the couch in her office, working through a mountain of case files as she quietly handled a minor issue that had come about in the hospital. It was nothing serious, not in her eyes, and would be handled by the end of the day. Barring any interruptions, of course. However, as she leaned forward to grab a file from the table in front of her, a figure in the doorway caught her eye. Looking up over the frame of her glasses, Elaine promptly went back to what she was doing, her expression blank. 

“Can I help you, dear?” The last word left her mouth a little sharper than intended, a tone she’d rarely used when talking to Zali, one she’d never felt that she had to use, at least. But, given the recent events unfolding and the lack of communication, all of what little kindness Elaine had to give, had gone out the window.

[2014federalbudget]

im only a girl when we're talking yuri and lesbianism. otherwise im just zali :)

[brisquad-unit-4402]

things zali would say while you’re asleep

ah yes the classic confession while someone’s asleep. i need to abuse zali’s lore as a medic more

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, pre-relationship, pining zali, reader is a krisis hero, sickfic, confession-but-not-quite, i had fun with a translator, rare flustered zali

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Unfortunately Zali is an early riser by occupation, not nature, and clocks into the A.S.H. infirmary at 5:00 AM sharp. The beds are usually unoccupied, leaving the medic to his own research, but today he stops walking by one.

The other day, you and the rest of Krisis did the whole crime-fighting planet-defending thing, as expected. Also as expected, you took care of the threat without a hitch as a 4-person unit.

It was the day after that posed a problem. Namely, a 100-degree-Fahrenheit problem. Somehow you didn’t even get a scratch while beating the villain of the week, but you woke up to a sore throat, a stuffy nose, and a fever. As your medic, Zali was the first person you contacted.

You asked for any easy home remedies, expecting some French chicken noodle recipe or a home remedy.

He insisted on bedrest in the infirmary instead.

Damn medical professionals and their overreactions.

Despite your protests, Zali has a hard time thinking it was the wrong choice. He stands beside your medical bed with a clipboard in hand.

Sleep treated you well. Your pale cheeks and reddened nose were less noticeable now that you had time to rest (and a cool towel along your forehead), but your arms were cast off to the side as if you were reaching for something while you slept.

Zali watched your chest rise and fall. Rise and fall. Good. Regular breathing patterns are always a good sign with respiratory infections. A quick check with the stethoscope confirmed that it wasn’t interfering with your heart, too. Definite improvement all around.

He still held two fingers to your throat to check your pulse, though. Heartbeats thump, thump, thumped underneath his gloved fingers. He didn’t bother to log that test outcome on his clipboard; he has the results logged up there in his head.

“You’re doing better,” he says. His instinct is to explain his logic to the patient, but then he looks at your sleeping face, and now he feels awfully silly for it. He usually doesn’t talk out loud when his patients are asleep, but he’s inclined to keep you informed. “You can tell, I think. You’re not waking up in the middle of the night because of your stuffy nose.”

He giggles at that. He lost count of how many times you snorted awake (quite literally) before he retired for the night. As he shakes his head with amusement, he notices a bundle of fluff at the base of your bed.

Zali reaches down to pick it up, and stares back at a small Vezkit plush. The Vezkit was one of his many tools to subdue problem patients, such as children on the rare occasion that he had to heal them. If he noticed his patient was getting antsy, he’d offer the Vezkit as comfort. And, yes, when you were so stuffed-up he could barely understand your voice last night, he figured you could’ve used the comfort.

He glances at you, and how your arms are splayed out on the side of the bed where the Vezkit sat. No wonder the poor guy was misplaced—you accidentally dropped it in your sleep while you were cuddling it.

The thought makes Zali giggle again. “Be careful not to harm the citizens in your care, Reader,” he teases. “What would we do if you dropped a real Vezkit in action?”

Rise and fall, regular breathing. Zali doesn’t need to wait for you to respond, but he watches your face anyways. Even in sickness, you look peaceful.

“I should get you a new towel,” he says aloud.

He returns a second later, and when he removes the old towel, the thermometer confirms you're at 100.6F. With a sigh, Zali places a hand on your forehead. Just as hot as he expected. “You still need to rest,” he instructs to no one. “I don’t want my Reader to feel under the weather.” He rethinks. “Our Reader. You’re one of us.”

The hand rolls down to your cheek next. Fingers end under your jaw at the pulse point he checked earlier, and rubs along your cheek.

In a quiet breath, Zali mutters to himself. “Stop that.” He can’t find it in himself to quit, though. To a bystander it would be clear he isn’t just checking your temperature anymore, but your cheek fits perfectly into his palm. “Reader, you’re irresistible.”

Earlier he managed to excuse himself, but now Zali awkwardly chuckles. “My goodness, I’m really doing this now.” He finds it easy to tell your resting face things he’d never dream of saying out loud when you’re awake.

Silence fills the space when he doesn’t admit anything. Why is this so hard? It must be easier than a proper confession, but Zali is thankful for the bandages he wraps around his face like a medical mask. At least he can pretend he can keep his blush to himself, even if there’s no one to see it.

“You brighten up our days,” he continues, grabbing a fresh towel and letting water soak through it until it’s cooling to the touch. “But you have no idea how much you affect people.” He wrings the towel so tight that his rubber gloves stretch with the force. “Least of all how you affect me.”

He folds the towel neatly and returns to your bedside. Your lips are parted slightly as you sleep, a soft color, and one that he wished he could dwell on. Since your head was slightly tilted, he could admire the contours of your face, from the tip of your nose to the curve of your cheeks, all the way up to your forehead which so dearly needed something to cool it down.

That reminds him of his task, but his heart keeps skipping beats as he looks at you. Hair rested over your face and along your forehead as you slept, and as he watched you, a strand fell a little lower. You look angelic.

Zali unravels the bandages along his face, then quickly kisses the towel.

The desire to kiss you has been one Zali has resisted for a long time, but he’s starting to lose the fight. He flips the towel over, intending to place the side he kissed onto your forehead. Indirect and secondhand.

He tries not to think about how soft your hair is as he brushes it out of the way. Tries not to admire your eyelashes and the bridge of your nose, or the way your lips must be as soft as they look.

But that leaves the forehead, and before he can think any better of it, Zali lays his lips there.

The medic regains his sense a second after and practically lurches back. He slaps a hand over his greedy mouth as he turns away, brain going into overdrive as the blood rushes to his head. How unprofessional! How improper! Is he really this weak for you when you’re in his care? He buries himself further into his hands, letting out a groan as he does, begging these thoughts to abandon him at least until he’s done caring for your illness.

But he does glance at you through his fingers, and maybe it’s because he’s swooning, but he swears you look a little sweeter after being on the receiving end of his kiss.

Zali sighs, hoping that’ll clear his head even though he knows the outcome, and places the towel down as intended. “Cute.”

Saying that was a mistake. Now he’s even more flustered, but ‘cute’ doesn’t even begin to describe you. “Tu es éblouissante,” Zali tries. “J’espère pouvoir admettre cela un jour.”

That’s not enough either, but his native French confessions come easier to him, and the rest he can keep locked up in a small dark place no one else can see, least of all you.

He adjusts the towel into place, then pats your head as a final affection. Meanwhile, the Vezkit plush watched him work on the bedside table, and you could use the comfort.

The fabric is fuzzy in his hands, and the perfect size to hold. Your arms haven’t moved at all since you let go of the Vezkit in your sleep, which serves as the perfect place to return the plush.

Zali sets the Vezkit down, and in your deep sleep, you immediately react to its fluffiness. Your hands twitch first, then your arms rise to keep it close.

However, sleeping heroes can’t see their surroundings, and Zali’s eyes widen as you hold his hand down. You managed to grab both the plush and his arm in one fell swoop.

If his face wasn’t red enough before, it certainly is now. Take his heart too while you’re at it. Not like he needs it anymore. It’s going way too fast to be functioning properly.

“Oh. Oh, gosh.” His breath catches as he nervously laughs with a hand over his mouth, hoping it’ll make him sound less lovesick. “Don’t give me hope.”

He can already imagine Wilson teasing him, or Vanta calling him whipped. They wouldn’t be wrong, though. Zali is supposed to be the composed one. He can smooth-talk his way out of a situation, or go unaffected by femme fatales and playboys, but he’d do just about anything if you were the one asking him for a favor.

And in this case, he’s got a million things to work on, but he can’t think of a single one. They’re all flimsy excuses to break out of your warm grasp. None of them sound appetizing compared to this, even if you held him unknowingly.

“Oh, forget it.” With a huff, Zali bites on the edge of his glove and pulls it off. It’s rare for him to work without one, whether it be medical-grade or the black pair he dons religiously, but he hungers for contact.

Fingertips hardened by battle medicine caress your face as gentle as can be. He doesn’t want to go further—not while you’re unaware—but he really can’t get over how easy it is to set his hand along your cheek and jaw, soaking up the soft skin like sun to a plant.

You really must be in deep sleep if you haven’t noticed yet. This is fine, Zali muses. The less you see of the longing look in his golden eyes, the better. Usually he would muster up his courage and just go for it, but not with you. Not when he’s never felt anything like you before, especially considering how close-knit Krisis is. Disrupting the balance is out of the question. He has to be fine with what he has instead of striving for something else, no matter how he yearns for the satisfaction, the possibility of what could be, even if he knows you don’t see him as anything other than a friend. It’s for the sake of the team.

But Zali wakes up at the crack of dawn, and you certainly aren’t, not while you’re still sick.

He can indulge himself for a little longer.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[celestiaras]

*waddles over to your blog to see how you're doing and sees requests are open*

WOWZERS LEMME JUST-

May I request a Vezalius Bandage x reader with haha semi-public bang schmang? Like there's people who can hear and he's just doesn't care and wants relief after a hard day's work yk what I mean hah ah ahahahaha I misses you princess hope you're doing fantasimal

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by @thechaoticplayer ˚₊ ⊹

ft. vezalius bandage x f! reader — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ fucking you in the office because he couldn’t wait until the day was over┊0.6k words

contains: smut!! dom zali & sub reader┊semi-public & exhibitionism, established relationship, piv & wall sex

➤ author's note: this one is pretty short, but i’m also planning a hex fic for you so look out for that :)

“god, what’s gotten into you today?” you gasp, skirt and panties haphazardly hanging by your ankles and blouse wrinkled as zali presses you against the smooth surface of the wall, pressing kisses all along your exposed neck while relentlessly rutting into you. your feet weren’t even touching the ground, supported by his arms and his quick-paced thrusts that prevented you from slipping.

he hummed in response, looking at you with adoring, lust-filled eyes. “not sure… you just look so pretty today…” you don’t have a clue what he’s talking about when you haven’t done anything different, and he doesn’t either. he spent most of his time trying to figure out if you changed your makeup or the way you did your hair, but he gave up after spending most of the daying staring at you. he doesn’t need to explain why he’s suddenly so horny for his beautiful girlfriend nor does he need a reason to want pin you down and fuck you senseless, all he knows is that he can’t wait until the day was over to have you.

despite being so enveloped in pleasure at the moment, the possibility of getting caught was also at the forefront of your mind. it was the middle of the day in the office and everyone else was getting lunch when zali pulled you into his cubicle for some fun, someone could walk in at any moment for any reason and hear the squelching sounds of sex nearby.

when you make your concern known and mention that it needs to be quick, he’ll just smirk charmingly and tell you that you should work on keeping down all those cute noises escaping from your mouth then. curse this man’s smooth talking and hot french accent, knowing that it was impossible to keep it down when his cock was continuously bullying your sweet spot with rehearsed precision and made stars spark behind your eyes. 

what happens when two certain heroes walk in, chatting about something or other without a clue about the sinful activity happening so close by? well, you haven’t noticed yet since you’re overwhelmed with bliss and thinking about nothing else that isn’t your approaching climax, but zali certainly did and didn’t care enough to stop. he and his girl just need some relief after a long day of doing menial paperwork about missions— there’s nothing wrong with that.

in fact, he might even make it more noticeable and exaggerate his movements to make sure that they hear who is fucking the prettiest person in the office so well, the one whose voice they hear every day and can clearly tell is the owner of the lovely moans filling the air. the snap of his hips became more pronounced and he relished the feeling of your nails digging into his skin through the fabric of his shirt as you cream around his cock, allowing him to follow suit at the way the walls of your cunt fluttered around him to pull him deeper and practically milking him.

through your shared heavy breathing, he could hear whispering and rushed footsteps quickly becoming fainter. closing his eyes and giving you a gentle kiss on the lips, a feeling of satisfaction bloomed within him before he carried you off to the bathroom to clean you up.

you’re none the wiser about why wilson was blushing so hard and why vanta was struggling to meet your eyes, but zali simply adjusts the back of your skirt discreetly and smiles with a hand wrapped possessively around your waist. maybe later today when everyone goes out to dinner and drinks for another successful week of saving the city, he’ll make your relationship public. while two of them won’t be shocked, everyone else is going to be so pleasantly surprised at the news.

[a1tannerpaterson]

Entry 6 - Future strategies

Semester has almost ended now with just a few assessments remaining but no more classes and being completely honest I am really surprised on how I have done during this semester, some of the results on assessments came as a massive surprise especially with in the academic scene with the essays and reports. Artifact 1 is my results from the essay I did in sports public relations where I somehow managed to get a HD, which was one of the most surprising parts of the whole semester. However, it has been a significant struggle for me to keep up with the work especially during the middle weeks where a lot of assessments were being worked on, but I made a promise to myself at the start of the semester to get help as often as possible to make sure I did stay on top of all the work. I am definitely going to keep this strategy going into further semesters. I am sure though that the lecturers had some frustration with what was probably some pretty obvious answers to the questions I was asking. Furthermore, I need to be investigating the rubric to see if the answer to my question is there rather than instantly typing an email or talking to the lecturers.

Wrapping up I wanted to five memorable events that has happened over the course of this semester.  

Introduction to the course and the first week of classes, this was the first time it hit me that I was doing a degree that will require a lot of time and effort to accomplish the goal of acquiring a bachelor in sports business. Artifact 2 was a Kahoot that I won from week 1 this was before Brady’s absolute dominance. 

The class was introduced to the sport of bowls and met with a bowls club that we are writing a grant for as part of sport in Australia’s final assessment. Marko and I were allocated to the Malvern Bowls Club and met with a very interesting person named Alec who welcomed us to the club with open arms. Artifact 3 is a photograph from the day we met the bowls clubs and presenting to us is Warren Griffin from Bowls Australia. 

For the subject academic and professional communications, our final assessment was a group presentation in front of the whole class. My group consisted of Zali, Chan and I, we presented on Peter Bol and his recent incident regarding doping. I do not mind public speaking at all and prefer to not work with a script or cue cards rather I prefer to do what I call “waffle”. I know this made Zali and Chan a little bit nervous, but I ensured them it was going to be alright. Sure enough, besides a couple of silly mistakes like pronouncing Zali’s name wrong twice it all went smoothly. Artifact 4 is the presentation slideshow that we presented. 

Finally, this was my favourite moment, this was when Steve brought in a guest from the South East Melbourne Pheonix called Simone Mitchell. I thoroughly enjoyed this I asked a few questions about the job of coaching at a professional level and the pathway for coaches to get to the professional level. Steve summed it up perfectly by saying “you could ask him questions all day” and I could not have agreed more. Artifact 5 is a photograph of me coaching my rep team which is a step towards becoming a professional basketball coach.