#esp in anon

[zaruba-needslove]

some more update on their defense of the Vcine

[It’s not a departure from what was established in the show.

Michinaga wasn’t able to convince Keiwa to abandon the dark road he set out on because he felt guilty for setting him down that path in the first place. That no longer applies in this case, especially now that Michinaga is in lock-step with Ace’s ideals. Michinaga using words to calm the kid down shows this growth as a character, not some sort of retcon because they never said “oh Michinaga has always been great with words, he’s got this”.

Dooms Geats being a departure from the Ace we know was already explained in the movie. In the 1000 years that lie between Dooms Geats’ time and the events of the show, Ace lost his faith in humanity after observing them for that period of time. His friends died out so long ago that and nothing really changed. That’s why he has the white hair and blue eyes. He’s become a dispassionate arbiter of human lives. That’s not a retcon because we had never seen Dooms Geats up until this point and our present-day Ace remains the same as always.

The only “retcon” you claim that I can somewhat agree with is the Michinaga being part-Jyamato bit. But even that’s super minor because they can always say that continuous use of the Jyamato buckle results in a permanent physiological change that can’t be reset, only suppressed. Beroba even mentions in the movie that that part of him is never going away. It’s not that big of a deal.]

and the guy who kept on insisting that the vcine was a huge retcon overall is being downvoted to hell lol.

This will be a LONG RANT. Kinda a pity i cant direct this rant at them.

because he felt guilty for setting him down that path in the first place.

And I thought said 'guilt' would be a strong motivation for Bitchy to try THEIR BEST to convince Keiwa to leave the dark side. I dunno blaming Keiwa for ruining the world was Bitchy trying 'hard' to convince Keiwa to leave Jitt and Kekera? I dunno him justifying killing Sara and the other parasite victim as inevitable since they can no longer be saved was bitchy's way of expressing his remorse? I din knoe blandly saying you killed someone's sister was 'great' way to show that one was feeling guilty? Not until being almost killed by Kekera did Bitch ever admit that he was wrong/commited a grave mistake AND SAID SORRY. But apparently that was how some1 supposed to show that they're 'repenting'. Don't tell me Mich's had been reflecting on his wrong doing all these times while still acting an arrogant jerk who did no sin. Cos he sure dont look like it. Like until he accidentally 'killed' Sara and saw how devastated Keiwa was afterwards, that guy didn't seem bothered about the other kills he had committed. Before or after. Did that guy ever think about Sara when he dropped Keiwa to their death during H&H stage? Don't think so.

MichCow couldn't convince Keiwa to escape the dark side because he felt guilty abt Keiwa? You gotta be kidding me. If he was really feeling guilty, he'll do EVERYTHING he could to get Keiwa back... instead of giving up.

What a ridiculous joke. (i so need a Spanner react gifs) 😧

Ace lost his faith in humanity after observing them for that period of time.

He’s become a dispassionate arbiter of human lives.

That's just lazy writing. Like are they really saying there won't be any other humans having the same heart as Keiwa Neon Win Hotaro Rinne Spanner etc being born/designed throughout the span of those 1000 years? For the dude who insist on 'Hate the sin and not the sinner' it felt like a regression of Ace character to turn White Ace as evil. Why don't we get a goth Black Ace instead? As in white Ace starting to rot away and leaving the darkness... creating black Ace? Then THAT Ace could go evil for all I care. Or have Suel corrupt Ace from the inside. That made more sense than the whole 'become dispassionate' stuff.

Beroba even mentions in the movie that that part of him is never going away. It’s not that big of a deal.

But it DID go away post-JGP, right?

It's no big deal they said, it's minor. Yet post jyamashin onwards Mich DID act like the part of him that turn Jyamato had completely go away; not the way Daichi's Jyamato healing ability and Jyamato powers remained intact post Keiwa's wish despite losing all the other 'perks' he got from eating the fruit frm his Tree of Knowledge, but more to how Neon's and Kanato and Mario's Jyama-zombification went away post game completion. Also the very fact that this was only mentioned in this v-cine already screams retcon. Like the writing suddenly wanted to make the half jyamato thing relevent again despite forgetting about it for almost the entirety of the Yearning and Creation arc.

they can always say that continuous use of the Jyamato buckle results in a permanent physiological change that can’t be reset, only suppressed.

Thing is.... DOES Mich even use Jyama buckle THAT much to cause perma change? Was Jyama buckle on the same level of Boost Mk II in that sense? There wasn't any mention of that.

'It isn't a big deal' but isn't Jyamato Awaking about Hazuki, Haruki and to an extent Daichi and fam and the cow trying to find their place in the world despite their Jyamato side? So shouldn't the plot about Mich actually still retain his Jyama bit be treated better instead of only mentioning it when its convenient?

Like it'd made more sense if it was established that the true source of Jyamashin's power was due to the Jyama cells and not just the Goddess's powers. Also the whole Jyamashin not effective against Jyama armour n Premiums should've be explained better. Like why is it like that?

And one would've think after being turned into half Jyamato undead the guy could show some empathy/hesitance before taking down the parasite Jyamato (Like how Keiwa hesitated abt attacking Rook, even more since these are actual ppl being turn to Jyamato instead of copying the appearance of their 'fertilizers') but nah... he treat em the same with any other Jyamato. Mich still treat things black and white with the same unfeeling attitude. Heck I'd even buy the reasoning that he refused returning to society post JGP was just him self aware then he's no longer full-human and dont fit in. And not cos he's supposed to be dead. cos then the lead up to JyamaAwaking din feel cheap. But the show not doing that, did they?

Like ppl find it hard to believe how the show treat Neon's mom's change of attitude (which is actually not that much diff either) yet when that happened to Michi suddenly the drastic transition from ass to not!ass was 'believable'. For eg. Mich never really properly show how he changed from wanting ALL Kamen Riders to die/want to crush all KR (cos anyone who accepted the drivers to get the wish are inherently selfish and don't deserve to get their wishes granted) to 'I want to save them from their greed/want to protect other people's happiness. Esp when the guy spent a good part of the earlier arcs acting like it's fine if players get killed in-game by the Jyamato... showing that he DON'T care if other people die as long as he wins and gets the power to crush all KR (in which even THAT wish can also go either direction as much as Keiwa's wish to revive DGP victims can either go bad or good). And even when told that even civillians could be sacrificed despite them not chosing to get involved with the DGP, he still DID NOT CARE as long as he can win his game. Heck, Ace could've gone to help Keiwa reach Sara during the Saboten second run but Mich care more about stealing Ninja away so he can be hero instead. (and cos of that Sara was taken) Is THAT the action of a guy who cared about protecting other people happiness from the start?

So they really believe Mich was so caring about other people's innocent lives (aside frm taking revenge for Tohru) from the very beginning? Since when did Mich cared about other ppl's happiness early on?

It's also jarring to see cow go from thinking that killing Ace was what gonna solve all the problems to 'I believe in Ace' stance. Like since WHEN did he believed that? If he really believed in Ace, Mich should also had faith in Ace who still believed in Keiwa and TRUST that there still good in Keiwa enough that he seriously want to SAVE K-chan. If he really believed in Ace, he wouldn't complain abt why Neon got her core id back despite how he already destroyed it (like some sore loser feeling bitter that Ace didn't only care about him but also care a lot about Keiwa, Neon, Win, Daichi, etc)

Daichi's redemption was at least done slightly better than 'sweep under the rug' bullshit redemption. (As in Daichi taking responsibility in taking care of the Jyamato he helped cultivate post series.) And tat's even without us knowing why Daichi obsess about having all knowledge aside frm being a trivia king.

Lel i rant so much to the point i dunno if I make sense anymore.

Michi acting like he had tons of empathy now and can unabashedly go huggy wuggy felt OOC just like it was weird seeing Kusaka being actual nice to innocent Orphnoch kids.

[gayford]

strabismus fiddleford is real

strabismus fiddleford owns my heart .. i need to see more of it in the world

[thatdeadaquarius]

College be kicking my ass but we continue on like Scaramouche (alive and kicking, but still crabby about it all lmfao)

Random idea but what happens when the acolytes got hold of Creator that is able to squeeze into small places (like a cat would but less liquid) and knows how to escape? Think of sagau but instead of all the deaths, its just they got overexited and chased the Creator the moment they see them which scared them shitless seeing a mob just appear out of nowhere.

I mean who wouldn't after seeing your favourite person in your favourite game just appear right in front of you? (I apologize in advance to the poor unfortunate sucker)

Imagine a world-wide search that keeps getting them heart attacks. Venti just flying by with Dvalin ony to see you on top of the floating pillar above Dragonspine LEANING PRECARIOUSLY OH MY ARCHONS GET AWAY FROM THE EDGE---

Zhongli walking around trying to find peace and quiet only to sense your presence which led him towards Azhdaha's domain and nearly shouted in terror seeing you hanging by one of the limestones above the slumbering dragon your grace what and how the in the fucking name of teyvat did you---

Yae Miko screaming in surprise seeing you inside one of the cupboards of your grace's house (you made a small temporary one in each country in case u need more rest) that she and Ei found in one of the remote islands.

Nahida and the entire Forest Rangers having one of the most intense, frustrating and most challenging game of hide and seek in the entire freaking forest.

You hiding underneath the sand like a fricking snake everytime Cyno spots you from a disrance.

-Vine Boom 🧨

I am no longer apologizing for lateness simply bc atp its basically assumed Im terribly sorry 💀 /so gen

  

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Sun: Reader, (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, Imposter SAGAU? Imposter SAGAU Reversed Ver? unclear (NOT DARK)

Stars: little here, little there

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: reader/you thinks everyone is hunting them down, dark sagau fake-baiting lmao, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

No but the traumatic experience of you cautiously wandering into Mondstadt after realizing ur in Genshin like, ✨👄✨

and every single street/alleyway you try to go down to even avoid it is just people all looking at you like: 👁️👄👁️ ???

and ur over here equally just like: 😃 tf u lookin at????

u get up near the cathedral and finally see a playable character, Barbara, and she just fully GASPS and POINTS at you like she’s getting paid to be an actor for this

shouting sm nonsense like: “My Creator??? King of All???? IS THAT YOU?????”

and after which a few nuns check the commotion, Rosaria and Barbara’s Visions are glowing, and all join in heckling you

Venti coming (literally) flying around a corner on a breeze, saying he was trying to catch up to you, and ohhh now ur Convinced:

None of these bitches must be happy to see you, you did forcefully control their bodies if by the sounds of it they knew you/they must’ve been aware during the game, aw damn looks like u gotta run for your life now

You just book it out of Mond, Venti/Barbara yelling after you to come back, and meanwhile you’re leaving a shell-shocked Jean/Diluc/Kaeya (with Visions glowing) in ur wake on the way out

Not one being, mortal or otherwise, convinces you to stay in Mond, and you finally get to Dragonspine- the only place u know they wont follow

(well maybe the pyro characters but ur betting if u can make it up the mountain theyre not committed to,, running you down? arresting you?? ur not sure)

u make it all the way up and luckily everythings all solved like u did in the game, the traveler must be well into teyvat by now, and u decide to say “for the already achieved achievement” and fuck around and find out near the nail

U thought as u finally got on it u heard a scream somewhere in the sky, and u spotted Dvalin carrying Venti/Barbatos, and once again book it out of town (damn u cant believe theyre so committed they got the dragon in on it…)

so u haul ass all the way down the mountain, traveling only at night, living like a vampire, holing up during the day when u see Mond citizens/knights/gods/etc. walking around presumably looking for you

but u make it, finally! sweet, sweet Liyue, ur 2nd home (besides Mondstadt)

Only to immediately, like right outside the fucking gates to Liyue Harbor, run into Zhongli.

and he’s standing there like this mf knew u were coming, and the first thing out his mouth is some BS like, “…Darnell, that you??”/ref LMAOO

but instead of laughing abt it u just scream and run for your life haha

oh jesus h christ- he’s sending the adepti after you fuck- how hated are you??

sure u maybe hate Celestia a little, and sympathize with the traveler, but this seems a little extreme?!

you go to the one place u know he/any other adeptus doesnt like to come often, Azdaha’s cave

and after a night (well, day bc ur sleeping during the day now) of Azdaha sleeping peacefully, he wakes up fully coherent and u actaully have a rlly pleasant conversation with him about Liyue food lol

he also kept mentioning some kind of god? but like in reference to you?? are u connected to them, u kinda know a lot of gods atp so ur not sure which he means, a god to rule them all??? Celestia?? yeah u guess u know those fucks-

Cue u looking down from ur perch in the stalagmites above, u found a ledge and Azdaha helped you,

only to see a very concerned and borderline nervous Zhongli down below, Azhdaha just greets him like nothing’s wrong, but as soon as he sees you’re uncomfortable, helps you escape (more like teleport) away

(the old geo archon was probably nervous just be around Azhdaha u assume)

and now ur on the islands of Inazuma

u know exactly what islands are all but abandoned, the ghost one, the electrocuting one, and the scary bird one, all great options 👍

Raiden and Yae Miko manage to find you on every single one, with Yae getting more and more exasperated, and Ei getting more and more concerened with every position they find you in

hanging out on the banks of the electro river that would kill you if it weren’t for the little electro trees fending it off (thank fuck u maxed that shit out while in game)

bc u assumed they’d hate to be around it, plus lots of ronin- nope Ei is almost… scolding you?? oh but she’s got her Musou no Hitotachi out fuCK-

(she was slaying ronins that were getting too close to you)

she also is constantly jumpscaring you on tsurumi island/ghost island bc while the ghosts are gone, the creepy atmosphere isn't, and it makes her all the more terrifying as The Raiden Shogun comes walking out of the fog into the cave you've hidden in, stuff of ur nightmares for weeks as u just bird box style try to be silent and stealth around the island to get to an abandoned boat,

literally her scary ass purple sword glowing silhouette wandering around in the fog as you paddle away 💀

getting to thunder bird island and Yae Miko is literally both running/teleporting as quickly as she can to you, as you jump from floating rock to floating rock to escape her, god its so unnerving to watch someone so lazy running after you

she keeps getting in this weird “praising the heavens pose” sometimes when you jump, oh shit she’s aiming hER ATTACKS AT YOU THATS WHY-

oh good- she missed and deflected some stray debris coming ur way, u gotta get to the bird area and see if you can glide away (u managed to get a glider at some point thank fuck)

the bird is luckily on ur side against all these mfs trying to hunt u down (for controlling their bodies u guess) and flies u back to mainland teyvat

sumeru u thought would have the most mercy on u tbh, maybe fontaine bc Neuvillette only rlly cares if u break “fontaine” laws, maybe he wouldn't care to chase down a mortal like u over this

and nahida bc shes just nice

which is somewhat true, as you are acting like tarzan swinging around on vines and shit to escape the forest rangers

but she does show up in ur dreams, but shes just all foggy or distorted, u guess bc ur not of this world or smth??

and so it just unnerves u more, and u try to make it out to the desert, where at least there's no gods to worry about

mf ur hunkered down in a pyramid and see the shadowy shape of Cyno walking thru a sandstorm at you 💀

U dont kno how u got out of that one tbh, smth abt “king deshret made a plan for this” and left it behind for ppl to use to escape underground, sweet

And while Nahida and other eremites, scholars like Alhaitham/Kaveh/Dehya were looking around the desert sands, u slip by them

And u make it to the oasis at the edge of the desert, and steal an old rowboat to cross to fontaine (if i had a nickel everytime u needed to escape a god via old rowboat, youd have 2 nickels- )

and getting to Fontaine is not much better.

U literally get to the clockwork tower, foggy, ominous, uninhabited except for treasure-seekers occasionally, its perfect

until Neuvillette himself just strolls in abt 3 nights of u making camp there

u nearly shit urself as he just fake-knocked on a wall, meanwhile ur like hanging from the ceiling (four limbs out suspending you type of fictional shit)

luckily, mostly bc u were trying to wait him out (which wasn't possible ur limbs hurt so bad) he was, finally, the first person around u long enough to be genuinely kind and patient and answer questions

(Neuvillette acc couldn't figure out where u were at first, and was very confused how u got ur voice to boom around this chamber of the tower, after a minute of talking u trusted him enough to tell him to look up lol)

just in time too, he was able to hide u from the archons a little longer bc u were nervous

(u were already intimidated enough by Neuvillette being irl himself, talking to you, let alone all the other gods/vision users, as u realized afterwards thinking abt all the ppl trying to “hunt u down”, that if they all counted as ppl actually wanting to see you, that was a rlly overwhelming amount, esp if their first instinct is to run at you??? what are you, a fan-abused/disrespected kpop idol????)

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[shalomniscient]

hiii i have a request 🥹🥹 if possible, could you write a comfort fic with himeko or kafka and reader? reader who has trouble sleeping or has been exhausted from missions, going straight to himeko's room after returning to the astral express and just melting into her arms. or, reader who hasn't seen kafka in a while and just really misses her, needs her to put her mind at ease, so kafka drops by the express unexpectedly and spends the night taking care of reader. can be either sfw or nsfw, I dont mind either 🥹

omg this is so cute! i’ll do both ;)

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS || hsr x reader

cw. nudity

notes. dunno why i felt the need to mention this but this fic operates on established relationship between reader/character, just fyi :)

HIMEKO

Trailblazing was never going to be easy. You knew this, and you accepted it. To walk the path of Akivili was to lend a helping hand to whosoever needed it. And you do enjoy it—the feeling of making a change in the vast universe, shoulder to shoulder with companions that you would give your life for, and who would do the same for you. You wouldn’t give up your spot on the Astral Express for the world.

But you are only human, at the end of the day.

You’ve been taking back-to-back missions recently, and it’s slowly taking its toll on you. As a more experienced Nameless with many years under your belt, your assistance is slightly more prized over the younger crew—not to say they were incapable. Dan Heng and March alone made a terrifying duo, which was only exacerbated when Stelle joined the mix. But at the end of the day, they’re still a little green and wet behind the ears, so any of the harder jobs tend to fall to you or Welt. And with Welt supervising them on the Luofu, that just left you.

Your footsteps are heavy as you drag yourself back onto the Express. There’s a rip in your jacket from where a Mara-struck soldier tried to slash at you, and several small cuts all over your fingers from the cutting wind of the Disciples. The Luofu had commissioned your blade to quell the number of Mara-struck still roaming around, but for every six you strike down, another dozen seem to take their place.

You sigh as you flop onto one of the many couches on the Express, letting your weapon clatter onto the ground. You’re sore, tired, and aching—all you want to do now is sink into your pillows and sleep, but you have to clean up first. You shut your eyes with another weary noise, deciding to rest up a little before heading to your cabin. Or, shared cabin, rather.

A gentle tap on your shoulder stirs you from your brief rest. You crack your eyes open, and are met with a gentle, golden gaze—it’s Himeko. She’s foregone her usual attire, instead dressed in simple nightwear now, a blanket around her shoulders.

“Hey,” you rasp out. “Were you about to go to bed?”

She shakes her head, smiling softly. “No, I was waiting for you.”

“Ah. Sorry, I must’ve kept you up for a while then.”

“It’s alright,” Himeko says, picking up your weapon off the ground, and placing it inside one of the secure compartments beneath the seats. “I was working on some designs, anyway.”

Then she rises back up, and reaches out to cup your face. Her thumb brushes over your cheek, and you lean into the touch. Then she pulls away, and you nearly whine in protest, before she extends the same hand to you. “Come. Let me care of you tonight.”

You take her hand without hesitation, your fingers slotting perfectly in between hers. You let her lead you to your shared cabin, near the back of the train cart. The door slides open with a small hiss, and the scent of warm, freshly brewed coffee fills your lungs. It’s a comforting, distinctly Himeko scent that you feel some of the tension in your shoulders bleed out.

Her fingers work deftly as they undo the buttons of your clothes, and she frowns when she notices the rip in your jacket.

“I got a little sloppy,” you explain weakly, with a tired grin. Himeko rolls her eyes, but folds it neatly and sets it on the edge of the bed, no doubt to be repaired by the next day.

“As long as you’re unharmed,” she murmurs, working on your shirt now. Your hands rest on her hips as she divests you of the rest of your clothes, until you’re in nothing but your underwear. “The bath is ready. I’ll be there soon.”

You nod, and drag your exhausted limbs to the bath. You strip fully, and then sink into the warm, bubbly water, audibly groaning as the heat from the bath seeps into your aching muscles. The small cuts along your hands sting a little, but you know Himeko must’ve mixed in some antiseptic to ensure no infections take root.

Himeko walks in a little later, and takes a seat on the edge of the tub, smiling as she takes in your relaxed appearance. She brushes some hair out of your eyes, then reaches over for the shampoo and conditioner, tucked away in another small, secure compartment. The Express is littered with them, so things can be stored safely and not make a mess of the train during jumps.

You feel like dissolving when Himeko starts to wash your hair, expert fingers massaging your scalp wonderfully. Her hands--hands that fix, hands that mend--travel from the base of your neck up to the back of your skull, then along your temples, before repeating over again. It's incredible, the way she can put you back together so easily. She chuckles when she notes your reaction.

“Enjoying yourself, my dear?”

You can only manage a wordless grunt in response, feeling like you’re in an entirely different plane of existence right now. Time blurs as Himeko washes out the shampoo and works in the conditioner, before washing that out too and leaving your hair thoroughly clean and smelling like fresh roses—the same scent as hers.

You almost don’t want to leave the warmth of the tub, but Himeko coaxes you out anyway. She offers you a towel and a bathrobe, and leaves you to dry yourself off for a while. You wring out your hair, then dress yourself in a comfy pair of silk nightclothes. When you step out of the washroom, Himeko is waiting for you on the bed, her legs already tucked beneath the covers. On her lap is her laptop as she types away, no doubt finishing up on her many engineering designs.

You practically dive into bed, snuggling under the sheets and pressing close to your lover. She’s warm as always, thanks to her Pathstrider ability being of the Fire type. Himeko hums to herself, wrapping one arm around your shoulders as you bury yourself in her side, uncaring for the dampness of your hair. She reaches over to the bedside table, and with a click, switches of the main room lights, leaving only the soft glow of the lamp next to the bed.

You chance a glance up at her, even as drowsiness nips at your heels. The gentle golden glow of the lamp makes her look divine, enhanced by the fiery red of her hair. There is an affection in her eyes you know is reserved only for you as she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Rest, now,” she says, her words a caress against your skin. “You deserve it, my love.”

“I love you,” you mumble, eyes slipping shut as sleep finally claims you. It’s easy to oblige the request, safe and sound in her arms like this. These moments make you wish that dawn—or the Express’s approximation of a circadian rhythm—would never come, and you could linger in the embrace of your beloved for eternity. The last thing you hear before you drift off is Himeko’s soothing voice, almost lullaby-like, and you can hear her smile.

“I love you too, dearest one.”

KAFKA

For the nth time that night, you wake up to the sight of your bedroom ceiling.

You sigh and twist in your bed, turning to check the time on the alarm clock on your bedside table. It’s 1am in the morning, and you still can’t sleep.

You don’t really know the root of your recent bouts of insomnia. Maybe it was the workload? But Himeko has given you several days off already. Maybe it was the stress of having to manage the younger Astral Express members, but Welt shoulders that burden most of the time. Could it be Pom Pom then? You shake your head at that—the conductor was usually the one stressing, not being the cause of stress.

Then maybe… maybe it’s because you miss her.

Kafka, your secret lover.

You miss the presence of her next to you in your bed, and the steady, powerful beat of her heart under your ear as you rest your head on her chest. Miss the elegant cadence of her breathing and the feel of her hand in yours.

You sigh again. You know she’d laugh if she ever knew about your silly longing. I mean, you volunteered for this infiltration mission; you knew what you were signing up for. But still, it’s funny—you miss that about her too. Her laugh.

You reach for your phone, resting on the bed. During your last… rendezvous with Kafka she had the foresight—or maybe Elio did, who knows—to give you an encrypted number to contact her with.

Only in case of emergencies, doll, she had crooned, as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Use it wisely.

Your finger hovers over the number. Does this even qualify as an emergency? It’s just a few sleepless nights. Kafka probably has more important things to do, executing Elio’s endless number of scripts and whatnot. In the end, you shut off your phone and throw your head back on the pillows, ready to resign yourself to another long night—

—when your phone suddenly buzzes with urgency.

You jerk in surprise, brows furrowing as you pick it back up. Who could be calling at this hour? You squint in the darkness as you read the caller ID, and your heart leaps into your throat.

It’s the emergency number.

You fumble to answer, quickly sitting up and pressing the phone to your ear, making sure to cover your mouth and the reciever. The rest of the Express definitely wouldn’t be able to hear you, but you always feel some sort of lingering paranoia, sneaking around like this with Kafka.

“Hello?”

“Hey, doll,” a familiar, smooth voice says, and your heart flutters. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Kafka,” you breathe out, not bothering to hide the relief in your tone. Kafka chuckles on the other end.

“That’s me,” she hums. “You answered pretty quickly. Were you not sleeping?”

You hesitate for a moment, but decide to come clean. “No. I… haven’t been sleeping well, recently.”

Kafka is silent for a few seconds. “I see,” she says, and something in her voice shifts, imperceptible to the average person. But you aren’t an average person, not to Kafka. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you reassure her. “Just a little insomnia. Nothing to worry about." The other end goes quiet, so you decide to change the topic. "Why'd you call? Isn't this for emergencies only? Are you in trouble?"

"You worried?" she chuckles, and you can see her smirk in your mind's eye. "I'm alright, doll. And as for emergencies... well, I missed you. Isn't that an emergency?"

It's such a Kafka-esque answer, but it pulls a breathless little laugh from you all the same. "Ugh, you..."

"Me," she affirms on the other end with a snicker. There is small, comfortable silence between you, before she speaks again. "Listen, doll, I've gotta go. But don't worry your pretty little head--you'll sleep perfectly well tonight. I'll make sure of it."

You blink, confused at her words. But before you can question it, Kafka hangs up the call, leaving you both confused and a little disappointed. Usually she'd say goodbye and throw in those three special words, though not this time, apparently. You wonder what she means as you shut your phone off again, and lie back onto your pillows. You close your eyes, and try to do as she says.

You're not sure how much time passes, but it doesn't work, predictably. You groan in frustration, just about ready to get up when a lithe hand slips over your mouth.

You jerk in surprise, one hand flying reflexively to the knife you keep beneath your pillow, the other gripping your assailant's wrist. You swing the knife in an arc, only for it to be caught and restrained by thin, pink, familiar ropes. They glow ever so slightly, illuminating a familiar face, that has your mouth falling open under the hand.

"Good to see your reflexes haven't dulled," Kafka teases, nimbly prying the knife out of your hands and letting it clatter onto the floor. She then removes the hand over your mouth, and releases your wrist from the strings.

"Kafka," you whisper, your hand moving to cup her cheek, your thumb tracing the ridges of her face, "are you real?"

She leans into your touch, that signature smirk tugging on her painted lips. She's really here, solid and tangible beneath your fingers. "You could consider me a dream, if you'd like."

"How did you even get in here?" you ask, not taking your eyes off her for a moment as she shrugs off her coat and begins undoing the buttons of her shirt. Kafka offers you a smug grin at that, pulling a little device from her pocket.

"Custom-made IPC teleportation beacon," she answers with a wink. "Jailbroken courtesy of Silver Wolf, of course."

You make a mental note to buy Silver Wolf the next battlepass in that game of hers. Kafka sets the device on the bedside table, now dressed in only her undergarments. You swallow as you take in the expanse of her milky skin, firm abdomen and muscled thighs, all while Kafka raids the clothing storage beneath your bed for something to sleep in like she's been on the Express this whole while. She eventually settles for one of your old t-shirts, which drapes over her frame in such a sinfully delectable way that you'd pounce on her if you weren't so damn tired.

"Move over," she orders, pulling her hair out of its usual ponytail, and letting it cascade down her shoulders and back. Kafka has always been beautiful--but like this... you would not have been able to distinguish her from Idrila the Beauty themself. You wonder if that makes you her knight. You shuffle to the side of the bed, and Kafka slips under the sheets next to you. Strong arms wrap around you and hold you close, close enough that you can rest your ear against her chest, and hear the soothing lullaby of her heartbeat. Immediately you start to feel drowsy, and Kafka chuckles.

"You really missed me, didn't you, doll?" she muses, carding her fingers through your hair gently. "I'm here now, my dear. Sleep, alright?"

Your eyes flutter shut almost instantly. It's funny, how she doesn't even have to use her Spirit Whisper on you to get you to obey. Maybe love itself is enough of a whisper to your soul, or maybe you've always been weak for her. But oddly enough, you don't find yourself minding all that much if that's the case. You don't mind much of anything when it comes to her. Though you don't ponder for very long as you snuggle closer against her warmth, your arms winding tight around her waist. She'll be gone by morning, you know that. She has to. But for now, this is enough, secure in this haven that is her embrace, and you let yourself drift off into slumber.

(The next morning, nothing remains of her--you may have truly considered her a dream, were it not for the imprint of her form on your bed, and a tiny note on your bedside table, undoubtedly written in her hand.

All it says is i love you.

And for the both of you, that's all it needs to say.)

[caelanglang]

chuuya will go insane seeing dazai cry? zamn would pay to see that lmaoo

hi, i kinda went insane thinking and drawing about this one.

a continuation of the drunk fem!dazai post !

mini bonus:

update: now with extra here ~

[shalom-iamcominghome]

"We need more diverse queer representation!"

You cannot even handle queer jews.

[l4long-winded]

jealous lip……lip hears that you got a date with some dude that's taller than him, hotter than him, probably more mentally stable than him. and lip is tearing him apart. "heard he's got stds, probably don't wanna fuck him." "he's a cheater." "just hang out with me tonight." "y'know he's a player?" "he's no good for you, he's fuckin' ugly-"

and he persists and persists until he either pisses you off or gets in your head enough to change your mind. or even threatens your date to ghost you. and he feels a little bad, seeing your little pout and how "i dunno, i thought maybe someone finally liked me this time" and he's biting his tongue, genuinely clawing at the walls at the admission, thinking no one could love you when he's right there

he takes your mind off it, casually sitting too close to you as you watch a movie, encouraging you to maybe let him hold you a bit. or maybe take your mind off it in a different way, sitting you on his cock and fighting the urge to cum too soon because this is all he's fantasized about, his best friend bouncing on his dick, whining his name so prettily. and he's fighting the urge to tell you that this isn't casual, that he loves you and wants you so badly -🌟

oh, yeah, he absolutely tries to talk you out of it. because a date? with someone that's not him? what the fuck are you even thinking right now?

he tells the fucker to back the hell off whenever you don't change your mind and persist about going out with him anyway. lip recruits the help of mickey and ian to scare him shitless (more so mickey who's game for it as long as he gets a case of beer and ian begrudgingly tags along because his brother's infatuation with you is not lost on him for a second).

lip is more than happy when you tell him the news one day after walking you home from work. you're disappointed, teary-eyed, and he regrets it as soon as the first thick bead of salt rolls down your cheek. he hates when you cry. he hates it so much. it makes him nervous. his smirk disappears, an arm looping around your shoulders.

"come on, brat, don't make it such a big deal. guy's a piece of shit. i told you that."

"i know," you say through a shaky voice, breaking his fucking heart. "i just thought..."

"... thought what?"

"i thought that... fuck," you sniffle, "i thought someone actually liked me for once."

you poor thing. he feels so guilty. he wants to tell you how untrue that is. this isn't the first asshole he's told to get away from you and it won't be the last. lip is selfish. he wants to keep you all to himself and the confession of his feelings rests on his vocal chords. only, it never comes out. he just tucks you into his side like a coward, comforts you knowing he's the reason your pretty face is shedding tear after tear.

you want to lie back in bed. he suggests taking you out for food or maybe a long walk, but you refuse. so, he turns a movie on, one he knows you'd like, some chick flick that you usually have to beg him to watch. but you're barely paying attention.

as he leans into your frame, he finally leans his forehead into your shoulder defeated.

"what can i do? i don't like seeing you so sad... talk to me."

"lip, i wanna forget about it, okay? don't bring it up."

he bites back a frigid reply. you're hurting. it's his fault, and you don't even know it, so he feels like he owes you it.

"fine," he mumbles, sitting up, tugging on his sweatpants.

"w-what're you doing?" you ask as you sit up yourself, blinking in deep confusion as he starts to reach for your sleep shorts.

"helping you forget. want me to stop?"

lip's hands curl into your waistband. his heart is racing so fast right now he's positive it's about to hurl up his throat. when your head shakes no, he finds himself so relieved.

it's what led you to this. the notebook playing in the background, long forgotten as lip watches you ride him, his name falling off your mouth over and over again, taking your pleasure from him.

he's dreamt of this. imagined it a million and one times. it's so much better than any of his daydreams, than any of his hopes and wishes. he revels in it, pets your hips, bucks up into you because fuck, you grip his cock tighter when he strikes that spot deep inside of you. he targets it, a man possessed as he fucks you, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave behind bruises.

you moan regardless, hands falling onto his chest. god, he needs this. he's always needed it. it's nirvana. every clench and whine, it's so perfect. he's so close, but he holds off to make this last, to fix his errors, bites his bottom lip because all he wants to do right now is tell you how much he fucking loves you.

he stops himself, flipping the two of you over, taking over with heavy thrusts. lip prevents himself from muttering his affection, biting against your neck, groaning whenever he feels your release soak him.

"need this cock, brat? can you take more for me?" he leans up, and then he realizes you're crying again. but tears of pleasure and overstimulation, his cock twitching inside of you whenever you nod your head frantically.

he's going to fuck you all night into the morning... to help you forget, of course...

[gorejo]

forbes gojo’s house cleaner cleaning their bedsheets for the fifth time this friday 😔

"Gojo-kun," the older woman huffed, voice still gentle yet stern as she spoke to the younger man that she'd been taking care of since he was a child. Quickly pinching his bare side, back littered with angry marks and love bites, as she walked past him with an armful of white bedsheets, clicking her tongue, "I don't think Gojo-sama would be delighted to hear her son is being a pain to his wife."

"What do you mean —" he almost spit out of his water as his childhood nanny passed by, her shorter stature swallowed by his upright build. His blue eyes immediately took sight of the white fabric that she was holding, and his thoughts instantly recounted the iniquitous matrimony he had with his wife — not even a few hours prior.

the sheets were probably still damp — fuck.

Quickly rushing toward her, Satoru took the sheets from the older lady, blushing as he fumbled over his words, "I-I'll get this, Hirota-san, you go down and rest, " he flashed her an awkward, apologetic smile, "she's still sleeping right now."

Fed up with the countless times she had to cover for his mess, but also feeling sympathetic towards you, "the poor woman's always being swindled by you," she grumbled before making her way down the stairs, wondering how on earth he didn't get you pregnant by now...

++ on Fridays, that would be Satoru's job to do (: usually, he'll be good to put the sheets in after moving his wife to the other bedroom... but this particular day, he was being a bad boy.

[tinyleaks]

hey friends, wanted to put some words out in the universe that sometimes i need to hear myself

you aren’t gross for liking something that most people consider “gross” or “weird”. it is okay to enjoy things that other people don’t understand, even things people reflexively make fun of. as long as you are being as hygenic as possible, cleaning up after yourself and not doing anything to risk your health, making sure to take breaks from it and stay hydrated between holds, and making sure to never include non-consenting parties in your kinky shenanigans – you’re fine.

if you’ve had to hide your interests from partners out of fear, awkwardly deflect conversations with friends, or heard people you look up to make off-handed remarks – you’re not alone.

no one fully 100% understands where kinks come from, but what we do know is we don’t choose which ones we get, and as long as all parties involved are consenting, happy and healthy: you aren’t doing anything wrong.

please don’t hate yourself over the things you love. be kind to yourself, even when other people aren’t. yes I’m getting sappy on my pee blog, because being “weird” can be really hard on the old mental health at times and i hope all of y’all don’t think any less of yourselves because of this stuff. peace out 💛

[httpiastri]

first arm/neck/hands dump of 2024???? yes absolutely 🫶🫶🫶

[bitterie-sweetie]

Heyyy! If you’re open for requests, there’s this TikTok that I saw where a pregnant lady had her husband lift her heavy belly for a few minutes and it gave her some relief. I somehow could see Mingyu do that. His wife having a hard time getting used to her growth and him trying his best to help her 🫠🫠🫠

baby ⇢ mingyu x reader, 1k, fluff, domestic au ⇢ warnings: pregnancy, "baby" as a term of endearment, mingyu being his usually sweet self (mostly), established relationship

"This is all your fault, you know."

At the sharp tone of your words, Mingyu looks up from his phone. 

"This," you gesture at yourself, at the unmistakable way your stomach now protrudes, a little larger each day as time creeps closer to your due date. "This baby is already huge and we're not even halfway there. It's all your fault, Kim Mingyu. You and your—your stupidly big bones and your long limbs and your giant frame and, and—" 

It's another empty complaint, that's all. Lately that's been much of what comes out of your mouth the moment your sore feet touch the floor, having to support your new weight, and when you're rushing to the bathroom again after just having left it. And when you hear Mingyu's mom lament about how heavy he was at birth, you don't even want to think about how the next few months are going to go. 

This pregnancy is both a blessing and a curse.

You get up from your chair, eager to crawl into bed and let sleep magically melt away your problems if it comes at all tonight. But before you can take a single step, Mingyu is there. It takes him two steps to cross the room and come to your side, and while he usually wears a big smile whenever he looks your way, now it's been completely replaced with a frown. A solemn expression.

"I'm sorry, baby," he says softly, gingerly pulling you into a hug. 

"W-what? What are you apologizing for?"

"All of it."

You take a step back and try to wiggle out of his arms so you can properly read his expression. "Hey, I was just joking—"

"Y/N," he says, shaking his head as he loosens his arms, "it's hard going through all this alone. You know I would help if I could." 

He's being genuine—that much you can see, but that makes you all the more concerned. Is there something going on? What does he mean? So much of your attention has been focused on preparing for the baby ever since finding out the good news that you hardly had a moment to stop and consider his feelings in all of this, and for a second your heart drops at the thought that there might be something wrong. 

Mingyu's never been one to hide anything though. He always wears his heart on his sleeve and speaks without a filter—which is only a bad thing when he showers you with overly cheesy compliments—and even now, one look in his eyes tells you exactly what you want to know. You can see the excitement floating in his eyes, the absolute adoration at the start of this new chapter in your lives, the nerves of being a parent for the first time. 

But also mixed in there is a ton of guilt. 

While none of it is his fault, you can tell that he's feeling the immense guilt of watching you suffer to bring a child into this world while he is, well, still very much his regular self. 

"Mingyu, you are helping. You've been doing all the cooking and running around to get me whatever I'm craving, which has been a lot these days. You set up the baby's room all on your own, and then there are your massages—I'm going to get so used to having this luxury that I'll be asking for them even after all this." 

His frown only deepens. "Baby, that's not enough. I hate seeing you in pain and being unable to do anything about it. I wish I could take it from you." 

"Hey, look at me." You heave a sigh, reaching to take his face between your hands. "I'm fine, Mingyu. You know how strong I am, right? I can handle it. In fact, you should worry more about what this kid might do in the future."

"Knowing the two of us, that's probably true." He wavers for a second before a smile starts to creep onto his face, but he holds it back, almost shyly. "Y/N, can I try something?"

"Like what?"

Mingyu steps closer until the space between you diminishes, leaving only your belly pressed against his. Then in one motion, he takes his hands and carefully places them under your belly, and then lifts. 

"Does this help at all?" he asks, face gleaming with tentative hope.

You slowly relax into his hands and take notice of how everything shifts. The weight pressing on your bladder is alleviated immediately, and your sore lower back feels much better. Even your feet aren't quite as in pain as before. "Yeah, actually. This helps a lot. Thank you, baby." 

"Good. Then I'll do this for you all day." Then he nuzzles even closer to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around him as much as you can. There's still too much space between you with the baby in the way, but when you close your eyes and listen to the sound of Mingyu's steady breaths, it's enough to spread a warmth in your heart that takes you back to the early days of your relationship. 

"Hey, Y/N?" Mingyu pulls back slightly to look at you.

"Hmm?"

"Do you really think we should be worrying about how our kid might turn out? What they might be like?" 

You study him, looking beyond the spark of anxiety in his eyes. "Well, yeah, but they'll be fine. Trust me, if they have your genes, they'll basically be perfect already. You were a perfect kid." 

"I guess I kind of was." He stays still for a moment, but when he meets your eyes again, there's a mischievous smile threatening to creep across his lips. "Yeah, see, I wasn't exactly worried that the kid might turn out like me." 

"Hey, Kim Mingyu!"

[randomminty]

IDK if you do requests or not, but your art is super cute and I'd love to see more Cynthias from you, such as her exploring some old but cozy island ruins, or her stumbling upon a secluded beach and taking a relaxing walk, or even another doodle dump. (sorry Cynthia's just so cool and you draw her so well!!)

AW THANK YOU….. ofc who am i to turn down an opportunity to draw more cynthia

[moechies]

haitani's lil sis as the honorary bonten member :< she's not too affiliated with them , but they all adore her so much methinks..

mhm mhm !!! dis is sooo cannon i wish haitani lil sister was real :<

you doesn’t show as much around the gang, only when ran and rinnie are on a super tight schedule and you just happened to tag along. they don’t like you around the gang because they know that the grimy boys won’t be able to keep their hands off of you ; taking advantage of your cute flirtatious personality and tryin to grope yr soft body and give u kisses （＾ω＾）

they all surround you when you appear after months of being hoarded by your nii-chans, praising you and giving you lots of love. theyre sure to word their compliments carefully since they’re all on thin ice with ran and rinnie after years of trying to get a piece of their little sis >:33

although not affiliated much with the gang and especially the crime work of it all, one could say you’re just as malicious as your older brothers. you’re no better than your nii - chans , excluding the bloody works.

you pick up on their mannerisms easily, eavesdropping on their late night conversations on how to expand, and the next day you’re a different person. acting all big and bad in order to impress your older brothers, just to get mocked and laughed at till you’re all pouty and on the verge of tears ;( but don’t fret ! they’ll shower you with tons of kisses and sweet praises after, telling you that you don’t need to be involved in all the bad work that they have to do and to just keep bein’ their cute lil sis <3

[fallenclan]

actually this song fits ravenstar so well that i had to throw together a real quick edit about it. imagine my vision

[genericpuff]

Hold up, I'm curious now about when you said "Perse is a menace to lower nymphs" I thought at best she was neutral to some but I don't remember her ever just being outright horrible. Though that can very well just be my rose-colored glasses activating in the earlier parts of the story.

Oh geez let's see...

There was the time Persephone left Alex alone in the hospital room with the guy who had assaulted him and beat him half to death because he was "rude" (i.e. reasonably reacting to these two showing their faces around him):

And that time Persephone blackmailed Minthe to teach her how to do the job she was underqualified for two days after Hades had broken up with her and Persephone claimed to feel guilty:

Also that time she turned Minthe into a plant and then proceeded to not give a shit about her moments afterwards so she could flirt with the guy who she unapologetically had an affair with (in front of the plantified Minthe who she knew could hear them):

And then when she finally did turn Minthe back to normal, she immediately victimized herself over Minthe justifiably being angry:

And then there was that time she cornered Tori (former roommate of Alex) at his job to essentially berate him, all because of "gossip" that Tori had said ten fucking years ago (as if the gossip wasn't entirely true, it was Tori reacting to Alex getting mutilated by her boyfriend who she never really held accountable):

And all those times Persephone tried to claim she was being stifled by the nymphs in the Mortal Realm but then had the balls to claim she was "lonely" even though she literally had friends and sisters surrounding her who she wanted to get away from:

And then the icing on the cake, far more recently, that time she broke into the home of a nymph woman who had already embarrassed herself, just to threaten her, something that she was rewarded for by her husband:

She said ALL of that while failing to acknowledge the fact that she did the exact same thing to Minthe when she was with Hades. And she's not sorry for it, but she hypocritically tries to take the moral high ground as if she's never done the same thing.

Gee, I wonder how she could have turned out this way?

Persephone never really felt guilty for the things she did throughout the series, and she never took responsibility for her actions that affected others, in some cases she was flat out rewarded for her vitriol. And though this may not be intentional on Rachel's part, she comes across as someone who claims she was "lonely", when really she meant she just didn't have the company she specifically wanted - the company of gods, specifically male gods such as Hades.

Yes, the narrative tries to justify Persephone's actions towards these characters specifically - Alex, Minthe, Tori, Leuce, etc. - but fails to highlight the power imbalance where Persephone comes out on top just for being a goddess. Minthe reported her to Zeus for the wrong reasons, but she still deserved to go to trial for committing and hiding an Act of Wrath. Alex had no idea Persephone was a goddess and she never really did anything to take accountability for what Hades did to him. Tori's only crime was calling her a "dark concubine" a couple times ten years ago, something she absolutely should have let go of by now. Leuce had already embarrassed herself by trying to make the moves on Hades, so breaking into her home and filling it with farm animals and threatening her accomplished nothing beyond stroking Persephone's ego trip.

And that's not getting into how the narrative as a whole promotes mistreatment towards nymphs and satyrs (i.e. lower class people) so Persephone and Hades being in the upper class is similar to billionaires in the real world - they only achieved that wealth on the backs of the lower class, so they're part of the problem, not the exception to it. And these are the characters we're supposed to be rooting for.

I rest my case.

[mammoth-clangen]

this is a very unique concept… I love how creative all these clangen inspired blogs are ❤️ very fun

for this one specifically though. Do the “cats” (I will call them that for simplicity’s sake) have designated roles similar to a Clan structure? Any real defined leader, or second in command, or healer? or are the responsibilities all sort of split/shared? do apprentices or their equivalent get assigned to specific mentors? also what should their group be referred to as? Clan? Colony? Pack?

This was asked a long while ago, but I feel like I can happily summarise now bc most of this has been revealed in story uvu

Lore dump!

The "cats" call themselves Fleet Fangs! This is because Homotherium was very cursorial (especially compared to other, typically very stocky, sabercats) and likely adapted for long distance travel. Ice Fangs (Smilodon fatalis) and Tuft Tails (Panthera leo atrox) both have saying that boil down to "once Fleets are running, you can't catch them" lmao

A group of Fleet Fangs is called a Kindred! It's partly based on sounding similar to "a kindle of kittens" and partially on how both clan and kindred mean "family and likeness", at least to me c:

They do sometimes use "pack" but that specifically refers to a small hunting party, not a group living together

Kindred of the Mammoth (and their neighbours we haven't met yet) are odd in that they're very strict in their traditions and territories. Only a few Kindreds have Holdfast names, and it's rare for them to be made up of as many non-relatives as Mammoth Kindred and Neighbour!Kindred. They're also usually nomadic!

Solitary Nomads who don't call themselves a kindred are also very common; it's easier to get by on smaller prey and move on if there's just 1 or 2 of you.

At 6 months, Mammoth Kindred cubs become tyros, and start learning from a mentor. As mentioned in Moon 5, they normally get their own mentor, but sharing definitely isn't unheard of. Even a tyro with one specific mentor will often spend time with another, because everyone has different skills and teaching methods!

There are also roles within a Kindred, such as scout, hunter, herbalist, wounder, clerc, etc. But they're not rigid like in the warriors universe. A herbalist will still hunt if they see prey and a scout will come back with a bundle of herbs if they recognise them while looking for prey or intruders. Also /Everyone/ helps hunt large game, because megafauna don't go down easy.

Leaders don't have 9 lives and often there is two of them! A typical kindred is more like a wolf pack with a partnered pair(ish) and their kids, rather than the unrelated amalgam dedicating their lives to hunting mammoths along one migration route cx

Tysm for your kind words btw! I really enjoy reading other's unique clangens and was inspired to make my own to basically just RNG my own world and lore cx