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r-eatyourfriends-n · 7 months ago

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SMOKED | l.hs 이희승 | Collide pt. 2

bestfriend!heesung x bestfriend!reader

READ PT 1 HERE.

warnings: smut (mdni), pwp (plot's there if you look hard enough), unprotected sex, overstimulation (sort of?), no use of "y/n", light switch!dynamics from both reader and heesung, car sex, unsafe driving lowkey, dryhumping, minor argument, heesung is down bad honestly.

wc: 3.8k

synopsis: days have passed after your first hook up with Heesung, though neither of you have said anything about it. Instead, you continue your search for a good one night stand somewhere else, but your mind and body know where you should be.

a/n: wow! the moral obligation I had to finish this before posting anything else was crazy, but after a huge block it's finally here. If you think this is better than pt1 it's because it is, but it's also because it has been approved by the one and only @molloygendered !!!!! my bestfriend and editor. he wanted to review this again before posting it but I'm a kid on sugar so I held him at gunpoint to approve this. any feedback is appreciated !!! hope you enjoy.

4 unread messages.

sorry to bother u so late

can u pick m up? pls

[Address]

idk if ure awake sorry

Heesung's screen lit up on his desk, breaking his focus from the heated game in front of him. He unlocked his phone, the other hand still gripping the controller tightly. His eyes moved quickly from the texts popping up and then back to the screen, which nearly got him killed.

The team won eventually, but just barely. Heesung logged out as soon as it was over. He spent the whole time wanting to check his phone.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”Jake yelled at him through the call. “We almost lost."

“My bad. Gotta go,” he said in a monotone voice, showing no remorse as he hung up the call despite Jake's groans.

He looked back down at his phone and texted back a short "omw" before getting up from his chair, stretching his arms. His bones cracked, so loud it made him wince at the sound.

With quick steps, he changed into something a bit more decent, just a plain white t-shirt on top of his cargo pants, which had been slowly losing their black tone after each wash. The chains on his thick belt dangled as he walked out of his room and began to head out of his apartment, taking his keys from the cat-shaped key holder you had put on his wall. He had been surprised the first time he hung his keys and a white cat popped up. It was supposed to be a prank, but Heesung never found it in him to take it off despite the fact that it didn't match with the overall vibe of his room one bit. The kitten disappeared inside the box as he left.

The distance to your location was short, or perhaps Heesung was driving a little too fast. Either way, he arrived about fifteen minutes after telling you that he was on his way to pick you up. He parked in front of a small, black gate which led to some stairs. The complex seemed fairly little, but somewhat cozy, with small balconies filled with pots and all kinds of houseplants. Although it was past midnight and dark, he could still make out the colors of the flowers that were placed by the edges of the windows, leaves moving along with the wind.

Leaving the car on, he hopped out, leaning back against the driver's door to wait for you. Admittedly, it was ill-intended. He hoped your date would see him and would be thrown off.

The wait felt like eternity. When the door opened, your figure finally appeared in a white dress with black dots, just a bit above the knee. The cleavage allowed for the black choker to stand out, your name's initial dangling softly. Heesung had always wished it was an H instead.

You smiled at Heesung when you saw him, tilting your head in confusion because why was he out of the car? Heesung smiled back at you, a soft beam on his lips. Then looked to your side when a boy appeared next to you.

He eyed your guy up and down as he said goodbye to you. He was tall like you liked them, with flawlessly tan skin and a face that was nothing short of charming, with a sort of boyish appeal to him, and it was obvious why you had said yes to a date in the first place. Heesung swallowed hard, his own jealousy burning down his throat.

You didn't seem too enchanted by the guy, though, looking almost uncomfortable as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You fake-giggled (at least, he thought you did) and grinned at him politely before making your way to Heesung. The guy appeared to be a little turned off by you getting picked up by another man, for he did not take his eyes off of Heesung as he walked to the passenger's seat to open the door for you, a gesture that you were used to. Before hopping back in, Heesung winked at him, a smug grin forming. After that, you two were off speeding down the road. He'll take the long way home, he decided.

“Thanks for picking me up,” you broke the silence after a few minutes of driving. “You didn't have to wait outside though, it's freezing.”

"I was trying to scare him off,” Heesung chuckled, a half joke that managed to pass as just something playful, making you laugh and hit his arm.

“I don't think he liked that,” you said after your laugh subsided.

“I think it was you who didn't like him.”

You went silent for a bit, sulking on your seat.

“So, how was it?”

“I liked him,” you mumbled, biting your lip in thought. “It was good, yeah.”

“But?” Heesung inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess I was hoping for something more... intense?”

Heesung turned his face, pretending to check something on the rearview mirror so that you wouldn't notice him biting his lip. He hoped you were referring to him, about the intimate moment you two had shared a few nights before, about the bite that was still decorating your shoulder so beautifully. A purple light enough to resemble a bruise; poor clumsy you, tripped and hit yourself with his mouth.

“Intense how?” he asked.

“To hell if I know,” you shrugged.

He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing your way quickly.

“You clearly do know.”

“I don't. If I did I would tell you, Hee,” you said, confused.

“Like how you told me you were off to see another douchebag?” Heesung spat.

His words made you quickly turn your head. And although he wasn't looking at you, you knew he could feel your glare burning through his skin. The sudden change in attitude had been nothing short of baffling. He seemed to keep his eyes on the road to avoid your stare rather than for safety. You couldn't tell if bouncing his leg was anger, anxiety, both, or something entirely different.

“How do you know he was a douchebag?! I told you it was fine!” you whined.

“Did he even make you come?” he asked.

You opened your mouth to fight back, but the only sound that came out was your breath hitching. It had been such a simple question, but it ignited the memories of your one time affair with him. The soft promises, the surpassed expectations, the sweet, sweet release. Your body began to tingle in the places where his hands had lingered, and you found yourself shuddering on the seat. Of course Heesung had asked that, while knowing your answer, too.

“Sex is not all about that.” you said finally, voice low with uncertainty.

“Oh, so that's why you fuck every idiot with a mushroom cut.” Heesung mumbled.

“What the hell is your problem? You don't even know him!” your ears rang as your voice raised in pitch.

“Oh I know him; clerk job moron who thinks sticking it in is enough.”

You tried to ignore the fact that he was a receptionist at your esthetician’s clinic who you happened to make conversation with during a long wait. He had been bold enough to ask you to grab dinner and two days later you were kissing in the elevator of his one-bedroom apartment.

That kiss had set your expectations through the roof, hoping that you had landed your perfect match. And it had been nice, sort of, but not like you had wished for, or had imagined. The way you had envisioned things and the way said things happened were complete opposites. Maybe it had been your fault for already having something in mind.

The conflict his words caused reflected in your face, a turmoil evident as you stumbled out your next words.

“I still don't understand why it bothers you so much. I know I'm sleeping with a bunch of idiots.”

“You're hellbent on letting these assholes touch you.” he grunted.“ I can't stand it, I don't get it. It's pointless, it's…”

You were barely able to make out the words; he was just rambling, or so you concluded.

“How is that your problem?” you cut him off, bringing him back from his thoughts.

Only then, Heesung realized the slip up. Yes, you were right, and regardless of how close the two of you were, it was ultimately your call who you slept with, which bothered Heesung to no end. Why were you so against calling him again? Why didn't you ask to have sex again? Why did he finally have you, only for you to slip through his fingers?

He hoped you hadn't caught onto it, but you knew him too well not to. Everything made sense after; his seemingly sudden offer, waiting for you outside of the car, this angry fit.

“I said, how's that your problem? What about it?” you pushed, in response to Heesung's answer, which had been silence.

“You can do so much better than that.” he finally said.

“So,” you smiled at him. “Think you can be my better?”

Heesung pulled the car over, so quickly your body flew towards the door, and he almost hit his chest with the steering wheel. His grip on it was tight, and he began panting. You thanked god about the empty, dark road, otherwise it could've ended in a nasty crash.

Both of your eyes meet, his pupils blown out with a hint of a gleam in them. There was hope, a tad bit of anger, and an undeniable desire. His hands were twitching, itching to touch you, and you didn't remember ever feeling so wanted.

Heesung's gaze slowly drifted to your lips, almost involuntarily. Your mouth fell open to breath, uneven and quick. The car was cold, but your temperature went up like a fever.

“Are you going to kiss me?”

His gaze met yours once more. “Can I?”

You nodded. It was all he needed to pull you in, holding your face with both hands as gently but firmly as he could. Afraid, in a weird way, that you would disappear if he let go. That this was all a sick dream from his hungry mind and that he was soon to wake up alone, in bed, with you far away from his grasp.

Despite how much he wanted to keep it slow, the kiss was just plainly instinctual. It had started soft, as if he wanted it to last forever, which he did. Then it was relentless, like nothing was enough, with your faces pressed so tightly together that you almost felt you couldn't breathe properly. Heesung allowed you a few seconds of air before he was onto you again.

It was hard to keep up with him, but you managed, because this was what you wanted anyway. It was hard to tell if you would ever get to feel something like this again; the desperation, your blood pounding in your ears from the anticipation before he made the move, and your whole body shaking in excitement as if it had a memory of its own, and could recognize the touch.

“Backseat,” you muttered between kisses.

He heard you, loud and clear, he just couldn't stop himself. He wanted more. Heesung wanted to do so much with you, and to you, that he was unable to do anything at all. He couldn't bring himself to separate his mouth from yours despite needing the air, and his hands roamed mindlessly and only for the sake of getting a feel. The once deliberate and calculated Heesung was now a wreck in your hands, melting in the heat like a popsicle. Sweet.

But you really had to pull him off, otherwise you'd turn blue. Your nails scratched his scalp as you yanked him back, making him whimper in the process. The way he looked burned in your memory; eyes half-lidded, lips pink and swollen, parted, panting. Even with his eyes nearly closed, you could see his darkened eyes.

“I said backseat, Heesung,” you repeated, letting go of his hair. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”

In every single position there was. Fingers, tongue, cock, he wanted to give you everything and more, so he scrambled to the backseat as you had ordered.

This is who you were; demanding and controlling. That one time he manhandled you? Only that, a one time thing, now you wouldn't give in so easily. Not after the little jealousy number he pulled, at least. You weren't all that resilient yourself, but you would drag it as far as you could.

Heesung thought that he had chosen the worst type of clothing possible. Had he kept the sweatpants instead of changing into something else, then maybe the friction would've been more bearable. The rough material of his pants brushing against his cock made him groan whenever he slightly shifted. And when he finally found comfort, you seated yourself on his lap and grinded, hard.

“Ohfuck,” he whined, his hands flying to your hips to find some leverage. His nails dug into your sides. “You're gonna— I'm not gonna last.”

You grinded down again. And again, until you set your pace, ignoring his cries. The nails trying to claw at your skin drove you further despite the sting. As much as he tried to slow you down in the name of ‘lasting longer', he still thrusted his hips up to meet you halfway, though his eyes were tightly shut, and lips pressed in a straight line.

“Please, please baby, I don't wanna come yet, please.”

“Did I just hear The Lee Heesung begging?”

He looked up at you, teary eyed. His bangs were stuck to his forehead, as sweat had already begun to drip from his hair. That had been enough of an answer.

Yes, you had. It had been about the hottest thing you had ever heard as well. Usually confident Lee Heesung, always took the lead Lee Heesung, would rather die than humiliate himself Lee Heesung, whining and whimpering about coming too fast after some kissing and humping. That same Heesung that had been able to get not one, but three orgasms out of you before even getting close. It was a sight to see.

You stopped, and Heesung sighed in relief, although the calm didn't last long. As a smirk formed on your lips, his eyes grew panicked.

“If you come, I'll leave this car,” you said, rolling your hips again.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he whimpered. He squeezed his eyes shut again, the shape of his fingers imprinting onto your skin. Back then, when the two of you first had sex, this was the reality of what Heesung felt, even when he did a good job at not letting himself seem so desperate.

He'd be damned if he looked like a loser in front of you, or so he thought. Because now that your wet underwear was soaking his pants, he was a mess. A hard, pathetic mess, desperately trying not to burst in his jeans from having you on top of him.

You yourself didn't believe you could keep torturing him, only because you were also torturing yourself in the process. His hard length along with the rough fabric of his pants brushed against your clit in a way that sent jolts through your body. It was harsh and uncomfortable while still feeling good enough not to stop.

Heesung's hips twitched with a mind of their own, searching for release against his wishes. You halted, leaning your body back to unbuckle his belt. He groaned at the loss of contact though didn't complain any further, and instead helped you get rid of his restraintments quicker. His breath ghosted over your skin as he sighed in relief, which made you shudder.

His fingers went down to tease you under your dress, rubbing over the wetness seeping through your panties, and even with the layer in between, he could feel his fingers dampen. Heesung continued until you were left whining and attempting to grind your hips harder onto his hand. Only then did you feel him push the fabric to the side, and the tip of his cock pressed against your cunt.

After Heesung had you the first time, he knew that he couldn't let you go. Days went by where he would still feel your lips against his; the skin of your thighs, hot and sweaty, burning his cheeks as you closed your legs around his head while you came on his tongue. Not one day went by where he didn't fantasize about pushing himself inside you, and in some dreams, he would just stay there.

But nothing was able to prepare him for when it actually happened. He thought the desperate way in which you lowered yourself on his cock might be too much for you. In reality, it was almost too much for him, as it forced a deep moan from his throat.

It was a little painful, walls tightening and loosening around him to accommodate the quick stretch, though the sting was worth Heesung's debauched expression. You wondered why,despite the uncomfortable, small space, it felt so much better than the first time. Maybe it was how much both of you had seemed to crave it, or the car forcing even more proximity between you two, as the things you could do were limited. Regardless, you could feel your lower region sticky and warm with the slick that had, apparently, dripped out of you and spread around your thighs and ass.

You could barely hear your over breathing over Heesung's heavy one. His hands massaged the skin of your waist where he held himself, mostly to ground himself to earth, or so you guessed, because he looked completely gone. His cheeks cherry red and his lips a peach pink, and you succumbed to the urge to kiss him.

This time, it was slow and calculated. He took the time to feel the rest of you, from threading his fingers in your hair, to ghosting his fingers over your spine from under the dress. You didn't fall behind, though, raising his shirt as much as you could to run your nails over your stomach, stopping to feel his muscles tense beneath your hands as you began to move your hips.

“Slow, baby, please,” he breathed out, it came out way more high pitched than he intended to.

As much as you wanted to keep messing with him, the world had seemed to fade away, leaving you two alone with the car and the small piece of road that you were parked in, and you didn't feel like breaking the moment just yet. You placed your hands on his shoulders for better stability, and rested your forehead on the crook of his neck.

Whispers of praises poured from his lips. You're beautiful, you're amazing, could stay here forever, and another handful that got lost between all the shit's and fuck’s that also came nonstop. He followed all of his words and phrases by kissing your neck, sometimes even biting. You might find a mark when you look in the mirror, but you cared little about that. Instead, you decided to leave a mark of your own, sucking and biting on the most visible place that you could think of. That's when he began to meet your movements, thrusting up messily in an attempt to pick up a pace.

“Say you're—,” he gulped, interrupting himself. “You're mine.”

“Always have been,” you smiled against the light red bite mark.

Your voice as you rode his cock kept driving him closer to the edge. Every moan and whine just made him go faster, having already been close to his orgasm from the grinding before. And as you grew tired, it felt as if he was regaining some form of control. Heesung smirked when you laid, practically limp, against him, allowing him to set the speed that he wanted. He remembered that he loved being in control as much as he had loved giving it to you.

“F-faster,” you pleaded lowly.

Heesung pouted, even when you couldn't see him. “No manners, sweetheart?”

Most likely, you were about to pay a small price for threatening him to leave.

You swallowed, so loud you were sure he had heard. “Please.”

“What? I didn't hear you.”

“Go faster, Hee, please!” you nearly yelled. It had been hard to get the words out after getting him where you wanted.

“There we go!”

Were you being pushed down on his cock or was he pushing up into you? By this point, you weren't really sure. What you were certain about, though, was that he reached wherever you needed him to, and the squelching sounds were at its loudest.

“Was he good like me?” Heesung asked, grunting through his teeth. “Were you thinking about me while he fucked you?”

He wasn't expecting to get answers, and he didn't. You were too focused on the feeling of your body overheating from the inside out, and all of your muscles tensing. Your walls clamped around him involuntarily as pushed you closer to the orgasm that you had been chasing since the beginning of your date a few hours ago.

Heesung wanted you to finish first, he truly tried, but there was no way to stop the waves of pure pleasure that hit as he came, and the fact that he got to come inside of you just made it hit harder, and you had to help him ride out his climax because he really couldn't move, just kept himself there with his brows furrowed.

You were close as well, so you didn't really stop despite Heesung reaching his orgasm first. Even through his over sensitivity, he helped you reach your own high. He sneaked his hand between your bodies to rub messy circles on your clit. You kept it slow on him, but he went fast.

It didn't take long for you after that. Feeling you on his cock as you orgasmed almost made him hard again, if it wasn't so late and you hadn't been going at it for what felt like forever—not that he was complaining—. He got to watch your face contort into pure pleasure, better than any daydreams.

Heesung pressed his forehead against yours, unable to do anything other than show you something, whatever that something was. It lingered in the air, in the way he looked at you through his teary gaze. He kissed you, slower than ever before.

Whatever was going through his mind was deeper than lust, you could feel it in the way his lips moved so softly against yours, holding your face with both hands. You wondered if he knew that you didn't plan on slipping away again.

#eatyourfriendsfics #lee heesung smut #lee heesung x reader #reader x lee heesung #reader x idol #enhypen heesung #heesung smut #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #x reader #reader insert #fem reader

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skymantle · 2 months ago

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The Mayor Knight Theory

I'm not used to writing long-form posts but I've spent years talking to my friends about this theory that only 2 or 3 other people seem to share so I'm putting it out here, too!

My theory is that the Knight is C. Holiday, the mayor of Hometown and Noelle and Dess' mother.

The Importance of the Holidays

Aside from the joke of Loox' name, the Dreemurrs and Holidays are the only characters so far to have canonical last names. This might not mean much on its own, but Noelle has clearly been set up to be an important character in Deltarune.

Her sister is missing. Her father is sick. She's childhood friends with Kris and has a crush on Susie, and studied the occult with Catti. She's in concept art of the Fun Gang, and along with Susie and Kris, is the only other name that earns the response "YOU ARE ABOUT TO MEET SOMEONE VERY, VERY WONDERFUL" by the opening narrator (metatextually implied to be Gaster himself) if you name yourself after them.

Her mother is mayor, and is planning the upcoming festival. We know next to nothing about her, except that she's cold, strict, and possibly planning to evict Asgore if the note in his room is anything to go by.

You have one month. - C

It's clear that Noelle and her family are important characters. But how is her arc going to continue?

Cyber World

Queen seems to represent Noelle's mother, with the climax of the chapter being Noelle finally standing up to her after being ignored the whole time.

Queen's goal is for Noelle to create another dark fountain within the dark world itself: something she refers to in her fight:

Focusing Into Her Blade, She Will Create A Neo Dark Fountain

During the Spamton Sweepstakes, on the page /chair/, it depicts the chair in town hall with the tab text

But what if it could... ...get darker than dark?

Parallels of Noelle and Chara

Noelle has heavy angel symbolism, from her dress, to the doll she and Dess made for church. She wears a ring of thorns in the Weird Route, and Spamton repeatedly refers to her as [ANGEL].

The two angels of the original Delta Rune legend in Undertale are implied to be the Dreemurr siblings, with Asriel breaking the barrier and Chara (entirely with the assistance from the player) killing a good portion of the underground.

Chara thanks the player, saying,

Together, we eradicated the enemy and became strong.

Throughout the Weird Route, emphasis is placed on Noelle becoming stronger, text affirming "Noelle became stronger." with every fight.

Asgore was brought into a vengeful depression with the death of his children, seeking to both take revenge on humanity and save monsterkind at the same time.

If the Knight's goal is to bring the Roaring, something the Prophecy seems to call the Angel's Heaven, who's to say the Knight isn't also acting out of grief? A world that could protect her remaining daughter?

The Significance of Very, Very

This one is admittedly a bit of a stretch, but it's still interesting (ha) to me.

The exact phrasing of "very" twice calls Gaster to mind, with entry number seventeen/room_gaster saying "VERY, VERY INTERESTING", the mysterious messages on Twitter with a similar speech pattern saying the same thing, and the opening narrator with typer ID* 667 (room_gaster uses 666) calling Kris, Noelle, and Susie "VERY, VERY WONDERFUL"

Otherwise, the exact using of "very, very" is used sparingly in Deltarune, the only examples being Spamton telling Kris how to use the Loaded Disc,

THEN. KRIS. AFTER. THIS IS VERY, VERY IMPORTANT.

Throwing away the Ball of Junk in the light world, which represents Kris' dark world inventory,

You have a very, very bad feeling about throwing it away.

And the mayor's secretary, when asked about her.

She's very, very busy preparing for the festival.

Maybe it ultimately doesn't mean much, but with the importance of the other two examples, I think it's worth considering.

The Future

Chapter 4 is all but confirmed to take place in the Church. Service is the day after Chapter 2, according to Rudy.

Might even be able to go to church tomorrow.

If this is the case, it's likely the story around Dess will be expanded, and with that, the rest of Noelle's family.

Conclusion

At this point in the game, at least to me, this option seems to make the most narrative sense. I know we're only a small bit into the story right now, and the Knight's identity is anyone's guess, but I thought I'd share a candidate that a lot of people seem to be skipping! ^_^

*typer id in undertale + deltarune is a number attached to a collection of soundbytes. if the soundbytes a_1 to a_6 attached to typer id 3, a character speaking dialogue with the typer id 3 would use those soundbytes

#finally crossposting this here too ^^; sorry this is formatted like an essay I wanted it to be as legible as possible #deltarune #utdr #utdr theory #deltarune theory #mayor knight #mayor holiday #oroeginals

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rockwgooglyeyes · 2 months ago

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When I heard the beginning of Heart, the creaking of the crank winding up stood out to me, though I didn't know quite why. When the instrumentals drop and the vocals begin, it's easy to forget about the literal wind-up of the song. @crustyfloor mentions in one of their posts about Heart, though, that it sounds quite like a music box, and it could be likened to one of Sua's owners winding Sua up to perform her role, and I think that's quite the apt description. Sua has always given the impression that she's untouchable, immaculate, an ideal of beauty and grace, just like the ballerina in a music box. (PLEASE LOOK AT CRUSTY'S POSTS BTW THEY'RE SO COOL)

The thing that really drew me in about Heart, though, was the lyrics. The song itself feels inoffensive, the instrumentals clean and pleasant but not terribly adventurous, I would say, nothing too out there, nothing that could possibly turn someone away- which furthers Sua's palatable, perfect image. The lyrics on the other hand, man, the lyrics. "When the spotlight fades out, closing credits, when the curtain falls down" which is such a Sua metaphor it almost hurts. Sua has always been an actor in a grand play, for her whole life she's been fulfilling whatever role she was given, in fact she's playing the role that she was arguably made for. This is another reason why I headcanon her as autistic but the depth to which she masks is truly remarkable, on par with Ivan's unreliable narration. I would say that's even the reason why she dislikes Ivan so much, because she can see so much of herself in him and that includes the ugly parts- the parts about herself that she actively hate she can see on full display within him, and by hating him, she can both avoid confronting those parts of herself and take out her frustration on something tangible.

The cinema/theatre parallels in the lyrics (spotlights, closing credits, curtain fall) echoes the way in which Sua herself feels as though she has to perform in order to survive, and in a way, she does. If she's not able to fulfill the role she's been given by her own, that of the emotionless and obedient doll, she would probably be killed or even worse. At the same time, we know that Sua's owner, Nigeh, dresses up all of her pets as dolls and has all of her pets look exactly or near-exactly the same. Even in Sua's identity as "faceless doll" she isn't unique, lost amongst the crowd of her owner's other pets.

Society is a constraint against Sua's every movement, she's constantly watched, judged, and she has these responsibilities that she never asked for. This ties into a weirder, tangential point I want to bring up, and that's the old-Hollywood energy that Sua has. Sua has always had that air to her of a movie star from the black-and-white days of cinema- in fact, I would say her white dress, despite its color, is actually pretty similar to the "little black dress" worn by Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. Especially with the long opera gloves, the low collar, and adornment at the neckline but the lack of adornment around the hips. Additionally, the little black dress is seen as something of a radical form of fashion, when it comes to the early 1920s in the USA, at least, and it is something of a symbol of women reclaiming their femininity and power during a time period where women's suffrage was nationally established in 1920. The fact that the dress that Sua dies in is a dress that is a subversion of her previous style, which is to say, the frilly doll-like look, that kind of stands out to me. Maybe they were trying to make a nod to that iconic silhouette but admittedly, it's probably a bit of a stretch. My brain just wouldn't let go of it ahah

Sua's cinema/theatre symbolism is a truly fascinating part of her character, even if it makes a lot of sense. She talks about her life as if it's one grand stage play because in a way, it is. She's been following a script since she knew how to read and she's never really gotten to make choices for herself, which is why her last and only act of defiance was dying for the one she loved, dying for Mizi. But even with Mizi, she's never been able to be truly herself, and that's touched on in the lyrics, And now, under that mask of mine, you don't want to see what's inside" which is basically just Sua talking about how she's putting on this face, this happy beautiful facade, and she knows that it's fake. She's miserable and she doesn't want anyone to know, so she wears her mask of blind, ignorant bliss.

It's one of the most interesting aspects of her relationship with Mizi because, in some ways her relationship with Mizi shows Sua's true colors the most, but in other ways, it shows the depth of her deception. Sua knows that she's lying to Mizi about the true depravity of the world but it's a lie she's desperate to keep. Mizi is an oasis of innocence in a world full of cruelty, a sanctuary from the reality that Sua has been forced to live with her whole life, and not only that, Mizi loves her. Of course Sua wants to do anything she can to preserve that safety, that feeling of belonging. At the very same time, Sua knows how tenuous this feeling is. She knows that, were Mizi to learn the truth and realize how long Sua has been lying to her about the reality of the world they live in, that Mizi very well might resent her. (and for good reason!!)

One of the biggest reasons that I view Sua and Ivan as so similar is the fact that, I think when push comes to shove, they both believes themselves to be harming the people they love. This line from Heart "You know our time's running out (The dream I held is filthy as hell)" feels like it echoes that idea, with Sua acknowledging how they're living on borrowed time but I would argue, the second half "the dream I held is filthy as hell" is Sua saying that she believes the happiness that she's held so dear, the love she's cherished, the dreams of a future without pain, those have been tarnished merely by her holding them in her hands. She believes that she's the problem, she's the one who has been bogged down by the misery and suffering of their world, and perhaps that's why she's so willing to sacrifice herself for her love. She gave it the good old college try, she got to experience a lot more love and happiness in this life than she ever thought she would, and now she's going to give the goodness in her life, the one who illuminated her darkness, a chance to live past this moment.

tagging @bluemoonscape come get your Sua food and tagging @apriciticreveries thank you so much for spawning this horrible brainchild and giving me your translation of the song lyrics, it was very helpful <3 I love you both

#i want to talk about how sua probably didn't want to live in a world without mizi in it but like that's. that's not what this post is about #(sighs) i could yap about sua and her repression and her manipulation and her sincere earnest love for hours i love her so much #i support women's rights AND women's wrongs. i love mizisua not being the perfect shining pinnacle of a relationship on the hill #none of the relationships (romantic or otherwise) in alien stage are anywhere near perfect because this is a dystopia #guys this is a dystopia no one is gonna be well adjusted. . .#alien stage #alnst #alnst sua #mizisua #alnst ivan #alnst mizi #rocktalks #alnst analysis #alnst meta #god this isnt even one of my ivan posts but i gotta bring him in. its terminal at this point. its a disease #long post

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wileys-russo · 2 years ago

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as you would assume all alessia x reader 😭

getting into a fight with alessia, would she be stubborn or very apologetic

alessia not being able to sleep without physical touch, but you can't sleep because you're too hot

being up late studying but alessia is tired from training and just wants to cuddle up but you really can't yet

taking care of her after a rough day

you don't need to post this one, just a couple ideas :]

couldn't fit all of these into one blurb but did a lil clingy gf less moment bc we love a touch starved blondie

touch starved II a.russo

"i can clean up later baby you look shattered, please go to bed." you tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind your girlfriends ear, no denying you were positively infatuated with the striker.

"only if you come with me." alessia demanded with a pout, balling your top in her fists and tugging your body closer, your arms wrapping around her and playing with the baby hairs on the back of her neck, the italian a good half a foot taller than you.

"i'll be in later i have to finish this paper, its due by midnight." you bit your lip guiltily, admittedly having procrastinated your uni assignment just a little too long. "are you gonna be in the living room?" the blonde asked hopefully, assuming she could then at least lay down beside you as you worked.

"office, i need the scanner and printer." you shook your head, stomach lurching with guilt as the girls face visibly dropped at the answer she had hoped against hearing. "tomorrows my rest day i'll just stay up and wait for you, watch some more of my show." alessia decided, unwrapping herself from you and heading for the lounge.

"less you've been up since like four in the morning, just go to bed." you smiled at the stubborn nature of the older girl who shook her head, curling up into a ball on the lounge and flicking on the tv.

"i can't sleep without you there." alessia frowned and your heart melted at her words. "yes you can, you manage it on away games and camps." you smiled, cupping her face and tracing the frown lines on her forehead, smoothing them out with your thumbs.

"that's different!" alessia protested, though she visibly struggled in trying to explain how.

"fine but don't fall asleep in here, you'll hurt your neck again!" you cut in to save her further struggle and warned seriously as the striker rolled her eyes. you bent down to peck her lips before padding off to your office, which was really just the third bedroom of your shared flat. alessia often needing a quiet neutral space to do her media duties you'd both deemed it a more appropriate use of the space since you already had a guest bedroom set up.

around an hour and a half later you were tracking along well, you had another two hours until your paper was due and you were already halfway done.

craving something sweet to help your motivation levels you made your way toward the kitchen, though glancing over at the lounge you sighed noting the now dead asleep mop of blonde hair still curled up in a ball.

switching routes you made a beeline for your girlfriend, squatting down beside her and gently poking at the blonde who groaned and turned around to her other side as you turned off the tv.

"babe please go to bed!" you requested while shaking her as her bright blue eyes sleepily fluttered open and she stretched, the slight wince on her face as she moved her neck not going unnoticed by you.

"told you your neck would hurt you idiot." you remanded with a shake of your head, standing and offering her a hand up, a mistake on your behalf as the girl interlocked your fingers but instead pulled you to fall on top of her, long limbs wrapping tightly around you.

"alessia!" you laughed trying to squirm out of her grip but with the taller girls build much more muscular than your own, there really wasn't a point. "don't leave me i miss you, i haven't seen you all day." she mumbled into your shoulder as you rolled your eyes playfully.

"you were only at training for a few hours, we just had dinner together and i'm right here!" you rewarded her neediness with a kiss, alessia's large hands making their way under your top and caressing your bare back. her perfectly manicured nails gently scratched against your skin and your eyes fluttered closed in relief, a sense of calm settling over you, you could happily melt into the girl and never get up again.

but unfortunately you knew this was an option not available for the taking.

"do you not love me?" you asked rhetorically, snapping the half asleep girl to attention as she scoffed. "of course i do what sort of a question is that?" she accused only hugging you tighter as she pushed her legs to slot inbetween your own, your body now well and truly trapped in her iron clad grip.

"loving partners let their girlfriends do their assignments and further their education, do you not want to be able to brag that your girlfriends a fully qualified physiotherapist?" you challenged, admittedly now becoming quite uncomfortable in her grip, it was peak summer and without the luxury of air conditioning you were beginning to get quite hot tucked in so close together.

"actually no because then everyone's going to want your hands on them. don't pretend like you haven't already promised half the girls free massages and adjustments once you graduate!" alessia quipped, though the pride and adoration in her eyes betrayed the playful sarcasm of her statement.

"yeah these magic healers will sadly no longer only belong to you!" you grinned wiggling your hands in her face as she rolled her eyes and playfully bit the tip of your index finger, you flicking at her nose in retaliation.

"but seriously i need to finish my paper and though you are the hottest girl on the planet right now you are actually the hottest girl on the planet, i'm melting!" you whined, alessia allowing you to pull her hands off and untangling her legs from yours.

"go to bed my love, i'll be there in like an hour once i finish." you assured, alessia nodding with a defeated sigh as the two of you stood, exchanging a lingering hug and a goodnight kiss before you parted ways.

alessia headed off to the bathroom to get ready for bed and you back to the office, though not before a quick detour to the kitchen for something sweet.

"if you're not beside me in an hour i'm coming to get you!" alessia yelled from the bedroom before you heard a loud squeak and a thud which would have been the blonde belly flopping onto the mattress as she did every night, normally on top of you.

smiling at her words you zoned back into your paper, eyes flicking between your computer screen and your pile of messily scribbled notes which were spread everywhere all over the desk around you.

true to her word and being unable to fully fall asleep without you beside her in bed, alessia leant against the doorway exactly an hour later, clearing her throat as you spun around in your chair to face her.

giving her a brief look of both guilt and nerves you didn't have to say much more for alessia to catch on you still weren't finished. "i'll be back again in twenty minutes, and if you're still not done then i'll be back every ten minutes after that for a kiss." the blonde pouted as you couldn't help but smile at her clingy nature, this nothing new as the harder the striker was pushed in training the more she sought out your affections when she returned home, nodding in agreement.

"i'm trying." you assured seriously and your girlfriends face softened. "i know, and i want you to get it done so we can spend the day together tomorrow stress free. i've got plans!" alessia tilted up your chin, pecking your lips as you gave her a curious look.

"plans?" "for me to know, for you to eventually find out." "that's not a terrifying thought." "are you accusing me of being a bad planner?" "well...you did forget our-" "for the one hundreth time i didn't forget our anniversary, i just simply got the dates mixed up."

"do your paper, i love you." alessia stole another kiss, running a hand fondly through your hair before padding back off to the bedroom.

what felt like only minutes later, though you knew had been much longer due to your girlfriend popping in repeatedly to steal a kiss and try to hurry you into bed with her, you bit down on your bottom lip as your eyes glanced down at the time, seeing you suddenly had only five more minutes to finish your references index.

muttering to yourself your fingers flew curiously across the keyboard, and with what was surely seconds to spare you clicked submit, exhaling deeply and leaning back in your chair, burying your face tiredly in your hands.

closing your computer you darted quickly around the flat, locking up and flicking off lights and lamps, eventually stepping into your bedroom with a small sigh of relief, checking the window was cracked open to try and diffuse the heat of the sticky summer night.

alessia sent you a toothy smile as she scrolled through her phone, eyes occasionally flicking up to stare at you as you changed into an oversized shirt, tossing your shorts and bra into a corner to be dealt with tomorrow.

"hiii." alessia grinned and opened her arms as you finally made your way toward the bed, the girl laying on top of the covers due to the heat. "hello." you smiled tiredly and collapsed into her, reaching over to flick off the bedside lamp, engulfing the room into darkness as alessia placed her phone on charge.

sincere words of endearment whispered inbetween tender kisses and soft giggles, the two of you slowly began to doze off, though no sooner had alessias body relaxed did yours tense up, the combined body heat of the two of you making your brow line bead with sweat.

checking the italian was soundly sleeping you carefully shuffled away, placing a bit of distance between the two of you as your eyes shut, finally starting to drift off.

"c'mere." alessia mumbled tiredly, reaching blindly back out for you eventually grasping at your top, pulling you back toward her.

"baby i'm sweating its so hot, can we just have a little bit of space? we can still hold hands?" you tried to bargain softly, gently removing her hands from where they clenched tightly to your top and interlinking your fingers, alessia mumbling something incoherent but not making any move to argue as you let out a quiet sigh of relief.

though it couldn't have even been a few seconds later before there was rustling beside you and alessias body flopped on top of yours, the taller blonde burying her face in your neck and grabbing your arms, tiredly wrapping them around herself as she tangled her legs with yours and muttered something you again couldn't quite understand.

sighing in defeat you slid a hand up her top and began to absentmindedly trace patterns on her back, moving your other hand to tangle in her golden locks and scratching your nails against her scalp like you knew she loved, pressing a kiss to her warm forehead and accepting you simply weren't going to sleep well tonight.

but for the seemingly touch starved blonde sleeping soundly on top of you, it would always be worth it.

#woso #woso x reader #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo #woso fanfics #woso imagine #engwnt #woso community

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emanation-aura · 10 months ago

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So we've got Meetings in the Outrealm: Series V (for those of you who've forgotten, it's the "beat a boss in co-op" set of the achievements) now, and I think it's a good time to look back on the five Outrealm achievement namecards we've got and their connections to lore.

(Long post warning. Go grab a snack and some water, like I forgot to do when writing this post)

Achievement: Reunion - We shall meet again someday.

Released in Version 1.0. Pointedly, predates Chapter I Act IV: We Will Be Reunited (Version 1.4), but carries the exact same theming— the Traveler twins will meet again.

So we'll meet again. Though we need not rush, (brother/sister). I have more than enough time to wait for you.

It's my belief that, from this point forward, all the "Meetings of the Outrealm" achievements foreshadow, or at least echo, the themes of the Traveler Archon Quests, as well as other relevant Traveler lore we learn.

2. Achievement: Gate - What encounters lie on the other side of this door?

Admittedly, this one immediately breaks my presumption because it bears very little resemblance to anything I can remember of Chapter II Act IV: Requiem of Echoing Depths. The door depicted in the namecard (released Version 2.0) is obviously the loading screen door, which is located in the same sky-heaven area (suspected to be Celestia but we're not sure) in which the twins encountered the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles by trying to leave Teyvat.

There is one crucial difference between the two depictions, which is the four-pointed star/primogem present on top of the door in the namecard. It's not present on the loading screen (I know the screenshot above is night-time which makes it hard to see, but I'm pretty sure the symbol is different). The symbol is obviously so well-known and thematic everywhere in Genshin that I'm not surprised it's here; notably instances of its use, apart from in primogems and Khaenri'ahn eyes/neck, includes: the "eye" in the Traveler's original wings, the logo of WWBR (representing each twin) and on the front of Lumine's dress/back of Aether's cape.

The fact that the same symbol now hangs over the door that brings us into the world of Teyvat raises several questions and possible ideas that aren't within the scope of what I want to say. In this context where the Outrealm achievements are very clearly Traveler lore-themed, I'll just suggest that the door to Teyvat with the four-pointed star represents that the purpose of our journey, at least in Teyvat initially, is to search for our sibling (this becomes less relevant later on, but is still generally true).

Also, Rudolf Koch's Book of Signs suggests that the four-pointed star "is a phenomenon carrying a grave and solemn warning", so there's also a more sinister outlook to the door in the namecard.

I think the link with Requiem of Echoing Depths might be loosely based on "encounters on the other side of the door" theme. Dainsleif emerges from a portal (a more metaphysical 'door') at the beginning of the quest, just as our twin disappeared into one at the end of WWBR. The door is a symbol and gateway of both the unattainability of our twin, and the regular encounters we have on our journey in Teyvat.

And, if you want to stretch it a bit further into the future, the door to Khaenri'ah in Hangeh Afrasiyab, released in Version 3.6, carries on this theme of doorways and encounters— you cannot enter it at the moment of writing, but the existence of such a door is a reminder of Khaenri'ah. What sort of encounters did your sibling have behind this door, in the kingdom underneath the ground? You don't know, and that's part of the mystery that separates the two of you, and why in Requiem, you two share such differing beliefs on why or why not the purification device should be activated.

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3. Achievement: Fated Encounter - One day, our encounter at this moment shall shine like a star of reminiscence in our hearts.

4. Achievement: Orbits - "O Almighty Sovereign, the Universitas Magistrorum has provided the predictions you requested: The two stars have been captured by the world's gravity… After a lengthy orbital period, today their paths shall intertwine once more."

I'm putting these two together (released in Version 3.0 and 4.0 respectively) because I think the corresponding Traveler acts, Caribert (Version 3.5) and Bedtime Story (Version 4.7), correlate inversely with the release dates of these namecards.

For example, Orbits and 3.X lore:

In Version 3.3's Archon Quest Interlude Inversion of Genesis, we indirectly hear the words of Pierro (a Khaenri'ahn) on the topic of our sibling, retold to us through Scaramouche.

The reason why there are records about your (‍sister/brother‍) in Irminsul… It might have something to do with Khaenri'ah. Apparently, Khaenri'ah was (‍her/his‍) first destination when (‍she/he‍) arrived in this world. Plus, (‍she/he‍) only came to this world because the heavens responded to the summoning.

Later on in Caribert, Chlothar Alberich, Khaenri'ahn and founder of the Abyss Order, tells us:

We once believed that you [the Traveler's sibling] would bring new strength and hope to Khaenri'ah. To us, you were the Abyss... A wondrous mystery far beyond our imagination and comprehension...

Setting aside debates on what the Abyss actually is, all of the above dovetails with Achievement: Orbits, which clearly depicts two primo-stars representing the twins in 'orbit', and the Khaenri'ahn organisation Universitas Magistrorum talking about them, suggesting they are somehow scrying the fates of the two who have been 'captured by the world's gravity'. Given that it is all but directly stated that Khaenri'ah summoned the twins (or, perhaps, just the sibling depending on how you look at it), the namecard is basically the Khaenri'ahn perspective of everything we learn in Version 3.X.

Perinheri (a book released in 4.5) also tells us that Khaenri'ah awaited the arrival of beings who could transcend the gods, and this dovetails nicely with Orbits and Chlothar's statement to support the hypothesis that the twins were summoned, or at least, scried on and waited for. The implication that the 'Almighty Sovereign' (explicitly, a royal, likely the king, in CN) requested this scrying almost confirms it.

While the text obviously means that this hypothetical comment must have been made when Khaenri'ah still, well, existed, it also thematically resonates with all quests where the Traveler does reunite with their sibling in some form, most prominently in WWBR, but also Requiem of Echoing Depths (via mirage), Caribert (via memory and shattered mirror), and Bedtime Story (via Caribert's realm, and subsequently forgotten).

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Meanwhile, Achievement: Fated Encounter ironically suits the themes of Version 4.X Traveler lore better.

Let's get the big one out of the way first. Chapter IV Act VI: Bedtime Story is a cruel, cruel subversion of the namecard's theme— because no. Your reunion will not shine like a star of reminiscence in your heart. You will not remember it at all. Narratively, I find it neat that 13 versions after Rukkhadevata's wiping from Irminsul, the audience is now thrust into the same position as the Traveler: as the only one who 'remembers'. As the witness to something wiped from history. (Can you tell this makes me emotional?) As an audience member, this moment is for you, you will remember it, and nobody else. Even the phrasing of "one day..." suggests that only at some nebulous point in the future will this reunion become remembered.

Hell, the namecard is two hands hovering over a four-pointed star. Given the symbolism of the primo-star as representative of both "your twin" and "warnings of an encounter" (roughly), it is basically a perfect set-up for Bedtime Story; not withstanding that the symbolism also suits the events of Caribert, where we're jumpscared with our twin in a shattered mirror, suiting the portend of an omen (the first and last quests in Caribert are named Destined Encounter and Portended Fate, neatly tying this together as well).

Of course, Fated Encounter's text harkens back to WWBR itself, as both the 'fated encounter' and becoming the moment upon which we reminisce.

The reason I think it fits better with 4.X Traveler content is because of where else we get moments of reminiscence of the Traveler and their twin: notably, in Wriothesley's SQ, Reborn in the Land of Grievances, and Xianyun's SQ, A Thousand Moonlit Miles.

For context, recall that Wriothesley's SQ is about a 'fear gem', which the villain is using to control a society of people to do his bidding by injecting them with liquid fear. Traveler and Wriothesley pick up the gem containing this liquid at the beginning of this quest, and touching it causes unpleasant flashbacks of, essentially, moments that create fear. For the Traveler, these four images are shown when they touch the gem:

Top left is vs Sustainer from the opening of the game when their twin is taken away. Top right is from Caribert, where Traveler realises they have been experiencing a memory from the perspective of their twin. Bottom two are images from the Defiled Statue room in WWBR, including the dead Grand Thief.

It is almost self-explanatory why these are a record of moments when Traveler felt 'fear'. I think this works particularly well as a thematic reflection of Achievement: Fated Encounter because this is a negative-context reminiscence of said 'fated encounters'. Here, Traveler is recalling these moments with a very strong negative association due to fear.

Compare and contrast with Grus Serena Act I's ending cutscene, where due to Xianyun's 'positive dream' Suspensus Somnium Mechanism, we get this lovely scene with the Traveler dreaming of reuniting with their twin:

Now, this is explicitly a dream, which isn't real and hasn't happened. I would argue, however, that regardless of whether this is real, this is the second important Traveler scene in Version 4.X before the release of Bedtime Story, serving to both set the emotional stakes, and as the positive counterpoint to the theme of reminiscence touched on in Wriothesley's Story Quest.

Thematically, this is the other side of the 'star of reminiscence' in Achievement: Fated Encounters. While the scene in Xianyun's SQ is a bittersweet dream, ending up with the Traveler waking up in tears and thus is not a straightforward positive happiness, this melancholic nostalgia for a more innocent existence in Grus Serena Act I still contrasts with the sharp burst of fear we're served with the images of our past experiences Cerberus Act I. They are two sides of the same coin and a reflection of the conflicting myriad of feelings the Traveler has about their twin— longing, heartbreak, fear, confusion— exploring what the memory of their twin means to them. Shine like a star of reminiscence in our hearts much?

Also, you encounter the gem of negative reminiscence at the beginning of Wriothesley's SQ, and the dream of positive reminiscence at the end of Xianyun's SQ. You could possibly stretch this to reflect the journey as a whole— which begins with fear, loss, and confusion, and ends with bittersweet happiness. Wait, shit, does that mean one of the twins is going to die—

Essentially, it's all about memory. Which also echoes Bedtime Story and how Caribert attempts to connect with others, however briefly, through his incomplete Loom of Fate, trying to 'live' like a real person even though he cannot exist as anything but a memory in people's minds— I would make a slight tie with Nara Varuna (the twin, as referred to by the Aranara), but I'm running out of short-term memory storage to load Aranyaka lore, so I'll try again later.

(Cheekily, the four-pointed star in Achievement: Fated Encounter is actually part of the co-op mode symbol, which is the star plus radiating waves resembling a WiFi symbol. You could point to this just being an acknowledgement of the fact this namecard is obtained from playing in co-op mode, but apart from what I've discussed, I can add a suitably unhinged suggestion that the co-op mode icon contains lore. It's a modification of a WiFi icon, which popularly depicts a dot as a broadcast origin, and concentric waves surrounding it as the signal broadcasting from it. Simple, but Genshin replaces the dot of broadcast origin with a four-pointed star, ostensibly just representing the game's version of connectivity. And yet, the four-pointed star broadcasting a signal outwards can also use the symbolism of the Traveler/the Twin as the point of origin as a reach for 'connection', both reaching for their sibling, and as a general harkening back to the theme of the Traveler being a 'connector' of people's wills, a la Liyue finale, Inazuma finale, Sumeru finale— wait, I'm sensing a pattern here...)

Of course, let me not forget to mention that Achievement: Orbits is also relevant to Bedtime Story and some of 4.X. That quest is where Dainsleif casually drops the Five Sinners of Khaenri'ah on us, so it ties in with the disembodied quote we get about Khaenri'ah addressing the twins. We also learn about the Universitas Magistrorum from the Narzissenkreuz WQ series beginning from 4.0, where it is stated that they 'inverted the alchemical stages' (likely referring to how, in real life, the alchemical stages of Magnum Opus, the process of creating the philosopher's stone, were Nigredo -> Albedo -> Citrinitas -> Rubedo, whereas from Albedo's ascension voicelines, we know his Art of Khemia, originating from Khaenri'ah, inverts Citrinitas and Rubedo, suggesting that the irl Magnum Opus is actually the lore-accurate method as opposed to what the Art of Khemia says about Rubedo -> Citrinitas. But that's a story for another time). While unrelated to twins lore specifically, the gradual addition of Universitas Magistrorum lore might serve a purpose like the continual drip-feeding of Qiaoying Village pre-4.4, as well as Dornman Port and Blackcliff Forge now, building up to eventual relevancy. For now, there's no way of knowing.

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...wait, why did I make this post again?

(nervously checks notes) ah right, to dissect the Outrealm achievement series. So, let's look at what we have for 5.0.

While I won't suggest we can predict the plot of the next Traveler Chapter through this namecard alone, we can go through the themes and plot points brought up by this namecard, and see where it gets us.

Obviously we are tying back with Bedtime Story here. That is where we first learn that the "Sea of Flowers at the End" is a real place (and not just Travail's artistic concoction of the finale of the game)— both the title of Achievement: Endpoint and the depiction of Inteyvats reinforces that this is where our journey will end.

You: Why... Why can't we continue our journey together? Sibling: At the end of my journey, I arrived at a place known as "The Sea of Flowers at the End." Do you remember? A long time ago, when we traveled between worlds together... You told me… You wanted to find a place in the universe where that one flower was in full bloom. To have a place like that suddenly appear before me… Well, would you think of that as a coincidence?

It is all but outright stated the reason our sibling cannot move on from Teyvat and travel with us is (aside from the war with the Heavenly Principles) because Teyvat contains the true endpoint of their journey, not just the journey through the land itself but their journey through the cosmos at large— the Sea of Flowers, which is the location we will reach at the end of the game.

The Sea of Flowers is a field of seemingly-endless Inteyvats and, contrary to my belief before 4.7, an actual physical (or at least metaphysical) location. Achievement: Endpoint says of this place "a sea of blossom awaits the return of a single flower, anticipating the day when both hearts and petals shall become soft and tender".

Breaking this down, we can identify that the return of a single flower should refer to Lumine, regardless of whether she is your Traveler or your twin, since she wears the Inteyvats in her hair. This creates two completely different narratives about the game depending on who you picked, which seems mostly antithetical to how Genshin has written the siblings thus far. (Well, she wears Inteyvats plural on her hair, so the single flower thing shouldn't apply.)

So let's skip that and contextualise the rest. If the Sea of Flowers is waiting for an Inteyvat to 'become soft and tender', then there is a condition we need to fulfill. Recall Dainsleif's words in Requiem of Echoing Depths about the Inteyvat:

But if you were to pluck one and take it out of Khaenri'ah, the petals would stop growing and turn hard. Only when it finally returned to its home soil would the petals grow soft once more, and finally turn to dust... So the Inteyvat is a symbol for a wanderer far from home, signifying the tenderness of the homeland.

The symbolism is incredibly blatant. The Sea of Flowers awaits the day when the return of a single Inteyvat, because only when the flower returns to its homeland will it grow soft.

Here's where we resolve the Lumine problem. The name of this flower is the Inteyvat. Prefix in-, which English borrows from Latinate words, where the prefix was used in a variety of ways but in our case, to mean "not-". Therefore Inteyvat, as in "not-Teyvat", or more fancifully, "not of Teyvatian origin".

If the returning flower is an Inteyvat, it is not actually about who carries the flower, but what the name of the flower represents: "not-Teyvat". Which means it should be your chosen Traveler, regardless of gender, because your twin has become "part of this world" for a reason unknown to us, and no longer counts as an external being, or Descender— we learn as such from Inversion of Genesis.

Nahida: Irminsul does not keep records on the Descenders. Anyone who comes from beyond this world is not counted as part of Teyvat. Scaramouche: The reason why there are records about your (‍sister/brother‍) in Irminsul… It might have something to do with Khaenri'ah. Apparently, Khaenri'ah was (‍her/his‍) first destination when (‍she/he‍) arrived in this world.

Essentially, this is a giant lore teaser for: you're going to the Sea of Flowers at the end, and everyone will be happy again...

Or, not?

Because Endpoint tells us that it awaits the day when both hearts and petals shall grow soft and tender. This is a yearning for the softness and happiness of reuniting without anything standing in the siblings' way, except... Dainsleif explicitly tells us that after the flower returns, it doesn't just go soft— it turns to dust.

This is why, earlier, I suggested that theory about the emotional overtones of our journey, as derived from Wriothesley and Xianyun's SQs. Without the supporting evidence of the Inteyvat's dissolution implied at the end, it's just crack; but now, I think it's going to compose the bittersweetness of the reunion or ending we're promised, like Xianyun's SQ depicts.

(I want to be clear that this isn't a prediction of Traveler or twin dying. While it certainly isn't outside the realm of possibility, I wouldn't lock in the Inteyvat dissolution symbolism into that event alone; it's also possible, for instance, that one or both of them lose their memories, etc, or they lose something else dear to them. We can't even be sure the story will end on such a note anyway, so this is purely extrapolation on extremely limited connections.)

As a mini-prediction: we could either get more Sea of Flowers lore in Natlan's Traveler Chapter (unlikely, doesn't seem Hoyo's style to follow-up so soon, we still don't understand the Defiled Statue etc.), or we could follow the emotional beats implied by the namecard description. Or, like Achievement: Gates and Requiem, it could have loose or no connections at all.

This post is mostly an excuse for me to talk about my favourite lore in the game. I'm going to bed

#genshin impact #genshin lore #genshin lumine #genshin aether #genshin traveler #i'm so normal about them #genshin impact lore

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aranarumei · 11 months ago

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about hanzawa's older/younger sister

so! people who follow me might know I've expressed confusion regarding hanzawa masato's sister. what can i say... she's just interesting to me. anyways, i came up with a really fun theory about it, so if you'll trust me and follow me under the cut, we can learn quite a bit about hanzawa's family! even if you don't believe in my conclusion, perhaps you'll have something new to consider...?

(heads up—any mangacaps used in this post are taken from the fantrans of the manga, for ease of reference)

The Situation:

We know Hanzawa’s family consists of two brothers, and one sister. They make an appearance within ch 28 of Sasaki to Miyano, in this page right here:

Hanzawa’s two brothers are pretty easy to spot there, but his sister is a bit more obscured—she’s just at the left edge of the right panel. From the -Graduation- Sasaki to Miyano guidebook (some might know it as the 2nd anime guidebook), we know that the older of his two brothers is Masaomi, the younger one is Masaki, and he has a younger sister named Masako.

…And if you’re as crazy about Hanzawa as I am, that might have raised some flags. Because—wait, doesn’t Hanzawa have an older sister? In ch 19 of Sasaki to Miyano, which, by the way, is the first chapter that Hanzawa Masato is named, we see him say this:

This isn’t the only reference to his older sister—in ch 22 of Sasaki to Miyano, Kuresawa mentions that Hanzawa’s older sister is the same height as him, and Hanzawa mentions sending a picture of Miyano to her, though he doesn’t specify older/younger here.

So… that’s weird, right? But, you know, this is one of Hanzawa’s first appearances. Maybe it’s a retcon, maybe Hanzawa is using older sister here in a not-actually-related loose way (plausible, but unsatisfying), maybe the guidebook is wrong (unlikely, for reasons I’ll get into later), maybe there’s some kind of explanation for why Hanzawa’s got a younger sister and not an older one. I chalked it up to early-installment weirdness. Admittedly, this does feel out of character for a mangaka who’s consistently drawn characters like Shirahama and Karasubara into the background long before they have any real scenes or dialogue. But whatever, we can move on from that, it’s not like Hanzawa’s going to mention his older sister again—

Except. Well, if you’ve seen this tweet recently:

There, in the bottom left corner, is Yashiro and Hanzawa discussing the outfits they’re wearing. Because it’s cosplay, you know. Much like that older sister we know Hanzawa has. Which is who they are, indeed, talking about. And my grasp of Japanese is terrible, but Yashiro is definitely calling her Hanzawa’s older sister.

The Theory:

So, the reference of Hanzawa’s older sister—it’s not a mistake. How could it be a mistake, when she’s not an offhand mention in ch 19, but brought up again in ch 22, and again in this art? She’s intentional—but the guidebook isn’t wrong, either.

(guidebook images provided courtesy of @sunnnfish)

Hanzawa Masako’s appearance in the guidebook aligns exactly with the little we see of her in the flashback in ch 28. Here’s another thing about Hanzawa Masako that we learn in the guidebook: she’s definitely shorter than Hanzawa Masato. So that doesn’t line up, either.

Two sisters, but there can only be one. How do we explain that? Is Hanzawa talking about an older sister in a vague sense of just… an older female friend? He’s got a lot of those, after all. This just seems a bit implausible to me, though—it feels like a stretch for him to refer to someone that way, and it’s also a kind of unsatisfying answer. Then what? Is he lying about having an older sister? Is all of that stuff just his, and he’s made up an older sister to make his makeup skills and knowledge of crossdressing way more plausible? Is it just some kind of mistranslation / misunderstanding on my part? Sure, that’s always a possibility.

But… you know who is the same height as Hanzawa Masato? Who is his family? Who is older? Yeah—Hanzawa Masaomi.

I’m being completely serious. If we accept that Hanzawa Masato, when bringing his cosplay outfits to the school, is simply obscuring the truth by referring to his older brother as his older sister—well, it makes a pretty good amount of sense.

The Defense:

I’m aware this isn’t a theory that’s got a lot of evidence behind it. What it does have, though, is a lack of evidence to contradict it—and a lot of stuff that aligns with it in a fun way. It’s a fun answer, is what I’m getting at. Is it the right one? Maybe not, but let’s investigate some of its parts, anyways.

Eagle-eyed readers might notice that Hanzawa’s sent a picture of Miyano to his older sister. Wouldn’t this older brother recognize Miyano, then? Not true! Miyano covers his face with a folding fan when Hanzawa first takes pictures. And, for obvious reasons, Hanzawa Masaomi has never turned to the camera and gone “By the way, I’m not an otaku, and I don’t cosplay.” Honestly, if he did that, I’d be more suspicious, because it’s so damn specific. Really the only other thing we can bring up is that Hanzawa's older sister messes around in his uniforms, but that's easily explained—he wears a different uniform style when compared to his older brother.

With that settled, there isn’t any other information that I think would contradict this theory, considering how little we know about Hanzawa’s family in the first place. Now, what do we know about Hanzawa that makes this theory plausible?

Hanzawa actively lying about anything isn’t really well-documented, but we do know he’s well-aware of societal norms, and prefers being… normal, let’s say. In ch 28, we see his brothers both come out, and once Hanzawa (awkwardly) says he prefers girls, he feels oddly about his mother’s relief. There’s a few ways to interpret this. #1: he’s straight, the question just caught him off guard, and his uncomfortable feeling was due to the fact it was clear that, despite his mother’s casual acceptance of his family, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows for gay people. #2: he’s aromantic, and said he liked girls because of course that’s what you do, and maintains that fact into the present day, as either a conscious or unconscious lie. #3: he’s gay/attracted to not just women, and said he liked girls because of course that’s what you do, and maintains that fact into the present day, as either a conscious or unconscious lie.

If we take Hanzawa at face-value, it’s #1 that’s the truth… but like, why would I do that to someone like Hanzawa, who’s all about mystery. I personally prefer a mix of #2 or #3, both of which point to the idea that Hanzawa might, indeed, lie to make people feel a little more comfortable. To not obviously stand out. In the 2nd dvd extra, Hanzawa reveals that his hair is dyed black, and mentions its beneficial to act like a straight-laced student. He’s got a crazy amount of piercings, but he only wears them outside of school, too. I mean, he’s literally the president of the disciplinary club. Clearly he knows a thing or two about propriety. There’s a lot of evidence in the manga to show that Hanzawa’s over-concerned with a presentation of normalcy, and I’d argue that’s not because he dislikes deviance, but because he understands deviance is disliked. (I’d add more, but it’s enough for an entirely separate post, you know? You’ll just have to work with me here.)

All that said: Is it easier to say that you’ve got all of these women’s cosplay clothes because you’ve got an older sister who’s an otaku with interesting garments (and you won’t even say cosplay, you’ll let Miyano make that connection himself), or is it easier to say you’ve got an older brother who’s an otaku that crossdresses?

Probably the former. And it’s an easy lie to maintain—who are you inviting to your home? If you call him your older sister, the fondness and a lot of the truth stays the same. I’d thought it wouldn’t be possible because I thought there was some kind of reference to the clothing being originally fitted for a woman’s body, but all that happens is that in ch 22, Hanzawa says that Miyano, along with Kuresawa, has quite the shoulder span on him, and thus a kimono-style outfit was the right choice. All that suggests is that this outfit fits his shape best—not that Miyano, a guy, has to have this outfit altered because his shoulders are a lot broader than Hanzawa’s sister, who’s not a guy. Even if it was true that Kuresawa or Miyano’s shoulder spans were a bit much, if we look at ch 28 again:

There’s Hanzawa and his older brother. Heights are about equivalent, but those shoulder spans? Hanzawa Masaomi is decidedly slimmer. …That’d probably help, if he wanted to crossdress in any kind of cosplay. In ch 28, after he gets called Maa-kun in public, Hanzawa tells his older brother to watch what he says in public. Here’s a small moment of Hanzawa wanting to seem… you know, cool, in public, and then getting embarrassed by his older brother, as is the right of siblings. But it also, once again, demonstrates Hanzawa’s awareness of the public, and his older brother’s dismissiveness of it—right after this, he just outright asks Miyano if he’s Hanzawa’s boyfriend. Like… Miyano seems like he’s a nice kid, but at first meeting? That’s not the easiest thing to ask someone, even casually.

I think it just adds a fun dimension to things that are already true about how I feel about Hanzawa and his family… that he likes to present himself as “normal” when he isn’t, and that this is probably in response to some of his siblings being much more obvious in their strangeness. As sad and practical as it is, he understands the benefits to concealment and conformity. He avoids letting Tashiro count out the number of piercings he has—and he’s got more of them than any other “bad boy who’s not really a bad boy” (Hirano, Sasaki, Ogasawara) in this cast, despite being the least outwardly a delinquent. Considering how little we know about Hanzawa, is it really so hard to believe that this might be one of many a carefully-kept secret?

#sasaki to miyano #hanzawa masato #hirano to kagiura #sasaki and miyano #hirano and kagiura #kiri.txt #harusono #in this essay i will #why can i write this full post out and not answer some of my asks... because im a mess #meta

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 2 months ago

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oops, i buddie'd a bit too close to the sun and barfed up 3.4k words woo!

by all means

buddie | T | 3,498 words | on AO3

this is set during/post S6 E11 "In Another Life" so spoiler warning!

God, he’s never going to look at a hospital the same way again.

Buck shakes off the thought; weird, admittedly kinda scary, ComaBobby’s simple “Go.” echoing in his head, the sight of Maddie’s arm, the rosary beads clutched in real Bobby’s hands keeping him running down another endless hallway.

Running, running, running. Methodically checking himself as he goes, lest his dumb real-him lungs start to give out.

He finally makes it to the next tee, and is about to take off down the hall to the left when,

“Can you help me find my dad?”

Oh no

No no no nonono he cannot see what his brain will cook up with that one.

“Sorry, you’re not real and I have to leave.” Buck tells Chris right to his adorable little face.

He looks away, muttering “Always gonna feel guilty about that one…” and takes off down the hall.

Finally, finally, he makes it; the door out to his world, the real world, only millimeters from his fingers when it’s tugged inward out of reach.

“Daniel?”

“Evan.” his brother says coolly, closing the door behind him.

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

“I have to.” Buck says, smiling, “My life isn’t here. It’s there."

“What about me?”

Something cold and dread-flavored drops into his stomach.

“You’re not just gonna leave me here. Alone.” Daniel continues as if he couldn't, won’t imagine Buck leaving without him.

“Daniel, this is hard for me, don’t make it harder.” he pleads to Daniel’s unwavering expression. “I–I finally know what it would have been like to have an older brother and I love you.. But you’re not real. None of this is.”

Again, Buck reaches for the door, but is blocked by Daniel’s hand.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t I deserve to live? What if I want to exist, hm?

“Out there, I don’t. Out there, I’m barely a memory. Out there, I am nothing.

“The real world sucks, that’s the beauty of this place, It can be anything you want it to be.” he grins, “You could have it all, here.

“Like the family you never had.”

Buck opens his mouth to protest; he already has the family he needs. His real family who need him when suddenly, a third figure lopes into their stretch of the hallway; stopping himself short from his half-panicked jog.

Oh Jesus Christ.

“Buck! There you are Cariño,” Eddie sighs, striding the couple steps more to cup Buck’s face in both hands, those dark eyes of his studying every minuscule inch of his face. “Are you okay? Have you seen Christopher?”

“Eddie, wha—“

“It’s okay, querido, we can look for him together,” Eddie’s hands slide from his cheeks and down his arms, grabbing tight to Buck’s fingers and tugging him back the way he came.

Cariño, querido.. He may not be fluent, but he knows these. Buck 1.0’s attempts to broaden his horizons into LA’s much more common romantic language for the sake of getting his dick wet.

“No, no Eddie wait,” Buck manages to pull one of his hands free, “I have to—” he looks back at Daniel, “What is happening?”

“This is your mind, Evan, there’s nothing you can deny or hide or brush off like it’s nothing. Including your feelings for your best friend.” Daniel says, while Eddie keeps trying to guide him away from the window, smiling emptily up at him, “You could have him here. He could be yours, here.”

Buck freezes completely. Eddie– ComaEddie holds tight to him.

“Eddie,” he gulps, “Eddie, sweetheart, I’ll come with you in just a minute, I have to talk to Daniel.”

Heartbreak shifts in where emptiness was. “But Chris—”

“Chris is fine baby, I left him with Hen and Chim down at the Nurses’ Station on this floor.”

ComaEddie sighs in relief, “Okay good, I’ll meet you there mi vida,”

Buck’s heart stutters once at the name, then once again before rabbiting into high gear when Eddie steps into his space and kisses him.

It was barely a peck. A chaste, normal, we do this every day kiss, but it sends Buck reeling all the same.

His fingers are released, and Eddie disappears down the hall.

For a few heartbreaking seconds, Buck actually considers following.

Here he can have, already has, the domesticity he’s longed for with Eddie since even before the tsunami.

Here he doesn’t have to panic about what having feelings for his best friend and partner would do to the station, to Chris, to him if it ever went wrong.

Evan is only a teacher here. And Eddie can be his here.

No.

“I do have a family.” Buck says, simply. “Not the same one that I have here, but one that needs me.”

He shoves past Daniel and into the room beyond, but his brother stays on his heels as he crosses to the window, dull light glowing out from between shelves of orange prescription bottles.

“Do They?”

“Daniel, stop doing this, okay? I have to get back before it’s too late.” Again, ComaHen and ComaChim’s words swirl through his head. Even just a cursory glance through the glass tell him all he needs to know.

Bobby still sitting there, rosary in one hand, Athena’s in his other.

His real parents hovering over the other side of the bed.

Maddie standing in the corner, like she can’t bear to be any closer.

The white coat standing over him and unhooking—

What?

“It’s already too late.” Daniel says as Buck focuses more clearly on the scene in front of him “Your real family? They’re already pulling the plug, Evan.”

“No. No, that’s not what’s happening.”

“Oh,” he coos condescendingly, “They’re just waiting for you to die so they can move on with their lives. Without you.”

“They wouldn’t do that.”

“And yet.”

Buck looks back out at himself.

Lying there in that bed.

He knows enough not to believe Daniel. They’re probably watching, waiting like he is now, for him to take a breath on his own.

Without the machine.

“They don’t care about you. Why would they? You’re never good enough, never have been. The only reason you were even born was for spare parts and they weren't even effective.

“That wasn’t my fault.”

“We both know you don’t really believe that.”

Buck turns, and Daniel is no longer there.

His own face glares back at him, standing between him and the real world.

“Just stay, Evan. You know you want this.”

Between one blink and the next, HisDanielFace shifts into Eddie’s.

Something burns behind his ribs.

He’s right.

He does.

He wants the real Eddie.

The real Chris

The real Bobby

His family.

A weight settles into his palm.

“I do.” buck says, smiling.

FakeEddie smiles back.

Then Buck swings the axe.

Waking up in that bed, staring across the room at a wall where there should have been a shattered window trips him up the first time he really can register it.

Wracking his brain for any memories, he registers that the ones he has from Before come in dull snippets, then the sharp contrasted color of his Coma World, then back to fuzzy half-remembered moments of waking up, of asking for water, for Bobby.

And now, Maddie smiles down at him while he munches away on some peanut butter and cheese crackers. “First thing I’m gonna do when I get outta here,” he says around a still-too-dry and still-too-sore throat, “Buy a pizza. I’m so done with hospital food.”

“You should buy a lottery ticket.” Maddie says, passing him his water, “You’re the luckiest man in the world right now.”

Buck opens his mouth to respond when there’s a short knock on the door. “Surprise!”

Chim and Bobby are the first through the door, followed by Hen. Someone calls him “The firehouse lightning rod.”, Hugs are exchanged, kisses plastered to his cheeks, a bony eleven year old hiked up into his arms (and his dad’s protests and concerns about all Buck’s tubing ignored by both son and Buck).

(Looking down at Chris at his side shoots a bolt of unease (hah) through him; the Chris his brain invented was much smaller than this one is. Did his brain present him with the Chris he knew from a few years ago to try and get him to stay??)

Buck’s doctor comes in a few minutes after the hoard did, the sea parting for her to check on him as she needed.

“How long’ll he be out, Doc?” Chim asks as the noise and chatter settle down around them.

“Few weeks; no strenuous activity, and no heavy lifting.”

“Damn.. Better call Bosko, Cap.” Hen says, to the others’ enjoyment, and Chim continues, “So, how was it? Do you remember anything?”

Buck can feel the others that were there still.

“About what, my near death expirience?”

“Any of it; the call? The fall? Though I wouldn’t call it an NDE..”

“Oh yeah? What would you call it, smartass?” Eddie quips, a crooked smile on his face.

“Well.. it’s not a near death experience if you actually did die, right?”

The gathered masses start booing and hissing at him, saying “Too soon, Chim.”, and “That is terrible!”, but Buck can only laugh at his continued defence of the topic.

“What?! I’m curious if my close-to-deaths were anything like his actual one!”

Eventually the hospital staff comes by to chide the hoard for being too many, too long, and the group starts to peter out with promises to return the next day.

Hen, Karen, and Denny are the first to take their leave, having to get going for a big field trip Denny is taking in the morning, Chim and Maddie are next, a long tight hug from Maddie before they and Phillip and Margaret head back to the apartment for the night.

Eddie and Chris slip out to grab Chris some dinner from the hospital food court, and Athena follows, promising to bring back pizza for him if they find it.

Which leaves Bobby.

“You really gave us a scare, Kid.” he says, settling down in what Buck only knows as his chair. “Thought I’d lost you.”

“Worried about me, Pops?” Buck tries to joke. His voice catches on the name. He has to clear his throat.

“I was.” Bobby states, “Very worried.”

“I know,” Buck nods, “You had to break out the rosary and everything.”

Bobby stills in his chair, “How’d you know that?”

Buck’s stomach, wheezing emptily around only those few crackers he’d had earlier, squeezes with nerves. He wants to tell Bobby everything, wants to tell him it really was him who’d helped him get out, but he’s not sure if he should.

“You were there.” He croaks, voice and throat even more sore now with all the talking he’d been doing, “I could see you while I was under, both out here and In There.”

“Where is There?”

“In the other world.”

Bobby continues to gaze steadily at him. There’s something there, behind his eyes, that echoes the crazed, purgatory version of him.

“It was like an alternate universe in there. In my head. I was a teacher Bobby.”

That loosens him up a little, “What kind of teacher?”

“I dunno, never made it into the classroom.”

He finally laughs, a soft Dad-like chuckle, and Buck pushes on. “Everything was all wrong, but it.. Wasn’t? My brain was trying to show me everything it thought I wanted but it was.. Cock-eyed? Like, Maddie was there, but so was Doug. My parents were there, all loving and stuff, but so was Daniel.”

“Your brother being there was a bad thing?”

“I’m sure it wouldn’t actually have been, but my brain was telling me that he was there and because he was, I shouldn’t have been. And also he was a huge dick to me there at the end.”

Bobby chuckles again, and Buck can see the gears turning in his head.

“Hen and Chim were there too, they were trying to help as best they could, but you were the one to really give me that push.. So, thanks.”

“You’re very welcome, kiddo.” Bobby’s eyes crinkle up at the corners, then, they fall on something outside his door.

“You get only a single slice of cheese, Buckley. And no complaints.” Athena says, striding in with a triangular to-go box in one hand, and Chris’ in the other.

“I got two pieces!” he calls triumphantly.

“And I’m sure I won’t live to regret that.” Eddie mutters, a smile on his lips.

Chris hands his box back to his dad and proceeds to do his damndest to get back up on the bed with Buck, who reaches down to help, only for Bobby to beat him to the punch.

“Be careful, mijo.”

“I will dad,” Chris sighs, holding out a hand again for his pizza which Eddie passes over.

The five of them chat for about an hour more when Athena stands, puts Buck’s now empty box on his table, and leans in for a hug, “So glad you’re okay, Buckaroo.”

Bobby comes around to give him a hug too, “We’ll see you back when you’re all healed up, are we clear?”

Buck laughs, “Yes, dad.”

The two take their leave, and Buck turns to ask Chris something, when a soft snore snuffles out his mouth.

“Well, so much for asking him about his science club.”

Eddie laughs, looking over at Chris from his chair at Buck’s side. “Don’t worry, he’ll use that as an excuse to skip school and come back tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing my two favorite Diazes again so soon.” he says, glancing down at Chris’ slack-jawed face.

“I hope I’m one of the two.”

Buck’s stomach flips, “No, you’re number three, actually, your abuela is number two. Her sopes are to die for.”

Buck chuckles at his own joke, glancing down again to make sure he didn’t jostle Chris too much, but pauses, and looks back up when he doesn’t hear Eddie laughing along.

Eddie’s face is tense, “Eddie, I was kidding, okay? You’re number tw–”

“Three minutes and 17 seconds.”

“What?”

“That’s how long your heart stopped beating.”

Buck blinks at him, then down at his knees.

“You died Buck, and I couldn’t— I tried— You were hanging there and—”

Buck’s eyes widen; Eddie was going to have a panic attack if he didn’t calm down soon,

He grabs onto Eddie’s wrist, “Eddie, Eddie! Eddie, sweetheart, it’s okay, you’re okay, I’m fine, see?” he squeezes his friend’s arm, “I’m right here, I don’t blame you, no one does.”

Eddie slides his arm through Buck’s grip and holds tight to his fingers instead. “I had to– Chim and I were doing CPR the whole way.”

“And I’m alive because of it.” he and Eddie both knew that wasn’t all the way true, but he pushed on. “You guys brought me back, you brought me back.”

Eddie just gazes at him; through the grip he has on Buck’s hand, he can feel how high Eddie’s pulse still is, so Buck keeps talking.

“Out here, and in here,” he points to his head, “My brain was trying to tell me all sorts of stuff to keep me from coming back to you.” He pointedly ignored the fact he forgot the ‘guys.’ there at the end, and secretly hoped Eddie would too. “But the thought of the real you, the real Chris, my real family got me out of my own head.”

Eddie’s pulse was much slower now.

“All that stuff about Chris and I being your real family and I’m still the number three Diaz.”

Oh thank god, he’s making jokes again.

Buck breathes a sigh of relief, laughing along, and continuing to hold tight to Eddie’s hand.

It was time. He could do this.

It had been a month.

Buck was going back to work the next time they were on shift, but right now? The rest of the 118 were nearing the end of their 96 off, he had it on good authority that Chris was not at home (science camp), and Buck was slipping on his shoes to drive over to his favorite place in the whole world.

He’d told Maddie about ComaEddie, the only one he had told, and she encouraged him to say something, if this was really something he wanted.

“Knowing all the baggage that comes with someone is a big deal, but you know all Eddie’s.”

“I’d carry all of it for him if he’d let me.”

“..Okay, that’s not the point of the baggage, but good start.”

So here he is, on his wa— okay, not on his way, he is pulling into the driveway now.

Holy shit this was happening wasn’t it?

He pulls up behind Eddie’s truck.

He gets out.

He walks the short path to the door.

He rings the doorbell.

Eddie opens the door.

“Buck? Hey man, why’d you– you know you have a key, right?”

Oh yeah. He does, doesn’t he?

“Oh yeah, I do, don’t I?”

Eddie just gives him a look and moves out of the way for him to enter.

“Not that I’m not glad to see you,” he starts, “But what are you doing here?”

“I uh, I knew Chris’d be gone, wondered if you wanted some company?”

Eddie nods, “Yeah, sure, what do you wan—”

“Okay, I lied, that’s not why I’m here.”

“Oh..kay?”

“You were in my coma and Daniel tried to tempt me and I almost wanted to, but I didn’t! I knew it was fake, I knew you were out here, y’know?”

“Sure–”

“But what if I told you how I felt and you didn’t reciprocate? I mean, it’s new for me too, the whole liking guys too thing, what if you think I’m disgusting and weird and I can never see Chris again?”

“Buck, wha–”

“But I had to take the chance,” he says, finally actually turning back to look at Eddie again and stop. Pacing. “You mean so much to me and now that I’ve let myself think about it, I feel like I should probably have said something to you sooner?”

“Said what Buck? What are you trying to say?”

For a moment, Buck just looks at him. Maybe for the last time. Then,

“I love you, Eddie.” Eddie sucks in a breath. “I’m in love with you. I had to tell you, okay? I had to make sure you knew in case something happens to me. Please, you don’t have to feel the same way, you don’t, really, I just– you got shot, the tsunami, the well—”

“Cariño,”

The rest of the air that was left in his lungs for wherever his brain was gonna go next wooshes out of him. “...Huh?”

Eddie finally moves, striding over to him and taking his hands, “Buck, Evan, mi amor, mi vida,” Buck’s insides melt into goo., “You are my everything. You are Chris’ everything.”

“I am?”

Eddie scoffs out a laugh, “I put you into my will. To take care of my son if something happened to me.”

“...What else are best friends for?”

“You dragged me out of the street, out of my own blood to get me to safety.”

“..We’re partners..?”

Eddie laughs again, “Why are you trying to poke holes in me loving you back.”

“...I didn’t think I’d get this far, to be completely honest.” Eddie shakes his head, and Buck continues on with, “Well then why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

Sighing, Eddie pulls them down to sit on the couch. “I was selfish,” He holds up a finger to stop Buck from cutting in, “I was selfish; you had done so much for me and for Chris and never asked for anything in return. You supported us, you saved my life, you made it so I could come home to him. I, selfishly, did not want that support to go away. I didn’t want to scare you away.”

Buck squeezes Eddie’s hands, “Would you believe me if I told you I had the same reasons?” Eddie only smiles and shakes his head. “Whenever it was that I had fallen for you, Edmundo Diaz–”

He pulls a face, “Urgh, don't say that..”

“---I knew that if I told you and it all went wrong, I’d never see my Superman again.”

“He’d be pretty pissed at me if he could never see you again.” Eddie confesses in a low voice, as if someone would hear them.

Buck smiles, and after a moment, says, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Eddie smirks at him, releasing his hands to lean back into the couch cushions with them behind his head instead; He gestures with one to his face, “By all means..”

Rolling his eyes, but not letting the moment (or any moments that may or may not follow) go to waste, Buck leans up, hooks a hand around the back of Eddie’s neck, and pulls him in for a kiss.

i've probably read a grand total of five (5) buddie fics so..... hope you like! 😅

dividers from @/saradika-graphics!

#buddie #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #evan buckley x eddie diaz #eddie diaz x evan buckley #9-1-1 #noelle writes #buck #evan buckley #buck buckley

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itsnotamatterofif · 7 months ago

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Oooh sure, I went down the Leccywatt route if that’s okay! I’ve never written 24!Lectra before, so I hope this is okay :D was a fun new thing to try. I hope I wrote them in character, please ignore any egregious OOC-ness.

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His placement at the door to the shed has become muscle memory, these days. Admittedly, Killerwatt is used to this kind of monotony - enjoys it, actually. The silence means a significant lack of rabid fans trying to scrabble for an ounce of Electra's precious time, or press demanding answers to inane questions they could have simply asked the last interviewer.

The quiet is relaxing, calm; he must admit, he's getting a bit too used to it at this yard. For all its uncouthness, the rolling stock here are simple, and once they managed to control themselves around Electra, most of the engines are either polite or civilised enough to leave them be. The few that aren’t have been dispatched by Killerwatt personally enough times for them to know better and to learn from their mistakes.

Much like the yard outside, the electrics shed is quiet. Most of the other components are off today, required at various events and shows around the capital, but Electra requested Killerwatt personally to remain by their side whilst their other aides took care of business. As expected, frankly, as Electra is still recovering from the damage sustained in that race against the rusting tank engine and that foul-smelling diesel.

Watching Electra stretched out in front of the large floor to ceiling window, half repaired wiring sparking in the shadows cast by their own frame, he knows he should have stepped in.

In the light of the setting sun, their silhouette is one that ought to be framed; a picture of elegance, with their legs stretched out to one side across the chaise longe whilst leaning on their elbow. Volta had very excellently secured them a very nice shed, far away from the rest of the rabble, with a beautiful window that looked out onto the city before them that glittered like stars across the valley, and Electra was incredibly fond of gazing at the view as if it were a piece of fine art.

“I can feel you watching me, my sweet,” Electra suddenly calls, voice as smooth as glass, and it knocks Killerwatt out of a trance he didn’t realise he was in, “can I help you with anything?”

“Nothing, syr,” Killerwatt confirms, voice as even as he can make it, “merely wondering if you were comfortable.”

“As I can be.” Electra slowly swings to their wheels, stretching out their damaged leg carefully as they do so. “You sound as if you were deep in rumination, Killerwatt - I’m interested to hear your thoughts.”

He needs to remember this. There is no lying to Electra.

“I was thinking about how quiet it is,” Killerwatt states - a half truth, admittedly, but not a whole lie, “and how grateful I am that this yard has learned its place - you need rest, Syr, and you wouldn’t get that with a rabble at your door.”

“Quite right, too,” Electra adds, voice distant as if lost in thoughts of their own, and they take one last long look out the window before making their way over to Killerwatt’s post. Even hobbling slightly, they’re a picture of elegance, of style, LEDs faintly glowing in the stark white light of the room. They tower over Killerwatt as they get closer, angled face casting sharp shadows beneath them, and Killerwatt has to hold a breath as to not shudder from the closeness.

Every component wonders if one day they’ll be lucky enough to have Electra’s eye, even if just for a beat of time. Volta received a grateful kiss once, at a previous championship, and she did not silence herself about it for weeks.

“How lucky is one then, to have such an attentive security guard to teach them as such?” They tease lowly, one spindly hand reaching up to stroke Killerwatt’s jaw agonisingly slowly, “I fear I do not tell you how I appreciate you as regularly as I should.”

There’s that smirk on their face, akin to a fox toying with prey, that makes Killerwatt’s internal systems speed up and whir.

“It is enough to know that we are appreciated,” Killerwatt returns modestly, and hopes to whatever Control is out there that his body does not betray him, “I am simply doing my job, Syr.”

“And you do it ever so well,” Electra purrs, before they put shift their weight, and hiss in pain as their sparking leg objects to the pressure, “apologies, I think-“

“Apologise not, Syr,” Killerwatt interrupts, holding his arms out for Electra to lean on, “can you move?”

Electra cracks a pained smile, the barest hint of a guard coming down. “I got over here, did I not?”

He daren’t offer to help, but the fact that Electra allows him to lead them over to the chaise lounge is telling in and of itself. They never accept help, especially when offered, but apparently their repairs are going so slowly they have no choice. Tenderly, he helps them sit, and they groan in relief as the weight leaves their leg.

“That blasted injury is giving me more jip than anticipated,” Electra hisses in frustration, “that ignorant oil truck has dues owed.”

Killerwatt frowns, concern shooting through them. “Shall I summon Wrench-?”

“No, no,” Electra utters, shaking their head as they hiss through their teeth, “I shall be fine, simply a connection that gets caught in the plexiglass, it will right itself eventually.”

They reach out, laying one delicate hand over where Killerwatt is gripping the couch, and the contact is simmering, sizzling, although Killerwatt isn’t sure if that’s not just his internal computer beginning to work overtime.

“After all,” Electra continues with a smile, strangely genuine, “aren’t you enjoying the quiet?”

#stex #starlight express #starlight express london 2024 #electra the electric engine #killerwatt the security truck #leccywatt #Electra/Killerwatt #pebs writes #there’s a hint of ponypoly in here too

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descendantsconfessions · 3 months ago

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While it's very easy to fall into this category (and admittedly I did this at first too). To call Beast/Adam the "true" villain of the franchise is stretching a bit. Is he a dumbass for creating the island? Yes, but realistically he would've never gotten away with it if he was the only one who wanted this

I've seen this take by @dani-luminae and @thetimelordbatgirl that someone simply HAD to take the role of "king who locked everyone up" for the story to happen

His actions in the movies is really not something a "villain" would do, is he a huge idiot? Yes and I hate HATE the stupid "No son, it's yours" line during the stupid family scene but considering what happens during the coronation we're to assume they cleared it up off screen

My interpretation of the character currently is that he's a himbo who easily goes along with what the people around him is saying considering how fast he changes his mind about stuff in the movies all the time depending on what's happening around him

Does this make him a very good king? Probably not

Does this make him a tyrant? Absolutely not

And listen, his character is so vague in the movies it's very easy to twist him either way but considering his backstory it kinda make sense if you think of him as a kid/teen who was severely traumatized after being cursed for ten years, like if they could've added just a small thing to make him more sympathetic towards the whole "no magic" rule is that- they could've had him flinch or back away whenever someone uses magic near him

Now I do have my whole own backstory for him to make his character in both Descendants and the og movie make sense but that's a whole other can of worms- to cut it all short

Descendants Adam is an idiot, not a villain

Honestly? This is a very balanced and compelling take.

Calling Beast/Adam the true villain of Descendants often comes from a place of frustration with the premise (Isle of the Lost = morally questionable), but yeah your breakdown makes a ton of sense. He’s not malicious, just incredibly shortsighted and heavily influenced by those around him. The “himbo king who accidentally created a dystopia” angle is honestly kind of perfect.

You’re also spot on about the context he couldn't have done it alone. The existence of the Isle was a collective societal decision, not just one guy pulling strings. Someone had to play the "symbol" of that decision in the narrative, and it just happened to fall on him. The whole idea that he was traumatized from being cursed as a kid and developed some weird coping mechanisms around magic? Brilliant. That would’ve added so much nuance if it was even hinted at on screen.

And yes, the “No son, it’s yours” moment… cringe. It’s trying so hard to be this Lion King type of scene, but it just comes off tone-deaf given the context of their world. Like, sir, your policies exiled children.

TL;DR: Adam isn't a villain, he’s a soft-headed, post-traumatized people-pleaser in a position of too much power. And that’s way more interesting than just labeling him “evil.”

#descendants #descendants 2 #descendants 3 #descendants rise of red #descendants the rise of red #disney desecendants #disney descendants

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steppingstar · 8 months ago

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Gun x Goo: shed your knuckle velvet (torn on my teeth)

(is this how u post fanfictions on tumblr?? i’ve never done this..)

Goo visits Gun in prison.

“You dick.” is the first thing Goo spits at him when he enters the visiting room, pressing a finger firmly against the glass partition, so close Gun can see the ridges and furrows of the skin of his index finger.

Gun, in his usual manner of answering Goo, rolls his eyes. He’s without his sunglasses now, so Goo can actually see him do it for once, and he has to bite back a smirk at the offended squawk he receives. His eyes don’t leave Goo as the blond sits down in the designated chair, fingers already itching for a cigarette as the other man leans in far closer than he needs to. There’s a glass window separating them, he has no idea why Goo is leaning closer like he’ll somehow be able to reach him.

“You have any idea how long it took for me to get them to let me come visit you?” Goo huffs, crossing his arms, like he’s talking about something as mundane as the weather, like Gun didn’t almost kill him the last time they met. Like nothing has changed between them. And, maybe, nothing has.

“I don’t.” He says dryly in return, and he’d really like to take a drag right now. He always found amusement in the way Goo’s face would scrunch up in disgust at the scent.

“Well, a while!” Goo scowls. “I’m not one to give up, though,” He’s grinning now, the smile stretched wide across his face in a way that Gun thinks makes him look uglier than usual. It’s admittedly his favorite smile on him. “It only took a little bit of bribery to convince them.”

“Bribery?” Gun sighs, straightening up in his chair finally, resting his arms on his knees. “Of course.”

“Yep!” He chirped, still grinning at him. “All on your card, don’t worry.”

“..How the fuck did you get access to my card.”

“The same way I always get access to your things.” He says in a singsongy voice. Gun wishes there wasn’t a glass wall between them so that he could reach over and hit him over the head.

They don’t..talk about. Goo chats his ear off, rambling about whatever new anime he’s been watching, about the new people he’s met, yada yada. Gun, like always, tunes him out, and takes a moment to observe the other man across from him. He seems unfazed, like he walked away from their fight the same man, but Gun knows him better. He’s broken him down and put him back together more times than he can count in their years together, the same way Goo has done for him, and he can recognize the smallest shift in his expression, the way he winces ever so slightly when he moves a certain way.

He’s hurt him. Bad.

Gun can’t help but feel a bit of satisfaction well up within him at the knowledge. He thinks he should feel guilt at the damage he’s caused to his body, but he feels as if this is the most suitable way to leave his final mark on Goo. They’ve always been violent people; it’s why they work so well together. If he thinks hard enough, he can even remember the way Goo’s hand fisted in his hair as he pressed painfully close to him, the taste of blood filling his mouth when he bit Goo’s hard enough to make him gasp and slip his tongue into his mouth like it was yesterday.

The conversation reaches a lull, neither of them speaking for a moment. They simply stare at the wall, stare at each other, Gun’s eyes catching on Goo’s lips and staying there a while.

Gun had always imagined since they had first met how their final meeting would go; his knuckles kissing a bruise into Goo’s unmarked face, his fingers clenched and wrapped tight around his slender neck, squeezing like he was trying to hold onto him, all the way until the warmth, the light, the life he always brought with him drained out of his eyes.

He didn’t expect this, the two of them uncharacteristically silent, gazing at each other through the glass that separates them with a soft look unusual of men like them.

He feels an inexplicable tenderness suddenly. The urge to wrap his arms around Goo and never let go, until their bodies meld into each other and become one. Like they were always meant to be. One in the same, two halves of the same coin.

“I love you.” Gun cannot say.

“Get the hell out of here, Goo,” He drawls instead, leaning back in the uncomfortable metal chair. His lips twitch just barely, the closest thing to a smile he’ll allow himself to direct at the blond.

Goo just laughs, unfazed. “I’ll leave whenever the hell I want to, you bastard.” He shoots back, grinning, eyes glittering mischievously beneath his glasses.

And this, Gun thinks, is the best possible outcome.

#lookism #lookism manhwa #goo kim #gun park #gungoo

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chaoticbardlady99 · 2 years ago

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HI FIRST OF ALL LOVE YOUR WRITING second of all ! kind of specific but may I request an astarion x reader/tav where like. 90% of their time with the companions reader/tav hasn’t been able to see all that well- like. they can see colors and sort-of shapes but most details are completely incomprehensible, and through some method or another (probably someone’s attempt at “removing the tadpole” or smthn but up to you!) they’re finally able to see clearly and they’re just. completely amazed because EVERYTHING (astarion) is so beautiful actually??

Like Nothing I’ve Seen (Astarion x GN! reader)

CW- Mentions of gore and violence (due to Volo being a socially incompetent goofball) , self-esteem issues because I’m an insecure queen myself and like to deal with my feelings through my OCs

I tried to write a body neutral reader as well so everyone can imagine themselves in this story! I hope I was able to pull that off.

Title inspired by the song “Beautiful Things” by Grayscale

Hello! I am so sorry this took so long. Work has been kicking my whole ass lately!!!

This has not be thoroughly proof read so I may make changes as I find them, but I was too excited to post it! I hope you enjoy!

Being a monk is hypothetically supposed to help your pain tolerance- ya know, zen and shit.

Except, you quickly learn that a crossbow bolt to the eyeball is enough to break your zen.

Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s fighting quickly subsides as you stare at the two blobs out of your (now) one only good eye- good being a stretch. Admittedly, of all the people this could have happened to, it’s probably a good thing it was you since your eyes don’t really work anyway.

The purple, silver, and black blob (who you have come to know as ‘Shadowheart’) comes running towards you, her movements frantic as she begins to try to bandage your eye. You wince as she starts to remove the crossbow bolt.

“I am so sorry,” Shadowheart says, the distress evident in her voice, “if only that gith would stop being such a problem.”

Shadowheart practically screamed the last bit, but at least you are in too much pain for the shrill sound of her voice to bother you. You never wanted to find out if eyeballs could throb- you missed the hours before breakfast when you were blissfully ignorant to the true capabilities of your eyeballs.

The hostile green ball, Lae’zel, comes charging over with an insult sitting on the tip of her tongue before another blob knocks her aside.

“Walk it off Lae’zel,” you hear Karlach say with heavy amounts of exasperation.

Lae’zel grumbles as she storms off; Shadowheart continues to slowly work on you as you wince, whimper, and feel the tears start to fall.

“What did you do?!”

The rage in his voice rattles your bones- if tones could kill, Shadowheart would have keeled over. The radiant blob of your lover is in Shadowheart’s face (at least you hope it’s her face).

“Fangs, put them away!”

“Oh? Were you this anal when they were SHOOTING CROSSBOWS KARLACH?!”

You are beginning to feel dizzy and the yelling isn’t helping. Shadowheart, Karlach, and Astarion are arguing relentlessly- Karlach attempting to mediate. At some point Gale and Wyll join the mix- you think they are trying to hold back Astarion, but you aren’t sure.

In all the chaos, you are unaware of Volo coming up behind you- a solution brewing in his brains.

“Don’t worry my friend,” He explains with gusto, “I can fix this!”

Before anyone can protest, Volo rips the bolt out- your eyeball coming out with it before Volo plops a spherical object in your lap.

“Tada!”

The blood curdling scream that rips through your throat as you clutch at your eye socket surprises even you. In the midst of the white, hot pain- you hear Volo running off , also screaming, away from what you think is Astarion.

You feel Shadowheart grab the spherical object from your lap as Karlach holds you down on the ground.

“Sorry Soldier, but this is probably going to hurt.”

Oh and it hurts.

Shadowheart is wiggling the eye roughly into your eye socket, apologizing the entire time. You feel your socket form around the new eye. The pain from the removal and the new addition begins to subside into a dull ache as the new eyeball makes itself at home in your head- healing energy radiating from it and Shadowheart’s palm.

You feel like you are going to throw up, pass out, or go into a fit of hysteria by the time you start trying to blink your eyes open. You stare down at the grass below you and watch as a red bug with black spots walks along one of the blades before taking flight.

You freeze- the world is definitely not blobbish anymore. You run your fingers through the soft, green grass.

Has it always looked this way?

“How is the new eye?” Shadowheart says nervously.

You look over at her and try to stifle your shock.

Shadowheart is stunning and Karlach is just as awe inspiring as Shadowheart.

“Are you okay, Soldier?”

Sometimes you forget that your companions don’t know about your vision issues. You are able to hide your vision deficit well due to your years of training as a monk teaching you how to rely heavily on your other senses and the energy in the air.

You have come to adore all of your companions for their personalities, their laughs- Astarion especially. However, now you understand why perfect strangers come up to your companions with enamored voices.

“You catch him, Fangs?” Karlach says in a teasing town.

You hear Astarion scowl, “the bastard ran off and disappeared before I could even get near him.”

Astarion appears out from the corner of your eye and kneels in front of you. You try so hard to keep the surprise and adoration from showing on your face. His eyes bore into yours with an emotion that is not recognizable. A tick of frustration flares in your mind- now you have to learn an entirely new set of rules for social interaction.

Except, you’ll deal with that later. For now, you have a literal God kneeling in front of you, his hand cupping your cheek and surveying your new eye.

Gods he’s incredible.

“You’re beautiful,” you whisper involuntarily.

As the blush spreads along your cheeks, Astarion breaks out in a bright, beautiful smile.

“Well that settles it, your vision is working just fine!”

He gives you a quick kiss on your lips- your face feels like it’s on fire.

It has been a little over a week since the tiefling party. He had been distant with you initially after your midnight tryst and you had felt quite broken over it. Well- until you had been spending time with Gale at the campfire talking about the Monastery you grew up in and his experiences with the weave. Astarion had barged into the conversation, sat down next to you, and had practically pulled you into his lap next to the campfire. After that night, you’ve become inseparable- sleeping in each other’s tents, more midnight trysts, cuddling, spending the whole night talking or playing games. You spend alone time with your other companions- he would never control you or dictate who you spend time with. He would spy on you and Gale, but he would never prevent you from talking to him.

“No my dear, I trust you. I just don’t trust the boot muncher.”

“You really need to stop saying that,” your serious demeanor cracking, “he doesn’t actually eat the boots.”

He snickered, “oh ya? Then why have we never seen them after he absorbs them? And yet everyone judges my feeding habits!”

Astarion helps you up off the ground and you are dizzy from all the new stimuli around you. His hands find purchase on your hips as he helps steady you. You take advantage of the support and look around your camp.

It all looked exactly how you did and did not imagine. Your brain feels like it’s having a war between what your senses tell you about the land versus what your eyes are saying. You can label everything in the camp because you know where it is based on location, but none of it looks like the way you had anticipated- in fact, it was all far more breathtaking than you imagined.

“What are you thinking about Darling,” he whispers against your ear.

A pleasant shiver runs down your spine, a smile consuming your face.

“I was thinking it might be fun to go explore around camp and make sure my eye is really working.”

He stares at you with an unreadable expression, “I’m sure the environment and your sight hasn’t changed that much?”

Ah, that look means confusion.

“Don’t be such a pessimist,” you put your hand on your hip and flash a grin, “besides, it’s not like I asked you to go with me.”

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Astarion walks leisurely behind you as you make a point of touching anything you can reach. He thought you were the most normal one at camp (mentally at the very least), but he is beginning to think he misjudged you.

You are twirling around the forest like you’ve never been in one before. You ask him questions about specific objects and express a great deal of interest in everything you come across- you even find the rocks interesting. While he did find the strangeness to be odd, he still couldn’t help but relish in the genuine, innocent joy on your face. Astarion feels an unfamiliar warmth spread throughout his body while he watches you as you bound around the forest floor.

Astarion is slowly recognizing that his plan is unraveling, but only a little bit. He had thought you would be the lovesick puppy chasing him around camp, but, as Karlach has pointed out to him, it’s the opposite.

He finds himself always making an inventory of where you are in relation to him, who you are talking to, and your feelings- even the ones he is currently disrespecting by attempting to gain your undying protection.

Now Astarion is here- watching you follow a bumble bee towards a large Oak tree.

As you stop and make a point of sitting down under a tree, you touch the various flowers scattered in the grass and excitedly chat about the details of the flower. Astarion silently sits next to you with a smile and takes a look at your face- you look like a blind man seeing for the first time. The realization hits him like an eldritch blast.

“Darling?”

You hum.

“Have you not been able to see until today?”

Astarion watches as you tense up and your eyes meet his. Astarion struggles to discern the look in your eyes- it’s somewhere between fear and apprehension. He offers you a small smile before you break eye contact with a sigh.

“I, um, was sick as a baby. My mom left me outside of a monastery. I guess whatever I was sick with attacked my vision so I could only really see colors and the basic outlines of the things,” Astarion looks at you as if to encourage you to go on so you continue, “it’s never affected me though. The monks taught me how to use my other senses and taught me how to sense energy in the air.”

Astarion is still trying to wrap his head around the fact that a. He was right and b. You slept with him without knowing what he looks like? C. You are easily the second strongest in your little gang of weirdos and the entire time you could barely see.

“So when you told me I was beautiful last week?”

You blush and hide your soft grin. He hears your heart begin to race.

“I really did mean it then,” you pause,” but it’s a different kind of beautiful. I think you are a very good person- I just adore you. Your smile, your laugh, your personality- even the snarky bits. Or when you are at your absolute worst.”

You pause and give him a joking smile, “You are a real pain in the ass though. I didn’t know why everyone is so enamored with you, but now I can see why all those tiefling women kept flirting with you at the party now though.”

He tries to hide the frown that threatens to reveal itself and he sees the panic flash in your eyes.

“Not that I’m saying you are nothing but your looks because that is not true,” you bite your lip, “I just know I came to like you for who you are on the inside and that was…. Quite the experience.”

“Are you suggesting I’m an acquired taste?!”

“Hmmm,” you tap your chin, “ I suppose that is exactly what I’m saying.”

“I am truly heartbroken darling, I thought we had something special.”

He huffs playfully and pretends to be upset- ignoring the butterflies in his stomach. Astarion’s heart clenches as you look at him with the same warmth he is feeling. You break eye contact from him and he can’t help but feel disappointed.

“We do, you’re just lucky I’m a monk and I’ve been forced to practice patience my whole life.”

Astarion is lost for words as he turns over what you just said in his head. You scratch the back of your neck and start talking again.

“And not to mention, you deserve someone who is going to take the time to know you for you- not just adore you for what you look like. You are really one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met Star.”

We do. Incredible. Star.

His body feels like it might explode from the chaos of emotions spirals through his body. He thinks maybe the effects of the tadpole are wearing off because he feels like he is burning alive. He fights the urge to take you right there in the flowers.

A couple minutes later, you look up at him again- that same fear in your eyes, but also some hope. After you realize he isn’t going to say anything, you speak again.

“I am not entirely sure why you have gravitated towards me, but I really like you. I understand if you don’t feel the same way and we can just go back to being friends,” you pause, “and you won’t lose my protection. I still intend on helping you be free of Cazador once and for all.”

You look away from him, hands fiddling with the flowers. Astarion is still digesting everything you just said to him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t reciprocate your feelings (even if he refuses to admit he does), he just doesn’t… deserve someone like you.

He had always been under the assumption that monks were stuffy and by-the-book. You had taken him by complete surprise. You are slyly funny, have no problems with bending the rules if it means helping someone (he doesn’t care for the intent of bending the rules, but he likes bending the rules), and you are accepting. You aren’t neutral with your feelings unless you are trying to mediate an argument or make the best decision for the group.

He appreciates how blunt you are in private- he never has to try to guess what’s on your mind. You make him feel safe like no one else has for the last 200 years.

How could I not gravitate towards you?

It also occurs to him that you have never seen yourself- how your eyes twinkle when you smile or the dimples that grace your cheeks. You hadn’t even seen your body- the same body he was starstruck by and, despite the dissociation and icky feelings, he was able to enjoy the sex between you to some extent.

He gets up from his spot on the ground next to you- your shoulders slightly slumping in defeat.

“Oh stop being so dramatic darling,” he teasingly smiles at you, “get up- I have something to show you.”

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You blindly follow Astarion to his tent- you had asked him what he wanted to show you the entire walk back, but he refused to disclose that information.

Once you were in camp, Astarion had wrapped some cloth around your eyes before dragging you in the direction of his tent.

“Now you stay right here- don’t move a muscle.”

“Oh you mean like-“

He interrupts you by swatting your hand away from his curls. You pout playfully and he pulls you to his chest before kissing you deeply. You are shocked by his actions and his gasp of surprise tells you he is just as shocked too. You feel him pull back as you start to melt against him, your hands tangled in his hair. An impatient whine escapes your lips. He chuckles.

“No, no, no,” he says, “not yet. Now stay still or there’s no more kisses for you.”

“No more kisses!?”

“You heard me!”

You stay still- the threat is more than enough to convince you to stop. You can hear and sense Astarion rustling around the tent, placing various objects of different vibrations all around his tent. It feels like it takes eons as he readjusts and moves the objects around. Finally, Astarion hums with approval.

“Alright darling, you can take the blind fold off now.”

You take off your blindfold eagerly and your eyes adjust to the warm light in the tent. As you look around, you see that Astarion had set up every mirror he owns all around the tent.

Mirrors.

You stare back at who you can only presume to be yourself. You take in all your features- dissecting yourself. The longer you stare at yourself, the unhappier you become.

You know that Astarion’s intent is good (or you hope it is), but you can’t help the frown that takes place on your face. You are so plain in comparison to Astarion and everyone in camp. Why would he want to be with you when he could have someone as stunning as Shadowheart? Someone equally as interesting to look at?

“What’s wrong,” Astarion says with alarm in his voice.

You suddenly become aware of the hot tears running down your cheeks as Astarion cups your face with his hands. You shake your head, crying harder as he wipes your tears away.

“Darling, please.”

The desperation in his voice causes you to finally meet his eyes, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“ I’m so plain looking,” you state with venom in your voice, “the rest of you are all beautiful in unique ways and I just look like everyone else.”

He scowls, shaking his head at you.

“That is not even slightly true.”

He twirls you around in his arms and has you facing the mirrors again. You have to remind myself that he is behind you still as you feel his fingers trace the details of your face (it would really ruin the moment if you elbowed him in the ribs).

“No one shines like you do. No one smiles like you or laughs like you- crinkles their eyes when they are happy like you. You are funny and intelligent; and by the Gods you are powerful. The fact that you have been fighting blind this whole time is absolutely incredible. You, darling, are a force of nature,” he puts his face in the crook of your neck, kissing the delicate skin, “I may say a lot of honeyed words, but I wouldn’t say them if they weren’t true.

“And, in all my 200 years of living, I must say, you are like no beauty I have ever seen before.”

You can’t help but smile brightly and you try to look at yourself the way he sees you. Maybe you can see the person he is referring to, but you just need more time to get used to actually seeing yourself. Maybe with time, you will be able to see how brightly you shine too- you’ll just have to work at it.

You smile at yourself softly and say a quiet you’re wonderful to yourself before looking away from the mirrors.

You turn around and give Astarion a soft, long kiss- he sighs into it, meeting your tempo until you pull away; Breathless like a fish out of water. He puts his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes.

“Thank you, Astarion- I think you shine too.”

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion x reader #astarion #astarion x you #astarion romance #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #astarion x tav #baldurs gate astarion #volo

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scribblestatic · 1 month ago

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So, I was going to start the fourth post of Centaur!Izuku off in the same sort of chronological order as most stuff, but you know what?

Nah. I don't think I wanna do that right now. There's a lot of "future" stuff that I wanna write, and it's not like this is an official sort of story thing. So yeah, I'm gonna write what I immediately want right now.

Also, when I think of Izuku's body proportions and the chest hair I mentioned, I'm thinking of this art by carol_cao_ on Instagram. Really my favorite centaurs of all time.

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Izuku wakes up between 5:15 and 5:45 AM on most days. He has a little barn-style house nestled away in the forest within U.A.'s massive borders. Over the time of his habitation, little wildflowers have started blooming around it despite Izuku not recalling having ever planted them.

He has a naturally soft personality and voice, with an easy-going attitude that becomes less unsure and wary with time. Had he had a fully humanoid body, he would probably be considered a small yet kind individual, but he's a gentle giant the fact that he's quite big.

In just three years of better food, exercise, and care, he's become much healthier, with a glimmering sheen to his hair and fur and a thickness to his whole body. Despite having speckles and spots, his equine side looks more Friesian, being light but bulky, with thick legs and firm cloven hooves peeking out from the curls around them.

Though, the fur around his body and the wick of his tail are both strangely long, more akin to a Borzoi than an equine being.

Being an adolescent, he's still not as big as he's going to be in the future. Through his stretching exercises, he's also quite flexible around both of his waists, and, with the help of his upper equine body, he can reach his back hooves. Even still, if allowed, at least one person could ride on his back (though that's not an offer he's given anyone, nor something anyone has suggested).

He keeps his hair long, past his shoulders, in a look not to dissimilar to Aizawa. However, his hair has more curls and he does more with it, like braiding it, weaving flowers and ribbons into it, and trying out various hairstyles.

He doubts himself a lot because he didn't get the same sort of education as other kids his age. And, admittedly, he still gets a bit spooked by lots of human contact. So, despite living on U.A.'s grounds since he was 12, he has yet to actually approach other kids, preferring to watch them from a distance, and usually only if they were travelling to other locations than the main school building.

That is, until the USJ Incident.

The days before, when the press breaks in, Izuku is quite startled. He's not usually near the school anyway, so the League doesn't realize his existence yet. Even so, Izuku has a feeling that something is going to go wrong and feels anxious about it.

In his anxiety, he starts straying closer to areas students and teachers may be around. He listens to where the buses go when he's near a paved road and peeks at the them sometimes.

(He's unaware that this habit, something he's done every once in a while when feeling anxious or wants to go people watching, has started a small school rumor of a cryptid living in the forest among older students. His greenish black fur blends quite well into his surroundings, actually, so few students get a good look at him.)

On this particular day, he's close to the USJ. His heart feels so unsettled, causing his stomach to twist in discomfort. He keeps pacing around between collecting herbs, doing homework, and exercising, constantly passing near the road to that building.

During one of his passes, he stops. Listens. Hears someone approaching.

Looking out from the trees, he sees a boy with purple hair running with every cell of his body down the road toward the school. He looks like he's out of breath, but that doesn't stop him from pushing himself past his limits to keep running.

Izuku follows him from the trees, watching him while looking back toward the building growing further in the distance...

Something is wrong.

He isn't sure how to do this...talk to people who aren't adults. Who aren't heroes or police. He's gotten accustomed to his bubble.

But if there's a student running from class so desperately...

Tentatively, he steps out just a bit from the forest a little ahead of where the boy is running.

He stops, tensing up, his legs and arms shaking with the strain of his effort. He gasps with each breath, trying to get more oxygen in.

"Uhm..." Izuku looks down, feeling sweat bead on the back of his neck. Hasn't he gotten better at talking with new people? Maybe he hasn't after all... "A...Are you..."

The boy grits his teeth, his fists balling.

"I--" gasp "don't have..." wheeze "time for this!!"

Balled fists. Defensive stance. Blown eyes. He smells of fear.

The boy is afraid of him.

Izuku's front legs fall to a kneel as he brings his body to the ground. His head lowers between his shoulders as much as comfortably possible, his fingers latticing as he brings his arms close to his chest.

He is now smaller. His fingers are intertwined, so he can't grab quickly. His hooves are tucked under him, so he won't use them as weapons. This usually gets wary animals to calm down around him.

He could roll onto his back and expose his stomach, but he's not sure that's necessary yet. After all, his current behavior seems to confuse the boy, whose determined yet frantic expression turns more apprehensive than confrontational.

"...Help?" Izuku manages to ask. "...Need help?"

The boy's breathing is becoming more steady, but his legs twitch. He grits his teeth, and Izuku realizes that he probably can't run away as he is now. He starts lowering further, bringing his human chest as close to the ground as possible (his human chest can't touch the ground; his equine chest won't allow it, much like how a horse's neck can't touch the ground unless the horse is on its side).

He blinks up at the stranger from near the ground, pressing his cheek to the concrete.

"Do you need help?"

The boy stares, incredulous.

"...Are you a villain?"

"No--"

As soon as he answers, he feels a slight fog wash over his mind...

He blinks, and the fog is gone.

The boy flinches, backing up a step before falling onto his backside. Izuku twitches, wanting to have stopped him from falling, but remains low and unmoved. Trying to help him by touching him would do more harm than good, probably.

There's silence between them.

Eventually, the boy speaks, huffing but no longer breathless.

"...Villains. There's villains in the USJ. We're being attacked."

Izuku's eyes widen in shock, raising his head off the street.

"I need... I need to get the teachers. All Might didn't come to class with us today. They were looking for All Might. I have to... I have to try to get to the school."

"Oh! Oh, uhm...I... I can run. Fast. Yes. We need to be fast."

He stumbles up to his feet, still reeling from the fact that there's villains attacking his uncle and unntie on U.A. property. Being less careful than he could've been, he plops kneels down again in front of the boy, showing his back to him.

"Please get on."

Understanding what he means, the boy quickly climbs on and--

Oh.

Oh, he hates this.

His back legs want to buck to get him right off. The skin and fur of his withers flinch and jolt, being taken back to those times the farmhands would try to ride him.

But now isn't the time for that.

"Where should I--"

Sweating with discomfort, Izuku grabs the boy's hands and pulls them around his human waist. He can feel the sweat on his skin and the exhausted tremble of his muscles. The boy probably won't be able to hold on unless he does it for him.

He opens his mouth to apologize for grabbing him suddenly, but bile is rolling up his throat, so he swallows and stands up instead.

He knows the way to the school, despite rarely ever approaching the building unless it was utterly devoid of students. So, without input from the boy on his back it's not them it's not them it's not them, he ensures he's holding on tightly and eases into a full-tilt dash to his family.

Unlike horses, Izuku has the benefit of a good chunk of his human body being taken up by lungs. Moreover, his hearts, having more areas to pump to, are quite large, enough to thump almost audibly when put under pressure. He also exercises frequently and tends to push himself to get stronger.

As such, he's faster than a horse, and he can sustain his speed for much longer.

It's that quick and sustained speed that gets them back to the school in record time.

Although he slows down upon arrival, it's not to stop, but to make not smacking into walls and doors that much easier. Because, in truth, he doesn't stop running until he's at the teacher's lounge, quietly thankful that the school's halls have always been on the larger and taller side.

"Villains!" he gasps out, shoving the door to the teacher's lounge open with one hand while holding the boy's hands in place around his waist with the other. "Villains are attacking the USJ!"

And the teachers know well that Izuku is not one to lie or say such things as a joke. Having one of Class 1-A's students desperately clinging to the front of his shirt, looking absolutely windswept, also motivates them to act fast.

After that, things are a bit of a blur.

Having heard the commotion, All Might forced himself to beef up once again and head out, as he should've from the start. The other heroes prepped vehicles to get them out there to the USJ. As they did, the boy, Shinsou, watched as the boy who had helped him shivered and shuddered, hugging himself as he's comforted by Midnight, his art history teacher.

He can't hear what he's saying to her, but she's offering comforting words as she holds his cheeks in her hands.

It's curious. But more than that, he's curious as to why his quirk didn't work on him.

He felt when his control, barely established, broke apart like wet paper. All it had taken was a single little blink for what little settlement he'd made to be completely eradicated. And he really wasn't sure what to make of that.

But, at the very least, seeing how this stranger boy was familiar with the heroes, he hadn't lied. He wasn't a villain. But he didn't look like a hero either.

Who was he?

They would've sent Iida Tenya to do the run to the heroes. However, he had been swept away by the warp villain's quirk, joining Asui and Mineta in the flooded zone. He'd struggled with some water clogging his engines from the sudden drop, but he was able to burn it away with air pressure, helping the other two defeat the submerged villains as quickly as possible.

Even so, none of them had been fast or strong enough to keep Aizawa from having his face smashed in. None of the students were able to prevent No. 13 from dissolving some of their skin and muscle into dust, having their quirk turned against them.

But Shinsou had been able to temporarily force the warp user to pause so the others could let him escape and run for help before other villains came to attack. Then, by some stroke of luck, he happened across the Cryptid of U.A., who was strange but amicable enough to help. And so, the school was able to avoid any casualties, although the teachers present for the class sustained severe injuries.

When asked how Shinsou was able to get to the teachers so quickly, well, there was no reason to hide that he'd gotten help. At least, that was how he saw it.

And so, their curiosity piqued, Class 1-A began asking more questions about the strange horse man amongst themselves.

So, a few days before the Sports Festival, while they're outside at the end of that day's training, Aizawa calls them over, his body still mostly wrapped up in bandages.

"Since you brats won't stop yapping, and he agreed, there's someone we'll introduce to you."

Class 1-A stare wide-eyed as a person carefully walks up beside him. They look to be young, but of course, from his waist down, he looks to be a horse. He's a head and a bit taller than Aizawa, but he has his fingers latticed as he smiles nervously at the others, with large eyes and soft features indicating his youth.

One of the kids watching on stiffens.

"This is Kayama Izuku. He stays at U.A. He's not a student, essentially a civilian. As future heroes, remember to treat him as such."

"I-It's nice...to meet you," he murmurs, bowing politely at the human waist, even as he sways side-to-side on his legs.

"Don't crowd him and be polite. Well, get on with it," Aizawa sighs, turning and stiltedly walking away to give the kids space to associate, going over to rest on a nearby bench.

Nearly immediately, Ashido raises her hand, making the stranger boy blink as his ears shoot straight up.

"Hi, I'm Ashido Mina! It's nice to meet you!"

"Asui Tsuyu. Call me Tsuyu."

Several of them say their names before the questions start coming.

"Are you the one who helped Shinsou-kun?"

"Uhm. Yes."

"Oooh!!"

"You really saved our butts there, Kayama-kun! Thank you!"

The boy immediately starts blushing through his tan, his face visibly turning more red as he smiles and sweats nervously.

"I-It's my pleasure."

"Waaah, how polite!" Hagakure cheers. "And your hair is so cute!"

"How old are you?" Ojiro asks. "Most of us are 15."

"Oh! I'm, uhm, 15, too."

"Cool! Are you in the general education course?"

Izuku freezes up a little, ears flattening.

"Uhm...no. I, ah...I don't go to school here. I mean, I do. But, uhm, I'm in...a special education course? I think that's what it's called."

Some of the kids got what he meant while others didn't, asking what sorts of things he learned in it. Asui interrupted this line of questioning with the question others were going out of their way to avoid despite constantly looking at his waist and legs.

"I have a habit of saying what's on my mind. Kayama-chan, is your quirk related to your body like mine is, or is your quirk something else? My quirk is called Frog, by the way."

"Nice one, Asui-chan!" other members of the class think.

Izuku perks up. "Oh, uhm, I don't have another quirk."

He walks forward a little so he can turn to the side, showing off more of his curling coat of fur, cloven hooves, and tail.

"It's called Centaurus. Uhm, like a centaur from...Roman? I think...no...Greek? Mythology. Or something...it's related to mythology," he concludes sheepishly. "I don't have much else than this."

They keep talking like this for a while until it's time for them to leave. Izuku waves goodbye to them, thinking of everything overall being a good time. Sure, he was anxious with all those people looking at him, but they seemed nice enough.

Feeling a little exhausted, he turns to find Aizawa napping on the bench, so he goes to rest with his uncle for a while, but--

"...So that's how you're gonna play this. Huh, Deku?"

#static writes #dp writes #centaur izuku au #bnha au #mha #bnha #au post 4 #don't worry #katsuki isn't going to be a complete asshole #but he is about to be very frustrated

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slxsherbunny · 2 years ago

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Shelter from the Storm (Brahms Heelshire x GN reader)

Anon: Can we get some fluffy cuddles with wall boy, Brahms? Where he just craves cuddling time? 💞💞 (It's nice to see a new face btw! So far I really enjoy your writing :D Can't wait to see more of your work!!)

(Re-post from my older, defunct blog!)

When you return to the house, the windows are all dark, save for one. When you’d left in the morning, you had made sure the lights were all off, one of your duties that remained from when you’d first started working for the Heelshires. You had gone into town in the morning to fetch some groceries, and run a few errands, though your speed was admittedly hampered by the weather. The rain was heavy, thick droplets that seemed to chill you to the bone, your umbrella the last line of defense from the torrential downpour. It was rare these days that you would leave, though when you did, you felt a looming sense of guilt about it- you understood why Brahms might not want to tag along on your errands, but it made you feel awful leaving him behind at home.

You shake off the thoughts and the rain, and unlock the front door quietly, slipping inside. You wonder if Brahms had seen you pull into the driveway, if he’d been watching all morning for your return. Your suspicions are confirmed when you turn to hang up your jacket, and Brahms is there. You greet him softly, part of you worried he’ll be angry you were gone so long. He waits all of ten seconds for you to take your muddied boots and drenched jacket off, before he’s got you in an embrace. His arms are tight around you, and you can’t help but notice how warm he is, especially compared to the storm outside. You find yourself melting into his embrace, a little desperate for the extra heat. “Did you miss me?” you tease, though the way he squeezes you slightly harder, a little warning, tells you he isn’t in a joking mood. In an instant, he has you by the wrist, leading you deeper into the house. You find yourself cursing the sudden loss of warmth pressed against you; but you follow, as you imagine there isn’t much of a choice.

You find yourself in one of the house's many sitting rooms, the fireplace already alive and crackling. You look around the room for a brief moment, and find that the window to the outside provides a perfect view of the long stretch of driveway. You feel that small pang of guilt again- how long had he been sitting here, waiting for you to come home? Before you can get too caught up in your worry, Brahms is pulling you down, onto the plush sofa, and into his lap. You go without hesitation, his arms snaking around you, and your torso pressed against his. He’s so warm, you can’t help but worm as close to him as possible, which you’re sure is what he wants. A crash of thunder sounds from outside, and his grip on you tightens, just short of crushing. It dawns on you then, that your absence may not have been the only thing troubling him today. He holds you like that for a moment, before seemingly growing restless. He moves you, his weight shifting on top of you, and for the briefest of moments you’re reminded of a heated blanket. He curls up on top of you like that, a bit too tall and wide to find comfortably with another person on the couch, and your hands find their way to his hair, stroking softly. He hums contentedly, fingers finding purchase in the fabric of your clothes. He holds you, as if worried that you’ll disappear if he lets go. Eventually, he slots his arms around your waist, and you suspect you aren’t going anywhere soon. Not that you mind; these moments of genuine affection could be rare with Brahms, and usually led to him wanting more than just cuddling. If you had to ride out the storm like this, in his arms, then that wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

#brahms heelsire x reader #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire #slasher x reader #slasher fandom #sfw

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depravitycentral · 2 years ago

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Hii I think I've read all your hxh stuff but the Tumblr blog search is kinda scuffed so if you've already answered something like this just ignore me

Anyway I was curious to know how/if you think the phantom troupe members would share a partner. Like maybe not all of them sharing one partner (that's the dream fr tho lol) but maybe 2 or 3 members sharing one if any of them are into that

Then that leads me to my next two questions, Kurapika and Leorio, would they share a partner or are they just not into that

Then lastly (and if you don't write for them or have any ideas that's fine ignore this) do you think Silva and Kikyo would keep a little "pet" around?

Anyway sorry for the long ask, I guess I could have split this up but I didn't want to spam your box 😅 have a lovely day! ❤️

Please ignore how late this answer is... Also the answer to the Silva/Kikyo question will be posted separately!

Tw: kidnapping, mentions of physical violence, manipulation, mentioned non-con

I was wondering how long it would take before poly yanderes would be discussed on this blog!!

My personal philosophy on poly yandere relationships is that they only work in very, very specific circumstances. The whole concept of a yandere is someone who feels such blinding and overwhelming love and desire for another person that they literally throw their morals out the window just for the chance to bask in a bit of affection or love from their special someone, and adding another person into the equation doesn't exactly fit this vision.

Most yanderes don't want to share you - you're theirs, simple and plain, and often only a very specific person could be the one exception to this rule. Even then, the relationship is often still strained, because unless feelings develop between the two yanderes themselves, jealousy will always be an issue and you as the darling will have to be very careful about making sure you give equal amounts of love and time to each yandere.

But instead of focusing on the logistics of it, let's discuss the actual pairs/their dynamics!!

Machi and Pakunoda are the least resistant to sharing. They respect each other, and while it may be a stretch to call them friends, this respect and trust has led to a solid foundation for them to build off of. Neither are especially forceful with their darlings, instead preferring to hover and take care of them with minimal physical force, and this helps keep both of them placated. Machi is sort of the bad cop while Pakunoda is the good cop, but the reason this pairing works so well is that they help bring out qualities in each other that would normally be their weak points. Pakunoda helps Machi relax and warm up to physical affection with her, because her own natural touchiness is easier to convince Machi that touching you won't be the disaster she's so sure of. And Machi helps Pakunoda attend to every facet of your wellbeing - Machi properly feeds you, tends to any wounds of yours, makes sure that you're getting enough sunlight, that you're still moving and not becoming lethargic, all things that Pakunoda knows she should do but sometimes skips in favor of kissing you or spoiling you. These two are definitely the best pair to get stuck with - still overbearing about your safety and hard to handle always watching you, but certainly better than others.

Shalnark and Chrollo are, admittedly, not equal players in this partnership. Most likely, Shalnark initially became interested in you, and upon Chrollo's eventually learning of your existance, he found himself charmed as well. Shalnark wasn't the happiest at the notion of sharing, but he sees the partnership as an opportunity to help keep you in line and make himself look good. He and Chrollo are both very, very talented manipulators, and by playing off of each other, they're able to present themselves as simply loving partners, managing to gaslight you into thinking that you're overreacting about them being 'horrible' and 'evil' for kidnapping you and forcing you to be their partner. And frankly, it works - they're convincing, and because you get no reprieve or time away from them both at once, eventually you will begin seeing things their way. This isn't a particularly desirable relationship, if only because while you'll eventually be happy (your mind too mixed up to even realize you're unhappy, that is), you'll lose a piece of yourself in a way that you wouldn't with other pairings. You'll be somewhat of a shell of your former self - still you, but with the parts that they like emphasized, and the more problematic parts of your personality (like your desire to leave them) being repressed.

Uvogin and Nobunaga is possible, but it's unlikely that things would last long. This is because Nobunaga is particularly delusional, and Uvogin is particularly lucid. And this combo - Nobuanga's infantilization of you and Uvogin's leniency in your independence - spells out disaster. Things would be tense; arguments would sprout often, with you left to awkwardly stand in the middle, desperately hoping that Uvogin will win the argument. (You don't like him either, but at least his ideas are less dehumanizing than Nobunaga's.) I think it could work, if they worked hard enough to establish how to treat you, but you'd be constantly walking on eggshells around them. (Plus, if you think your poor pussy is getting a little too much action with just one of them as your yandere, then get ready - they fuck you every night, nearly, one taking your cunt while the other shoves himself down your throat. Occasionally they'll even try for your ass, though Uvogin has the sense to force Nobunaga to get you properly prepped before he fucks what he thinks is 'her best hole - it's so tight'. They're just gross, and you'll very obviously favor Uvogin - which once again sparks problems of jealousy. So it's possible, but unlikely to work out.

Phinks and Feitan is another unlikely combo - their types are very different, firstly, but if they did manage to develop feelings for you, things will become very violent very fast. Neither wants to hurt you (at least, not deep down), but they don't exactly agree on how to punish you or respond to your misbehaviors. Feitan is more strict, deciding that you must be punished when you act out because it's the only way to get you to behave how they want. Phinks doesn't share this mindset - he's more of a sucker than Feitan, more inclined to just make you promise not to do it again and then naively believe that you meant it. And this leads to problems - their treatment of you is so radically different, both in the way that they speak to you and how they touch you, that they'll be fighting over nearly everything. And while you won't ever be physically harmed, you'll be subject to watch them physically fight when they're arguing, swinging fists and lightning fast moves making you curl up into a ball because god, they're monsters. Again, it's possible if they can figure out a system that's a compromise for both of them, but it's unlikely.

This probably isn't the answer you're looking for, but it's my opinion! There are probably some more pairings that could potentially work, but these are the ones I see being most likely.

Unrelated to the Phantom Troupe, some other pairs I could see being potentially successful are: Leorio and Kurapika (they're into that!! more protection, as far as Kurapika is concerned, and Leorio is more clingy than possessive, so he wouldn't mind sharing with his best friend whom he is already displaying borderline homoerotic tendencies towards), Knuckle and Morel, Misturi and Obanai, Uzui + wives, Douma and Akaza though it would be very, very rocky and is significantly more unstable than these other matchups, Aizawa and Hizashi, Overhaul and Chrono, Tendou and Ushijima, Bokuto and Akaashi, Hinata and Kenma, don't ask me why but Goshiki and Kindaichi, Kita and Aran, Suna and Osamu

#_lee discusses #yandere hxh #_hxh #yandere kny #yandere bnha #yandere haikyuu #_bnha #_haikyuu #_kny #_all fandoms

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