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[starseungs]

to love you like the snow melts. ksm.

kim seungmin x gn!reader — if seungmin wanted to be loved like a planet being discovered, he wanted to love you like the snow melted during the cusp of spring.

GENRE/S — fluff, maybe kinda emotional (or is that just me), slight college au mentioned in passing, he fell first trope • 1.1k words

WARNING/S — nothing really unless you're not into lovesick pining, story told in seungmin's pov, slightly unedited cz idk

( ✒️ ) happy seungmin day !! i think i dissociated while writing this fic cause man... i barely remember shit 😭 i originally had a plan going into writing this but it just got thrown out the window by my brain apparently (also this fic is inspired by one of the results in this quiz cause i loved the prompt i got so much) this fic is a bit short but i hope yall like it <3

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Seungmin’s eyes love to rest on you. 

That was an undoubtable fact in his life—one that he, himself, doesn’t even know how it started. Yet, the acknowledgement of this unknown didn’t bother him at all. If anything, it was a source of comfort for him; a way of reminding himself of the joy in living. To Seungmin, one thing was for certain: He was given the gift of sight to experience you in your entire beauty.

He first met you in a university lecture, where you simply happened to frequent the seat just a row behind and two chairs away from where he usually sat. Perhaps he was enamored from the very beginning. It was like his gaze would always find a way back to you whenever you were in his immediate vicinity, reminiscent of a magnet longing to cling to metal.

That was also the way he took in your presence as a whole. Seungmin was a man starved for knowledge, desperately clawing for anything he could get to broaden his desired expertise that was you. He particularly loved the way your eyes drooped whenever the lecture of the day bore you, as well as your tendency to make origami on available paper during the times you could care less to listen. The latter always ended up with you blinking endearingly after a successful craft, glancing around the people near you to figure out who to present it to.

Oh, how he wished he had been over there instead, happily receiving a paper star to keep. However, it was your friends that surrounded you on a daily, barely giving you time to be alone. And maybe you didn’t want to be alone—another thing about you that he’d like to discover the truth to. But he thought that until the day he somehow found himself stumbling into your life, he’d have to be grateful to your friends for making you shine the way you deserved every step of the way.

So, imagine his surprise when he finally got the chance to make a mark in the vast expanse of your world.

The opportunity came in the form of a group project with you; the catalyst in which his whole life began to change. Friendly introductions of obligation quickly turned into incessant strings of conversation, bringing the two of you closer. The sheer pace of the development was overwhelming. Seungmin never thought his presence bore enough weight for gravity to grab him by the neck and lock him in the system of the star that was you. 

It was a trip and a half, consisting of countless miles to lap around with seemingly no end. So much, that he feared falling out of your grace—to be like a passing asteroid who foolishly dreamt of becoming a planet. Seungmin was endlessly yearning to solidify his place in your world, just like he always wanted. And still, despite that all, he didn’t show it. He merely laughed when you laughed, stayed silent when you needed silence, and experienced anger on your behalf when you couldn’t show it for yourself. 

Because Kim Seungmin knew that you needed to be loved patiently.

Even throughout the tightrope of uncertainty he walked months on like his life depended on it, he never once made it seem like he was waiting on a move from you. If Seungmin wanted to be loved like a planet being discovered, he wanted to love you like the snow melted during the cusp of spring. 

Seungmin knew that even with the shows of your cheery demeanor, your heart still remained frosted over from your previous winters. That even when your fingers danced their way to intertwine with his, there was still that moment of hesitation. He was forever thankful that you caught him from falling when he did, refusing to let him disappear into the abyss. Yet, who was lighting up the skies of which you lay under to stare at each day?

He longed to give you a love that was true. One where he showed you how warmth creeped in with small trickles of heat, giving you enough time to decide whether you truly wanted it or not. Love that was considerate in the way that it willingly warned you of its presence, but in a way that cupped your cheeks and sang you lullabies. To love you gently as to not sully your shoes with messy, muddy soil of the ground peeking out from beneath the snow. 

To Seungmin, there was no greater gift than being able to be the sign of your spring.

“Baby?” You called out to him softly, a flash of concern twinkling behind your gaze. “Is anything wrong?”

Seungmin feels like he was just coaxed out of a trance, previously being too occupied studying the details of you at the moment, as if he hadn’t already spent the past hour doing just that. A string of golden celebration banners made its presence known in the corner of his eye, briefly acknowledging the once-a-year greeting printed on them. The slight smell of smoke fully brought him back to his senses, finally glancing down towards the cake with a small lit-up candle you were presenting him.

Right. It was his birthday today.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “No,” he replies truthfully. “Everything is perfect.” Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion, having trouble making sense of the situation. Seungmin has half a mind to think if you would forgive him if he tried to straighten it out with his thumbs as a tease.

“But, you’re not blowing out your candles,” you purse your lips in contemplation. He feels an unstoppable force creeping up to turn the corners of his mouth upwards. Did you even know just how much he loves you?

“I was just enjoying the view, that’s all.”

Your demeanor visibly brightens up. “Is the cake that pretty?” Was your smug question, clearly feeling proud of yourself. “I worked hard on that, you know?” 

Seungmin only smiles. Like he always does whenever it concerns you. That warm boyish grin he had paired with a certain fond look in his eyes that his friends never failed to point out just to fluster him into oblivion. But he lets them anyway. There was no way he could ever deny the truth of how strongly he felt for you.

“I know.” 

Because he always does. 

And as he leaned forward to feel the last heat of the flickering candle before it went out, he couldn’t help but think that the snow had finally melted. His wish had already come true.

“Happy birthday, Seungmin!”

Spring has come.

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shards and splinters

parings: marc spector x reader , steven grant x reader

desc: apparently what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. now you’ve died and returned alive, perhaps it’s time to test that theory; or risk losing your life once and for all.

warnings: blood, angst, swearing, fighting, guns and gun violence, death descriptions, long as fuck, sex mentions i guess(? if you squint), hurt/comfort, gory i guess (jake🤷🏻‍♀️) writers note: idk how accurate these are bc i’ve been writing this on and off for years but cover all bases i guess xx

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the air felt different now. it was funny; you and marc had been apart hundreds, if not thousands of times, but he had never felt your absence. not like this. no, never like this. it was different now because he knew he could look for you everywhere and you would still be in that room, not breathing, not living.

he could see it all so clearly now. all of what? all of it. everything; life, your life, his life, where everything went wrong, what he should have done, should have said, how he could have saved you.

there was nothing you could have done, marc.

“that’s easy for you to say.” he mumbled, looking down at his hands. “you’re not the one who was halfway through a fucking argument when harrow took her. and if you can remember, harrow took her because of me.”

steven sighed, and went quiet.

“i should’ve died on that fucking alter.”

marc said it over and over, like a prayer, to go back in time and pull the trigger. he was fuck knows where, it looked like the middle of the desert but marc didn’t care enough to question it.

he had walked out of that pyramid and kept on walking - for hours. the hot egyptian sun had began to set, casting a rosy hue on everything. the humidity make marc’s head ache.

steven had gone silent - a small hum of anger in the back of marc’s head. it usually would have surprised marc, for steven to be the angry one. but he wasn’t sure he would never feel surprised again.

are you going to wallow here forever?

marc looked up, low sun glinting in his eyes, making him squint. but he could tell exactly who it was - crescent staff in his peripheral.

“fuck off.”

khonshu laughed. that’s one way to talk to a god.

“fuck off.” he repeated.

and why should i, mortal? why should i listen to you?

“you did this.” it was stiff, cold, a definite statement. “you did this to us.”

khonshu groaned, moving to block the sun from marc’s eyes so he could see him properly. aren’t you going to question how i am here?

“no.”

perhaps you should.

marc could never cope with khonshu’s riddles. they had always infuriated him - never getting a straight answer. but this one, he could tolerate.

“fuck does that mean?” he was looking directly into khonshu’s eyes now - something he had readily avoided for years. “and don’t give me any of your goddamn riddles.”

if you must be so blunt, it would seem like osiris has taken a liking to your poor lady wife. hathor isn’t half fond of her, either. maybe you ought to go back to the pyramid, something tells me your needed.

and he was gone. disappeared with a gust of wind, leaving marc alone in the saharan sunset, shaking and still covered in his wife’s blood.

she’s alive?

“i-” marc looked around. “i don’t-”

his eyes slipped into the back of his head.

steven took a deep breath, swallowing hard. he set off in a run - towards the pyramid.

-

“this feels so fucking weird.”

you were pressed flat against the wall, peeking around every few seconds to make sure one of harrow’s followers wasn’t coming your way.

i must admit, it’s been a while since i’ve had an avatar.

you let out a breathy laugh. was that your first ever laugh since being revived? you supposed it must be. oh, you wished it was one of steven’s jokes you were laughing at instead.

you didn’t think you’d ever find one of his jokes unfunny again.

“where is he?”

it’s hard to tell. i can’t check, unless i’d like ammit to spot me.

humming, you looked around the corner once again, breath hitching when you saw a shadow come closer.

what made your breath stop completely, however, was the slow, melodic tapping of a cane, following every footstep the person took.

harrow was less than two feet away from you.

swallowing hard, you pushed yourself against the wall even harder, back cold against the concrete. you hoped - prayed with your newfound faith in osiris and his mercy - that harrow would turn back the other way, not hearing your thumping heart.

but your luck had ran out for this lifetime.

the tapping of the cane became louder, until you could see the tip of it in your peripheral, crunching glass finally becoming audible. he was about to come around the corner, and see you. you would be impossible to miss, even the bright red of your new outfit making you stand out.

it seemed like it was impossible to escape harrow, and the tapping of his cane. he had killed you once, what would stop him from doing it again?

apparently, a guardian angel. someone spoke, making harrow turn to look behind him.

this was your chance - to slip away and turn the opposite corner, escape harrow in your new life as you couldn’t in your last.

his voice made you flinch. cool, charming, low. like a snake - exactly like a snake, now you thought about it. the way he slid through life, from the bar all those years ago, to now, awakening a centuries old god, aiming to destroy the world.

you could slither away too, though.

still holding your breath, you sidestepped along the wall, making sure to watch your step over any lose stones, until the wall fell away behind you and led you into another corridor.

as soon as the light from the hall had faded, you let out your breath, hands coming to your forehead and rubbing your eyes.

we have to keep moving. ammit is almost ready to begin.

nodding - although it felt like your brain was rattling around your skull - you looked back up and saw hathor, still looking as beautiful as ever.

this hallway was much dimmer than the last. colder, too. it was like all the light had been blocked, the only thing keeping your vision was the small, fading candles lining the walls every meter or so.

perhaps it was your natural instinct, or a new given sense as an avatar, but you could tell - something wasn’t right. something in the air had shifted, on top of the hot, sticky, egyptian heat, there was something sinister.

your years as a mercenary had taught you to recognise something - blood in the air. and there was certainly blood in the air around you.

“what is harrow’s plan?”

he wants to judge people. through ammit, he believes he can rid the world of everyone bad, even if they aren’t already bad.

“so he’s playing god?” the corridor seemed to go on forever.

he would never admit it, but yes. and ammit is the perfect enabler for him, she’ll know exactly what he’s up to, but because he can give her her power back, she’ll play along.

you scoffed lightly. “harrow isn’t stupid either. he’ll know what she thinks.”

hathor shrugged, a few paces in front of you. only time will tell, my dear.

for a few minutes, the walk along the corridor was silent. the tap of your shoes echoed down the hall, breeze from your passing flickering the candles on the wall.

why did you marry him?

it stopped you in your tracks, hathor stopping too.

“what?”

marc. why did you marry him?

you stuttered for a moment, looking around as if someone would come and help you.

i don’t mean it in a rude way. i’m the goddess of love, it’s natural for me to want to know.

“well,” you paused for a moment and began walking again, slower this time. “we were young when we met, i was coming up for 18 and he was 19.”

and?

“and i knew what i had done to him.” you swallowed. “i felt fucking awful, i thought, maybe if i get to know the guy, and he’s not as much of an ass as everyone makes him out to be, it’ll make it easier for me to forgive myself.”

the corridor kept on, as if it were never ending.

“as you can tell, it didn’t work.”

he wasn’t as much of an asshole as everyone thought?

“no, he was,” you gave a dry smile. “it just so happened that assholes are my type, and i think he worked it out pretty quickly. so after only about two months of knowing each other, he asked me on a date. a real date. it was my first ever date too, god knows anton never took me out. but god, he was such a gentleman.

he picked me up, gave me flowers, wore a fucking tie. and he payed for everything, too. dinner at a four star restaurant, a movie, then out to a bar for drinks.

i knew i had fucked up when he kissed me that night.”

you regret it?

“not for a day. and that’s my mistake- i mean, i was supposed to hate him. i told myself i would hate him. so i wouldn’t feel bad about telling someone to kill him. i didn’t even know how he got out alive- he didn’t tell me about the khonshu shit until after we got married.

oh, our wedding,” you smiled again, a real one. “it was perfect. i was twenty one, marc was twenty three. we were so young. it was a small wedding, just some friends, neither of us invited our family. it was the best night of my life.

it was the night i met steven, too. i think the stress of the day must have triggered it. and that was it- there was marc, and there was steven.”

didn’t it take a while to get used to?

the corridor began to open up, getting slightly wider by the meter. still - there was no end to it in sight.

“it did and it didn’t. i knew for a while there was something happening to him, he would disappear, look confused all the time. i knew it was a matter of time until something changed. and then came steven, perfect steven.

he changed so much- it was like dating all over again. he was even more perfect than marc, stupid english accent included. but, naturally, abuthing that’s perfect must come to an end.”

hathor sighed. and it gave you the impression, just for a moment, that she already knew the whole story. that she was humouring you by letting you tell it. her sigh, sad and resigned, almost confirmed that she knew what was coming.

“the-” you stopped. your voice had broken, and your feet no longer moved. hathor continued for a few paces before looking back at you.

i understand, but if there’s any time you need to tell this, it’s now.

“you know?” you voiced your suspicions.

take into account which god i am, my dear. there is no one else i could chose, but you.

you swallowed. “what’s the point of talking about it if you already know?”

you have been born again. revived. would you like to carry this, this horrible vendetta against someone who has done nothing but love you, for the rest of your new life?

“no.”

then voice it. i can take this pain from you, if you only ask me too. i can help you.

you bit your tongue, looking down at your feet and kicking around a few of the loose rocks. hathor waited.

“the baby was supposed to be born just after my twenty-third birthday.”

a beat. hathor didn’t reply.

“but he didn’t live past twelve weeks.”

you looked back up at hathor, anxious for a reply. she didn’t give you one, only nodding.

“i don’t- i don’t know what i did. i was waiting until i could get a scan, tell marc, have it done properly, you know? but when i went to my appointment, i knew. she didn’t say anything, she just looked. then she left, got the doctor to come in.

he said that the baby had died, that they weren’t sure of the cause, but it was a boy. that my baby boy had died.”

tears threatened your eyes. never - never - had you spoken about this before. not even with marc.

“i went home, with a hatred in my heart. the next few days were the worst. i was grieving a child no one knew i even had. the blood was horrible, it hurt so badly. i told marc i was on my period. fuck, for all he knew i was.

and then my baby was gone. and i hated marc.”

why did you hate him?

you shrugged. “i have no idea. i needed someone to blame and marc was the easiest. that’s when it all went downhill, you know? i wanted him to be there for me, for something he didn’t even know happened. and when he wasn’t, i blew up at him. and he blew up at me.

and that was it, for three years. this horrible hatred towards each other, me hating marc for something he knew nothing about, and marc hating me for every other reason.

he hated me the most for making him stay a mercenary. he wanted out, he wanted a normal life in the suburbs with a dog and a big house and maybe, one day, a child.

but i can’t have that. i don’t want that kind of normal - not when i was so close to it and lost it. so i pushed him into this world. i made him take jobs and work himself to death, even when i found out about khonshu. i made him do it.

and that’s why we’re here. because i told him to follow khonshu here. and now look what i’ve done.”

hathor took two, wide steps towards you, and cradled your face in her hands.

you have done nothing that makes you inhumane. none of this mess is you fault. khonshu would have gotten marc here one way or another. anyone in your shoes would be the same.

her hands were warm. you felt a tear fall, running underneath her fingers. “but i’ve been so horrible. i’m a monster - if not for this, for everything else.”

hathor shook her head. you are a human being.

there was silence as you cried and hathor wiped your tears. at least two minutes passed - but it didn’t matter to you. harrow could come running around the corner and you wouldn’t bat an eyelash.

hathor took a deep breath, looking to her left along the corridor. she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, another figure appeared.

is now a bad time, human?

you flinched at the rough edge in khonshu’s voice. “what do you want?”

what do i want? there’s a long list.

even through your tears, your patience thinned. “seriously?”

hathor took her hands from your face, turning to look at khonshu. enough of your riddles. just tell her.

the unmistakable sound of footsteps, running, drew your attention. they were getting closer.

i don’t think i have to say a word, actually.

just as khonshu had finished, a figure appeared, coming around the twists and turns of the corridor.

your heart stopped.

marc looked around in a daze, eyes falling first on khonshu, then on hathor, then…

“y/n!”

just as he had stopped running, he started again, coming towards you like a lion out of his cage, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off of your feet.

“oh baby,” he mumbled into your neck.

you had just reached - wrapping your arms around him in equal tightness, hands flying into his hair. oh, god. his hair - his curls, his skin - you’d never take it for granted again.

he pulled back, hands on your cheeks in a mirror image to hathor. his eyes locked into yours, brown irises melting into his pupils, filling with tears.

marc stuttered, trying to get several sentences out at once, before you hushed him.

“please, marc, we don’t have much time. harrow is gonna-”

“i know,” he nodded, eyes still not breaking from yours. “i know- baby, i know. please- please, just give me a minute. i never- i thought i’d never- oh, baby.”

he leaned in, moving his hands out of the way to rest his forehead against yours. he was hot - sticky with sweat and dirt and, although you didnt want to think about it, your blood.

“i know,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “marc, i know.”

barely having finished your sentence, he leaned in and kissed you.

it was like the first kiss all over again, and you supposed it was. hot, needy, passionate, desperate. you could live in this moment.

but the unmistakable sound of khonshu clearing his throat broke your kiss.

if you wouldn’t mind, harrow is about to release ammit. i’m sure your couples catch-up can wait another hour.

“yeah,” you nodded, breaking away, but marc was far more hesitant to let go.

“i can’t-” he looked around, paranoid. “i can’t do this, y/n. i just lost you, i can’t run the risk of losing you again, i’ve never- y/n, i can’t let you go, you’re everything to me, and if harrow- oh god, what did harrow do to you? i swear to god, the minute i see him, i’m gonna-”

he blinked. a beat.

“paranoid git never did know when to be quiet, did he?”

“oh, steven,” you threw your arms around him again. “fucking hell.”

steven, unlike marc, seemed far more willing to let you go. “love, i know, but if we don’t go now, we’re all gonna end up dead. please, we can do this all after, yeah?”

he took your hands in his, stilling your shaking fingers. he was so warm - always so warm.

“okay,” you nodded, looking between him and the gods beside you. “okay.”

-

you had severely underestimated how far harrow was willing to go. it had been what felt like hours, an unrelenting fight. you weren’t even sure when layla showed up, hoping to help you in any way she could.

but her attempts were futile; ammit was huge. really - huge, bigger than the pyramid behind her. khonshu had, as usual, gotten involved too, so that meant he was the same size, almost trampling you with every step he took.

you had tried. really, you had. you’d tried to use your new found avatar abilities to at least land something on harrow, but truth be told, you were failing. he’d hit you far more times that you’d even aimed for him, you were covered in cuts and rapidly forming bruises, you were sure your shoulder was dislocated.

but worst of all? your head wasn’t right. you weren’t sure what was wrong with it - it seemed fine every time you focused on identifying the issue, but every time you weren’t paying attention, it was there again. dizzy, a ringing in your eyes, everything a second or two behind; your vision lagging and cloudy. but just as you’d notice it, it was gone.

it was getting worse, too. you could see marc out of the corner of your eye; he was one to one with harrow. it would have made you anxious if you could properly focus on what was going on. but you couldn’t - your thought were scattered, a ringing back tenfold in your ears, the world had gone distant and hazy.

the doctors told you it was a concussion the next morning. layla had actually came in very handy, able to translate the man’s arabic into english for you.

he had told you that you’d sustained a massive head injury - you figured it would have been investigated, if you hadn’t been one of the people there last night.

‘there’ was all people could talk about. first the sky had gone backwards (you’d missed that part, thanks to being dead), then, out of nowhere, two ancient egyptian gods had appeared, destroying all the buildings in their wake, pyramids too.

it wasn’t that you couldn’t remember it. you could - it was clear in every aspect. it just didn’t feel like you’d been there at all. even the build up to it, every moment from when you’d stepped out of that pyramid, hand in hand with steven, hot air hitting your face;

it wasn’t you.

well, obviously it was you. but it wasn’t the same you. everything felt different, you didn’t have the same emotions you did before. the same key ones, yes, like how you felt about marc, and steven, and who you are as a person, but basic thing, like fear, and compassion? it was gone.

you’d have voiced this to a doctor if you could put ‘i died and got brought back to like by an ancient god, but not the same one who destroyed half of your city last night, sorry about that, by the way’ into layman’s terms.

trauma induced dissociation was enough of a label for you. it fit - everything just felt a little hazy, was all. not that you’d asked your doctor, a google search (excluding the resurrection part) had taken you to pages and pages about dissociation and how it’s normal to feel it after a traumatic event. you were pretty sure dying was a traumatic event.

and yes, you could bring it up to your doctor, he was payed to help you, after all. but there was a strange gnawing in the back of your head: that if you voiced this feeling, it would only get worse, and the happy ending you and your husband currently had would be shred in two because you couldn’t feel properly.

so instead, you listened to his professional diagnosis; a severe concussion, fractured rib, dislocated shoulder, several cosmetic wounds, and mental trauma that would be discovered at a later point, if you ever got around to voicing it to a doctor.

what a lovely shopping list, you thought.

-

it was three days before they let you out, and marc wasn’t getting out for another two after that. you’d had to beg him to even go to the hospital in the first place, but now he was getting the medical attention he’d needed for years, he seemed content in his hospital bed. not that he’d ever admit it.

with two days to yourself (not nights, you’d go back to the hospital and stay with marc), you decided to have the egyptian holiday you had come for.

the first stop was obvious; buy clothes. all of the ones you had were either covered in blood or halfway shredded. once you’d achieved this, in a new white linen sundress (cut below the knees to hide the still raw scars), you felt just slightly lost.

of course, you weren’t lost, you were always quick to get your bearings in new places - mercenary years had left you with a few skills, after all - and you kept yourself in a fairly small area, close to the hospital in case you got an emergency call.

no - the feeling of being lost came from deep down. ever since you’d come back to life it was the same, a strange longing for something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. something you felt you just had to have, maybe not right now, but in the near future. the hazy feeling had already begun to pass, you were sure google had served you well. but it left behind this in its wake, a new, even stranger feeling.

a breeze blew your hair lightly as you looked down the street in front of you. it was picturesque, all kinds of small shops and cafes as far as you could see. you could hear kids playing somewhere, a baby crying in the distance.

the lost-longing feeling piqued at this.

“oh.” you breathed. “oh.”

beside you, hathor, dressed in a golden, floor length dress and looking beautiful as ever, laughed.

oh, indeed. did you forget which god i am?

[riggedbones]

making a dashboard simulator post from my octopus world that is so inscrutable .

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🐕 themodernwisdom

stop fucking telling me it’s problematic to have “humans dni” on my carrd none of you understand how traumatizing a symbiosis breakup can be.

👨‍💻 typical-hue-man follow

traumatizing for who 🤨 lmao you weren’t even the one dependent on them for survival

🐕 themodernwisdom

do you not know what dni means.

#blocked. #youd think after all these millennia they’d evolve some reading comprehension

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⚡️ psychiclesbian

like i don’t esp like how often were asked about our sex life but like yea i mean they’re right. tentacles 👍👍

#minors dni #like if they rly want to know just find an octopus whos dtf not that hard #i mean. okay maybe a bit hard. but idk they’re online sometimes?

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🎛 oldstructuremusings

just got the most insane piece of fanmail what the fuck. why is this child learning local human language from my radio show. in the middle of the fucking ocean. apparently they can’t pick anything else up that isn’t the occasional raven station but like i feel like i have some sort of responsibility to not teach this kid how to say fuck every five seconds.

#text #its probably too late tbh #if the kid is seeing this. get off of tumblr

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🦋 lonesomedreamer 🔁 why-no-pigeon-emoji follow

🐦 why-no-pigeon-emoji follow

does anyone know how human symbiosis works i saved this guys life right after his cat friend died and i think he is getting attached. or something.

🚧 mazemaster follow

ur not a dog or cat ur fine.

🦋 lonesomedreamer

it’s a common misconception, but humans can actually form symbiotic bonds with any sapient creature, actually! the relationship mostly helps with their social and mental requirements, and if there are enough humans in an area to form a community, they’re actually not at all reliant on forming interspecies symbiotic relationships! doesn’t really happen where i’m from though, i think last i heard there are maybe 6 humans in the area max 😅

🐦 why-no-pigeon-emoji follow

everyone stfu he made us matching outfits im gonna cry

#omg this is so cute 🥺 #i'm glad things worked out

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🌿 grasstoucher 🔁 toogenericusername follow

🐚 molluskfan12 follow

currently keeping some smaller snails atm after you-know-what >_> their shells are a more fragile but the meat is better imo. hope it'll work out still!!

🪶 aviandinosaurs follow

cottagecore bloggers off the shits lmao what is this

🐚 molluskfan12 follow

what the fuck is a cottagecore

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⚡️ psychiclesbian 🔁 undereclipse follow

🗼 prehistoric-structures follow

i'm curious!!!

🌅 sundownscare follow

op i appreciate the button for humans in theory but are you under the impression that we don't show up in our own creation myths???

🕸️ veryseriousmonkey follow

maybe they just want to know about other species, like humans appearing in their own myths is p much a given lol

🗼 prehistoric-structures follow

oh yeah thats... totally why that's there

#they forgor 💀

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🌿 grasstoucher

do you think they had discourse like this pre climate disaster like it was just humans at that point how bad could it rly be

[luimagines]

Did I already send this? I’m sorry if I did. If I did it was a while ago lol. I just remembered this idea for no apparent reason lol and imagined a whole scenario. So here’s what I had a while back.

So here’s the story my idea came from:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51324469

And it was one of the best things I’ve ever read of the Linked Universe lol. And I had an idea: so what if Link wore his Gerudo outfit with the boys and they didn’t know it was him, like in this story, but we add x reader, and they’re dating him and so when he appears they start kissing him and being lovey dovey and whatnot, and the boys just go “?!?!?!”😂 and either they get protective of Wild and yell at reader about “How could you cheat on Wild?! How dare you?!” And others just stare dumbfounded at reader.😂

P.S. I understand I’m drawing from someone else’s story, so if you can figure out their tumblr and ask permission or tell me it or something please lmk. Because I couldn’t find their tumblr and idk how to use archive of our own at all. I’m new, sorry!

So I just imagined something like this:

Wild led them to the wall where a hidden switch was but none of them knew that yet. You ran up to Wild and hugged him.

“Thanks sweetie, you’re so helpful!”

Then you start playing with his hair and kiss his cheek. The rest of the chain is a mixture of anger, horrified, betrayal, and everything in between.

Legend runs up to you and rips you off Wild.

“What is wrong with you?! How dare you?!?!”

You try not to laugh but you can’t help but smile.

“Leg-“

“No! You don’t hurt Wild and get away with it!”

Warriors is trying to pull Legend off of you as Sky comes up to you.

“Why…what did he ever do to you…”

He looks so broken. Behind all the chaos Wild stands silently seeing how it all plays out. He hears all his brothers defending him saying how amazing he is and doesn’t deserve you because you cheated on him. How even though he’s chaotic in battle he’s the most reliable person they’ve ever met. How he’s the best cook ever and without him they’d be starving. How much he brings to the family and without him it wouldn’t be complete…He starts shifting around and scratching the back of his head in awkwardness because of all the kind words his brothers have about him. How they’re protecting him. Eventually he puts you out of your misery and clears his throat.

“Guys…it’s ok. I’m right here. Though I’m very flattered.”

His cheeks are a little pink and he’s still in his Gerudo outfit. The chain looks at him and think he’s still some random girl.

“Huh? No we’re talking about our brother. I’m sure you didn’t know but this person has a boyfriend.”

Wild smiles softly and takes off the veil.

“I know they do.”

Now all the chain’s jaws drop. Wild chuckles and takes the rest of his outfit off.

“I’m very grateful that you guys would defend me, but it’s me. You don’t need to keep chewing them out anymore. Also, they knew it was me, so they weren’t cheating.”

omg XD

Poor Reader. I don't think I would have been to stay that silent while being chewed out.

To save my own skin I would have just yelled "THAT IS LINK!!"

I would probably also hold it over Wild's head for an undisclosed amount of time for standing there for who knows how long- leaving me to take the heat when I've done absolutely nothing wrong.

You better believe this becomes an inside joke between them.

"Yes, darling. I was cheating on you. I have bananas."

"Throw in some milk and we can have cheater milkshakes."

"Do you have the ice for that?"

Takes out ice rod. "Do you even have to ask?"

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for sending someone a fake ask?

the other day, i found out a guy from my school (16m) was writing overwatch fanfics on ao3. he’s apparently known to be homophobic or generally kind of a dick so i was kind of making fun of it. like he tries to act really cool but is secretly writing fics (which i don’t have an issue with, but i know a lot of people my age would). i sent him an ask saying that i love his fic even tho i’d only read like a paragraph. tbh his writing wasn’t even that bad but like i’m not in the fandom idk who these characters are so i didn’t really read it or know what was going on. i must admit it was mildly cringeworthy. he’s started acting like a dick to my friends recently so i was kind of joining in on the making fun of him and since i have a tumblr i sent the ask because i wanted to see his reaction. he seemed to think it was genuine and he appreciated it, and i started to feel a bit bad about it. now loads of people at school know about it and i feel really bad because this would be my worst nightmare if it happened to me. he’s apparently really upset about how people know. i didn’t tell anyone about it except my brother and one of my friends who doesn’t really gossip at all, it was probably someone else who spread it around, but i still feel really bad for him and regret sending the ask, even though i don’t like him as a person. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[randomalistic]

Anyways here’s a rambling infodump thing about all the similarities between Spamton and Turbo and then some. (you should bully me for this)

My fixation on both of them… they feed into eachother.

3 foot tall FREAK !!!!!

THE INSANE SMILER…

Glitchy and pixelated

Full of envy, pent up hatred, DESPERATELY CRAVES REVENGE.

Kinda ugly </3

Or at least. Unconventional!

Used to drive a car when he was popular

I know there’s a difference between being a car spokesman and being a racer but it’s close enough <3 Spamton would not know how to drive a cungadero they just told him to pose in there and smile. Ok Headcanon OVER !!!!

Had it all in the 80s/90s before losing the spotlight

Turbo did his bullshit in 1987 (actual road blasters release year) and Spamton did his bullshit in 1997

Only really known as an unspeakable rumor and lives in infamy

It’s more like everyone “moved on” from Spamton and forgot about him (or at least tried to forget about him…) where with Turbo what he did was so bad that he’s only known for that ONE thing

Goes in hiding for decades

Spamton has his alleyway dumpster, and maybe other areas of cyber city with low traffic. Turbo’s hiding was implied to have been in the depths of game central station until Sugar Rush was plugged in. (Which I think was asked about in an AMA) Both are like. ~30 YEARS of hiding 💀

Would go any length for the same attention again

The interesting thing about this is Turbo DOES win. He does get that attention back by disguising as King Candy and being able to race again, and he keeps it for however long Sugar Rush was around for before the events of the movie. Spamton never gets it back…

But at least Spamton doesn’t get INCINERATED so I’d say he’s better off, even if the best outcome is him becoming an item

Dependent on some kid for his plan to work

Although Spamton’s relationship with Kris (dependent on them helping him) is pretty different than King Candy’s relationship with Vanellope (dependent on her not interfering) I still think it’s funny that they both have beef with children

Later attempted murder of said kid

Quality villains out here not even hesitating to kill kids to get what they want !!!

Imitated/fabricated identity

Spamton imitates Swatch, Turbo fabricates (?) King Candy

Stupid catchphrase

NOW’S YOUR CHANCE TO BE [TurboTastic!]

BOSS BATTLE FORM IS FUCKKKKED

They essentially have the same monologue of “THANKS TO YOU I'M MORE POWERFUL THAN EVER!! But it's not enough... so I'm going to kill you anyways"

I think King Candybug’s Face resembles SNEO in a weird way. Mostly just the big eyes and weird nose and THE SMILERRRRR. They have very similar vibes! I will stop myself now!

Virus/malware adiacent

Turbo literally claims he’s a virus by the end of the movie and Spamton is Spamton

Critically Acclaimed Tumblr Man (and hated)

From my RESEARCH. (Aka. Looking up art of him) Apparently a lot of people on tumblr liked Turbo in 2013. And those people have since become spamton people (perhaps ……) I guess that is me now too. Really unfortunate

Lore ties into a real life video game (Petz & Road Blasters)

In the sweepstakes spamton was kinda confirmed to come from a Petz game. I also didn’t know road blasters was Real until I started looking into it . (TurboTime is fake tho) But there’s a very specific similarity for you. Fucked up characters blurring the lines into real life my beloved

Rivalry/broken friendship with Those similar looking fellas (I’m running out of brain power here)

Spamton had the Addisons, which were like his friends? Fellow advertisers. Looked a bit like him, just taller with different colors. Spamton left them after becoming a big shot because he thought he didn’t need them anymore…

Turbo had the “turbo twins” (the 2 other blue racers in his game) idk if that’s their official name cuz they kinda barely exist in canon.. I think it’s popular fanon that Turbo is shorter than both of them, but that’s actually not true. But I’m still gonna count it. Anyways he KILLED them when he got turbotime unplugged. THEYRE DEAD.

Extreme temperature related death (is this a stretch)

Less of a similarity and more of an interesting contrast

Turbo burns to death when he’s INCINERATED in diet cola mountain. I could ramble about this a lot but. That’s for my second account

And Spamton NEO (in snowgrave at least) is FROZEN SOLID by noelle. He shouldn’t have asked for that ice cream man

Anyways I get similar vibes from those guys..

I hope they explode.

Also thinking more about this is making me realize how similar in concept deltarune and Wreck it Ralph are. As in, those apps and computer programs in the computer lab ? Yeah they’re alive and theres a whole ass cyber city and mansion and theres a ton of little guys living in there! (And same goes for the card kingdom in chapter 1)

Like if there was a dark world created in an arcade, it would probably look something like the WIR world. In a way, lightners would be the “players” because everything the game characters (darkners) do is to serve the players. I’m just saying !!!! These pieces of media are both Really Good!!!

[mommyghostface28]

Hey I need a little bit of advice. My bdsm partner is so possessive to the point it makes me feel controlled and like I did something wrong if I have friends I talk to outside of the time I spend with her. I get she's trying to control me but idk how to make it stop. My only knowledge of how to make it stop is to just disappear off of the social media sites she could contact me on and disappear from her life so she can't manipulate me. She wants me all to herself in an abusive way and it scares me....

I feel like it's my fault for the way she treats me...she probably misunderstood what I meant by telling her I find it lowkey sexy when a partner loves you so much they get a little possessive during sex....i certainly only meant in the way a domme says "youre all mine baby" during sex for dirtytalk or marking with hickeys etc and stated that clearly but she just isn't that way, she's the abusive manipulative type and I've attracted her and I wish I could leave this dom/sub dynamic....not her forcing me to isolate myself from the world and shaming me for talking to my friends....she gets sad and annoyed when I do and I just wanna keep crying thinking about this to type it....

She lovebombs me all the time after she hurts or upsets me...and she makes me go rougher during sex than I have told her Im able to handle. To the point it hurts but she continues and tells me im not done till she says so...and not in a sexy way but in a sexual assault (I've already called a safeword but she carries on)

I'm so sorry for venting here but as someoen who knows about domme/sub dymamics, please help....Idk what to do anymore...ibfeel trapped by them. And all she ever does is force me to show mer my naked body on camera despite me feeling uncomfy. And I was in pain today physically and felt sick, but she wasn't taking no for an answer when doing sexual stuff ... we've been together a month and I hate to think what my future will be like if I feel trapped already...

I am too scared to come forward by dms, and I realise we need to talk it through properly for advice, but I'd there any chance you can just reply publicly but inna way that keeps me anonymous? It's just I know she has my tumblr and I don't want her seeing my dms or getting suspicious of me as that'll make her angry and guilt trip me for reaching out.

All I need I guess is a public but anon reply for advice....thank you mommy...I've been one of your anons for a while but now that she has my tumblr, my dms aren't a safe space for me to ask for your support...

I feel so vulnerable rn mentally and keep feeling the need to slip into my littlespace but I don't feel at all safe around her... 😭

Love..oh my gosh :( this doesn’t sound healthy at all..this is coming from a Domme who’s possessive but definitely not like that. They sound toxic, the emotional abuse here is very apparent and I hate that they’re using bdsm as a way to execute it. A D/s dynamic does not give anyone the right to control someone like that. Isolating you from your friends, not taking no for an answer, all of it is concerning. My advice is to end things, as soon as possible. I don’t see any improvement here, they’re not a good person to engage with. I don’t feel there’s a conversation you could have with her that would change things. I’m sorry you’re going through this..they’re definitely not a good Dom(me).

If you can break things off safely, please do so. Then block them. Make it as clear as you can you want no contact whatsoever. I’m wishing you the best darling..keep my posted ❤️ be safe

[genshinluvr]

The Return of the Yakshas

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: The four Yakshas are back, and they are going to make sure that you take a break from your studies. One wrong move from Bosacius makes Xiao wish that the Yakshas returned to their graves. Oh, and the men bond with each other at the Chasm! Lots of wholesomeness on that end.

Note: The four Harbingers won't be making an appearance in this fic for this week since this story does focus on the Yakshas and the men's friendships with each other. I'm not sure if it's legitimate or not, but apparently, windtrace might come back? If so, that means I can finally work on the third part of How to (Not) Play Windtrace! Idk how I feel about this fic, but I hope you all like it ;v; Remember that I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of 🤔

Word Count: 9.3k

You push yourself out from underneath the table and stretch your arms in the air, letting out a mixture between a yawn and a sigh. You look over at the clock on the desk in the library and massage the back of your neck before standing up from your seat. It is almost the evening, and you have finally decided to be finished with your studies for the day. You have been studying since early morning and would take frequent breaks in between your studies to eat, snack, hydrate, and take bathroom breaks.

“Are you done for the day?”

You jump at the sound of the voice; your head snaps towards the direction where the voice came from. There, on the couch in the library, lays Childe. Childe is sprawled out on the sofa, his lanky arms and legs hanging off the ends of the couch. Childe was staring at you intently with those blue eyes of his.

You press your hand against your chest and take a deep breath, nodding your head at Childe’s question. Childe smiles and gets off the couch, walking over to where you stand before throwing his arms over your shoulders and pressing his lips against your temples. You sigh and let yourself melt into Childe’s arms, face pressing against his chest, breathing in his cologne. 

“I’m finally done with my studies for the day,” You murmur against his chest.

You close your eyes and hum with contentment when you feel Childe run his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp. Ever since you got accepted into Sumeru Akademiya, Childe has decided that he will be lounging in the library whenever he doesn’t have any Fatui responsibilities. However, Childe isn’t the only one that does that. In fact, the other men do it as well whenever they’re free and don’t have work to tend to.

The door to the library opens, and Diluc walks into the library, stopping in his tracks when he sees you wrapped up in Childe’s arms. Diluc and Childe lock gazes momentarily, almost scrutinizing one another. Diluc rolls his eyes and looks over at you, clearing his throat softly to get your attention.

“I’m going to assume that you’re finished with your studies since you’re trapped in the Harbinger’s arms. It’s almost time for dinner,” Diluc says, ignoring the hurtful gasp Childe has let out. 

You slowly pull yourself out of Childe’s grasp. “Ah, dinner,” You murmur. You rub your growling stomach with your hand. “How could I forget about dinner when my stomach has been growling for a while?” You ask yourself, ignoring the looks Childe and Diluc are giving you. 

Aether peeks his head into the library from the entrance. “To dinner, we go?” Aether asks, smiling at you sweetly.

You nod your head. “To dinner, we go! I don’t know how much longer I can go without dinner,” You walk over to Aether, who is holding his hand out for you to take. You grab Aether’s hand, and the two of you walk out of the library together, with a disgruntled Childe and Diluc following after you two. When you, Aether, Childe, and Diluc step foot into the kitchen and dining area, Thoma walks out of the kitchen with an apron on and a plate of food in his hands.

Thoma’s eyes light up when he sees you, and a big smile appears on his face. “Oh, good, you’re here! I was about to go and fetch you from the library to tell you that dinner is ready.” Thoma says, setting the plate down on the table.

You take a deep breath and let out a sigh. “The foods smell amazing! I’m getting even more hungry than I already am from smelling the food.” You said, walking over to the dining table. “Should we go on and call the others to come to the dining room since dinner is ready?” You ask, looking over at Thoma, Aether, Diluc, and Childe. The four men sit around you and begin to pick and choose the food they’re going to be eating, putting the food on their plates and scooping some rice into their bowls.

“No need to call for us; we can smell the food from miles away,” Gorou says as he sits in the seat right next to you.

Tighnari takes a whiff of the food and hums in delight. “Thank you for the food, Thoma. They smell amazing as always.” Tighnari smiles at the blond man before sitting next to Gorou and begins to pick which food he’s going to eat.

Al Haitham looks around the dining room as more men begin to slowly trickle into the dining room, sitting on seats that are empty and unoccupied. Al Haitham crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes scanning the table while mentally counting how many people are at the table, just to see who is missing and who isn’t from the dining room. 

Heizou looks at Al Haitham with a questioning gaze. “What are you doing?” Heizou asks, reaching for the sushi with his chopsticks.

“Two people are missing from the table.” Al Haitham mutters. 

You and the men look over at the two empty chairs. Venti nods his head and raises his hand in the air as if he was in a classroom. 

“The two missing people would be blockhead and blockhead junior. The last thing I remember was them going to the Chasm for something.” Venti shrugs his shoulders as he reaches for the skewers. 

Ayato looks over at Venti; his eyebrows pinched together. “Did they ever say how long they’ll be gone? They were gone since early morning.” Ayato crosses his arms over his chest. Venti shakes his head in response.

Baizhu hums softly. “How peculiar…. I wonder what they’re up to.” Baizhu trails off, stroking his chin before reaching for a slice of the Sticky Honey Roast. 

Dainsleif cuts into the steak before bringing a piece to his mouth and taking a bite out of it. “If they didn’t mention what they’re doing in the Chasm, then we mustn’t pry them of it. It could be a personal matter or the safety of the citizens of Liyue,” said Dainsleif.

You nod your head at Dainsleif’s response before asking, “Should we wait for them to return and then start eating our dinners once they’ve returned?” You look over at the front door subconsciously, hoping that Xiao and Zhongli will walk right into the abode unscathed and safe. They’re immortal beings, for archon's sake. Surely they’re safe and sound, considering they’re going together and not alone! 

“As nice that sounds, some of us,” Kazuha gestures to Itto, “can’t wait any longer.”

Itto was devouring his food; his cheeks puffed up from the food that he had shoved into his mouth, humming with delight and rubbing his stomach. Itto stops chewing his food when he realizes that almost everyone at the table is staring at him, their food untouched.

Itto blinks. “What?” He asks with his mouth full of food.

Scaramouche looks at Itto with disgust and tosses a bread roll at Itto. “Chew with your mouth shut, you idiot. And do not talk with your mouth full of food.” Scaramouche chides.

Itto gives Scaramouche and everyone in the room an apologetic smile before swallowing the food in his mouth, reaching over for the cloth napkin, and wiping his lips. You sigh softly and lean back in your seat, running your fingers through your hair. As much as you want to wait for Xiao and Zhongli to return to the abode, your stomach is growling so much that the others are giving you looks.

You look up and make eye contact with Albedo; Albedo gestures for you to eat. “I know you want to wait for Zhongli and Xiao to return from the Chasm, but you shouldn’t suppress your hunger any further,” Albedo says softly.

Kaeya nods his head. “Albedo is right. You should start eating your food before it gets cold and also because we can hear your stomach from over here.” Kaeya gives you a small smile. Cyno holds up a plate that contains Adventurer's Breakfast Sandwich and points at them, giving you a look as if he was wondering if you wanted some of the Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich. You debated for a moment before looking down at your plate. You are feeling hungry, so it wouldn’t hurt to get some more food.

“You should get some Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich. You didn’t hear it from me, but I heard that they’re eggcellent.” Cyno says, passing the plate over to you, holding back a smile.

You snort and shake your head, grabbing the plate from Cyno’s hands to place one Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich on your plate. “I love your jokes, Cyno. I never get tired of them,” You said.

Cyno looks over at Al Haitham with a smug smirk on his face, his arms crossing over his chest. Before Al Haitham can make a comment at Cyno’s joke, the estate’s door opens, and the mansion is immediately filled with unfamiliar voices and boisterous laughter. Everyone’s heads turn to the direction where the commotion is coming from, only to see Zhongli and Xiao walking in front of four people who everyone is unfamiliar with.

“Zhongli! Xiao! There you two are! We’ve been waiting for you two to show up for dinner!” You said, getting up from your seat and approaching the two men.

Zhongli clears his throat and adjusts his tie. “Apologies, dearest. Xiao and I were caught up in…. Personal businesses. But worry not, we are back.” Zhongli gives you a small smile.

“How can I not worry when you two have been out of the abode for hours without updating us about your whereabouts?” You frown.

“I understand that you were worried, but please, do not worry about us,” Xiao says softly.

You open your mouth to respond, only to be cut off by unfamiliar laughter. You take a peek between Xiao and Zhongli, making eye contact with four unknown people. They look powerful, intimidating, and breathtaking. They all stare at you with interest and curiosity, taking baby steps toward you, Zhongli, and Xiao.

“Zhongli, Xiao! Care to introduce us to the four guests you’ve brought into the abode?” You squeak, and your face gradually becomes hot the more they stare at you.

Thoma laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t expecting for us to have guests! Had I known, I would’ve made more food.” Thoma says softly, his cheeks flushing to a bright red that reaches to the tips of his ears.

“Oh! There’s no need for you to make us food. We’re adeptis. We don’t need food to survive.” The blue-haired girl says, giving Thoma a polite smile. 

“We can eat food, but it’s not necessary for us like how it is for mortals.” The red-haired girl says, fiddling with the hem of her outfit.

“It’d be rude to eat food in front of guests.” Albedo murmurs, looking over at the food laid out on the table.

You give the four guests a pleading look. “I know adeptis don’t need food to survive, but a small snack would suffice, right? Plus, we can get to know you four more over dinner!” You said, gesturing for them to follow you to the dining table.

The man with four arms peeks between Xiao and Zhongli, asking, “Since when did you two eat food?”

Xiao and Zhongli ignore the purple-haired male’s question and proceed to walk towards the dining table with their guests following after them, their eyes scanning their surroundings in awe and curiosity. You pull out the extra chairs that are kept in the storage room between the kitchen and dining room, placing them next to each other where Zhongli and Xiao have sat down.

“Do any of you have food preferences? I can make them in a short amount of time, depending on what food I’m cooking.” Thoma says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“There’s no preference for us. We don’t mind trying foods we’ve never had before.” The black-gold-haired male speaks up.

Thoma nods his head before walking off to the kitchen to prepare something for the four unexpected guests to eat. You stare at the black-gold-haired male intently, your eyes narrowing, one arm crossed over your chest with the other arm propping your head up on the table. The black-gold-haired male stares back at you, his eyebrows raised. Archons he’s almost as beautiful as Zhongli. Speaking of Zhongli, why do they look almost similar to each other? Not only that, but you notice that his element is the same as Zhongli.

“Is there something I can help you with?” The black-gold-haired male asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

You squint your eyes at him and look over at Zhongli, then back at the black-gold-haired man. But really, though, why do they look so similar to each other? It’s almost like they can be related, but you know that Zhongli doesn’t have any siblings, so why do they look similar to each other?

You point over at Zhongli and the black-gold-haired man, mouth agape. “Zhongli doesn’t have a brother or sister, so who stole who’s face?” You ask, catching them off guard.

Aether nudges you lightly. “I think there’s a better way to ask that question by wording it differently,” Aether whispers.

“Are you asking why we look similar?” The black-gold-haired male asks.

You nod your head. “Yes, but I, uh, can’t find a way to word it properly. I’m sorry, my brain is fried from studying all day today.” You sigh while rubbing your forehead with your hand.

The black-gold-haired man smiles at you. “No need to apologize. I understand why you ask that question,” he replies.

“So! What are your names, and how do you four know Xiao and Zhongli?” Heizou speaks up, looking at the four guests curiously while leaning on his left arm.

Zhongli smiles and points at each person while saying their names. “Everyone, dearest, meet Bosacius, Indarias, Bonanus, and Menogias. They, along with Xiao, once served under the Geo Archon, Rex Lapis.” Zhongli says.

“Once served under the Geo Archon? Are you saying that in the past tense because Rex Lapis has passed away, or is it because you have retired from your role as the Geo Archon?” Cyno asks, staring at Zhongli with confusion with his arms over his chest.

“To the people of Liyue and other nations, it's the first one. But to those who know Zhongli personally, it’s the latter.” You reply. “It can get confusing because Zhongli likes to convince people into thinking that he’s not the Geo Archon, even if they have a feeling that he is the late Geo Archon.” You give Zhongli a look. Zhongli gives you a small smile and crosses his arms behind his back. Itto lets out a low whistle; he leans back in his seat and crosses his arms over his bare chest. You look over at Itto, who seems to be deep in his thoughts. You wonder what’s going on in that head of his. You grab the cup of water in front of you and begin taking a sip from it.

Itto lets out a small laugh. “Talk about gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Geo Archon edition.” Itto commented.

You snort and accidentally choke on your water. You quickly swallow the water to prevent yourself from spitting it out and begin to cough into your cloth napkin. Before anyone can rush to your side to check on you to see if you’re okay, you quickly hold your hand up and shake your head as if you’re telling them that there is no need to check up on you.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I just choked on my drink, but I’m fine nonetheless!” You cough, wiping the tears that gathered around your eyes from how hard you’ve coughed.

Al Haitham sighs. “Remember to drink slowly,” Al Haitham says softly, reaching over to wipe the stray tear from the corner of your eye.

“I wasn’t drinking fast! The thing that made me choke on my water was Itto’s comment.” You huff, setting the cup down beside your plate of food. You look over at Itto. “Where did you hear that from? I’m surprised that you know that parody phrase from my world.” You said. 

Tighnari sighs softly. “He heard you say it when you completed your homework in the library one day.” 

You stare at Tighnari, your face slowly heating up. “Oh,” You mutter. “I didn’t think anyone was in the library when I said that to myself.” You pucker your lips and poke your Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich with your fork.

Thoma soon returns to the dining room with a tray of food in his hands that contains four different plates for each guest. The guests thanked Thoma before digging into their food; you and the others take that as a sign to start eating your dinners. You cut into the Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich and bring the sliced piece up to your mouth and take a bite out of it. You nearly let out a moan from how delicious the Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich tastes, making a mental note to ask Thoma to teach you how to cook some dishes from Teyvat.

While eating your dinner, you can’t help but feel eyes staring holes into your skull. You slowly look up from your plate and look towards the direction of where you’re assuming the staring was coming from. You end up making eye contact with Bosacius, who smirks and waves at you with one of his hands, the apples of his cheeks bright pink. You smile at Bosacius and wave back at the four-armed man before continuing to eat your dinner. Childe watches the entire interaction unfold in front of him, his eyes narrowing at Bosacius and Menogias while chewing on the squid tentacles, his grip tightening around the cutlery. 

Bosacius leans over to Menogias and whispers something into his ears; Menogias pauses and looks over where you sit and nods his head slowly. Bosacius smiles widely and roughly pats Menogias on the shoulders, causing the man to jerk forward from the rough pat on his shoulder. Xiao glances over at Bosacius and Menogias from his plate of Almond Tofu, staring at them with scrutiny.

“What are you two talking about?” Xiao asks, placing his spoon down on the plate as he turns to look over at the two men sitting beside him.

Bosacius laughs. “Oh, nothing to worry about, Xiao! Just continue eating your Almond Tofu. This conversation is between Menogias and me.” Again, Bosacius pats Menogias’ shoulders roughly. Menogias looks at Bosacius, giving him a look as if he’s telling Bosacius to stop patting him on the shoulders roughly while he’s trying to eat.

Halfway through dinner, you feel your eyelids beginning to grow heavy. You try to blink your sleepiness away, but it isn’t working because the more you blink, the heavier your eyelids feel. You put your fork down and rub your eyes with your knuckles, hoping to rub the sleep away. The minute you put your hand down, you let out a soft yawn and covered your mouth with your hand.

Venti giggles. “Looks like someone’s getting sleepy.” Venti sang.

You blink your tears away and stretch your arms and legs while remaining in your seat. “Yeah, sorry about that. I got up really early in the morning to start on my assignments and studies; now my sleepiness is catching up to me.” You mumble.

“It’s okay if you can’t finish your dinner. You should get some sleep. I noticed that you’ve been sleeping less ever since you were accepted into Sumeru Akademiya.” Ayato says, giving you a soft smile. Archons, that smile of his. Does Ayato know how pretty he is?

“What time is it, anyway? I feel like it’s not even late evening yet,” You said.

Baizhu looks over at the clock on the wall and squints his eyes to read the numbers more clearer. “It is almost eight in the evening,” Baizhu replies. 

You open your mouth to make a comment about how it’s still too early for you to go to bed, but you can’t bring yourself to say it. You’re tired, and you need sleep, or else you’ll collapse and fall involuntarily fall asleep. You let out a defeated sigh and nodded your head slowly.

“Alright, I’ll go to bed. Save these for leftovers because I want to eat them tomorrow morning when I wake up to continue my studies,” You said, getting up from your seat.

Kazuha gives you a questioning look. “Aren’t you on break?” Kazuha asks.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m free from the clutches of my assignments and studies. After all, being an Akademiya student is stressful and a lot of work. It’s fast-paced, something I should get used to but am not.” You stifled a yawn with your hand. “Anyway, I should be going to bed now. It’s earlier than usual, but I’m about to collapse at any moment.” You joked.

Diluc stands up abruptly and walks over to you. “I’ll take you to your room. I don’t want you to fall down the stairs or suddenly collapse.” Diluc loops his arms around your waist and steadies you.

“That’s nice of you, Diluc. But I think I can go up the stairs just fine.” You pat his arm lightly, resting your head on Diluc’s chest, and close your eyes.

Childe raises his eyebrows at you. “Snookums, as much as I don’t like seeing you in the arms of that redhead, I think it’s best for you to let him guide you to your bedroom. When you stood up from your seat, you were swaying like you were on a waverider,” Childe says, leaning back in his seat next to Zhongli. 

Childe doesn’t get a response from you in return. Instead, the dining room was filled with your soft breathing. Diluc looks down at you, only to see that you have fallen asleep in his arms while standing up. A gentle smile appears on Diluc’s face, his eyes soften, and he gently lifts you up bridal style, cradling you in his arms.

“Wow, they must have been staying up for hours to complete their assignments and studies,” Gorou says softly, leaning on his arms as he gazes at your sleeping face with a smile on his face. Everyone knew that you’ve been harsh on yourself ever since you received your first failing grade. Technically, it wasn’t a failing grade, but to you, it was a bad grade, and you’ve been pushing yourself to study more since that one “bad” mark on your record. It was a low A, can you believe that? To you, it’s a bad grade, and the men never knew why you’re so harsh on yourself when it comes to your grades, even if you’re passing all of your courses with flying colors.

Dainsleif nods his head. “They’ve been putting themself under a lot of pressure with their studies lately. I’m worried that they’ll push themself past their limits and burnout,” Dainsleif says softly, getting up from his seat and walking over to where you and Diluc are at. 

Dainsleif squats down in front of you and brushes a stray hair away from your face with his fingers; the stray hairs tickle your nose, causing you to scrunch your nose and bury your face into Diluc’s chest. Diluc’s chest rumbles with laughter; he caresses the back of your head with his hand and presses his lips on the crown of your head.

“I believe it’s time for you to take [Y/N] to bed,” Kaeya comments. 

He takes a sip of his wine and gives Diluc a teasing look. Diluc gives Kaeya a brief glare before turning around and walking up the stairs with you in his arms. Once Diluc disappears up the stairs with you in his arms, Scaramouche sighs and leans back in his seat, rubbing his face with his hands.

“I understand that [Y/N] is a hardworking student who prioritizes their studies, but they need to take a break from their studies. I think a few days away from their studies is enough,” Scaramouche says.

“Huh?! Are you implying that they rarely take breaks from their studies? It’s the only thing they do?” Indarias asks, looking at Scaramouche and the other men, appalled by what she heard.

Itto sighs dramatically and nods his head, running his fingers through his hair. “You heard that right, Miss Indarias. [Y/N] doesn’t like taking breaks from their studies. As much as we’re proud of them for prioritizing their studies and doing well in school, it’s gotten to the point where they lose sleep over it and would skip meals because of how wrapped up they are with their studies.” Itto frowns.

“So, their studies have affected their sleep cycle and their eating habits. That’s concerning.” Menogias murmurs, stroking his chin.

Ayato nods his head. “Unfortunately, it has. They even signed up for another quarter at the Akademiya, but this time, they registered for twenty units worth of courses, and it worries us how it’ll affect them.” Ayato massages his temples with a soft sigh.

Bonanus looks at Ayato quizzically. “Twenty units is how many classes? I’m not familiar with the mortal education system.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“That is about five classes, but with some classes they take, they need to take a discussion or a lab course with the main class that has units. The discussion and labs aren’t worth any units; they’re an additional class that has to be taken with the lectures.” Tighnari replies.

Bosacius blinks at Tighnari and scratches the back of his head, making a face. “So, it’s like you learn about something in one class, and in the other class, you talk about what you’ve learned in that class,” Bosacius says slowly, quirking up an eyebrow at Tighnari, who nods his head slowly.

Aether sighs sadly. “All we want is for them to take a break for one day. One day away from their studies wouldn’t hurt them or their grades at all,” said Aether. He rests his chin in the palm of his hands. 

“A break for one day, you say?” Bosacius murmurs, stroking his chin with one hand while resting his other hand on the back of his neck, leaning back in his seat.

Heizou nods his head. “Well, yeah. One day would be a good way to start it off and get them used to taking breaks from their studies, whether for a few hours or a day or two days. But knowing them, taking breaks from their studies makes them anxious since they’re always worrying over how they perform in the Akademiya.” Heizou rubs his chin with his thumb and index finger.

Menogias sighs. “When you put it that way, it sounds like [Y/N] is going to push themselves until they can no longer push through their studies.”

“Yeah, no kidding. I love how they’re stubborn, and it’s cute! But in this case, it’s frustrating because it’s affecting their health.” Venti sighs sadly, leaning on his arms with a frown on his face.

After a few minutes of talking, everyone finished up their dinners and washed and dried their plates, bowls, and cutlery. Thoma grabs your food from the plate and puts them in a small container before placing it into the refrigerator. Since the four guests are Yakshas and don’t need sleep, they decide to roam around the abode while actively avoiding the Harbingers’ estate. Even though they’re curious about the residents of the Harbingers’ estate, Zhongli and Xiao warn them not to step foot anywhere near the mansion that is on the other floating island.

“These men really care about [Y/N],” Indarias murmurs, letting her feet hang off the edge of the island while leaning back on her hands, gazing at the stars in the abode.

Bonanus giggles, swinging her feet back and forth at the edge, and rests her head on her shoulders. “It’s sweet! Although I do worry about [Y/N] too, and I only met them not too long ago.” Bonanus’ bottom lip juts out. 

Bosacius claps his hands, startling the three around him. “I have a great idea!” Bosacius smiles widely, one pair of arms crossing over his chest while the second pair of arms props him up as he leans back. Menogias, Bonanus, and Indarias trade worry glances with each other. Whatever Bosacius have in mind, they know it won’t be good and that it will cause nothing but trouble.

When you come to your consciousness, you realize that you’re not in your bedroom. You shift around and crack your eyes open, only to see that someone is cradling you in their arms. You furrow your eyebrows with confusion and look up, only to make eye contact with Bosacius, who smiles down at you widely.

“Good morning, sleepyhead! It’s good to see that you’re finally awake! You were dead asleep when we snatched you up.” Bosacius chuckles.

You blink at him in confusion, still not awake. “What do you mean by that?” You mumble, attempting to sit up in his arms. You look around and make eye contact with the other three Yakshas, who are smiling at you nervously, while Menogias look tired and slightly irritated.

“It’s great to see that you’re able to get a full night of sleep! We brought you here early in the morning, and it is now, I’m assuming, nine in the morning!” Bonanus says.

Your eyes widen, and you thrash out of Bosacius’ arms, trying to get down. Bosacius scrunches up his face before he places you down. When your sock-clad feet touch the ground, you look at your surrounding, only to see that you’re at the Chasm. You slowly turn to Bosacuis and the other Yakshas.

“Why are we at the Chasm?” You whisper.

Menogias sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Bosacius wants us to take you out of the abode so you can take a break from your studies. Last night, the men expressed that they wanted you to take a break from your studies. So, Bosacius came up with a plan to sneak you out of the abode at the crack of dawn and, well, let you have a day off from your priorities.” 

You attempt to rub the sleep from your eyes and look around at the Chasm, the sun beating down on you five, the wind blowing your hair in your face. They kidnapped you, pretty much. They didn’t even let you get ready for the day, and now you’re at the Chasm with a bedhead, wearing nothing but your pajamas and socks.

“And do the men know that you all decided to take me on a mini vacation to the Chasm?” You ask, propping your hands on your hips, shifting your weight onto your right leg.

Bosacius laughs and pats your head. “No need to worry about that! I’m sure they know about us taking you out on a break! They shouldn’t be worried at all since you’ll be fine because you are with the four strong Yakshas! Five, if we’re counting Xiao, but he’s not here with us right now.” Bosacius says.

“I am now.” 

Everyone around you jumps and turns to look in the direction where the voice came from, only to see a very irritated Xiao standing behind Bosacius with his arms crossed over his chest. Xiao has a scowl on his face; he looks like he’s about to explode. 

“Xiao! What a pleasant surprise to see you here!” Indarias laughs, rubbing her arm awkwardly.

Bonanus clears her throat softly. “Xiao, how did you know that we’re at the Chasm?” She asks, gazing at the shorter male with curiosity.

“Someone,” Xiao looks over at Bosacius with a glare, “called my name.” Xiao crosses his arms over his chest.

“Care to explain why you four decide to kidnap [Y/N] from the abode and take them to the Chasm?” Zhongli asks, walking up to the six of you with his arms over his chest and a small frown on his face. Behind Zhongli follows the other men. The minute their eyes lands on you, a huge wave of relief washes over them, and the tension lifts off their shoulders.

“Psh! We didn’t kidnap them! We took them out of the abode so they could enjoy a mini vacation to the Chasm since we figured they hadn’t seen the Chasm before.” Bosacius says, crossing his arms over his chest while his other arms are propped on his hips.

Bonanus laughs nervously while rubbing her arms. “You did say that you wanted [Y/N] to take a break from their studies for one day. We figured that taking them to the Chasm would be a nice change of scenery, and they can relax and explore the Chasm with us!” said Bonanus.

“Listen, we don’t mind the four of you taking [Y/N] outside of the abode, but please don’t snatch them up without our knowledge.” Al Haitham sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You nod your head and turn to look at the four Yakshas. “And please inform me about it first before you all take me outside of the abode while I’m still in my pajamas with a bedhead.” You plead, running your fingers through your slightly knotted hair. “Plus, you’re all lucky that I sleep with clothes on this time.” You rub your eyes tiredly. 

Itto’s eyes almost bug out of his head. “You sleep naked?!” Itto gasps, putting his right hand over his bare chest as if it was the most scandalous thing you’ve said.

You make a “so-so” gesture. “Meh. Yes and no, it depends on the temperature and the weather.” Before you can explain any further, you stop yourself. “You know what, I’m just going to stop talking here because I’ve said too much,” You said. You look at your surroundings; you hold your hand up and shield your eyes from the sun that is shining down on all of you. The temperature is cool; you can feel a breeze every few minutes. The air is fresh and crisp, almost like you chew on mint gum and chug a cold bottle of water at the same time. You look down at your sock-clad feet and wiggle your toes in your socks. You hear the faint crunch of the dry grass beneath your feet, the dried grass poking into the fabric of your socks, poking the soles of your feet.

“As much as I love feeling the earth against the soles of my feet, I want to stop by the abode to change my clothes. It feels weird to be outside in my pajamas.” You mutter, subconsciously crossing your arms over your chest to cover your body.

Scaramouche raises an eyebrow at you. “You’re wearing a plain t-shirt and cotton shorts.” Scaramouche reaches over and thumbs at your shirt, his thumb lightly brushing against your hip bones, making you visibly shiver. 

“Well, I wore them to bed, and therefore they are my pajamas, and I am wearing pajamas!” You sputter, lightly batting at Scaramouche’s hand. 

Kaeya ruffles your bedhead while stifling his laughter behind his hands. “You don’t have to worry about shoes because we brought your sandals with us just in case.” Kaeya hands you your sandals.

You quickly thanked Kaeya before putting your sandals on while making a mental note to toss your socks into the laundry basket when you all returned to the abode. You comb your fingers through your hair to unknot the tangles in your hair while muttering about how you wish your hair wouldn’t get tangled so easily while you slept.

“So, are we all going to be hanging out at the Chasm for today?” Kazuha asks, adjusting his bangs. 

Bosacius gives the men a fake smile and rubs the back of his neck. “I was hoping that we,” Bosacius gestures between you, him, and the other three Yakshas beside him, “were going to be hanging out with [Y/N] at the Chasm.”

Gorou stares at Bosacius with wide eyes. “Oh! You don’t want us to tag along just in case anything goes wrong?” Gorou asks as his ears twitch with anxiousness. 

Menogias sighs. “We’re Yakshas; we once worked for Rex Lapis. I’m sure the four of us can protect [Y/N] from harm if anything were to go wrong,” Menogias says.

Baizhu hums softly and pulls out a first aid kit. “You five can still hang out at the Chasm. We will tag along, but we’ll keep our distance for you five to hang out and explore the Chasm together.” Baizhu suggests.

Indarias raises her eyebrows at the men in front of her, crossing her arms over her chest. “What, do you guys not trust us?” Indarias demands.

“It’s not that….” Albedo trails off, looking over at you.

You smile at the four Yakshas awkwardly. “I have attachment issues, and being away from them for an hour makes me really nervous. Especially when I’m with people that I don’t know much of.” You added. The Yakshas give you a look. “I’m working on it. Plus, I didn’t magically get attachment issues when I first arrived at Teyvat; I’ve been like this ever since I was a kid, and it dragged on into my adulthood. I’m doing better now, and I’m more than halfway to getting over my attachment issues.” You informed the three immortal beings. 

Bosacius sighs dramatically and throws one of his arms around your shoulders. “Alright, your bodyguards can come along with us.” He ruffles your hair playfully. “In the meantime, they can bond with each other as well! I can see some tension between them,” Bosacius whispers loudly to you, ignoring the looks the men shot in his direction.

Diluc hums to himself. “It would be nice to get to know all of you better. We’ve been living together for months now, and I know little things about all of you. So it would be nice to bond with all of you.” Diluc strokes his chin.

“Yeah, I’m down for that! Making twenty new pals while our cute lover goes and explores the Chasm with the Yakshas a hundred feet from where we’re at.” Childe says, throwing his arms over Diluc and Dainsleif’s shoulders with a smug smile on his face.

Dainsleif sighs and crosses his arms over his shoulders. “Let’s just hope that this doesn’t backfire in our faces,” Dainsleif mutters, his blue eyes scanning the surroundings. 

The corners of Cyno’s lips tilt up. “I hope you’re all prepared for what I have in mind,” Cyno says. 

While the men follow behind you and the four Yakshas, you look around the Chasm in awe. It’s beautiful, it’s enormous, and you can’t wait to see all of the beautiful ores that have yet to be mined from the Chasm. Maybe you can take a few ores back to the abode as a souvenir! Speaking of ores, you want to get one of the rarest ores in the Chasm, but you know it’ll be complicated to mine them since they’re scattered around the Chasm.

“Is there anything you want to do at the Chasm, [Y/N]? I know you’ve never been here before, but perhaps you have some knowledge of the Chasm.” Bonanus says, skipping beside you while looking over at you curiously.

“I’m not sure if it’s possible, but I want to bring a souvenir back to the abode. An ore, but it’s rare and hard to find,” You reply.

Indarias looks at you with interest. “Are you talking about the Archaic Stone?” She asks.

Your eyes light up, and you nod your head. “That’s right! I am looking for the Archaic Stone! Although if we don’t find it, it’s totally fine because any ore from the Chasm is fine with me. I’m not picky, but bringing the Archaic Stone back to the abode would be cool!” You smile. “I registered to take this course at the Akademiya, where we study gems! It’s called gemology, and I’m taking it as an elective course since it’s not related to my major. I’m excited to take that class.” You clap your hands with excitement. 

“When taking that course, you should be careful what you say to gemologists and how your first impressions go. They can give you the coal shoulders.” Cyno comments. 

You stop in your tracks and turn to look over at Cyno. “I don’t know how you come up with these pun jokes so easily, but I applaud you for it because it’s impressive,” You said. 

“Of quartz, my jokes are going to be funny. I’m hilarious.” Cyno retorts, pressing his lips in a thin line to hide his growing smile.

Al Haitham rolls his eyes. “As much as I dislike your pun jokes, I find it impressive that you can come up with them out of thin air.” Al Haitham sighs. 

Bosacius shields his eyes and looks around the Chasm, squinting his eyes to try to get a glimpse of the rare stone you and Indarias were talking about earlier. In the distance, Bosacius spots a group of hilichurls and a mitachurl gathering around a rock a foot away from the edge of a cliff. Bosacius nudges Menogias and gestures in the direction of the hilichurls and mitachurl. It seems like he might have found this rare stone you’re looking for.

Bosacius turns to you. “Come here for a moment.” You look at Bosacius skeptically and look at the three Yakshas, who are giving Bosacius an unreadable expression. They look like they wanted to smack Bosacius for what he has planned on doing. And that is to take you to where the Archiac Stone is located—where the hilichurls and mitachurl are hanging out.

Menogias narrows his eyes and nudges the Yaksha with four arms. “What in the world are you doing?! You’re not going to take them to that area, are you?” Menogias whispers to Bosacius.

“Relax, I’m a Yaksha, remember? I can protect [Y/N] easily without needing any backup or assistance.” Bosacius says, crossing his arm over his chest while propping his hands on his hips.

Bonanus’ eyes widen. “I understand that you want to take [Y/N] to get the stone they want to get as a souvenir, but not while the hilichurls and mitachurl are still around that stone.” Bonanus looks up at the cliff and squints her eyes.

Bosacius lets out a dramatic sigh. “Alright, alright. I won’t take them there while the hilichurls and mitachurl are still alive, but I will take them to get that stone once I get rid of the hilichurls and mitachurl,” Bosacius states. Bosacius turns to look at you and holds up his index finger. “Give me a moment.”

You blink, and Bosacius disappears from your sight. You shrug your shoulders and walk over to the wooden cart that is filled with mined white iron chunks and crystal chunks. Indarias, Menogias, and Bonanus walk up to where you’re standing, occasionally looking up at the cliff where Bosacius is at.

“So, how did you end up with these men?” Indarias asks, looking over at the twenty men with the corners of her lips quirking up.

You blink at Indarias. “Can you clarify that? Are you asking about how I end up living with them or how I end up dating these men?” You raise your eyebrows at the yaksha with flaming red hair. The way her fiery red hair flows in the breeze gives the illusion of flames raging in the wind.

Indarias chuckles and nods her head. “Yes, how did you manage to capture the hearts of these men? It’s impressive, and it’s been ages since I’ve seen a relationship like this in Teyvat.” She strokes her chin with her hand; her hands remind you of molten lava burning in the volcanoes. Not only is she powerful, but she is also breathtaking.

You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t really know. I know it’s cliché to say that I’m no one special, but I really am. I don’t have a vision, I’m not rich, I’m not a public figure, nor do I come from a notable family. Heck, I’m not even from this world,” You said.

Bonanus tilts her head to the side. “Maybe that’s what makes you special! Despite you not being from this world, perhaps they feel this connection with you when they lay their eyes on you,” Bonanus says, sitting on the pile of mined ores while swinging her legs back and forth.

You think about Bonanus’ comment for a moment before looking over at where the men are standing. From a distance, the men are gathering around a large slab of rock, onikabutos placed on the rock. It was Itto versus Ayato, the men standing behind their respective onikabutos, arms either crossed over their chests or propped up on their hips.

“This time, my onikabuto is going to defeat yours, Lord Ayato!” Itto proclaims loudly, pointing at the Kamisato heir for a dramatic effect. 

Ayato lets out an amused chuckle. “Well, we shall see about that. This wouldn’t be the first, second, third, or fourth time for me to beat you in the beetle fight,” Ayato states smugly, smirking at the oni that is standing on the other side of the rock slab.

Childe slaps down a big bag of mora at the edge of the rock slab, crossing his arms over his chest with a smug smile on his face. “I’m rooting for my fellow hydro vision wielder.” Itto looks at Childe with a look of betrayal. The men around Ayato, Childe, and Itto mutter to one another, digging into their pocks and pulling out their bags of mora before announcing who they’re rooting for and who’s going to win the match.

Menogias squints his eyes and leans forward. “What in the Teyvat are they doing?” Menogias asks softly. Menogias crosses his arms over his chest and looks over at you for answers.

“Itto and Ayato are having a beetle fight. And what the others are doing, they are betting who is going to win the round by placing however much mora they want to bet on,” You reply. “I would join, but watching them gamble against each other is hilarious.” You snort. 

“Huh! So it turns out that they’re already friends?” Bosacius asks, walking up to you, Menogias, Bonanus, and Indarias. “I thought they only tolerate each other’s presence because they’re all dating you.” Bosacius comments, standing beside you.

“There are times when they’re friends and times where they tolerate each other’s presence. Overall, they do get along with each other.” You chuckle. 

“They have a strange bond, almost like siblings,” Bonanus says thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side, resting on her shoulder.

You smile and nod your head. “Yeah, almost like siblings.”

The men suddenly erupted with loud cheers, and others with loud groans. You and the four Yakshas turn to look at what is happening from a distance. Those who vote for Itto are cheering loudly, clapping hands, high-fiving each other, and clapping Itto on the back. Those who vote for Ayato are groaning and doubling over with defeat.

“Congratulations on your win, Itto!” Diluc smiles at the oni, patting Itto’s shoulders.

Itto smiles widely. “Thanks, Diluc!” He grabs Diluc’s hand and gives his hand a squeeze.

“What is going on?? Menogias blinks.

Bosacius groans. “Aw, man! Did we miss out on the beetle fight already!?” Bosacius exclaims, running his hands through his hair with a pout on his face.

You see Zhongli approach Itto and congratulate the oni; Zhongli places his hand on Itto’s back and gives the oni a proud smile. 

Itto gives Zhongli a bashful smile, “Thank you, Zhongli! I appreciate it!” Itto blushes, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. Itto pulls Zhongli into a hug and lifts the former Geo archon, catching him by surprise. Zhongli laughs and pats Itto’s head with an endearing smile on his face.

“Alright, Itto. You can put me down now.” Zhongli chuckles. Itto lets out a nervous laugh and places Zhongli back down on the ground. 

“I knew you could do it, buddy! You finally beat Lord Ayato!” Gorou says, patting Itto’s back with a big smile on his face.

Aether and Heizou nod their heads. “We always believed in you, and you came out as the victor in the end!” Aether says, giving Itto a thumbs up.

Heizou nudges Aether. “Hey, does that mean we get the mora that is betted against Itto?” Heizou whispers to the blond male.

“Fair is fair,” Baizhu says, looking over at the losing team.

Kaeya shakes his head. “You would think that Itto is going to lose this round, but it ends up being the opposite,” Kaeya says.

The winning team walks over to the team that lost and gives each other pats on the shoulders, high-fives, and a rub on the back. You pout at the adorable scene and cup your cheeks with your hands, trying to hold back a squeal. They trade laughs with each other and talk idly with one another, looking out to the Chasm and back at the onikabutos on the rock slab. You rest your back against the wooden cart and watch the loves of your life closely, enamored with the interaction that is going on between them.

“You did good, Itto. I’m proud of you.” Ayato says, giving Itto a small smile. Itto looks like he’s going to burst into tears at any moment, his cheeks flushing red as he stumbles over his words before muttering out a shy “thank you.” Childe brings Ayato into a side hug, patting him over the shoulders.’

“Congratulations on your win, Itto! You did great out there!” Thoma says.

Venti was deflated; he was sprawled over the rock slab with the onikabutos on his back. “There goes my chance of buying wine,” Venti hiccups. His bottom lip is jutting out in a pout.

Both Tighnari and Cyno pat Venti’s head. “There, there, Venti! I’m sure Master Diluc wouldn’t mind letting you drink some Dandelion Wine for free back at the abode,” Tighnari says.

Scaramouche snorts. “Judging by the look on Master Diluc’s face, I don’t think that’ll be happening,” said Scaramouche. 

Dainsleif cracks a smile at Scaramouche’s comment and Venti’s dramatic pout, shaking his head. “I’m sure Master Diluc will allow you to drink Dandelion Wine as long as you don’t sneak into the wine cellar like last time,” Dainsleif says, giving Venti the side eye. Venti’s cheeks turn bright red, and he stumbles off the rock slab, causing the onikabutos to slide off of Venti’s back and onto the rock slab.

“Ah yes, that was the time when I witnessed Master Diluc’s wrath for the first time,” Kazuha says, stroking his chin with a smile on his face.

Albedo nods his head. “I have never seen someone so angry before until that incident with the wine cellar at the abode,” Albedo says, leaning up against the tree beside Kazuha.

You feel someone nudge you. You look over to see Bosacius holding up the Archiac Stone to you with a smile on his face. Your eyes widen, and you grab the stone from Bosacius’ hands, gazing down at the stone in awe. You look up at Bosacius, the feeling of guilt gnawing at you after realizing that you’re so distracted by the men’s adorable interaction that you didn’t get to go to the area where Bosacius acquired the Archiac Stone.

“Hey, what’s with that look on your face?” Bosacius asks, looking at you worriedly.

You sigh and let your hands fall to your side, still gripping the Archiac Stone. “I was so distracted by what’s going on that I didn’t even realize that you left to get me the stone,” You said softly. “I’m sorry, Bosacius. I knew you wanted to take me to the top of the cliff where the Archiac Stone was located, but I wasted your time.” You bow your head with shame, your shoulders slumping with a deep frown on your face.

Bosacius looks at you with surprise, his eyes wide and mouth agape. The look of shock slowly melts away, and he gives you a soft smile, throwing his arms over your shoulders and pulling you into a hug. “No need to worry about it, [Y/N]!” Bosacius ruffles your hair. “With that adorable pout on your face and how you look at those men, I can see why they’re so in love with you.” Bosacius lets out boisterous laughter. 

“I-” You cover your face, feeling heat rushing to your face and to the tips of your ears.

“I might as well snatch you up for myself while they’re distracted.” Bosacius jokes, grabbing you by the waist and tossing you over his shoulders. “But don’t worry, I’ll return you to them by the end of the day!” He pats the back of your thighs.

“They’re not going to like this.” Menogias sighs, massaging his temples. “Rex Lapis is going to make you suffer the wrath of the rock,” Menogias warns. Bosacius lets out a sarcastic “tch!” and walks off with you over his shoulders.

Bosacius pauses in his steps and turns around. “It’s not like I’m going to be taking them for myself for eternity! As much as I would love to do that, which I can, I won’t do that because I know Xiao and Zhongli will go after my head if I do!” He pats the back of your legs again.

Before you could say something, a tiny, yet sharp, pebble flies to Bosacius’ face, hitting him right in the eye.

“Ow!” Bosacius yelps, dropping you on the ground.

You groan and rub your aching butt. You slowly stand up and look in the direction where the pebble came from. Xiao holds a rock in his hands, tossing it in the air before catching it. Xiao stares at Bosacius with his eyes narrowed, trained on his target.

“If you dare to take [Y/N] away from us, expect consequences,” Xiao states, his hand gripping the rock tightly.

Baizhu hums and strokes his chin. “As much as I don’t condone violence, I might excuse violence this one time…” Baizhu trails off.

Aether leans to whisper to Xiao. “Hey Xiao, weren’t you happy about seeing the Yakshas return?” Aether asks, raising his eyebrows at the shorter Yaksha. 

Xiao rolls his eyes. “Well, they can return to their graves for all I care,” Xiao grumbles.

You blink at Xiao with wide eyes. “Xiao! Don’t say stuff like that!” You hiss, giving the man a look. Xiao huffs and lets the rock fall to the ground; he crosses his arms over his chest and sticks his nose in the air.

Bonanus and Indarias chuckle and drape their arms over your shoulders. “While you men figure out how to get along, [Y/N], Bonanus, and I will be exploring the Chasm.” Indarias says, pulling you away from the group by your wrist, with Bonanus following after you two.

You turn to look at your boyfriends, Bosacius and Menogias. “Have fun bonding! We won’t be too far!” You holler over your shoulders.

Your boyfriends and the two Yakshas follow after you, Bonanus, and Indarias, grumbling amongst one another. As much as they wanted to take you back to the abode and not have to deal with Bosacius attempting to steal you away from them, they didn’t have the heart to do it. Especially when they see how you, Bonanus, and Indarias get along with each other so well. Plus, today is supposed to be the day when you take a break from your studies and assignments. They might as well try to strengthen their bond with each other while you’re exploring the Chasm with the hydro and pyro Yakshas while admiring the Archiac Stone in your hands a couple of meters ahead of the men.

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[lemonthepotato]

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I keep getting videos like “ILLYMATION DESTROYED HER CAREER” and “WOKE YOUTUBER TRIED TO CANCEL ME” in my recommended. I finally look into the situation and I’m just… so confused. So I skimmed the guys original video, right? Come to the 10:00 mark, and I stop skipping, and it’s just him insulting her appearance 💀.

So, I look into the situation, and her crime is having a bad opinion and trying to get a video taken down. If having a a bad opinion is a crime, 80% of YouTubers are criminals. As for trying to get the video taken down? Sure, you could call it petty. But cancel-worthy? I just consider it human error.

Apparently doing 1 questionable thing means you deserve to be treated like the devil and treated like a criminal mastermind. It’s the IRL equivalent of kicking Sharon out of book club because she made fun of you.

Also, I was looking at that LBYS guys channel, right? It’s just a bunch of content about “wOoooOOke people.” I uh, yeah. Wow.

I’m not saying she did nothing wrong. Just like… I think it’s being overdramatised.

Full disclosure, I haven’t watched Illymations video in full, or TBYS, but the “there are no bad foods” comment or smth like that is kinda true, just poorly worded. Essentially, it’s about eating in moderation. Nothing wrong with a square of chocolate on a Saturday, but pizza every day is different. Honestly, criticise the video if you want, I haven’t seen it all, so I won’t comment on that. Just. Yeah?

I’m not an illymation stan. I’ve only talked about her once before in relation to a different situation (the reitanna situation and her god awful statement about illymations grooming.) and I don’t watch all her content. I like her music though (Ursa Major), it’s good. I just like. Think the situation is a bit blown out of proportion?

Idk, tell me I’m wrong in my replies or something. I probably won’t respond but I won’t delete your comment unless you’re just being an ass and I’ll hear you out if I’m wrong. I’m just sick of this. Every few weeks I get a video in my recommended like “THIS YOUTUBERS CAREER IS OVER” and it’s always overdramatising the silliest shit.

“She sent 2 million people to harass him.” No? She made a tumblr post telling people to report the video. You know, I can’t even FIND the tumblr post, so that 2 million people claim is a bit over dramatic. She doesn’t even have her tumblr linked to her YouTube. Wait, was it on Twitter? People are claiming it’s on tumblr. I’m so confused.

Also I haven’t watched all of TBYS’s video but people are saying the dress part wasn’t even the worst part of what he said. Idk if that’s true. I condone doing your own research and free thinking so I’d be a hypocrite to say he 100% said anything terrible. It’s weird, cuz Reddit is mostly on Illy’s side, while everywhere else is against her, and that’s really funny to me, because REDDIT of all places?

Idk I’ll probably delete this later. I don’t keep my rants up for long but I’ve been keeping them up a lot recently even tho like, I’m meant to be deleting them? Ugh, I guess I just got lazy. Anyway, bye, love you, or whatever.

[hawkogurl]

I'll probably have more to say about this later bc I'm going to sleep soon, but I feel like, you, oliveroctavius, me, and a few other people are like the small minority I've seen anywhere who actually criticize TASM for the eugenics and ableism, and it honestly floors me that no one talks about it when it's so blatant and tumblr loves bringing up disability and ableism otherwise? Like, it's not even a case of how everyone has valid differing opinions and needs/wants when it comes to how the vast range of disabled experiences should be approached in fiction and there's nuance in how to do even tricky, but real experiences like grief and loss - we're talking about a film series where an antagonist meant to be sympathetic makes a speech about disability being a weakness of humanity that must be genetically eradicated to strengthen it (which is never deconstructed or challenged) and has no other characterization beyond sad amputee whose only interest for a decade is his missing arm, and where Peter is some kind of genetic chosen one whose Good Genes give him cool powers, and the whole mess with Harry.

The few other times on tumblr I've seen it brought up is to like, woobify (internalized) ableism even though the films go way beyond realistic personal struggle and straight into eugenics, and as someone with a Lizard niche in the Spidey fandom, I'm floored at how everywhere else, I keep seeing the TASM version of the character topping best adaptation discussions by a huge margin compared to way better takes with zero references of the ableism (this was not the case even a few years ago, idk what happened), and you can correct me on this if I'm wrong bc you would know more about the Harry side of things than me, but I feel like TASM!Harry used to be very popular and be moved, at least until MSM2017 and Insomniac came along.

Hi sorry my brother just graduated college. Anyways, in regards to the Harry side of things, I think a lot of the ableism SHOULD be pretty obvious, but apparently it’s not considering how little critical thought there is with all these villains. There’s the good genes bad genes eugenics of Harry wanting Peter’s blood to cure himself and then it doesn’t work because the spider only worked with Peter’s “good genes” (I don’t care about their in canon excuse, it still buys into this trope) and it reacted so badly with the TERMINALLY ILL CHARACTERS “bad genes” that he turned crazy and evil. And that’s ignoring my general distaste for disability or “insanity” being used primarily as a source of fear for the good, noble, and of course able bodied protagonists.

Something that’s also pretty weird that nobody mentions is the fact that like, Electro in these movies just HAD to talk to nothing. Normally it wouldn’t bother me as much or I might be willing to give it a pass, but it’s these movies, which just love to make their disdain for disabled people clear, so it comes off as super bad taste.

Like… I’m only scratching the surface. Why are there three people who consistently point out how ableist these movies are? Especially when as you said, tasm Harry is pretty popular! Ignoring my beef with him as a Harry Osborn, it’s so odd to me because so much of that is either like, sort of romanticizing his chronic illness and breakdown or getting off on that ableist insanity I mentioned earlier.

And when you bring it up, people get SUPER defensive. I don’t know if like, the amount of invalid criticism just makes people defensive or if it makes people think there’s NO valid criticism but like… these movies aren’t bad for the reasons you think. The issues they have are like… the writing saying that eugenics is cool and fun alongside generally iffy writing.

[milflewis]

Really sorry if this is a dumb question but how did dantteri become a thing? Is there some masterpost out there I could read? Thank you and sorry if this is stupid!

long story short is that dantteri became a thing bc daniel ricciardo is incapable of being normal about valtteri bottas. like. physically unable. the rest is under the cut.

here’s a brief rundown of their history by the great ag tumblr user @andreagrimes themselves. i will wait for you to read it. i will also wait for you to read this masterpiece of modern poetry by lo tumblr user @hungerpunch. both are mandatory reading btw!!!!!!!

they basically came up together and their rivalry when they were younger v much dictated where they ended up in formula one (daniel to redbull and valtteri to merc) but they were never friends! this is not pierresteban or brocedes. these two are Something Else

they just raced against each other. and then they’re in f1 (daniel first. valtteri a year later) and daniel’s career starts off more successful than valtteri’s. starting with him getting a race win first and ending with him jumping v quickly into redbull and beating four time wdc sebastian vettel while valtteri is in a williams (and tbf does quite well but like. it’s still a williams) and then goes into merc with lewis. and. ok. it’s lewis hamilton yk. and so he never beat lewis but i will fight anyone who says that valtteri didn’t do a fucking amazing job while in merc. that just anyone could've been put in the position and seat that he was put in and not only handled it that well but also performed to that high of a level. you don’t need to beat your teammate to have done good! esp when said teammate is lewis fucking seven eight time world champion yeah i have over 100 race wins what about it hamilton who says HIMSELF that valtteri pushed him. that valtteri was faster than him in some races. pls be serious!!!!!!!

and as ag says. while this is all happening daniel makes comments about valtteri’s position in merc and being a second driver. there’s an interview with max when he’s in redbull where he’s asked what was the best race he ever did or smth and he names the fucking formula renault race from 2008 where val dominates all weekend and then daniel overtakes him in the last lap and daniel says: thanks, valtteri, nothing has changed. bc he’s fucking insane. (not the interview but a clip of an article talking about that championship). he then LEAVES redbull bc HE doesn’t want to be a second driver. which. fair. and he goes to renault. gets paid a lot of money. gets a podium. dips. goes to mclaren. gets another podium. (which he shares with WHO???? you guessed it. valtteri bottas.) becomes what is essentially a second driver. that shitshow happens. you know the story.

AND DURING ALL OF THIS. smth seems to like. switch on in daniel? idk if it’s bc he seems to be trying to recreate this rivalry he had with val when they were younger and it’s just not there in f1. bc of their circumstances but also bc val does Not Care lmao. or if it’s bc he’s like. omg he’s like. cool i want him to like me. or if it’s both or smth else entirely but he gets Weird. with a capital w.

a v important detail to know is that shoeys are daniel’s thing in formula one. like. they are daniel ricciardo. it’s like seb and the finger. daniel gets everyone who is on the podium with him to do it. literally everyone. he got lando norris who is one of the most squeamish ppl i’ve ever seen on telly to do it. and yet. valtteri and daniel have shared a podium several times and every single time valtteri has dodged it. here is daniel finding out that valtteri has never done it. it’s pure gold.

(also! i just found out from ag that apparently at the end of 2022 bc of daniel’s defending against seb in abu dhabi alfa romeo were able to win p6 in the constructors and so there were some alfa romeo mechanics doing shoeys in celebration. which. god. the layers there! valtteri refusing to do it even when faced with daniel right there but valtteri’s ppl being more than happy to despite daniel not being there….)

as ag reminded me the other day. april fools. 2022. valtteri said that he was going to be coming out with a wine brand. and then after was like. hahaha jokes! jokes! i would never be so cringe and basic 😌. but as we all know. daniel is the most basic of all basic white girlies (gn) and a few days later came out with his own wine and a shoey decanter. the tackiness levels were high and he was soooo delighted with himself.

at one point daniel did ask valtteri to try his wine which it’s like. just fucking ask him out this is getting tiring. and valtteri was like. it’s ok? and daniel apparently nearly swoons at the mere thought of val tasting it. let alone liking it.

jump scene. cue cut. back to 2021 and daniel guessing valtteri for his secret santa bc he was given a bottle of red wine and “i know he likes his red”. spoiler alert: it was not valtteri. and THEN. like a year later i think. valtteri guesses daniel bc and i quote. “someone with taste of, like, funky things, like…it could be daniel?” FUNKY THINGS . is this a compliment. is it an insult. either way i’m fairly sure daniel was buzzin after he heard.

omg and the bottass. so when dts came out in 2021 and valtteri showed his bare ass and balls on tv but netflix only let us see one of them. cheap cunts. daniel had A Moment on twitter. see below:

and then! when valtteri does that whole poster of his ass out in a river for charity thing in 2022? i think? daniel has another Moment but it’s when he’s asked what is smth unusual he wants to do and HE TALKS ABOUT VALTTERI AND HIS ASS PIC ? 🤨 ??? and to add insult to injury. valtteri never once acknowledges this in public but what he DOES do is make a show out of giving a poster to lewis while staring at him like he shits gold after lewis was asked about the poster in an interview and didn’t even know what they were talking about!!!!!! it is literally painful to watch for so many reasons.

you just know daniel was seething. lewis is a fake fan while daniel is a real one!!!!! daniel nearly half recreated the same photo but he’s not in the river and he’s fully clothed. coward. AND he gushed about the pic unprompted!!!! but lewis! who didn’t even KNOW it existed bc he doesn’t have valtteri’s notifs on 🙄 gets a signed copy???? AND A PERSONAL VISIT???? where he has the nerve to say not that he already doesn’t have stuff to remember vb by. all while valtteri is bright pink in the face. i tip my hat off to daniel for not committing vehicle manslaughter right there and then.

and for all that daniel has talked shit about valtteri in the past and more specifically valtteri in mercedes. he had nothing but praise for him going to alfa romeo??? while ppl were like. it’s a step down! what a waste. daniel is like. valtteri isn’t stupid. he knows what he wants and needs and he’s going for it. which!!!!!!! is what daniel tried to do!!!!!!! but it worked out sm better for valtteri than it did for him. which. actually is a running theme throughout their entire careers 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i need three to five business days to recover every time i think about it

and NOW. now. he doesn’t know what to do with that fact that valtteri seems to have adopted australia which has adopted him right back and has an australian gf and has a mullet and mustache and wears flip flops and tanks and is sooo australian but still doesn’t seem impressed by daniel who IS australian ????? his poor brain. bless.

he used to get sooo giggly last year whenever he’d put his camera in val’s face and take a snap. it was hard to watch. literally just go onto daniel's jpg instagram account. there's a few v v close up pictures of valtteri's face. daniel actually captions one with fanboying before - in how eye imagined it went - he chickens out and adds a few more pictures of other drivers to the post after the cover picture of val. disgraceful.

like.

wtf. why are you as a man being changed by another man's hairstyle.

i also need it to be known that for years daniel didn't follow valtteri on social media. despite talking about him A LOT (including the bottass tweets from earlier) until valtteri rocked up with a mullet and a 'what's cracking, australia' vibe and then he caved and followed him on insta. valtteri didn't follow him back.

in summary: daniel got a seat both in f1 and later in a top team and a race win before valtteri. tho valtteri ended up with more wins in the end. daniel joined said top team thinking he was going to be top dog and was pushed into second. valtteri always knew he was second driver before all else. daniel jumped from team to team to escape this before ending up in mclaren's shitbox and regulated to second. once again behind a younger driver. that went tits up so badly that he was left without a seat for the 2022 and had to go back to the top team that he left bc he didn't want to be second driver and signed to be their reserve. valtteri left mercedes with ten wins and the longest q3 consecutive streak ever with 103 weekends to join a team that welcomed him with open arms and gave him a multi year contract. they mirror each other as much as they contrast. what if i cried for a hundred years