#but yeah i can feel the brainrot forming in my brain

[stay-xen]

Project: Eden's Garden

since i've seen several people post their opinions regarding the new danganronpa fangame's cast, why not join in since i finished the prologue?

spoilers for the prologue and predictions up ahead!

Damon Maitsu First of all, making the protagonist the ultimate debater is a really clever idea to make him lead the trials. also he's such a dick. i love him. he reminds me of early chapters byakuya and i want him to realise that he needs to trust the others to stay alive. very interesting approach for a protagonist imo

Eva Tsunaka My girl, i already love her. i feel like she'll make a grat 'rival' character, especially with her talent and animal motif. although wolfie might be the rival? not sure about it yet. i do believe that she will be alive for a while, maybe even sacrificing herself for the group in the end

Desmond Hall I trust him with my life. He has a SHARK motif, of course i'm going to trust him. he seems like such a good boy so i assume that he will become a victim sooner or later. if he ends up being a blackened i WILL cry

Eloise Taulner I am going to protect her with everything i have. very shy and anxious, i assume she will find strength eventually and become more confident, possible after losing somebody close to her? swan motif is very sweet for her :c

Toshiko Kayura My daughter is definitely compensating for being young, trying to be more mature than she is. i adore her getting flustered when called out, i hope that she will survive. she's a baby so pleaaase

Wenona step on me. i don't trust her, at all. she seems like a mirror for Damon, so my current guess is that she might become a blackened (or victim, either way i think it might involve cassidy)

Ulysses Wilhelm My useless son, i love him. he's so smart yet so dumb. please stay safe. current guess is first victim, sadly. idk he hasn't really done much yet :C

Mark Berskii I ADORE HIM i love his design and his attitude. "call the fire brigade, Grace" hasn't left my mind yet. such a simple line, yet i love him. strong connection to Jet already, i assume Mark will be a survivor that gets drive after Jet dies?

Diana Venicia Oh i wish i could trust you, love. something about her talent having to do with make up (covering up/identies, etc) and the chameleon motiv really makes me worry about her. i don't think she's the mastermind, but i believe she might be a blackened. maybe first chapter even?

Wolfang Akire i do not trust you but i will forgive you everything you do. this man has me in a chokehold and i'm not complaining. there's something about him being a 'wolf in sheep's clothing' i KNOW it and i can't wait to see it. his extreme sense of justice in the mock class trial was very interesting to see and i assume it will only be more extreme in actual trials. potential rival, i fear he will not survive. maybe a blackened, having to go against his principals for a certain motive? he's so polite though, especially to Eloise :c

Kai Monteago My fail son, my wet paper back, my beautiful butterfly. i saw him and fell in love, i can't wait to see more of this idiot. although i hope for character development, my current feeling is that he is going to die :c yet at the same time i can see him be a survivor (like hiro, souda being the clueless one, although i know they're not following the usual scheme)

Jett Dawson I've had this wolf for like 4 hours but if anything happens to him i will kill everyone in this academy and then myself. SO precious, SO dumb, i can't wait to see him get closer to Mark and ultimately get my heart broken. Current guess: victim

Ingrid Grimwall awooga. strong woman yes. on a serious note, i like that she's rather feminine and still strong, but i haven't seen enough of her yet to form a proper opinion :c could see it go either way with her tbh

Grace Madison soybean. i adore her, she doesn't have a single braincell and is currently trying to steal Wolfgang's. a real one for trying to fight back AND being able to actually get the jump on Tozu. No high hopes for survival though ngl :c

Jean Delamer If he ends up being a blackened, i'll be sad. he seems like such a nice guy, very safe, very brrr. also a whole ass dragon motif??? how cool is that??? he really feels like a safe space for the group, both mentally and physically so i hope we get to see a lot of him!

Cassidy Amber The only valid rich person. LOVE the spiderweb clothes. wouldn't be surprised if she kills Wenona or dies trying lmao. not the smartest tool in the shed but i love gaming references so i'm more than happy. it IS a stepladder.

Tozu Why is he hot. he's not supposed to be hot i hate it here (/s). didn't expect him to look like this but i am more than happy with the design. please show me more of him

Mara WHO ARE YOU i wanna see you more and talk to her and aaaaa she's mysterious OwO

[sirenscriptures]

primarchs + fantasies

summary: basically just a ramble thirst post because i want to drag 30k/40k into my already mess of a blog. i’m still figuring out certain pieces of characterization/lore so be patient with me here <3 i am suffering this brainrot and dragging you down with me!

warnings/notes: nsfw themes (18+ only), fem-bodied depicted reader, mentions/depictions of exhibitionism, of course size difference, hints of breeding kinks, slight mention of blood drawing, bondage/rope play. (these are partial fantasies i think they’d have but also they are genuinely so touch starved i think even the slightest form of physical intimacy could make them combust. in a good way.)

featuring: lion el’jonson, fulgrim, leman russ, magnus, sanguinius, mortarion, and horus lupercal (pre-heresy)

lion el’jonson

look, if there’s one thing each of the primarchs could use in some way, it’s a fucking break. lion is definitely one of those primarchs. the man has always been on high alert, and has never truly known how to relax. that is, until he bonded with you.

the fact he’s found himself so close to you is quite a milestone of sorts. being a primarch of many secrets, you can assert that he isn’t someone who trusts easily. he doesn't let many others know what his deeper thoughts contain, not even some of his own blood.

however, it’s almost like he’s a different person in your presence. when he’s with you, he feels a profound sense of peace, like he can shut his mind off from his usual stressors and worries. especially during your alone time.

but it’s when he’s completely alone (a rare occurrence) that his thoughts tend to wander more than usual. it isn’t a total shock in the slightest when all he can think about is you. but when his thoughts are crowded with curiosities of what sounds you’d make while on top of him and how you’d feel wrapped around him…yeah it gets a little concerning to someone of his stature.

the thoughts of you like this start small…then they bloom into much more , to the point where if he even looks your direction when in this state of mind he’s a stuttering, flustered mess. a completely rare state for a primarch to be caught in, yet here we are.

so, it’s safe to say that while lion isn’t one to deeply “fantasize” like some of his brothers might, his intrusive thoughts about you certainly have a habit of spiraling and he has to physically slap himself to snap out of it.

fulgrim

in terms of fantasies, where do we even start with fulgrim? ever since you let him get close to you, whether that be on a personal or physical level, it was like opening pandora’s box. when you get him started, there is no going back.

it doesn’t have to be much to get him started with you. just your beauty alone and seeing you smile at him could get his dirtier thoughts racing. (horny bastard <3)

the fact that you were totally oblivious for a while of the power you held over him was amusing at times. though he was much bigger than you, he often thought about what you would do if he let you take the reins over him.

even just the thought of your soft hands running over his bare body could make him shiver. he could picture perfectly how beautiful you’d look if he had you on top of him. but he could also picture how beautiful you’d look if he had you in front of a mirror.

the way your delicate frame would lean against his chest as he fucked into you, massive hands roaming all about your perfect body…

most of the time he has to stop himself from thinking any further, for just the thoughts alone aren’t enough. maybe he’ll show you what he means when you’re alone with him in his chambers.

leman russ

if you want to delve into literal ferality, it is absolutely leman’s brain. and his actions, of course. so it isn’t far fetched to say his fantasies about you are in the same realm as his normal thought processes.

now, just because he is one of the more “feral” primarchs doesn’t mean he lacks complete restraint. but when it comes to you, let’s just say his restraint goes a bit…out the window if you know what i mean.

when his mind does wander and you’re not around, he tends to imagine showing you off. exhibiting how well he can pleasure you and how good you look while he does it to you. he doesn’t mind those of his legion seeing him with you like this, and even when you two are alone during these moments, he almost wants someone to see.

he would love to display the way he makes you whimper and squirm around him while rutting into you. though, he won’t let anyone get the wrong idea. you’re his, and he won’t let you forget that in the slightest.

but that’s not even half of what he’d like to do to you. and you can tell so blatantly in the way he teases you, unashamed of who’s around when he makes his usual remarks. but at the same time, he does it all out of love. he knows how annoyed you get from him pushing your buttons all the time, but he can tell you wouldn’t change it for anything.

magnus the red

for someone who sees most physical intimacy as a “waste of time” like a few of his other brothers, he certainly doesn’t stick to that thought process when it's you he's thinking about.

with magnus being as knowledgeable as he is, it genuinely frustrates him when he can’t figure out at first why he feels this way about someone like you. yet the more time he spends around you, and the more you show how open you are to learning from him and that you actually listen to him, the more these feelings start to increase.

in a strange way, he feels comforted by you. though when he’s closer to you than usual, these feelings of comfort seem to…deepen into more than he first expected.

even though he can’t pinpoint it at first, he finds that every time he’s away from you, the want for your presence grows within him like some sort of hunger. yet, it’s now laced with the craving to feel your touch.

his mind is generous in being able to envision you beneath him, body trembling with arousal as his touch travels your bare skin, admiring and caressing every inch of you. all of his senses are ablaze; the craving for your touch, voice, scent, everything becoming too much for even someone of his stature to endure.

shaking away these thoughts is much more of a challenge than magnus would first anticipate. but now that he’s come to this self discovery, he doesn’t want to waste anymore time merely thinking about it.

sanguinius

while sanguinius is the more compassionate of the primarchs when it comes to overall personality, don’t let that fool you. when this man gets down, he’s an absolute freak.

on a serious note, the one thing sanguinius loves is spoiling you, on all levels, of course. but he just has a little bit of extra fun when he gets to do it to you physically. he does love when you return the favor, but if he’s being completely honest he likes it more when he gets to please you.

when he’s with you in an ordinary setting, he doesn’t let his more “sinful” thoughts take over. out of many of his siblings, he is certainly one of the most restrained and can control himself when it comes to feelings such as these. one of the lucky ones, he supposes.

but despite being able to hide it, you do make it quite difficult at times. it can be anything that triggers that burning within him—the way you unsuspectingly bat your eyelashes when you stare at him, or when you look so bashful when he greets you with a kiss on your hand. or even when you accidentally brush up against one of his wings. and you aren’t even aware you do so much to him physically…

yet there’s not much that gets him going quite like the thought of driving you absolutely mad with pleasure (much like fulgrim if we’re being honest here). whether it’s the thought of how you’d react to his head in between your thighs until your legs tremble uncontrollably, or how pretty you’d sound when he drains just the slightest bit of blood from your tender neck…

sometimes he’s left heavy-breathed at the thought, and you’re not even in the same room as him. if only you were aware of the effects you had on him. though, something inside sanguinius felt as though it wouldn’t be a mystery for much longer.

mortarion

believe it or not, mortarion is not a total stranger to these kinds of thoughts. though, it’s much more intensified since you’re the only person he’s had these thoughts about.

with mortarion being one of the more distant and reserved of his brothers, his sex drive is one of those things he’s never had to deal with since he’s never felt this way about anyone else before. so it’s no surprise how easily pent up he can become.

even just the slightest things you do can get him electrified, and the poor, touch and affection-starved soul doesn’t even fully understand why. the way you smiled at him with genuine fondness from a distance the other day? he’s still thinking about it for weeks. the way your hand gently brushed against his face by mistake? still has him reeling even when he’s in your presence.

the way his thoughts of you overwhelm him is far from easy to deal with, and you immediately notice the way his behavior changes in response to these newer sensations.

it’s so much worse when he’s away from you for long periods of time, though. his mind is racing with everything from how beautiful you would look tied up in various positions; the imprints of rope staining your soft skin, to what sweet sounds he could get you to make in response to his mouth in between your legs.

his poor legionaries when they have to deal with him in this state…he’s so helplessly tuned out from everything and they have not a clue what’s going on with their primarch. but he won’t have to worry much longer, for he’ll be venting his sexual frustrations out on you when you’re both reunited.

horus lupercal (pre-heresy)

honestly, what doesn’t horus think about when he’s thinking about you? not many people can make his mind wander to even the most dangerous of places like you can. while he isn’t sure how this all started, he is far from complaining. honestly, what doesn’t horus think about when he’s thinking about you? not many people can make his mind wander to even the most dangerous of places like you can. while he isn’t sure how this all started, he is far from complaining.

the way he is around you is his usual self, but his thoughts about you aren’t restrained in the slightest. you’re so captivating, and while he wants to hang on every word you say to him, he can’t help but fantasize in the process.

horus doesn’t expect you to have a very strong effect on him at first, yet he’s proved wrong very quickly when he’s away from you. when he’s finally alone is when it hits him.

he thinks about how much he’d love it if he had you all to himself. he could imagine spoiling you in every way imaginable, but especially physically. he could imagine all the noises he could cause you to make, and all of the sensations he could make you feel. but most of all, he could imagine breeding you—filling you up with his seed to where you know that you’re his.

from there, you’re the cause of all of horus’ sleepless nights until he gets to see you again…

[yandere-daydreams]

Feel free to ignore this! I'm just v sleep deprived and having brain rot inspired by some things I saw in ur writing and thought it may be up ur alley. Also this brainrot thingy is mainly aimed at readers who have the ability to get pregnant so if that don't sit right with you feel free to ignore it or change aspects of it!

Hear me out right. A mix of the sex doll au and hybrid au (either fox or husky) for childe. But like in the doll au how he replaces components as a form of trying to live out the dad fantasy? Yeah that but in the hybrid au. Like reader is trying to rehabilitate this poor little baby fox kit/husky puppy that's really sickly and was abandoned. Childe basically looks at the reader playing nurse/mommy for this poor thing almost 24/7 (his attention is being deprived lol) and goes "oh yeah that little one is ours duh". He starts exhibiting protective dad behavior while simultaneously being like "look at how good of a job I can do".

Follow up to that the pup/kit either gets better and can be handed off to another conservationist who has other young hybrids and would do a better job at caring for them in a group environment with other hybrid kiddos so there's less of a risk of em becoming too domesticated. And reader is supper bummed out about it for a while bc all their attention was zoned in on this one really precious little one and now they've moved onto bigger pastures 🥲. Meanwhile childe sees this and is like "oh now I can both console my mate in their grief, I've proven I'm a capable partner, I can totally help them make new little ones!"

Take all of that inspo/brainstorming as u will. Also if you consider people submitting ideas as commissions I apologize for misunderstanding! Did not intend to overstep 🙇‍♀️

tw - implied violence, child neglect/abandonment, and obsessive behavior.

fjdkljdfksdj i think this would probably be more plausible with husky!childe, but something about this scenario with fox!childe is just,,,

it'd just be so sweet to watch him dote over the tiny, terrified kit one of your friends found shivering in a snowbank. you really aren't qualified to take care of such a young hybrid, but while you scramble to get a hold of a more experienced volunteer, childe picks up the slack. despite being old enough to walk, the poor thing barely leaves his arms. he handles their near-hourly feedings, modifies the ill-fitting clothes you pull out of storage to accommodate their tail and hind legs, even lets them crawl between you and him at night and violate his cardinal rule (no one else gets to so much as touch your bed except for him - an unspoken law that's resulted in more than a few bitten hands and bleeding guests). he does his best to put a dent in their never-ending energy, and when it's time for you to take over, he's never more than a few feet away, wagging his tail as you take the kit's temperature and try to convince them to swallow a few drops of medicine. and, when you finally contact a volunteer with a small shelter and a pack of orphaned kits, childe seems as happy as you are, rubbing his cheek against theirs as he tells them that they'll be home soon enough. it's sweet, even if fox-hybrid dynamics are, admittedly, a little lost on you. honestly, you're just relieved you'll be able to sleep through the night again.

at least, you're relieved until you get back from work the next day, until you find your door unlocked and your apartment wrecked, furniture overturned and rust-colored stains soaked into your carpeting. you find childe on the foot of your bed, bouncing a crying kit in his lap and gushing them quietly, but he doesn't look concerned. if anything, his posture is slack, the smile written across his face nothing short of ecstatic. he looks calm. he looks happy.

he looks like someone who only just found his way home.

[captain-mj]

Hey, 🦭 here back from the grave (was just resting after a hellish week of school)

I have been obsessed with Sleep Token especially their song called 'Chokehold' which in think is very eldritch GhostSoap coded, with Ghost being an eldritch god and Soap being his most devoted follower (iykyk)

And Ghost who just adores his follower and can't help but grant Soap's indulgence and desires because of his own selfishness

Could you possibly make a fic like that? Pretty please with a bit of dynamite on top :3

-🦭

(The brainrot is brainrotting /srs)

I love that song so much, I can of course do that!! Also, it's nice to see you again :)

Ghost sat in his temple silently. He observed those who came in and offered things and those with entertaining tales or genuine needs were given what they asked. Most requests though were... petty. Indulgent. A desperate plea for more attention, more money, more pleasure.

Ghost wanted to lash out at them some days. And he did. He'd curse them with impotence, poverty and isolation at the drop of a hat. It had become a known risk to everyone but...

Johnny.

His favorite follower.

He lifted his hand, letting the priest cut his wrist so blood would flow.

Ghost listened intently, letting the other prayers fall away like rushing water.

"Ghost." His name on his tongue was beautiful. "I am here to request something." Normally, Ghost would listen to his request, answer it immediately and let Soap leave. But today, he wanted it to be different.

Gently, not wanting to hurt him or any of his other loving followers, he spoke. "Everyone must leave except the current person praying."

His priests hopped to it, herding everyone out. It left Soap alone in the place of worship.

Soap looked up at the depictions of Ghost. Of dark wide eyes staring into the souls of anyone who came in. Ready to dismiss them or bless them on a whim.

"My God." He moved to kneel, averting his eyes. "I always feel your presence here. I never thought I'd be chosen to hear your voice or hold your attention like this."

"You think you hold all of my attention?" Ghost had created universes. Species. Had senses that would melt Soap's brain to even be explained. But yeah, Soap did in fact have all of his attention. He just shouldn't assume he did.

Or he could. Ghost doubted, even if he disrespected him to his face, he could stay mad for too long.

Soap tensed. "No! Of course not, it's just more attention than I'd ever expect. I'm...."

"Keep your eyes on the ground." Ghost stepped in front of him. Smoke billowed off of him, form fading in and out of existence. "Wouldn't want to drive my favorite follower insane."

Soap's breathing hitched. "Favorite?"

Ghost ignored him. "What is it you want?"

"I..."

"Spit it out."

"Health. For my family."

Ghost hummed. "Granted. What else?"

"What?"

"That's for your family. Would you like anything?"

"I... um..."

"Anything you want."

Soap nodded. "I... I don't know. I don't have anything else I desire."

Ghost hummed. "I see. How sweet." He trailed around him in circles. "Power beyond wildest dreams? Friends and worshippers? Enough money to indulgent in all forms of debauchery?"

"No. I don't find much interest in those."

Ghost nodded. "Well, I want to give you something for yourself. Selfishly of course."

Soap almost looked up before quickly remembering his place. "If you'd so please, my holiness."

My?

My??

Ghost touched him, feeling him shiver and shake, almost doubling over. Soap whimpered, burying his face on to the floor as sensations rushed through him. He ended the contact and watched him sink further.

"You're interesting, Johnny."

Soap took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Your family will be healthy. You have given me enough, today."

"If I found something to wish for, could I come back tomorrow?"

Ghost paused and mulled over it. "Come at night. You could spend it with me." He'd have to be so gentle, but the idea of holding Soap in his hands. "I won't fault you if you don't."

"I will. I'll be here. I promise, I'll..." Ghost grabbed him by the scruff and felt him twist in his hands, overcome with feelings again. Soap grabbed his leg for support and whimpered. It wasn't the most pleasant sensation for most people, but like he predicted, Soap liked it. Maybe it would become an addiction. That way Soap was just addicted to his presence as Ghost was becoming to Soap.

"You will. And I'll grant you all of your desires."

[mrghostrat]

Howdy! I am really considering starting a fic of my own and I've already got so much stuff written out for it, as well as a decent plan of action, but I always lose motivation right when I think I'm about to get it started. I'm always this way with big projects and I feel like small oneshots have been too little to sustain my brainrot, Do you have any tips on writing to share with a newbie?

i do!! i've been there a thousand times, with all kinds of projects (fan and original). know that it's a skill that you can hone, and the more you write the better you'll get at sustaining longer works 🙏

it's one of those things that's part luck at first, but hopefully this can help:

don't share WIPs or snippets, especially when you really really want to. maybe find one friend who will hype you up and get ferally excited in DMs about it, so you've got an outside force that's encouraging you to get to the later plot points. but in general, resist the urge

because you know that lil burst of dopamine you get when you share a sketch or wip or something online, and people are interacting with it or maybe congratulating you on your progress, and you feel really accomplished for a bit? yeah, that can be detrimental to long form projects. because brain says why bother finishing the thing or doing any more; you've already gotten the dopamine out of it, you already feel accomplished, let's rest! brain bad.

write the whole thing before you post it.

getting audience feedback is exquisite, and it can be a real driving force to make you want to continue. but it can also be a burden if you're in this early stage of honing your longform skills. you might get too swept up in the pressure to update if it's been a while since you wrote, and that can sour your whole association of the project. when it becomes a have to instead of a want to.

alternatively, some people work better under this kind of pressure. it's very subjective.

reread your work before diving back in

i sometimes reread too much and make myself really bored of it, so be careful not to hack and pick at it like i do. but if you go a week without writing, reread your last chapter/scene before starting the next. it can draw you in, trigger flow, and if you're me and you're obsessed w your own stories, will get you impatient to read what happens next which FORCES you to write the damn thing

baby step into it

i get that "one shots aren't enough" 100%. but it can def be daunting to suddenly commit yourself to a 50k multichapter when you're not used to it. plan something that has one or two pivotal plot beats and set yourself up for a 10k thing with a couple of chapters. ease yourself into it. set yourself up for success ✨

[templegate]

Why ate you brainrotting me into a ship that dosen't doesn't exist nooooooooo

Imposter×izuru my beloved

YEAH. I AGREE. Here I'll talk more about it and drag you deeper into the hole

I feel like im despair Izuru hated the Imposter because they had become a perfect imitator. Any of their actual personality being suppressed for the sake of imitation. Like a sort of Ego Death. Izuru hated it because it was too reminiscent of himself. But after the NWP I think they begin to bond.

I mean this is all headcanon-

but I always saw Izuru as a pretty subservient being. I mean the Hope's Peak people probably wanted a good amount of control over him. So he's not really an active person. Needing someone to point him in whatever direction.

Contrasted with the Imposter who is naturally a leader. They care a whole lot about people because they're so good at reading people. And despite their feeling that they lack an identity, they still have aspects that shine through.

Izuru is supposed to be a new personality. A metamorphosis after Hajime Hinata had been completely erased. But Izuru cannot seem to form an identity. Think about it. He never really has anything he cares about, people he cares about, likes or dislikes. Even his constant stating that hes bored is just a statement of fact. Not really said with any malic.

While the Imposter is supposed to be nothing. Supposed to be someone who can become anything. And despite it. They have so much personality. They care about people, have a pension for leadership, love food and love their body. This isn't a person with no personality.

So they both fucked up what they were supposed to do. A person meant to be a void cares, and the person meant to care is a void.

That might be a source of jealousy between the two. It might not. But they're kind of polar opposites. The Imposter's understanding of people leads to them caring more for them. Willing to sacrifice themselves to save someone who they knew was dangerous. While Izuru understands people on such a deep level that he finds them boring. Disliking most people he interacts with and being generally apathetic. Being perfectly willing to sacrifice people around him.

And I think after the NWP, The Imposter starts to come into their own, since constantly pretending to be someone else is terrible for your mental health. They're not used to it at all. They take up a leadership role and kind of have a workaholic duo with Hajime and Izuru. Maybe the imposter also has a better time dealing with the Despair version of themself. Since they already are pretty good at compartmentalizing their identity.

While Izuru- I've spoken before how I think the return of Hajime Hinata to his headspace causes Izuru to like... Be able to be someone. Since the parts of his brain that were suppressed to destroy Hajime are reactivated- suddenly Izuru is like... Capable of feeling and caring for people, and having opinions and a personality. And i see them as a system too. So now Izuru is feeling all these things- is super overwhelmed and can't interpret any of them. And his headmate is there too and his emotions are even stronger.

And i imagine that Izuru has only one person who can possibly understand what it's like- The Imposter. So they have weird conversations with 12 layers of context and subterfuge. And then maybe they kiss as well.

It's literally because they are such great foils to eachother too. Like i wish it was brought up in canon cause they're sooooo similar and yet so different.

[yestrday]

FALL VICTIM TO MY BRAINROT...

corin doodles

my brain idea where thoma feeds corin sometimes, and he's just like, "thoma i am literally in love with you" (it was really good food)

unrelated to the academy au but giggling at that one post about childe coming home with blood on him and what if corin was his husband.

Corin looking him up and down.

"...Listen, I don't care WHAT you do outside of this house. But I swear, if you track that blood in here, you BETTER clean it up." resuming whatever he was doing. "Bring an extra change of clothes next time."

ALSO ALSO.... i kinda made a new character with corin in this academy au

yeah they're nana... they don't actually have any lore, but it's just funny if the harem just absolutely hates them and they're like "what did I even do???"

it'd be funny if they unintentionally interrupted the harem's time with Corin... rip though </3 (they can probably fight, cute characters that can fight are fun to me)

You get slightly more Corin lore btw because I'm. disorganized.

Corin isn't oblivious to the harem's antics and their obsession with him. He just... kind of lets it be. He's too stoned to care rn. It DEFINITELY comes back to haunt him in the end, but shhh, he's just silly!

Also Corin beats up Albert (I actually fucking hate Albert so much like,,,, leave my girl Barbara alone!!!!!) because I simply see that he is protective over his friends (yes. Barbara is his friend. you can't do anything about it.)

I did give him a sexuality btw,,,, he's asexual and demiromantic (also gay... that man loves men after a deep emotional bond is formed.. good for him..)

I'M SORRY FOR MY RAMBLING HERE'S MORE!!!!!

Corin's relationship with Diluc isn't necessarily romantic nor platonic but a secret third option. Definitely fucked up because yandere but it's a secret third option!

NO NANA... LITERALLY GASPED THEYRE LIKE THE MAIN CHARACTER IN A MAHWA WHERE THEY GET ISEKAIED INTO THE BODY OF AN UNSUSPECTING SIDE CHARACTER... I FEEL SO BAD THEY MIGHT DIE...

also corin is based for thoma 😔 that man is a walking green flag (stained with blood but we dont talk about that). also albert 😭 i dont hate the guy i feel like hes an overzealous stan at most but omg dont break him too bad corin

corin just letting things happen with the harem.... valid. if i had 10 tons of weed in my system i wouldnt give a shit either. also. i dont wanna die.

[sunlightandsuffering]

Free space to tell us your recent brainrottings about Size Queen Mikasa:

Ooooh my dear sweet anon bless u for giving me this space 😈😈Firstly, it will be named 'Need To Know' bc that doja song is my fucking ANTHEM!!! SUCH A BANGER! That song got me through the smut of bite me 😂😂 and I think it's a VERY apt name for size queen AU, 'baby i need to know??' PERFECT!! but I was writing this and I was like omg maybe I'll give her overdramatic trauma for why she doesn't want Eren lol. BUT ALSO this is cheesy and cliche and very unrefined lol, I just wrote it for the memes!!

"So," Sasha murmurs nervously, "Historia's best friend is hot huh?" Mikasa feigns innocence, maintaining her ignorance, "You mean Ymir, yeah I guess, but they're lesbians you know, not just friends. Get with it Sasha." Sasha smacks her on the arm with her pencil case, "Not Ymir idiot, I'm talking about Eren." "He's fine I guess," Mikasa lies through he teeth, because no he's not fine, and she's not fine, he's otherworldly handsome and he keeps touching her and she can't NOT think about him. Especially when he keeps cropping up everywhere she fucking goes, she can't escape him. "There's something wrong with you," Sasha tells her, as she doodles some stray bear on the edge of her textbook, "He's beautiful." Mikasa says nothing, pretending to be engrossed in her textbook. "And you know what else, I heard he's absolutely fucking packing from Hisu herself."

"He has equipment," Sasha tells her, a wide smile stretching across her face at her own awful joke. "Please stop."

"I can't, aren't you curious Mika? I'd love to know just how much he's packing, the stuff of porn, what is the truth!" Mikasa presses her lips together in an attempt to restrain herself from spilling her guts because she is prim and proper, she's not like Sasha. She's Mikasa, she prefers men with average sized equipment as Sasha so eloquently put it, likes sex mediocre and average, nothing too scary, nothing too life-changing. Likes her life nice and mundane, wants to find a nice average boyfriend, because average men don't leave, average men won't fuck her over like she's seen so many boys before do to her friends. An average man will make a nice, sweet, cookie cutter husband and that's exactly what she needs. A cookie-cutter husband for her cookie cutter life, perfectly average and mundane, no divorce like her parents, no cheating like what happened to her uncle, none of that, just blissful mediocrity.

"I need to know," Sasha asserts confidently and Mikasa struggles to keep quiet. "C'mon Mik aren't you curious, you think he's girthy." He is, she knows he's girthy, because there's no way he isn't, he's thick everywhere else, why wouldn't his dick be thick too? Her brain supplies her an image, unbidden of the corded muscles of his arms, how he'd caught her from falling down the stairs earlier, how much wider he is than her, towering over her much smaller form, how sleight she feels in comparison.

She shivers and Sasha catches her, whooping in delight, "I knew you were into it!" "I'm not! I like regular dicks Sasha, not big ones!"

"Sure," Sasha goads and Mikasa explodes, more at herself than Sasha if she's being real, because who is she really trying to convince.

"I do NOT like Eren Yeager or his monstrously-sized dick!"

It is at that very moment that she feels a large hand on her shoulder and a looming presence at her back and before she can turn to look, feel the deep baritone of his voice roll over her, she knows exactly who it is. "Too bad," he rumbles at her back as he takes the seat next to her, "I'm sure him and his monster sized dick like you."

She wants to die.

[manikasu-nyx]

haiku | kazuha x reader

been having 5wirl brainrot lately (namely kazuha heizou n’ xiao) so expect fics of them!

content/charas: kazuha, gn reader with they/them pronouns, aether, xinyan, beidou, some alcohol, drunk reader, accidental confessions

You slumped over on your table at the tavern in Liyue, groaning into your food as you held your head in your hands. This was the what, fourth time this week you had avoided going on an expedition with Beidou and her crew? And it was namely all cause of one person.

Kaedehara Kazuha, the object of your affections. The (no longer) fugitive from Inazuma who caught your eye the minute he appeared, and had slowly been catching your heart the same as he stayed. The longer you two spent together, the stronger you felt, and you hated it.

You didn’t want to make things weird between you two. Kazuha was a nice person to have on the ship, and was even nicer to talk to when the rest of the crew was too drunk to form coherent sentences. He’d calmly listen to you vent or ramble about whatever you wanted, and that carved him a special place in your heart. A little too special, for your liking.

And that’s why you were at the tavern. You were trying to eat and drink your problems off your mind, something that usually worked for you, yet isn’t working at all now. As you were trying to think about what to do next, a familiar voice called out to you.

“Hey y/n! What are ya’ doin out here? I thought for sure you’d be with Beidou n’ her crew!” Xinyan called, walking over to your table with Aether behind her, yet no Paimon in sight. Guess he was off babysitting duty for the day.

“Oh. Hey Xinyan, hey Aether,�� you said, looking up and trying to force a smile on your face. Obviously enough, it didn’t convince the two, as they looked at eachother and then sat down in front of you, Aether reaching a hand out towards you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, you blowing out a breath through your lips, sitting up and leaning your head on one hand, drumming your other on your forearm. You mused a way to answer without telling them exactly what’s wrong, because even though you trusted then to keep a secret, if Aether let even the tiniest think slip to his flying companion, may Morax help you.

“M’fine, it’s just… have you ever had super strong feelings you don’t know what to do with?” You asked, tilting your head a bit to put emphasis on your question.

Aether gave a nod, while Xinyan placed a hand on her chin in thought. “Yeah, all the time. Sometimes commissions are a lot for me, and the asking for help can get a little annoying… But I never mind it, so I just clear my emotions out whenever I need to fight monsters,” he said with a shrug, as if it was the most nonchalant thing in the world.

“…Okay, ignoring your borderline homicidal tendencies, I don’t think I have the stamina to fight anywhere near as many monsters as you do,” you said, waving on the thought without as second thought, Aether cocking his head at his “homicidal tendencies.”

“Hmm… Well, I normally just get my feelins’ out whenever I preform. Or if it’s somethin’ calmer, when I’m writin’ my songs,” she said, twirling her pick in her hand.

“Writing a song… maybe that’s not a bad idea…” you mused, rolling the thought around on your tongue, an idea coming to mind. Were you the most lyrically inclined? No, but you could write a poem. Kazuha’s rubbed off enough on you for you to be able to do that, right?

“Maybe it’s not! I’m glad I could help ya out, y/n. In exchange, you should come to my show later! I’ll be sure to get you a good spot! And Aether too, if he wants!” Xinyan exclaimed, turning to Aether and giving him a small nudge as she winked at you both.

Aether gave a small chuckle and turned to you, waiting for your response. “Well, I’m down to go either way. You, y/n?”

You thought it over for approximately four seconds before going “Ah, what the hell? Sure, I’ll go. Maybe some loud music is what I need to turn my brain off for a bit,” you said, smiling at the small cheer Xinyan gave.

“Great! Well then, I’ll see y’all at the show later! 9pm, don’t forget!” She said, standing up and waving. “I’ve gotta go practice, but I’ll see you two later!”

You and Aether waved at Xinyan as she left, before you turned back to the blonde, pushing your food to the side.

“So, I noticed you’re off babysitting duty. What’s up with that?”

“Huh…? Oh, Paimon! Well, it’s a long story…”

“Kazuha? Kazuha!” Beidou called, the boy in question snapping his head towards her, almost falling off his place on the edge of the ship. “What’s up with you, man? You’ve been distracted for the past couple of days,” she said, placing her hands on her hips, her body language showing slight annoyance but her face full of concern.

“Oh, have I? Sorry, just… thinking about some things,” he said, brushing off her words as he readjusted himself, moving further back on the edge of the ship, pulling a leaf out of his pocket.

“Hm… If you say so. Just remember, you’re welcome to drink with us any time if you need to get your mind off something. Make sure to tell y/n that too, if you see her. I haven’t seen them in a couple days,” she said, crossing her arms as she turned, preparing to walk off.

“And I’m sure they’re fine. You don’t have to worry about them so much, y’know? They’re a strong person, that’s why they’re on my crew,” she said, holding back a chuckle as she walked off, Kazuha’ face going red. Was he that easy to read? And if he was, did you already know? He tried to brush the thoughts off, playing a tune with his leaf. Xinyan had a show later, right? Maybe he’d go himself…

You were drunk. Not completely hammered, but definitely past the point of tipsy. Aether was trying to keep a close eye on you in the crowd, but man were the attendees as loud and rowdy as the music. He had managed to grab hold of your wrist a couple times, but you got separated by another show attendant almost immediately after. Maybe he didn’t completely get the day off babysitting.

Xinyan, on the other hand, was having the time of her life on the stage, as usual. She was belting her heart out to the music she was playing, sweat rolling down her forehead as fire blasted from the sides of the stage, curtesy of her own pyrotechnics.

Kazuha was off to the side sitting in a tree to get a view of the show and stay away from the crowd. He had learned before this was his preferred way to watch her shows, getting a good view and staying out of the way of any sudden mosh pits that might happen. He nodded his head to the music, closing his eyes and letting the guitar entrance his thoughts.

“Alright, everyone! Thank you all for comin! I hope you all enjoyed the show, and please be safe on your way out! I hope you’ll come an’ see my next one soon! Until then, rock on!” Xinyan exclaimed, striking a cord on her guitar as the crowd cheered one final time, before starting to exit the venue. Kazuha jumped down from his tree, before heading over to the stage, slipping around the back to where Xinyan was.

“Oh, Kazuha! I didn’t expect to see you here!” She said, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him, wiping her face with a towel while simultaneously drinking some water. “Ah, give me a sec, please…” she mumbled, hurrying to make herself presentable as he waved a hand, giving her a smile.

“No, don’t worry about it, I showed up unexpected. I just remembered you told me about this earlier, and I didn’t have much else to do, so I thought, why not?” He said, giving a small shrug as she laughed, stretching her arms out behind her.

“Well, I’m glad you did! Hey, Aether and y/n were here earlier too! I think they’re still here, and we’re supposed to do somethin’ together after this! Maybe you’d wanna come with us?” She asked, tilting her head at him as his eyes widened a bit.

You were at the show? And he’d get the chance to see you after your absence on The Crux? Well, maybe a little after party wouldn’t hurt… Besides, he could ask you where you’d been the past couple days. Everyone was worried about you… especially him.

While he was thinking of a response, Aether came running in a panic, calling your name frantically. “Y/n? Y/n! Kazuha, Xinyan, have you two seen y/n? They were with me in the crowd and at some point we got separated and now I can’t find them! Oh, I knew I shouldn’t have let them drink that much!” He rambled, clutching his hair in his fists as he paced, Xinyan going over and holding his shoulders.

“Aether, Aether! Calm down! Panicking isn’t going to help whatever’s happening! Now calm down n’ speak clearly, okay?” She said, nodding slowly as the blonde followed her movements, taking a deep breath and letting go of his hair, clenching his fists by his sides instead.

“Okay, okay… So, y/n got drunk before the show, right? I told them they should probably just go home and sleep it off, but they insisted they didn’t want to miss your show. I tried to stay close to them in the crowd, but with everyone pushing their way to the front, I lost them. I thought I could find them when everything started leaving, but I couldn’t see them anywhere! I don’t know where they went and they’re gone and I don’t know what to do!”

Both Kazuha and Xinyan’s eyes widened. You were drunk? And lost? That was most definitely not a good combo. Especially if you had gone outside of the city in your state. Kazuha spoke up immediately, blurting the first semi-thought through plan that came to mind.

“Okay, how about we split up to find them? If you find them, take them back to The Crux or Wangshu Inn, if they’ve managed to get that far. We’ll meet back up later to tell each other if we’ve found them, okay?” He suggested, the other two nodding almost immediately. It wasn’t like they had any other plans.

And so they split off, racing off into the night in different directions, shouting your name into the distance.

Kazuha went to the cliffs just next to the path towards the entrance to Liyue Harbor. It was a place you had showed him before, somewhere where you could see the whole city from above. It was especially nice during the Lantern Rite, where you could see all the lanterns float above the city into the night sky.

But he wasn’t here to think about that, he was here to find you. And his heart almost dropped once he saw your form crouched over in a ball at the place you were sitting. However, as he got closer, he heard soft snores coming from you, and he let out an audible sigh of relief.

That’s when he saw all the crumpled papers near you. What? He picked up a couple of them, attempting to make out the scribbled out messes, before eventually giving up, and looking at the one you had fallen asleep on top of.

It was an unfinished haiku. And from the looks of it, a confession. A blush covered his face, before an adoring smile grew, going over and picking up the scrapped pieces of paper surrounding you, placing them in his pouch, and gently lifting you sleeping form onto his back. You were a little heavy, but nothing he couldn’t handle. He’d have to be sure to tell Aether and Xinyan he found you later. And also make sure Aether wouldn’t start groveling at your feet for forgiveness. That would be awkward.

You groaned as you opened your eyes, still quite a bit tipsy from all your wine tasting earlier that night. You closed your eyes immediately after from exhaustion, and held on tighter to whatever was carrying you. It smelled nice, and warm, and familiar…

“Y/n? Are you awake?”

Hey, that sounded like Kazuha. And it smells like Kazuha.

It is Kazuha, isn’t it?

“Kazu…ha…?” You slurred out, opening your eyes again, now focusing on the white hair and partial view of his face.

“Yeah, it’s me. Are you okay? Does your head hurt?” He asked, your brain swirling to catch up. What was he doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be with Xinyan and Aether? Last thing you remember was her show and…

The memories came flooding back in. After her show, you resolved to take her advice from earlier and write a poem to express your feelings. After many failed attempts, you eventually settled on one haiku that needed a final line, but you couldn’t remember it.

“Kazuha, do you… my… poem…?” You attempted to ask, words falling from your barely coherent question. He nodded, looking forward again, attempting to hide his blush, not that you would notice in your state anyway.

“Yeah, I found it. It wasn’t quite done yet.

I love him so much.

Kaedehara Kazuha.

And that’s all you had, right?” He asked, you nodding in agreement.

“Yeah… couldn’t think of another line.”

“Well, I think I have one.”

“Huh?”

“And he loves me too.”

He finished your haiku with a blush, the only thing keeping him grounded being the humming you were doing right next to his ear.

“Hmm… Maybe… Wait…”

And your drunk brain finally clicked.

“Wait, Kazuha…? You really…?”

“I do, y/n. I have for a long time now.” He said, holding you closer to him, letting out a sigh at the huge weight that was off his chest.

“Man, really? You should’ve said something earlier… This wouldn’t have happened if you had…” you pouted, Kazuha giving a small chuckle at your reaction.

“Maybe not. Well, at least I know you’re safe now. Now c’mon, let’s take you back to the Crux. Everyone’s been worried about you, and there’s a nice warm bed waiting for you there,” he said, your eyes lighting up at the thought of a bed.

“Oh, a bed sounds really nice… Thanks, Kazu,” you said, leaning over and kissing his cheek, before nuzzling back into his neck, preparing to sleep the rest of the way back.

He blushed at the sudden contact of your lips, letting out a small cough, before shaking his head, forcing himself to focus on the walk ahead of him. He was glad he had finally gotten those feelings off his chest, and even more that you had reciprocated. He couldn’t wait to see your sober self’s reaction to everything in the morning either.

As for the discarded poems, he’d probably just throw those away. But he’d keep that haiku you had finished together for the rest of his days.

end note: my pinky fucking HURTS

also I don’t think this was very good but fuck it we ball

[lewishamil10n]

Hey, this might be a bit weird so if it’s uncomfortable or if I’m overstepping, I apologize and you can just ignore this. While I was scrolling through your feed (because I randomly remembered one of your Dr. House fics and I was looking for it), I saw your F1 posts and my brain went haywire and somehow came up with a Foreman/Chase F1 AU. I just feel it’d be so interesting! Like Chase getting into it because Rowan also raced but not really loving it and him feeling extremely pressured by all the expectations forced onto him. And Foreman, having worked hard to make it and to earn his place (withstanding prejudice and not having the same privileges as Chase), resents him. Basically… an enemies to lovers, I guess. I’ve been avoiding my college work and spending time daydreaming about this for some days, so I figured I would tell you. Again, I’m really sorry if this is rude, I don’t even know if you take prompts but it just felt too good not to share.

first of all "avoiding my college work" anon you are SO relatable <333 also, no don't worry i'm not uncomfortable at all!! i think you've given me a brand new form of brainrot though sdfdfgfds i can't promise to give you a full fic based on the premise but i'll answer as a prompt <3

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"What the hell were you thinking?"

Chase blinks as Foreman barges into his room, eyes blazing. He takes in Foreman's anger, the tightly coiled spring of his body, the clenched fists. "What are you talking about?" he asks, taken aback. He's had Foreman angry at him before, but never like this.

"Turn 5," Foreman says through teeth clenched so tightly that Chase can see the muscles of his jaw. "Care to explain what the hell that was?"

Oh. Right. That.

"I miscalculated," Chase says simply, turning back to the bag he'd been packing before Foreman's unwelcome visit.

"You never miscalculate," Foreman points out coldly. It could almost be a compliment if not for the context.

Chase shrugs, all false nonchalance and a fake looseness to his shoulders. "I suppose I did today."

"You triggered a safety car," Foreman reminds him.

"Yes," Chase says pointedly. "I was there."

Foreman scoffs. "Don't get cute with me," he warns. "I know when you're lying to me, Chase."

"Yeah?" Chase raises an eyebrow at him, insolent, challenging. "Then why come in here and make a scene? Why don't you just tell me what it is you think I did, and we can both carry on with our lives?"

This earns him a glare, like he knew it would. It irks Foreman how predictable he is to Chase, the same way Chase hates how Foreman always knows what he's thinking. They could be a good team, he thinks, if they really tried.

It's not the first time he's had this thought tonight. The last time was Turn 1 during the race, five laps from the end, when Taub lost control of his car and rammed into Chase's side. By Turn 3, Wilson had informed him over the phone, tone horribly sympathetic, that he'd have to retire; the damage to his car was too much and Rowan thought it would make more sense to save the engine the strain of even those last few laps. Chase had known, even then, what that tone meant from Wilson. It meant his father was furious, and Chase was going to have to deal with it.

So instead of confirming he would box, he asked Wilson, "Where's Foreman?"

"P3," Wilson had replied.

"Think he could win?"

"He'll pass Kutner in two laps. If he doesn't pit at all, a couple more laps and he should be past Cameron."

"What tires is he on?"

"Mediums, but they're almost gone."

Chase had considered the entire situation very carefully (and quickly), and come to the conclusion that if he couldn't win, Foreman still could. They were almost neck-to-neck on points. Even if neither of them got the WDC, Foreman's points would come in handy for the WCC. But left like this, it was too close to risk it. There was no guarantee he'd be able to overtake Cameron on the last lap on fucked mediums.

Before he could have talked himself out of it, Chase braced himself, and turned his wheel sharply to the left.

He'd gone flying into the wall. Thank God for TECPRO, or he definitely would have broken more than a few bones. As it was, he'd spent hours in Medical, every inch of him scanned and examined for injuries.

The bonus was that his father had been too angry to wait around for him, and therefore when Chase was finally cleared from Medical, he'd come back to a blessedly Rowan-free paddock. He gave his interviews, made up some bullshit about the crash, and then came back to his hotel room for some peace and quiet.

Well, at least until Foreman had come bursting in.

Chase looks up at him now. "Go on, then," he goads.

Foreman looks him straight in the eye. "You crashed on purpose," he states, and Chase freezes. He hadn't been expecting to be called out this easily. "I don't know why," Foreman goes on, "but you did."

Chase opens his mouth.

"Don't lie and say you didn't," Foreman warns before Chase can say anything. "I saw the data."

"I lost control of the car," Chase starts.

"On purpose," finishes Foreman. "Why?"

Well, no point in lying now, thinks Chase. He doesn't know if Foreman is going to believe the truth, especially from him, but that's not his problem, he decides. "I didn't want to pit and deal with my father," he says. "I knew it would piss him off. He wanted to save the engine. And..." He hesitates. "I knew it would trigger a safety car. You could pit without losing time in the race, and you could overtake Kutner and Cameron on fresh tires."

"Wait." Foreman blinks, frowning. "You did it so I'd win?"

"I did it so you had better chances," Chase corrects, but it's a silly thing to split hairs over. It's the literal same thing.

"I don't need your help," Foreman begins, but his anger is half-hearted now.

"I know," he says. "But I did it anyway. Hate me for it all you want, I don't care." He sounds tired suddenly, even to his own ears. He's spent months trying to convince Foreman they're on the same side, that Chase is not going to sabotage him. He's spent months fighting on all fronts — his father, his competitors, the media — and he's tired of it. He's exhausted. He hopes Foreman believes him tonight, but if he doesn't — well, Chase is fresh out of fucks to give.

To his surprise, all the fight goes out of Foreman. "I don't hate you," he says.

"Right," scoffs Chase.

"I don't," insists Foreman. "Yeah, I think you're an insufferable nepo baby, but if that was reason enough for me to hate people, I'd hate everyone here."

"You do hate everyone here," Chase points out.

Foreman snorts at that. He's actually grinning a little. "Well, except you," he points out.

"Could've fooled me."

That makes Foreman wince. "Sorry," he says, and to his credit he sounds like it too. "I shouldn't have come barging in like that."

"It's fine," Chase says. He's sitting at the edge of his bed now, suitcase abandoned with clothes half-spilling out.

Foreman joins him, sitting down next to him. He still smells like sweat and rubber, as opposed to Chase who has already showered. "Seen your dad yet?"

Chase shakes his head. "He's already going to yell at me during the team meeting, I didn't see any reason to give him a chance to do it to me in the paddock, too."

Foreman makes a face. "I wish he wouldn't," he admits.

"Wishing doesn't mean shit, though, does it," Chase points out. "I mean, he probably wishes I'd kill you and win the championship, but I'm not doing it, am I?"

"No, instead you're trying to kill yourself," Foreman says dryly. "Seriously though, don't do that again. I don't care what benefit you think it'll bring. Don't hurt yourself like that. Nothing is worth that."

"I'm not hurt." Chase doesn't know where this sudden concern for his well-being is coming from, but he won't deny it feels nice. Nicer than the constant arguments and derision, at least.

"You could've been," Foreman counters.

"What's the worst that can happen, I miss a few races?" dismisses Chase.

"No," says Foreman sharply. "You know the worst that can happen. Stop minimizing the risks."

"You don't want me to die?" Chase grins. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"Shut up," says Foreman, almost reflexively, and then gives Chase a tired grin. "Seriously, though. Swear you won't."

"Fine, fine, I swear," Chase says. He doesn't have a deathwish anyway. Maybe more of a recklessness issue sometimes, but not an actual wish to die.

"Good," says Foreman firmly. Then he stands. "Come on then. Let's go get this meeting over with."

"Yeah," says Chase, standing too. "Hope Dad hurries it up, I'm fucking starving."

"I know a good barbecue place nearby," Foreman says, in an off-hand sort of tone.

"You're offering me dinner?" Chase asks, surprised.

Foreman grins. "You did just win me a race."

"Fine, then." Chase grins back. "Your treat, though."

"'Course," says Foreman.

Maybe there's still hope for them, thinks Chase as he follows Foreman out of the room. Fuck Rowan Chase and his expectations. Chase doesn't want a WDC if it would mean becoming the kind of person his father is. He'd rather have this, the vague sense of potential friendship he's getting from Foreman tonight. It's better than nothing, and it sure as hell is better than anything Rowan Chase could ever give him.

[randomfaeriedragon]

Hey, guess what I did this week?

Thats right, draw 3/5 OC Iterators that began growing in my brain on a photoediting program with my computer's touchpad!

This is the first time I've ever really drawn something digitally other than my profile pic & rw brainrot, and it's definitely the first time I've designed iterators, so yeah! Enjoy the art and subsequent Lore dumps under the cut :)

Iterator 35, Gen. 2: Shaded Pewter Lights / SPL

Built at the base of a dry, desert-like mountain, SPL preferred to occupy their time with huge, complex mechanical experiments rather than genealogical or Acension-based research. They despise thinking about the Great Problem, as no one can experiment if they're all dead, though they don't dislike iterators who attempt to solve it (for that reason alone). Their city used to harbor and attract skilled mechanics and engineers for miles around, as a particularly prodigous university was located on their can. Though they rarely interacted with their citizens, they often miss the requests they sent them, especially those sent by the less experienced artificers of their city; however, they feel little love for the Ancients beyond appreciation for their skill in mechanics (the skill required to build the iterators).

In the past, SPL has repeatedly set up projects within their can that could only be described as titanic Rube Goldberg Machines. SPL often sought to improve the functionality of their can with these experiments (plus having fun), keen to observe and record as much data as possible from the cycles-long whirring of cogs and water wheels before setting everything up again to repeat. Their main goals included lowering their needed water intake, gaining a form of low-power mode for bad weather, and utilizing lightning as a secondary power source. Though many saw these modifications as taboo, SPL couldn't care less, blocking almost all communication during their experimentation era: however, they often shared their knowledge with APS to assit in the creation of the wildlife santuary on his can, and many of the conduits used to water plants there are of their design.

Due to an integral flaw in the rerouted void fluid piping of their Easternmost Leg, SPL's can collapsed in the middle of a heated arguement with their local group, with their Westernmost Leg piercing through their can. With rust and sand permeating their structure, their many mechanisms fell silent for the first time since the Ascension. Although SPL is still connected to their can, overseers, and local communications arrays, they can no longer induldge themselves in experiments; they barely have enough power function as is. They now spend most of their time chatting with other iterators in their local group, sending overseers to APS's sanctuary, and attempting to prevent further discoloration and rust on their puppet. They're not usually bitter, but particularly vulgar arguements with EN can send them into a spiral.

SPL still feels they did the right thing in modifying their can. Though the other iterators refuse to admit it, the main reason they still function is due to the modification of their can.

Iterator 77, Gen. 3: Rain from Clear Skies / RCS

Although he often jokes around, RCS is the most calm and collected of his local group. He often finds himself mediating fights between his local group (read: SPL and EN) for this reason, as has the astonishing ability (within his local group at least) to sit back, consider something fully, and make mostly objective decisions. He also uses this ability to point out details many other iterators overlook, so is often called for help with malfunctioning software and to explain why some experiments went wrong. His citizens instilled him with a love for quiet and time to contemplate, and they had a moderately positive relationship, so often misses them. But when he isn't meditating or recording data from around his can, he's talking with EN. They have soft spots for each other.

His name comes from the already heavy rainfall in the region where his can was built, which his construction didn't help; very little non-semi-aquatic wildlife remains around his can. However, he often moderates the remaining flora and flauna to insure it's continued survival, and has sent more than a few wounded animals to APS so she can assit in their recovery. When he's not researching, RCS also acts as the jokester of his local group, and often codes pranks and malware intended to cause harmless irritation into sent messages. He's gotten quite good at it, to his local group's endless infuriation (and delight). He doesn't send these to SPL, though, as their systems likely wouldn't be able to handle the repairs.

Iterator 16, Gen. 1: Even Nightfall / EN

As one of the earliest iterators built, EN's city was particularly religious and pious, priding themselves on their virtue and detachment from the material world. This did not bode well for EN, who had an almost abusive relationship with their citizens; they treated EN as something to deal with their problems and nothing more. After they Ascended, EN felt both a weight off their shoulders and, for a reason he can't pin down, a profound sense of betrayal that their creators abandoned them. Though a few in their local group see them as nothing more than cruel and callous, EN is very emotinally reserved (but also very, very smug) and astoundingly protective and kind towards those they care for. This includes RCS, their genticially modified slugcat Arps, and to some extent APS.

APS acted as a sort of mentor to EN when they were built, helping them manage their city's requests and sneak in a few personal projects on the side. While their city didn't approve of the projects they found, and reprimanded EN, the number EN kept secret far outnumbered those discovered by the Ancients. With their creators gone, EN found a hobby genetically modifying the pre-existing wildlife around their structure, and has improved their already impressive skills; this lead many genticially modified organisms to spread out and inhabit EN's can, and is also where Arps came from.

Named after APS, Arps acts as a mix between a therapy animal and pet for both EN and RCS. Arps frequently travels between EN and RCS's cans, and EN gave them the ability to glide to ease this passage; however, they (and RCS) also always send an overseer along with Arps to ensure their safety. Even when Arps is simply gliding between trees in the Rainworld Equivalent of a Sparse Pine Forest surrounding EN's can, he always sends an overseer to make sure they're OK. They're almost overbearing!

EN and RCS are perhaps the closest out of any of the iterators within their local group, and frequently chat or play 7-dimensional chess for entire cycles before they have to check up on an experiment so it doesn't explode. Though they couldn't talk much and weren't nearly as close pre-Mass Acension, RCS was one of the few iterators who spent the time to work around EN's colony's communication restrictions and talk to them. He was a great comfort, and one of the only reasons EN didn't crack under their city's pressure.

Not Featured Here: (bios will get out eventually)

Iterator 4, Gen. 1: A Profound Serenity / APS (Any Pronouns)

Iterator 84, Gen. 3: Tide Rolling In / TRI (She/Her)

Arps (They/It)

Probably One or Two More Iterators

CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE: I used an Ancient script by @ikayblythe for the displays by my iteratoes, took heavy inspiration from iterator designs by @altitudeofalcatraz, and took the idea of Iterator Number Deisgnations from Daszombes' Iterator Logs on Youtube.

Anyways, I'm going to go drop off the face of the planet for a week. Thanks for reading this much this far, goodbye!

[kingofterrors]

Imodna / Southern Gothic Playlist

Feeling the brainrot in these post-Episode 65 days, so found myself wandering back to my Imodna playlist, which I've been gradually adding to over the course of a couple of years (October 2021 to be precise...). In the course of which I realised I really liked it. So in lieu of a new Laura Bailey playlist, here it is to share with you all! And a little word about each song, hidden under the cut for obvious reasons!

No Lights on the Horizon - Metric: "If it wasn't for your kindness / I think I might be dead / If it wasn't for the way you said / "Oh, stay with me instead". Pre-stream Imodna. We know Imogen was on the verge of giving up before she met Laudna. They face the future together.

Take Your Time - Martha Bean, Jon Dix: "When all seems lost / You’re frightened to death of it all / Hold my hand / I'll be sure you don't fall". Their wishes for each other.

Better Days - OneRepublic: "Every day is like another storm, yeah / I'm just trying not to go insane / Yeah, and the city's shining so bright / So many dark nights, so many dark days / But any time I feel the paranoia / I close my eyes and I pray". Both Imogen and Laudna have been struggling against the weight of the world against them - but together better days might lie ahead.

Waterbound - Fretless, Ruth Moody: An Imogen song - the sense of being ripped away from everything you've ever known and thrown into a new world.

Heat Lightning - Mitski: I'm not immune to Mitski for Imodna! This is so Imogen - yearning for Laudna with every breath, not sure how long she can keep it under wraps, and ready to surrender.

Talk - Hozier: We talk about Laudna not having "accessed that part of my brain" a lot, but I'm convinced that Imogen is very much in touch with that part of her brain. And equally convinced that she holds some of that lesbian guilt about feeling desire. She keeps it locked down. Laudna's not ready for it. Or as Hozier puts it: "I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we'd do / So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you".

Nightmares on Repeat - Emily Jane White: A Laudna song, for both lyrics and feel. Laudna doesn't know what she's feeling. She's been cut off from those feelings for so long. But she's sure feeling something. "Holding your hand, keeps me here / And all the ways you stand, keeps me here / For the light was not there / For years, upon years".

A Match into Water - Pierce the Veil: Episode 33. Laudna snatched away. This is all Imogen's grief and pain in song form.

Chasing Twisters - Delta Rae: Okay, I'm also not immune to this song for Imodna, even though I know it's on everyone's list. It just fits, okay?? Imogen's feelings for Laudna, her grief and desire to 'save' her one last time.

Autumn Rain - Rachel Sandy: Laudna's back, and Imogen is more aware of how she feels than ever. But is Laudna seeing something new in Imogen as well? "She feels like rain in autumn / Like the earth before a storm / Electric and deep-rooted".

Uphill - Lori McKenna: "When the road under your feet is dark and feels wrong / And you find yourself lost and all your confidence gone / And the stars over your head through the clouds won't be revealed / I'll walk with you, even if it's uphill". A new commitment to each other with this new lease on life.

Cold Water Swimming - Quiet Houses: Imogen's hope, but kept closely under wraps. "I’m still in love with you / But telling you is just too much of a risk".

Pockets of Stones - Charm of Finches: Both Imogen and Laudna realise their own vulnerabilities, their capacity to hurt. Their love becomes security and strength in the face of that.

Easy Silence - The Chicks: The strength both Imogen and Laudna have in the company of the other - the space they have for each other. Exandria is going to hell in a handbasket. But they make it bearable for one another. "Easy silence that you make for me / It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me / And the peaceful quiet you create for me / And the way you keep the world at bay for me / The way you keep the world at bay".

[jinkicake]

Yeah the aether brainrot is real😭 guess you have to create the change you want to see in the world😔😔 like he’s such a boy and idk what other way to describe him, truly the Giovanna effect. He’s really the “am i going too fast for you?🥺 want me to slow down” while he’s folding you in half; he’s so pretty and he knows it!! He has that smile that’s so warm and trustworthy the “he would never hurt anyone” smile and it’s the exact same one he will use when he’s overstimulating you until your eyes are permanently at the back of your head. Very much “I won’t reveal my true secrets or intentions until necessary” vibes. And he’s the beloved traveler! Why would they think he’s knuckles deep in you at a dinner with ningguang?? Why would anyone have reason to suspect he’s at the top of wangshu inn covering your mouth so they don’t hear your screams?(Xiao knows and definitely sees and that’s probably why he does it) like he has a pinch of “and what about it🤨” bc he would probably bend you over a statue of the seven and not flinch bc what are they really gunna do😭 eating you out in the hands of barbatos when it’s pitch black outside and the only one who would be around is that bard; knowing zhongli on the clock and having you ride him as he sits on the statue and they can hear it all. Lmao everyone knows your a slut but you like he does this but not a soul will say anything to you but they know you’re the travelers play thing. Wonder why the electro archon and the shrine maiden can’t look you in the eyes for more than a second 🤔 will tell you you’re imagining things.will give a demonstration if asked tho he has an exhibitionist streak. “I don’t do anything unless you ask me” bitch 😒 I hate him!! I hear everyone’s “his hair is down during sex” and I raise you: what if he keeps it in a braid or in a bun. Like if he’s fighting and his king ass hair isn’t getting caught in anything he’s not gunna take it down when you can still pull on it. Would also look suspicious if you came back form a commission limping and he didn’t look put together. Ik Lisa knows and by w jean and Kaeya too so they’re like 😳🫢 the entire time they talk to y’all. Jean is stuttering her way through asking him to check out some nearby ruins and you’re asking her if she’s feeling okay😭 Kaeya is holding back a laugh but if you look at him he will evaporate, like they can’t say they heated you creaming on his dick in the forbidden section of the library😔😔 so they just gotta pretend like everything is normal while sunshine boy is smiling like he’s never done anything wrong a day in his life😊 his song gotta be Handstand specifically the dojacat verse👀👀 abyss aether definitely likes a crowd you can’t tell me he wouldn’t give direct orders while you’re falling apart in his lap💀he don’t care who walks in. What if he were in the same universe as tracer aether like a clone Albedo👀 let me not think about that too much😭 he’s a menace and loves to asset dominance any way possible, him using everyone’s visions to beat her showed me that he isn’t letting his full potential being sealed away stop that!!

no aether is so sick... he pretends to be concerned about you but then continues to do the thing that's causing your brain to melt!

like 'I'll stop, don't worry' when you're crying from overstimulation but then he's continuing to play with your clit until your legs spasm and you start to sob

yeah i get the aether appeal bc he seems so sweet and that is how he gets you! yandere!aether is real!!! he makes you think he is a normal dude but then the next morning you're tied up to his throne and he's like 'good morning!'

now personally if aether had me on top of the inn and xiao was only listening in... i would personally jump off the building bc xiao has to join in like ill cry... like GET OVER HERE THERE IS ENOUGH ROOM... matter of fact, i might push aether off the roof for xiao like he'll survive it's fine! sorry xiao got the better of me- now its just me and xiao hehehe but still two is better than one so i want both!

wait a min i know youre thinking of traveler aether and im thinking of abyss prince aether.... but i need to jot down that idea of him fucking you against the statues bc that goes perfect w the yandere!abyss prince i got going in my head right now.... that will be my dream for tonight and what i fall asleep to!

i think he keeps his hair up during... ya know.... like it's too long and would be suuuch a mess to keep down... it would just get in the way!

naurrrr aether is so sick if he acts like nothing happened while you're limping and bruised up like everyone would believe him if he said nothing was wrong omggggggg

sighhh thinking abt the abyss prince just wow-

[calumsash]

ok so i was tagged by the lovely aria @calumthoodshands in this and what i got from her drunk explanation (love u aria) on the post is that we're talking about our top 8 shows that you need to know to know me 🥰 i definitely rambled here way too much for no reason but oh well <3

911 (2018 -): hmmm do i need to explain? i feel like people heard and seen me lose my mind over the weewoo show. this is currently what's shaping my life. i take the day off on tuesday cause it's when the new episodes air for me. yes it's that level of brainrot.

skam (2015 - 2017): this show shaped me as a teen gonna be real. i watched it in my last year of high school and seeing this type of real show about teens where at the times all the shows with high school were like tvd and gossip girl and such it was refreshing! i do believe that for full impact of watching skam you needed to hunt episodes on google drive and wait for translations as you're avoiding studying for your finals but it's great in any viewing shape and form.

parenthood (2010 - 2015): this is one of the shows that i used to watch weekly as it aired with my mom. it's about family and we've grown attached to the bravermans 🫶 it gave us many good crys!! also peter krause my beloved is there (even though i would have fought adam braverman many times).

ted lasso (2020 -): a show that just brings joy to my heart <3 im probably gonna cry when it's gonna end in a few weeks. every episode that i watch of this show i get some faith in humanity and when i don't think it can get better, it does!!

this is us (2016 - 2022): show of all time. the amount of tears this show brought out of me. made me have a full panic attack watching a certain episode and it's one of the best episodes of the whole series. this is another show i watched with my mom where we tuned in every week to watch together and it was our hangout time that i still very cherish. again very family driven storylines so yeah 🥹

schitt's creek (2015 - 2020): how does one explain the love i got in my heart for the rose family and co? a show i definitely procrastinated finishing cause i didn't want it to end!!! just as good as everyone say it is and i loved every second of it.

glee (2009 - 2015): when i tell you being a gleek was my whole personality for years i am not kidding. watched this baby since it came out and i would wake up at 4am so i could watch the episodes before school and then later on burn them on CDs. i had posters, magazines, merch, everything. like half the songs i know are from glee. watching glee from 10 years old will change your brain chemistry i promise you. i will admit that i stopped watching after the quarterback episode but at a point of time (literal years) this show was my everything.

always sunny (2005 -): most awful people in the world but you can't help but love them. pretty sure it's the longest running sitcom at this point? if not it will be. i did base my personality after some stuff from the show for a while. my bio on insta is still "champion of the sun ☀️" after all these years. i dressed up as charlie in the day man episode. it's just a really fucking funny show.

honorable mentions: the boys, teen wolf (until s3b), abbott elementary & derry girls!

im gonna tag @myfalsedevotion @cowboy-buck @buckleyseddie @merry-the-cookie @pxrxmoore if you guys feel like it, no pressure!!

also goes without saying but if you haven't watched something in here i highly recommend them!!

[convexicalcrow]

Any new ideas lately for a Cub/Scar? I love your drabbles and fics

aww ty anon <3

Honestly my fic inspiration has been all over the place lately. Between Sausage's lore, my hermitcitizen brainrot, and the Vex magic grimoire as well as nonfannish and irl stuff going on, I've been a bit unfocused on ConVex stuff. I've had a few ideas for Cub/Scar things, but nothing that is ready to be written yet. I think I am going to help out my brain and stop procrastinating on all the tumblr fics I've been putting off editing and posting to AO3. I think once I have that off my back, it might help the ideas flow a little more.

I have been thinking about the vex!Cub/priest!Scar idea another anon suggested though. Trying to work out how I could make that one work. Modern/RL setting? Some random religion instead? Maybe Scar's a villager and it becomes a journey from cleric to evoker. Lots of possibilities with that one.

I've also been thinking about my non-canonical sculk Cub/vex Tango fic. This AU has come to mind again mostly bc of Cub going to mine ancient debris for Tango. There's a fourth piece to that that I've never finished that I started last year for the Spook Me Halloween fic challenge thing. I never finished it bc I wasn't entirely sure it's where I wanted that storyline to go. The only part that did get posted was this little snippet I came up with one time, and never figured out what to do with after that. Like, I LIKE it as a piece, but idk if that's really where this AU is meant to go.

I do have, like, three more trans Cub fics I've started that fit in at varying points in the timeline, but I'm not sure how to progress with them bc I'm not sure the set-ups are completely right yet. One is like, Cub meeting Scar for the first time in s4 and just developing the biggest crush and coming to terms with that in a number of ways, like. Actually wanting to be with someone, for one, coming to terms with how sex can feel good for him, and why on earth Scar would find him attractive to begin with.

I had another Cub/Iskall one for s5 pre-Vex dealing with the awful dysphoria he had around that time, but again, haven't found quite the best way to approach that yet. bc that is important to cover, but yeah. Still needs some time to work on that one.

Then there's like a follow-up to the last s8 one, with Cub feeling brave enough to want sex again, and seeing where that goes with a much more gentle Scar and a Cub who might not actually want him to be gentle. idk we'll see where that one goes.

Obvs the whole gigaconcorp concept is rolling around in my head again and maybe I will do something with that, or just enjoy it as an idea idk.

But yeah. That's the state of my brain atm lol. There's a lot going on, and not much progress, but I think I'll put on some streams today and see how much editing I can get done and start clearing the decks, as it were. Might help some of these ideas form a little more solidly.

[meili-sheep]

but hey, what's your opinion on the Harbingers? Do you think they'll enter Diluc's harem? Or like Harbingers Found Family glaring at Diluc and him glaring back because he's dating Childe? Brainrot is hitting as a lover of villains haha ~S

So my rundown on the harbingers. The TDLR is I really want them as found family, but my hate for Dottore is too strong for me to totally give in to my delusion. But outside that on their own ...

(this is long and includes Ice Prince!Diluc relationships cause my brain rot is also strong)

Starting with Pierro

Pierro has been added to my list of Crepus replacements. Well, he did end up more serious than how I put him in my Ice Prince Fic. You can still bet he's a good father figure to Diluc in that. And in the context of Chiluc. While I think Pierro is weary of Tartaglia as one of the few who hasn't been picked by him personally, I do think he trusts Pulcinella's judgment. That is until Childe brings Diluc home and Is like, "This is my boyfriend. Yeah, he destroyed a lot of our shit, but please forgive him, UwU"

But Since I still think the Tsaritsa would approve. Pierro would end up seeing the advantages of having a truce with Diluc and even being on friendly terms. In the long run, they would get along quite well I think. Bonding over chess and even to the point where Pierro would start being reminded of what he lost and having fatherly affection towards Diluc.

Then Columbina

Well, starting off, I can't help but feel the lesbian energy rolling on her. If I do more with Ice Prince, I was planning to make her more of a big sister figure. I don't see her as someone much for conversation, but she would be there when Diluc needed that silence. Of course, singing him lullabies.

And for Chiluc, I think she would very much agree with the Tsaritsa and be very supportive of the relationship regardless of where Diluc came from. She just recognizes two people who have formed a strong bond of love between them. And that's something wonderful to get.

Pulcinella is an interesting case.

I think he has a strange affection toward Tartaglia, partly through picking Tartaglia himself and partly through learning about Tartaglia through his family. And he sort of sees Diluc as an addition to his promise to Tartaglia. He's someone Tartaglia cares so much about, so he's someone he takes care of while he's visiting. He's very nice to Diluc and actually grows the same affection he had for Tartaglia. Maybe even to the point of favoring Diluc over Tartaglia... as Diluc's conversation is " more stimulating".

And For that reason, too, Pulcinella has no trouble looking over Diluc's past actions. Pulcinella just clearly sees the value of Diluc being close to Tartaglia. And he even thinks that the value of both increases while they are together.

Oh, and in Ice Prince, Diluc is his favorite student, and he cherishes Diluc a lot. He's the fun uncle who always brings those gifts that trick you into learning something.

La Signora is Ice Prince Diluc's gay rich aunt.

And if I do more with Ice Prince i want to do that trailer with the addition of Ice Prince. As her death would affect Diluc a lot.

But in normal. I think she'd probably be one of the least welcoming to Diluc. I don't think She likes reminders of Mondstadt. Especially not a former Knight, especially not a prominent mondstadt family. Helps that she's not a fan of Tartaglia, so she couldn't care less about whoever he takes as a lover. Thought I feel she would get irate at Diluc getting close with everyone else. But I think ultimately, he ends up reminding Signora of Rostam. (I have this working theory that Diluc was Varka's own "Wolf Pup" but this is mostly cause I put Varka on my replacement dad list after the last event)

For Scaramouche

I'll be honest I'm pretty indifferent to him. Like most of the Inazuma stuff, he feels like filler to me.

But he would harshly does not care about Childe or whoever Childe is dating.

Ice Prince... I think Diluc makes him weirdly curious. I think this would be the first time close with a human child. And he wouldn't understand Diluc at all. But I think he could connect to him more. Still very, very abrasive.

Now Pantalone

With Ice Prince, Pantalone is very interested in the young prince. Especially since he's instantly put in charge of keeping track of Diluc's expenses and making sure Diluc is never wanting and his own accounts do well. And he's pretty serious about it, especially since he was a child who grew up with nothing. And he recognizes that diluc's young vision has been nothing but a burden to the child, which pushes his personal distaste for the gods.

For Chiluc. Pantalone is both excited and very jealous that Childe now has his fingers in the King of the wine industry. He thinks he can use this chance to push his goals but doesn't realize Diluc... is well, Diluc. And incredibly stubborn and has no interest in a business relationship. Pantalone is shocked when Diluc talks about his plans to expand the juice market. Diluc probably tends to push Pantalone's buttons a lot, intentionally and unintentionally.

Childe loves it.

Il Dottore, not let me tell you what I think is gonna happen.

The Dottore we saw in the trailer was most likely a younger clone. And the original is gonna get killed, which will be the boss fight. The younger version we saw in the trailer will learn a lesson and become playable. And I am gonna Haaaaaaaaaard pass.

Anyway, Ice Prince does not Trust Dottore as Dottore wants to improve humans to surpass gods, while Diluc thinks humans are already capable of rebellion without Dottore's horrible sacrifices.

And chiluc, well, Dottore is my go-to villain for my chiluc fics. So I think that says it all. I don't understand people who ship Diluc and Dottore. He's not like Childe, where DIluc can see a similar core value. And the clone would need a hella good redemption arch to be harem worthy.

Il Capitano... this is an interesting one.

He seems to be the more respectable of the harbingers, in the sense that he seems like a good but typical general way.

Tartaglia seems to admire him in a small way, so I think he'd push to impress Capitano by showing how strong his Diluc is. Did doesn't work. I do think Capitano would be slightly impressed, but only in seeing Tartaglia and Diluc as good soldiers. And maybe even seeing their relationship as their ownly flaws.

For Ice Prince, I don't think Capitano would pay much attention to the young prince until he took the crown. It would confuse him because this boy is ranked above him but must clearly be weaker than him. I do think that Prince Diluc does end up putting Capitano in his place by showing him his own strength. Afterwhich he probably becomes as loyal to Diluc as he is the Tsaritsa.

Sandrone

Hmmm for Ice Prince I see her making a lot of Automatons for the prince. And Diluc being fascinated by them, but he also treats them like living things which would be fascinating to her in return. Definitely make the prince his own butler.

As for Chiluc. Sandrone is seemingly annoyed with Childe, and I think this is more out of Childe's personal unpredictability. That he's something that so obviously can't be controlled, and I think that bothers her. So Diluc's appearance would be of interest to her. Until she learns Diluc is equally if not more feral than Childe is.

She dislikes them both.

So it's my working idea that Arlecchino is the harbringer Diluc actually confronted.

I don't know why. That's just the vibe I get. So Them (NB Arlecchino for life) seeing Diluc and Childe. They probably attack Diluc on sight, still most likely bitter he even managed to escape from them. Of course, Diluc's stronger now, and with childe on his side, the fight is ended really quickly. I think they are very, very bitter towards Childe and Diluc and only keep calm because of Columbina's support of the relationship.

For Ice Prince, Arlecchion probably was Diluc's first bodyguard. As Diluc's very years in the court were very rough, and many were the child as a threat. So Arlecchion was put as his guard. And I think this would change them a lot as Diluc would quickly attach to them. I think Diluc would change how Arlecchion runs the orphanage. Arlecchion holds no loyalty towards the Tsaritsa, but they care about Columbina and their Prince.