#geo-filtering

[aeb-art]

so i realized that my sona being geo's coworker would mean we have the same boss. not sure how i didn't consider that sooner, but it spiraled into... this. i'm calling it the bad ending. it is so so so long, so everything is below the read more o7 enjoy

stellar city and the mall toons belong to @8um8le as always

cw: assault and implied murder at the end

genuinely this feels like something fourteen year old me would wanna read and that is such a wonderful feeling, i had so much fun making this the past few days ouo

oh and thank you, ballad, i was kinda self-conscious on if the flower pot shard as a weapon was a good idea or not ^^; also thank you for making all these characters. drawing them has really made creating art more joyful these past few weeks (or months? geez...)

okay i'm done being a sap! i hope you enjoyed! have a lovely day/night! <333

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F!reader spoils Lil Dragon!Zhongli... at first | Fluff🧸 (with dragon)+ 🔞 (with human Zhongli)

🎨by: @nagarnia_art and @JeanGreyCG

Summary: You're doing some research in the woods, looking for certain minerals, when you feel some tiny tiny eyes staring at you. After Zhongli morpps from a dragon to a human, things get a bit... hot...

Tw: with human Zhongli smut 🔞, PIV. Insinuations of breeding season, with dragon Zhongli just some cute Dragon behavior bc I ended up traumatized after writing some angst.

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Your research is going well. Your reports to the Fontaine Science Institute were successful during your last expedition, earning you praise from your superiors. You have been living in Liyue for over six months. After learning about minerals that can emanate energy, you sought out information to educate yourself on the subject. 

The rocks in Liyue seem to have a memory, possibly due to the work of their Archon or as a natural result of high evolution and energetic vestiges from ancient wars. 

Zhongli, the Parlor consultant, had told you about a spot at the foot of a valley that might interest you, and you were amazed. You had no reason to doubt the man's wisdom. You had formed a deep bond of friendship with him because you admire his extensive knowledge about everything. You set off almost immediately. He had offered to accompany you, but you had refused because you prefer to do your research alone, surrounded by nature and away from the attractive distraction that Zhongli could become.

Your friend is attractive, in a way that you tried to express in your letters to your friends at Fontaine, but never succeeded. Your banal words and names do not do justice to the physique of this man of unshakable character, steely sense, and tenacious gaze. You could not bear to make a mistake in his presence during the expedition, not because you were clumsy, but because his figure moved your senses, your ground, and betrayed your own perceptions.

So, as you walk through a pleasant area of foliage, covered by the fierce, scorching rays of the sun, you decide to let your guard down, to take off your jacket and your gloves. You use a ribbon to tie up your hair as you walk on, arriving at the place Zhongli had shown you beforehand. The passage is strangely comfortable, very suitable for a quiet investigation, full of strange figures of small rocks of irregular and curious shapes.

Under the canopy of large trees, you spread out your arsenal of tools on the grass, put on your protective visors, and get to work. Sequencing the rock profile takes little time, your agile skills allowing you to avoid unnecessary pauses or clumsy backtracking typical of an amateur. Then you take the samples, tiny particles that do not alter the correct and productive nature that King Geo has protected for years, and while you wait for the filtering to finish, a strange sensation runs down your spine.

You had let your guard down during your experiment, letting the peaceful appearance of the place convince you, something very unprofessional on your part. So you turn to the side and feel a presence. Among the bushes, you spot a pair of curious little spheres, and you jump as the leaves rustle in the presence of an unknown being. 

A deep relief washes over you as the creature in question appears on the scene. A small dragon, microscopic in physiognomy compared to adult forms, with curious eyes and a golden tail twisted into a spiral. Its little paws make furrows in the ground, its face dejected, as if it had been caught doing something illegal.

"Little one, have you been watching me all this time?" You ask the cute little creature, who hides his head between his front paws, realizing he can't do it with his tail, which isn't long enough.

"Come here, don't be afraid of me," you whisper, approaching it cautiously, holding out your hands.

The dragon gathers itself in its own anatomy, growling low, sounding almost like a common cat, you can't help but laugh at it. You bring your fingers up to the growling pellet and stroke its head, right between its underdeveloped horns. You notice a puff of breath coming from the little guy's nose.

"How cute, you liked that, didn't you?" you laugh as you stroke his head and then his back, causing the miniature dragon's tail to wag.

"Come, sit with me, we'll have to wait a long time until the filtering is finished," you take him in your hands, on your palms.

"Wow... I've never seen one of your species so small... and those scales," you comment, bringing your face close to the reptile's, "I'd swear you have very, very soft skin, you're very rare, uh," you add, while you turn to your tools, which emit a strange smell.

You leave the dragon on the ground and approach your machinery, no, nothing out of place... well, now you can turn your attention to the little guy who... what is he doing?

You notice the tiny creature rubbing against your foot, making strange squeaks. It's... it's mating with your shoe? You burst out laughing and shake your foot, pushing it away and picking it up again.

"You horny little bugger," you say, poking him in the nose, "I forgot that your species is in mating season. I regret to inform you that you will get nowhere with me, I am not of the same species... ours is impossible."

A sad sigh escapes from the little animal's chest, and you notice how its whole face becomes depressed, its horns and ears seem to droop in deep disappointment.

"Don't cry," you say, putting it on the ground in the grass and lying down in front of it, "we can play if you want, to distract you a little”.

That got his attention, because he looked at you again. He walks up to you with his little paws and puts one on your nose, he starts to sniff you with that little button in the middle of his little face.

"Ohhh... do you want a little kiss?" you ask, flooded with tenderness, "I would do anything to make you happy" you say, placing a tender kiss on the dragon's forehead. Is like a puppy...

The dragon retraces his steps, accelerating and rolling his head in madness. You see him writhing in place, as if he had suddenly fallen ill, and then... poof... a golden flash and a trail of smoke,  ike the one he had just exhaled through his nose. A faint wave of heat and a faint smell of sulfur as a figure began to form behind the column of smoke.

You straightened up in your seat as the column disintegrated, revealing the very embarrassed image of Zhongli, covering his mouth as he coughs, with traces of smoke and golden flames escaping from his throat.

He is wearing little clothing, a tunic of the same color as the skin of the dragon you spoke to earlier... is that perhaps...? 

"You," you point an accusing finger at Zhongli, and he looks at you with flushed cheeks, "what was that? Aren't you going to say anything about it?" you say to the man, appearing to be annoyed, although in reality, seeing him in that outfit has aroused something pleasurable in you.

"Well?" you insist.

"Are you going to give me that kiss or?" he interjects, his voice still weak and embarrassed.

His embarrassment fades for the next hour, during which he relentlessly thrusts himself into you, waiting for your boring explorer machine to end.

The filtering of the rocks continues, the particles falling into the vessel like sand in a crystal clock. The small machines emit tiny clicks and a faint plume of smoke and gas. The rumble of the cycle's drumbeat advances in rhythm with your moans as you feel Zhongli sink deep into you.

You lie on the grass, your pants and panties around your ankles, your hands on your head clinging to the foliage, your waist encircled by Zhongli's large hands holding you steady so he can work his way into your pussy. You feel his pelvic bone against your center, his balls against your skin, and then he pulls away to enter again. Gently, lovingly, afraid to break you and hurt you. He's painfully slow, but how good it feels.

You hear him make low, rasping noises as faint plumes of smoke rise from his nose, as when he looked like a dragon. His cock twists inside you, slapping against your cervix, massaging your wet, warm depths that mold to the shape of his member. You feel the warmth rush down your legs, an electric current coursing through every fiber of your limbs, your chest heaving in desperation.

The orgasm hits you both at the same time, decorating Zhongli's cock with a white ring as his cum spills into you like thick ropes from his ecstasy. He pulls back your panties and pants, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek.

"May I mark you?" he asks with a look of honor, his face sublime and devoted.

"Don't even think about it," you say, joining in, noticing the sadness in his eyes, "we weren't even supposed to do it. It was just supposed to be a kiss and that's it," you seem to scold him, though it's you who's scolding yourself for being so unseemly and impetuous, though damn... you've enjoyed it so much... ....

Sensing your hostile tone, Zhongli wraps himself up and immediately transforms into his small reptilian form.

"Please stop being so dramatic," you express, leaning against one of the tree trunks and letting out a laugh. "Come back... I don't want to wait alone," you say, crossing your legs and putting your jacket down.

Zhongli, the dragon, approaches you with short steps, due to the length of his small legs, and climbs onto your lap, where he rubs the fabric of your coat, nestling into the fabric to take refuge, and lets out a yawn before closing his eyes and settling down for a nap. You stroke his back and coo to the little creature, feeling him purr like a cat.

"How cute you are when you sleep," you laugh, stroking his nose, causing him to bite your finger, "did you just mark me without my permission?" You ask, but he just squeals and jumps off your lap, looking for a way to escape. You catch him with your coat and throw it at him like a fleeing rat, but he manages to escape and hide in the bushes... you don't see him again for the rest of the afternoon, but you know that when you return to Liyue Harbour you will demand an apology, an explanation... and maybe a round two.

[vibelladonna]

✑ 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝜗𝜚 𝑔𝑒𝑜

Geo has officially claimed the spot as MY favorite character in TKATB. Honestly, It’s well-deserved. As an asexual person writing about an asexual-coded character, I have to say—there’s something about him that just hits differently.

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It’s like he sees you in a way that most characters don’t. And let’s be real, when Geo looks at you, it’s not just some fleeting glance—it’s intense, calculated, almost suffocating.

But romantic?

Nah. With him, it’s something else entirely.

[ 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ]

Okay, so let’s talk about Geo as a boyfriend. First of all, congratulations on making that happen. Like, seriously, how did you pull it off?  If you’re dating Geo, consider yourself very lucky.

Nah, he's lucky for dating you.

Because let’s be real, Geo is not the type to just open his heart to anyone. This man’s walls are practically made of steel, and I’m sure it took some serious patience, persistence, and probably some sorcery to get him to even consider letting you in.

But hey, you did it. So now you’ve got yourself the most stoic, broody, and incredibly hot boyfriend. So let’s break it down! 

✑ The Silent Observer

Like said, getting close to Geo? Oh man, that was like trying to break into a vault without the code. And let’s be honest, at first, you probably weren’t even trying to get to him—he just happened to be standing there while you were hanging out with Crowe.

But of course, Geo being Geo, he’d hit you with those cold, piercing stares that made you question every single life choice.

And don’t even get me started on his bluntness. He’s the definition of the strong, silent type. He only speaks when he thinks something needs to be said, which means you’re never getting any filler or small talk from him. It’s not that he’s rude—he just values words and doesn’t see the point in wasting them. 

He’d just say it. Straight up. No filter. 

However, he does talk—pretty much one sentence though, it’s worth listening to because you’ll quickly realize how sharp he is. Geo’s intelligence and observant nature are on another level too… 

The kind of observant where he notices everything. He’s like that one friend who knows all the drama without ever saying a word. While Brittany would spill the tea loudly and proudly, Geo keeps it all locked away in that steel trap of a brain. He’s always watching, analyzing, and probably always two steps ahead.

It’s part of what makes him such a great strategist but also why he’s so cautious about trusting anyone.  

So, instead of running for the hills like most people would, you stayed. And honestly? That’s probably what made him start noticing you. You didn’t back off, didn’t try to fix him, didn’t push him to be someone he’s not—you just… stuck around.  

Geo doesn’t do well with people who pry or force their way in. But the fact that you respected his space and still made the effort to be there?

Yeah. That got to him.

Not that he’d ever admit it, of course.  

What’s crazy is how much he notices. Stuff about yourself that even you haven’t realized? Yeah, he’s already picked up on it. He’s the kind of guy who remembers your favorite drink, the way your fingers fidget with your sleeves when you're anxious, or that offhand comment you made weeks ago about something you wanted.

It’s honestly a little unsettling how much he takes in, but at the same time? It’s one of the ways he shows he cares.  

Geo’s not the type for over-the-top romance or constant sweet talk, but his actions? 

Louder than words. 

He’ll fix something before you even realize it’s broken, hand you exactly what you need before you think to ask, and make sure you’re taken care of in ways that feel so effortless it’s almost unfair.  

And when he does say something heartfelt? You know it’s real. Because Geo doesn’t just say things for the sake of saying them. When he speaks, he means it.  

Again, he picks up on everything. The way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love is the exact moment you start zoning out because you're tired.

He stores all that information away like it’s second nature—and then he uses it to make your day without you even realizing it.  

now i'm rambling here

Like, don’t be surprised if your favorite snack just magically appears when you’re having a rough day. Or if you casually check your bag one day and find tickets to that movie you’ve been dying to see—no note, no explanation, just Geo making sure you get what you want without making a big deal out of it.

If you ask him about it? He’ll just shrug like, “What? You wanted it, didn’t you?” 

And let’s not even get started on your birthday. Geo is ridiculously rich—it’s not even funny. He pretends he might forget (just to mess with you), but he’s had a reminder set forever, not that he needs it. 

At the end of the day, Geo’s way of showing love isn’t flashy—it’s in the details. He pays attention. He remembers. He knows you probably better than you know yourself. And honestly? 

That’s what makes it so unfairly attractive.

✑ Low-key Romantic

Alright, let’s be real—Geo isn’t the kind of guy to wear his heart on his sleeve. If anything, he’s probably got it locked away in a vault with a “Do Not Disturb” sign and a security system to keep everyone out.

But when Geo cares? He cares.

No half-measures, no second-guessing. Like I KNOW he's no heartless now.

If he lets you in—which, let’s be honest, is a miracle in itself—you have his full, unwavering loyalty. And why would he want anyone else? Geo’s not the type to jump from person to person.

When he chooses you, he chooses you.

That said, he’s also not about to make a big spectacle out of it. He keeps his love life locked down tight—partly because he’s private, but mostly because he refuses to let you deal with the chaos that comes from his fanbase and personal life.

He hates the idea of you getting swarmed by fangirls the way he does or his father knowing about you.

But that doesn’t mean he hides your relationship entirely.

Once in a blue moon—maybe once or twice a month—he’ll drop a little something on his Insta story. Just a picture of the two of you together. Your face? Hidden. No tags. No captions. But his friends and fangirls lose their minds over it every single time.

Because let’s be real—you’re both ridiculously attractive.

They'll eat it up.

And listen, Geo isn’t about that over-the-top romance or dramatic love confessions. He’s not the type to shower you with sweet words or be all over you in public—PDA? Yeah, it's not really his thing.

Hate is a strong word, but let’s just say he’s not a fan.  

When you first start dating, physical affection is practically nonexistent. But the closer you get, in private? Oh, ohhh, you realize real fast—this man is touch-starved. Like, embarrassingly so. He won’t outright say it but quietly melt into your touch when you play with his hair.

His favorite spot? Your lap. Or chest.

Geo lives for lying there while you run your fingers through his hair-shockingly soaking up your warmth like it’s the only thing keeping him sane. After a long, exhausting day of archery practice? Yeah, that’s his go-to way to unwind.  

Now, when it comes to kisses, this man is sneaky.

His favorite spot to kiss? Your neck. Why?

Because he likes watching you absolutely malfunction. Geo loves getting a reaction out of you, and nothing flusters you quite like that.

As for him? He likes being kissed on the cheek (if you can reach it, that is). Something about it feels so innocent and genuine—a rare, pure moment in the mess of a world he deals with daily.   

Also, let’s talk about jewelry: Necklaces or rings, for example. Not as much or for any deep reason—he just thinks they look cool, and he likes looking cool. But here’s where it gets cute: he buys you a simpler ring to his that matches your vibe.

Nothing fancy, still expensive just a simple little reminder that you’re his, and he’s yours. You wear them every day, and they become something sentimental.  

And the best part? Before archery matches, Geo’s been caught kissing the end of his necklace or ring for good luck. And when you tease him about it later? He doesn’t even flinch.

He just deadass looks at you and goes, “Yeah, I thought you’d send me the luck I needed to win. Not like I needed luck though—I’m just that—”

Just shut him up with a kiss already.

✑ Protective But Not Overbearing

Oh, Geo’s insanely protective—like, the kind of guy you just know has your back, no questions asked. But don’t get it twisted—he’s not clingy, not overbearing, and definitely not the type to smother you.

That’s just not his style.  

He’s more of a silent guardian type, always watching, always aware, but never in your way. He trusts you to handle yourself, and honestly? That says everything. Geo knows you’re capable, and he’s not about to hover like some overprotective watchdog.  

But let’s be real—if someone steps out of line with you? 

Oh, it’s game over. 

Geo may seem calm and composed most of the time, but when it comes to you? That sharp tongue of his? Lethal. He’s not loud, he’s not dramatic—he’ll cut people down with a single sentence and leave them wondering where they went wrong.  

And let’s not forget—this man is an archer. If someone really pushes their luck, they better hope they’re nowhere near a target, because one glare from him and a perfectly-placed bullseye is all it takes for people to get the message loud and clear.

No threats are needed. Just precision.  

The best part? Geo doesn’t do theatrics. No chest-puffing, no dramatic speeches—he shuts down nonsense with a few words and an energy so cold it could drop the room temperature. And maybe, just maybe, he’d beat the absolute shit out of someone in secret. Not that he’d ever tell you, of course.

But you’d know.

Because, well… you have a habit of playing with his hands when you’re both just chilling on the couch, and he lets you. Always. Which is exactly how you spot it—bruised knuckles, faint red marks across his pale skin, like he just went a round or two with someone’s face.

You narrow your eyes, tracing over the fresh marks. “Geo.”

He doesn’t look up from his phone. “What.”

“What happened to your hands?”

His fingers twitch slightly, but his expression stays flat. “Nothing.”

You glance between him and his definitely-not-nothing knuckles. “Oh, really? So, what, did you punch the air too hard?”

Geo exhales sharply, finally meeting your gaze. “You ask too many questions.”

You tilt your head, unimpressed. “And you deflect too much.”

For a second, it looks like he’s about to actually answer. Then, without missing a beat, he shifts entirely. “Hey, did you see that dumbass thing Deryl did today?”

You blink. “Geo—”

“No, because seriously, this idiot tried to—”

And just like that, the conversation is over. You could push it, but knowing him, you’d be sitting here for hours listening to him insult Deryl instead of getting an actual answer. So, for now, you just sigh and go back to playing with his fingers.

You’ll find out eventually. You always do.

That being said… he might keep you away from his older stepbrother, Hyugo, just to be safe. And honestly? Probably for the best.

At the end of the day, Geo’s way of protecting you isn’t about control—it's about making sure you’re safe without ever making you feel trapped. And honestly? That kind of quiet, no-BS loyalty?

It’s unbeatable.

✑ He Knows, always.

Geo? Oh, trust me, he absolutely knows how you’re feeling at all times, and he’s not shy about using that to his advantage.

Like I said, this man is fully aware you think he’s hot, and he uses that like a secret weapon.

If you’re mad at him? He’ll stand there, nodding along like he’s paying attention, but his eyes? Oh, they’re locked onto your face with that look—intense, unreadable, the kind that just stops you in your tracks.

Suddenly, whatever you were mad about doesn’t seem so bad because, holy hell, why is he looking at you like that? And if you somehow manage to keep your train of thought for, like, half a second?

He turns it up.

Without a word, he’ll gently cup your cheek WITH ONE HAND, tilt your face up so your eyes meet stern but soft eyes ofhis, and just like that? Poof, every rational thought you had flies out the window. Like how are you supposed to stay mad at him when he looks like that?

It’s impossible.

He knows it. You know it. Game over.

But it’s not just about teasing you or getting a rise out of you—Geo actually listens. Like, for real. When you’re upset, he’s not the type to bombard you with empty words or push you to talk. Let’s be real, the dude doesn’t do feelings.

Instead, he just sits next to you, hands you tissues like he’s a human Kleenex, and lets you lean on his shoulder without saying a word. His presence is like a steady rock in the middle of a storm.

No talking is needed. He’s just… there. Solid.

And, honestly, it’s pretty damn comforting. It’s not that he doesn’t care—he just has his own way of showing it.

A slow, silent walk to clear your head. A softened tone when he speaks. A steady hand on your back when words don’t feel enough.

And look, this is something I find insanely attractive, but when you’re just having a normal conversation with him?

Geo will hit you with the ultimate power move—leaning back in his seat, raising an eyebrow, smirking just enough to make your heart stutter. He’ll hum, all low and lazy, like, “Mhm? Oh, really?”

And the worst part? He’s fully aware of how your face heats up when he does it.

Yeah. He’s the worst. And also so unfairly hot.

✑ Tailored to You

Geo and the five love languages? Well… Spoiler alert: this man is low-key okay at all of them, even if he’ll never admit it.

— Words of Affirmation? 

So… Compliments?

Yeah, don’t hold your breath. He’s not going to gush about how you’re the most incredible person on the planet. 

But when he does say something nice? Oh, it means something. If Geo tells you, “That was impressive,” just know he’s basically screaming, “I’m so proud of you” on the inside.

And if you ever compliment him? Expect a half-hearted shrug and a muttered, “I guess,” but deep down, you know he’s preening like a cat that just caught a mouse.

— Acts of Service? 

This is where Geo shines. He’s not going to say, “I love you” outright, but he’ll carry your bag, or make sure you’re eating when you’ve had a rough day. 

Dating Geo means having someone who sees you, even when you think no one else does. He’s a protector, a confidant, and someone who keeps things real—all wrapped up in a broody, mysterious package. 

Need something heavy moved? Done. Can’t open a jar? No problem. He’s like a one-man life support system, quietly taking care of you while pretending it’s no big deal.

— Receiving Gifts?

Geo doesn’t do flashy gifts, but when he gives you something? It’s weirdly specific and thoughtful. Like, you’ll casually mention liking a certain anything once, and boom—it’s sitting in front of your door the next day. He’ll pretend it’s not a big deal, though.

“Oh, I just saw it at the store,” he’ll say, even though you know he went out of his way to get it.

— Quality Time?

This one is Geo’s bread and butter. He’s all about meaningful moments. Forget big group hangouts or extravagant plans—he’d rather spend a quiet evening with you, just existing in the same space. You could be doing something as mundane as grocery shopping, and he’d still find a way to make it feel special.

And if you’re both just sitting in silence, reading or scrolling on your phones? That’s peak romance for him.

— Physical Touch?

All right, let’s be real—Geo isn’t big on touchy-feely stuff. He’s the type to freeze up if someone hugs him unexpectedly. But with you? He warms up to it. He’s still awkward as hell at first, but over time, he’ll start initiating small touches—a hand on your shoulder, brushing hair out of your face, or even holding your hand when no one’s looking.

And if you hug him? He’ll grumble about it, but he secretly loves it.

In conclusion? Geo’s love language is basically Geo Language—quiet, understated, and 100% tailored to you. He’s not going to shout his feelings from the rooftops, but if you pay attention, his actions scream, “You’re my person, and I’m not letting you go.”

✑ Tailored to Him

So you wanna know Geo’s love languages? As unique as he is and if we had to rank them, here’s the holy trinity that makes this stoic archer tick:

Geo is an independent guy, but even the most self-sufficient people need someone who understands them. He craves someone who respects his need for space but knows when to step in with the right kind of support.

— Acts of Service (His #1, obviously)

Geo isn’t the type to ask for help—he’s too independent for that. But when you step in and do something thoughtful for him without being asked? 

That’s how you win this man over. 

He’s got this quiet appreciation for when people notice the little things, like brewing him tea when he’s had a rough day or cleaning up his gear after practice. Bonus points if you surprise him with something related to his hobbies, like a rare Japanese opera recording or a new pot for one of his plants. Acts of service show him that you’re paying attention, and trust me, he notices.

— Quality Time

Geo doesn’t want loud, over-the-top outings or big social gatherings. In fact, the less noise and chaos, the better. What he really craves is quiet, intentional moments with someone who just gets him. 

Sitting together in a cozy home, tending to his potted plants, or watching the intricate art of shadow puppetry—these are the things that speak to his soul. Geo thrives in these quiet spaces where he can relax, reflect, and enjoy meaningful companionship. 

Just don’t interrupt if he’s hyper-focused on something. He’ll side-eye you into another dimension.

— Receiving Gifts

Okay, hear me out—Geo hates getting gifts, right? I mean, he literally burned the random Valentine’s Day presents people gave him that one time. Absolute menace behavior, but honestly? It’s kind of funny in a this-man-does-not-care way. But here’s the twist: Geo’s not against all gifts. He’s just very particular.

See, he doesn’t want over-the-top, flashy stuff. No giant teddy bears, love letters, heart-shaped balloons, or anything that screams “cliché.” If you even think about giving him something generic, he’ll give you that deadpan look that could shrivel your soul. However, thoughtful, personalized gifts? 

That’s a whole different story.

Picture this: you show up with a sleek, modern pot for one of his beloved plants, or maybe a rare variety of seeds that he hasn’t gotten his hands on yet. Geo would never say it out loud, but inside?

He’s lowkey impressed.

Or let’s say you score him tickets to a Japanese opera—something you know he’d appreciate but would never bother getting for himself. Now, that would leave him quietly staring at you like,

“…You actually get me?”

And don’t even get me started on shadow puppetry. If you found a book about advanced techniques or a vintage lamp to use for creating the perfect shadows? You’d probably see the faintest flicker of a smile—like, barely there, but it counts.

With Geo, it’s not about spending a ton of money or going big. It’s about showing that you know him—that you’ve paid attention to his quirks, his hobbies, and the things that make him tick.

When the gift reflect his personality and interests? 

That’s when you see the softer side of him, the part of him that’s secretly thinking, “...How did I end up with someone like this?”

And yeah, he might not say that, because Geo and verbal affection are basically strangers. But the way he takes care of that plant pot or treasures that opera ticket? 

That’ll tell you everything you need to know.

✑ Cultural Depth 

Geo’s all about his Japanese roots, but he doesn’t go around making a big deal about it. It’s in the small things—the quiet traditions he carries, the way he’ll casually drop some next-level cultural knowledge.

— Sharing His World (Quietly)

Geo isn’t the type to throw you into the deep end of his culture, but if you hang around him long enough, he’ll start to let you in. It’s like a slow reveal in a really good book—you don’t even realize you’re getting hooked until you’re deep into it. 

He’ll start small, teaching you a word or two in Japanese. Nothing too complicated at first—basic phrases like arigatou or ohayou. God writing this is killing me…

But if you’re patient (and don’t butcher the pronunciation), he might hit you with the poetic, meaningful stuff. Like, “The moon tonight reminds me of home,” kind of poetic.

And food? Oh, he’s low-key a food snob, but in the best way. If he takes you out for sushi, don’t embarrass him by drowning it in soy sauce, okay? He might roll his eyes, but deep down, he’ll think you’re a lost cause. 

Bonus points if you ask him to show you how to make something traditional, though. Watching him calmly explain how to roll onigiri while being so exact about it? Weirdly cute.

— Secret Nerd Side

Geo doesn’t advertise it, but he has a soft spot for traditional Japanese arts. Shadow puppetry? Yeah, that’s a thing he knows. He won’t just show you for fun, though—you’ll have to ask and even then, it’s going to be, like, the most casual display ever. He’ll make a crane with his hands in the middle of a quiet moment, the shadow falling perfectly on the wall, and act like it’s no big deal. 

Meanwhile, you’re sitting there, wondering if he’s secretly an 80-year-old trapped in a hot college guy’s body.

Oh, and don’t even get him started on Japanese opera. It’s his go-to when he needs to vibe or think. You might catch him with his headphones in, looking all stoic, and he’s probably listening to something hauntingly beautiful and dramatic. But good luck getting him to admit it.

✑ Such Spa Days

If there’s one thing you should know about Geo, it’s that he takes self-care very seriously.

Like I just know he's the type whose morning routine consists of opening the window to let in fresh air, taking a deep breath, morning yoga, skin care, meditation, and drinking his favorite tea, that's how he starts his day.

Also this man isn’t just about keeping clean—he’s practically the ambassador of flawless skin. His routine is a whole event, and don’t even think about interrupting it unless you want to be met with one of his signature cold stares.

Geo’s all about precision, from his perfectly tied low ponytail to his smooth, glowing complexion that looks like it came straight out of a skincare ad.

He’s the guy who has a shelf full of serums, toners, face masks, and creams, all neatly organized by purpose and ingredient list. Oh, and he definitely uses products with names you can’t pronounce but that sounds expensive.

He’s from the rich side of the society anyway…

Sunday nights? They’re sacred.

You’ll find Geo in full spa mode, complete with a fluffy towel draped over his shoulders and maybe even some calming Japanese opera music playing softly in the background. He’ll light a candle (something subtle, probably sandalwood or green tea) and go through his routine like it’s a religious ceremony.

Cleansing, exfoliating, masking—he’s got it all down to a science.

And don’t get him started on baths. Geo’s baths are an experience. He’ll fill the tub with just the right temperature water, toss in some herbal bath salts or a soothing bath bomb, and relax like he’s starring in a luxurious retreat commercial. He even has a book propped up nearby or maybe a cup of tea to complete the vibe.

The best part? Geo’s love for spa days isn’t just about himself—it’s an extension of his personality. He values control and discipline, and his skincare routine is a reflection of that. Every step, every product, is carefully chosen because it’s his way of staying grounded in a chaotic world.

Now, if you’re lucky enough to be part of his life, he might invite you into his sacred self-care space. Don’t expect anything over the top, though. Geo’s not going to gush about it, however he’ll casually hand you a face mask or suggest a product he thinks you’ll like.

It’s his way of saying, “I care,” without actually saying it.

But be warned—if you touch his stuff without asking, he’ll probably give you a look that could freeze fire or straight up cruse you out becasue why are you touching his stuff without asking.

He’s protective of his skincare collection, and for good reason.

You’ll never forget the day you used his serum without permission and had to endure a five-minute lecture about 'proper application techniques' while he looked genuinely offended.

Now, let’s get one thing straight: Geo’s devotion to skincare doesn’t just stop with himself. Oh no, if you’re doing it wrong, he will notice—and he will step in.

Say you’re casually applying your skincare collection one day, just slapping it on like it’s sunscreen at the beach.

Geo, from across the room, will stop dead in his tracks, narrow his aquamarine eyes, and calmly say, “What are you doing?” in a tone that sends shivers down your spine.

Before you can even protest, he’s already approaching with that look—the one that says, “I didn’t want to get involved, but you’ve left me no choice.”

Geo doesn’t offer to fix your skincare routine; he takes over. He’s not the type to sugarcoat it either. “You’re wasting product,” he’ll mutter, carefully squeezing the perfect amount of serum onto his fingertips before gently patting it into your skin. “And you’re supposed to press it in, not rub it like you’re sanding wood.” And "Don't use that one, it's bleach your skin."

And honestly? He’s ridiculously good at help you.

His hands are steady, his movements precise, and for someone who doesn’t talk much, he somehow explains every step with just enough detail to make you realize how little you knew about skincare to begin with.

Geo is not one for half-measures, so don’t be surprised when he starts rearranging your entire routine. Suddenly, you’ve got a multi-step process you never asked for, complete with double cleansing, toners, serums, and a nightly mask rotation.

You didn’t even know what a niacinamide serum was before, but now you have one, and you’re using it correctly, thank you very much.

The funniest part? Geo never complains about doing your skincare. He acts mildly exasperated, sure, but you catch the tiniest flicker of pride when your skin starts glowing like his. 

And while he’d never admit it out loud, he secretly likes having an excuse to take care of you. It’s his way of showing he cares without all that messy emotional talk.

But if you dare to slack off? Oh, you’ll hear about it.

“You didn’t put on sunscreen today, did you?” he’ll ask, his tone low and judgmental as he crosses his arms. “Don’t come crying to me when you age prematurely.” And yet, despite all the teasing, he’ll still hand you his favorite SPF because, deep down, he can’t stand the idea of you not taking care of yourself.

At the end of the day, Geo’s skincare obsession isn’t just about looking good—it’s about discipline, self-respect, and now, begrudgingly, making sure you’re glowing just as much as he is. 

In the end, Geo’s love for spa days isn’t just a quirky habit—it’s part of what makes him who he is. It’s his way of maintaining balance, staying composed, and, let’s be honest, looking damn good while doing it. 

✑ He's a Meance

Geo is a menace.

Like straight up, If you’re shorter than him? You’re an armrest now. Sorry. And don’t let the whole “stoic, too cool to care” act fool you—this man is criminally competitive. Like, sure, he looks all calm and collected, but the second you break out Uno or a board game?

It’s over. He plays to destroy, not just win. And the worst part? His trash talk is so casual yet devastating. “Huh. Interesting move,” he’ll murmur, placing his piece exactly where it ruins your entire plan. Trivia night? Good luck. This man is a walking encyclopedia and will hit you with random facts just to flex.  

And yeah, he lets you win sometimes—just don’t expect him to admit it. You’ll catch him accidentally fumbling a Jenga piece or conveniently forgetting an easy trivia answer, but what if you call him out? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Straight face. No shame.  

But when he loses?

Oh, it’s personal.

Beat him in a cooking challenge? Suddenly, your pancakes aren’t “fluffy enough.” Outshoot him in archery? Now he’s muttering about “beginner’s luck” like you didn’t just humble him.

Speaking of archery—yeah, he tried to teach you. At first, you sucked. Arrows were flying everywhere, and you could feel the secondhand embarrassment radiating off him. But instead of roasting you (too much), he’d sigh, adjust your stance, and mumble, “It’s not that hard.” 

Then, one day? It clicked. And suddenly, you were hitting every bullseye. Geo just stared at you, then the target, then back at you. “You’ve been practicing without me.” You hadn’t, but he refuses to believe it.

Now he challenges you constantly—bullseye races, trick shots, anything to reclaim his dignity. And when you win? That subtle crease in his brow tells you everything.

But despite the wounded pride, he’s secretly proud as hell. If anyone else tries to challenge you, he’s the first to brag: “They’re best shot here.” Deadpan. Like he wasn’t just sulking five minutes ago.  

Oh, and Geo’s not just competitive—he’s annoying. He lives to mess with you. Comes back from archery practice, and he's sometimes all gross and sweaty?

idk why I said this because I feel like this mf doesn't sweat or gross.

Yeah, that’s the perfect time for a surprise hug. If you try to push him off, he gets pouty—and dealing with a grumpy Geo is way worse, so you always cave. WHICH YOU HATE BECAUSE the hugs are elite just rare as hell AND HE KNOWS THAT, so it’s a win and lose for you. 

And don’t even try to be romantic with his ass. Like if you send him a sweet text like. “Good morning! Please have a great day, ily <3”?

Left on fucking read. Or worse, ‘k.’ A minute later? ‘simp.’

You send back, ‘bruh, I hate you.’  

He prefers video calls over texting anyway.

If he’s away at an archery match—long distance from you, he debates calling you while you’re asleep—doesn’t want to wake you, but also kinda wants to see your face.

Instead, he wakes up at stupid o’clock just to call you when you’re up, but if you ask? “Nah, just had practice.”

And you like, "Geo it's fucking 4AM over there, what."

Yeah. Sure. Keep the act up, Geo.

We all know you’re down horrendous.

✑ He's Aro/Ace

Geo’s sex drive is… complicated, the reason why becuase he's aroace, a shortened term for aromantic asexual, or individuals who experience little to no romantic or sexual attraction. Sex and Romance is not something he actively wants/needs or thinks about.

Morning wood? Yeah, it happens—he’s human. But is he waking you up to "fix" it? Absolutely fucking not. Man’s already in the cold shower, dealing with it like it's an inconvenience because, to him, that’s exactly what it is.  

For Romantic stuff, though? That’s on the table.

Kissing, cuddling, slow intimate touches—I'll like to say he'll do it for you if ask and don't push about it. Like It’s never about escalation with him, just the closeness. If anything, he finds more satisfaction in making you feel loved rather than anything physical.  

That said, Geo loves your body—but not in a sexual way. More in the “I like how soft and warm you are, so I’m just gonna hold you forever” kind of way. When is he in cling mode?

Oh, you’re done.

You will be trapped under his weight while he mutters something about how comfortable you are. 

Anyway, not that he’ll admit any of this, of course. If you ask why he suddenly pulled you into a cuddle pile, keeping you locked against his chest with an arm draped over your waist, he’ll just shrug. “What? You’re warm.”

But you know better.

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You could be wearing the most revealing outfit ever—something that would have most guys tripping over themselves—and Geo’s reaction? A single glance, a slow nod, and a casual, “Huh. Looks nice.” That’s it.

No gawking, no flustered stammering, no immediate change in demeanor. He acknowledges it, registers that you look good, and then goes right back to whatever he was doing, completely unfazed.  

But let’s be real—just because he’s not reacting outwardly doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. Oh, he notices, and while he won’t say much, he’s definitely thinking about it. Not in a possessive or jealous way, but more in a “Tch. now I gotta keep an eye on every dude within a 10-mile radius” kind of way.  

Especially if you wearing so fucking outrageous, like a bunny suit? Bro, he's in disbelief... like why would you wear such a thing???

Because at the end of the day, Geo is still protective. He might not be the type to hover or make a scene, but he doesn’t like the idea of other men staring at you like you’re something to be claimed.

And if he catches someone looking a little too long?

They’re getting the look—that sharp, unreadable stare that says, “You don’t want to make this a problem.”

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Geo doesn’t need sex, doesn’t crave it, and again, sure as hell isn’t driven by it. But if it’s something you want? He’ll do it for you—just no rush, no pressure, okay? He takes his time, always reading the moment and making sure you’re on the same page.

If you’re not feeling it? Cool, neither is he.

If you are? Just... give him a few days. Maybe a month.

And honestly? It hits at the most random times.  

You’ll be chilling on the bed—scrolling through your phone, curled up with a book, idk, most likely maybe zoned out watching a show—and then, boom. Arms around you. No warning.

Just Geo pulling you in, his chin resting on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. No words, no explanation—just him pressing close like he needs you there.  

It’s his way of saying, 'I want you.'

But instead of saying it, he just does it.  

Now at first, you'll think this mf wants a hug or cuddle. Because if you asked him you want to try it and he's like "Okay, I'll think about it." Bro thought about it for like a damn month.

I don't blame him because he's most likely his first time.

So you perhaps forgot. And he can see that? So instead of straight up telling you, because you express to him so so so many times that his words can be such a damn mood-killing.

So, he'll turn you around, his hands lingering on your arms, slow and deliberate. His fingers brush against your skin, light as a whisper, giving you a second to realize what’s happening. His gaze meets yours—steady, searching—before flickering down to your lips.

A pause. A silent question.  

Then, he leans in. No rush, no hesitation—just a slow, lingering kiss, deep enough to make your breath hitch. It’s soft at first, testing, then firmer as he presses closer, like he wants to memorize every second of it. His forehead rests against yours when he finally pulls away, breath steady, hands still holding you like he’s afraid to let go too soon.  

This is how he tells you everything.

No grand speeches, no dramatic confessions—just touch, just presence. His way of saying 'You matter' without ever needing the words.  

At the end of the day, Geo’s libido exists, sure—but you are what drives him, not sex. And trust me...

Please love him no matter what

✑ Flaws? There’s a few… shit perhaps like five?

Now nobody’s perfect—not even our polished, broody archer.

Geo’s got his fair share of flaws, and honestly? They add to his charm in that I-don’t-know-why-I-like-this-but-I-do kind of way. 

First of all, he’s stubborn as hell.

Geo’s stubbornness could rival a brick wall and spoiler: you’re not winning an argument against him. Once his mind is made up, that’s it—game over. Whether it’s something as simple as how to fold laundry (he has a system) or something as big as life choices, he sticks to his guns like they’re glued to him. 

Convincing him to budge? Good luck; you’ll need it.

Second, he doesn’t believe in second chances.

Mess up once, and that’s it—you’re done. Geo’s not the type to forgive and forget; it’s more like, “You did what? Cool, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” He’s incredibly selective about who he lets in, so if someone breaks his trust, they’re out for good. 

It’s harsh, but for Geo, it’s about protecting himself.

Third, picky with a Capital P.

Geo’s the kind of person who knows exactly what he wants, and if something doesn’t meet his standards? Nope. He’s picky about everything—his appearance (always flawless), his environment (no mess, no chaos), and even the people he surrounds himself with. 

If you’re lucky enough to pass his “quality control,” congrats, you’ve made it to the inner circle.

Fourth, mean asf and straight-up rude sometimes.

He's the type of partner who is mean as hell but somehow still your favorite. The relationship dynamic is less sweet and affectionate and more sarcastic, begrudging, and a little toxic but in a way that keeps you entertained.

Like he's not the type to sugarcoat anything. If your outfit looks bad? He’ll tell you. If you’re being annoying? You’ll hear about it.

But at the same time, if anyone else talks down to you? He’s shutting that down immediately—because only he gets to roast you.

If you get yourself into trouble, he’s there. Not happily, not gently—he will drag you out of danger while muttering, "Are you actually incapable of making good decisions?"

He won’t outright say he cares, but the way he pulls you behind him when things get serious? Yeah. You know.

Uhh, let's see... He doesn’t say, “I love you.” Instead, it’s:

"You’re less insufferable today."

"I’d rather deal with you than anyone else."

"If you die, I’m going to be so pissed."

You just have to translate the affection.

Like mention before he will not let you win in anything just to be nice. If you challenge him to a game, an argument, anything—he’s playing to win.

But if he sees you actually struggling? That’s when he quietly steps in to help—never admitting it, of course.

He won’t admit he worries, however you’ll catch him lingering outside your place when you’re sick or making sure you get home safe.

If you call him out on it, expect immediate denial: "I was just passing by. Don’t get weird about it."

Five, Geo’s got walls on walls.

Geo isn’t just guarded—he’s practically a damn fortress. He doesn’t trust easily, doesn’t share easily, and sure as hell doesn’t need anyone prying into his business.

If you ask too many personal questions? Expect him to shut that down with a sharp look and an even sharper comment.

He’s always watching, analyzing, and second-guessing people’s intentions like he’s running a background check in real time. AKA Daddy Issues™. He’s been taught that vulnerability is a weakness, and weakness is unacceptable.

And even if you do manage to get close? Don’t think that means you’ve cracked him completely. I have a feeling Geo selectively lets people in—just enough to keep them around, never enough to feel like they have power over him.

So, what does this all mean?

Well... I mean... this is how the relationship would play out.

He’ll share things in pieces. You won’t get a full backstory—you’ll get fragments, scattered across different conversations, months apart.

He’s the king of deflection. Ask him something too personal, and suddenly, he’s talking about your issues instead.

“Why do you care?”

“And this matters to you because…?”

“Shouldn’t you be worrying about yourself instead?”

Physical affection? Again, he'll tolerate it—on his terms. You can’t just grab his hand out of nowhere; he’ll pull away instinctively. But if he’s the one reaching for you?

That’s when you know you’ve made progress.

He might never fully open up. Even if he cares, even if he loves you, there will always be parts of him that stay locked away. Not because he doesn’t trust you—because trusting people with everything isn’t something he knows how to do.

Geo’s a tough shell to crack, and maybe that’s part of his appeal. You know the walls are high, but if you’re one of the few who gets past them? That’s when you see the rare moments of honesty, the softer side he barely even admits exist

Like I know Geo’s flaws can make him seem intimidating and hard to approach, but they’re also part of what makes him so uniquely him.

His stubbornness shows his determination, and his lack of second chances highlights how much he values loyalty and his pickiness. Well, it’s just another way he shows that he’s got high standards—whether for himself or the people around him.

Still, if you’ve made it into his inner circle, congrats—you’re probably one of the few people he truly feels safe with. And that?

That’s priceless.

Is he perfect? Nope. But would we I want him any other way? Nope.

✑ Thoughts + Ranting

Alright, let’s get one thing straight: Geo has serious trust issues. Self-image as a person. And honestly? Again, Daddy Issues™. 

We don’t know everything about his past, but we know enough to figure out that whatever happened left him with walls so high they make a medieval fortress look like a picket fence.

Like, this man isn’t just guarded—he’s got emotional security measures in place that could rival a high-security vault. 

Moat? Check. Drawbridge? Pulled up. Guard dragons? Probably.

Nobody really knows Geo. Sure, we know the basics:

He’s filthy rich. (Like, limo-picking-him-up-from-class rich.)

He’s stupidly good at archery. (If you gave him an arrow and told him to shoot a dime out of the air, he’d probably do it just to shut you up.)

His death glare could halt traffic. (And possibly cause minor cardiac arrest.)

But beyond that? Nothing.

Like my dearest readers, I kid you not, figuring him out wasn't easy.

Trying to read Geo is like trying to solve a puzzle where half the pieces are missing, and the remaining ones are written in a language you don’t understand. Every expression, every word, every reaction—he controls them so carefully it’s impossible to tell what’s real and what’s just a calculated response.

Like the only reason I’ve pieced together information about him as much as I have? Pattern recognition.

He deflects when things get too personal.

His silence speaks volumes. When he chooses not to respond, it’s usually because the truth would reveal too much.

His actions contradict his words. Geo will act like he doesn’t care, but then he’s the first one to step in when something happens. He won’t say he’s worried, but you’ll catch him watching, listening, making sure the ones he cares about are safe.

Anyway, Geo used to be High Class—fancy, untouchable, the whole package—but then bam some kind of near-accident happened, and he got booted down to the Low-Class building.

Can you imagine the whiplash? Going from being at the top of the food chain to the bottom? That kind of thing doesn’t just bruise your ego; it leaves emotional scars. 

And let’s be real, Geo doesn’t exactly strike me as the type to sit down and talk about his feelings and thoughts.

And then there’s Hyugo, Geo’s stepbrother and certified mortal enemy as Geo very much claims.

If you’ve played the game, you already know the vibes. Mention Hyugo’s name around Geo, and boom—instant disgust. Like, man doesn’t even try to hide it. His whole face scrunches up like he just smelled expired milk.

And then, he hits you with the classic, “Nope, we’re not talking about that.” No explanation, no backstory, just vibes. It’s lowkey hilarious how much he’s committed to pretending Hyugo doesn’t even exist. For me.

I feel like Hyugo has something to do with Geo’s big fall from High Class. Like, maybe Hyugo was the one who caused whatever accident messed up Geo’s status. Was it on purpose? Was it an accident? Who knows! But Geo clearly decided, “Yeah, you’re dead to me.” Now, the name “Hyugo” might as well be a four-letter word in Geo’s dictionary.

And then there’s Crowe—the only person Geo actually trusts. And you know that didn’t happen overnight. Crowe probably had to work overtime, chipping away at Geo’s defenses like he was mining for gold. It was probably like:

Crowe: “Hey, let’s be friends." Geo: Stares in suspicion for six months straight. Crowe: “Alright, cool, I’ll wait.”

If it took Crowe that long to get through, shit Idk how Deryl does it, probably doesn't give two fuck and still bothers Geo, what does that mean for literally anyone else?

Good luck, because Geo ain’t handing out trust like candy.

Now, let’s talk about you. The fucking MC. Geo doesn’t say much to you, but the way he just… stares at you? Constantly? It’s like he’s trying to solve some crime scene in his head, and you’re the number-one suspect. You’re just standing there like, “Uh, did I do something wrong? Or do I just look suspicious?”

Honestly, it’s so awkward and funny. Like, dude, either spill whatever you need to say or stop looking at me like that. But nah, Geo’s gonna stay quiet, because why use words when you can silently judge someone instead?

That’s the Geo experience in a nutshell.

Maybe he doesn’t trust you because of something to do with Crowe—like, maybe he thinks you’re toying with Crowe’s feelings ouch, judgmental much?. Or—plot twist—he’s onto something way bigger.

What if he already knows you’re being stalked by whatever creepy thing is lurking in the shadows, and he’s just keeping tabs to figure out why it’s after you?

Who knows?

But here’s the thing about Geo: he’s not super complicated to figure out in the game. He’s more of a supporting character—like that mysterious friend everyone secretly simps for but who tragically isn’t dateable. Pain. 

He’s just this quiet, chill dude with sharp words, killer aim, and a ponytail that probably smells like fancy shampoo. And somehow, he’s still everyone’s type. Go figure.

So yeah, Geo’s like a locked box made of solid silver—fancy, mysterious, and absolutely refusing to open. Respect the whole “keeping it classy” vibe, but come on, man—just crack the lid a little!

I know he's not an easy person to love, but the way he does love?

It’s deep, rare, and real.

He’ll never fake kindness, but when he does let his guard down, it feels earned. He sees you as his equal—someone who doesn’t back down, who doesn’t let his reputation scare them away.

And that, I feel like that's enough. For me anyway

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Hi its me again the 🐼anon, shame I can't really find red panda😥 but hear me out, hear me out.

Red panda!Creator giving Ei the sass, like the eye roll when they meet again. Don't get me started on Paimon, I had the urge to have red panda creator bully her even tho I love her. Aether or Lumine be just having a staring contest with the sassy red panda before they chuff and turned around their tail swaying with sass. Its rent free😃

I suddenly want to become a menace towards the characters

Crime Looks Good In Red

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : Itto, Shogun & Aether + Paimon x Red Panda!Reader

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It had been quiet in your bamboo forest - something uncommon now what with all these adventures and such up and about. To be frank they pissed you off, not that you could do much about it besides the usual ‘scare them to all hell and back so they never return’ but… some freaks liked that. Ew.

You lazily slept in the branches of a regular sakura tree, chest rising and falling in controlled patterns as your group slumbered around you, soaking up this beautiful lazy day as best you could before…

A loud explosion sounded off in the distance followed by Itto’s overjoyed screaming and Shinobu’s orders - all matched by Shogun rage.

… Something could happen.

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The city itself looked normal - as normal as the usual hustle and bustle could be anyway - save for the usual glances towards you and your group.

R was off stealing food again, you were sure of it. The smaller, smiley red panda was nowhere to be found, but you could hear the not-so-far off screams of a poor vendor and high-pitched panda cackling not far behind.

J was perched beside you, as per usual. Rarely did he ever leave your side when you went into town, save for fights and small ‘training sessions’ of his own - you were sure you had seen him off in a flower field with some kids, the big softy.

You sniffed the air, sensing the gunpowder and unmistakable scent of ash and smoke.

You snorted and sneezed.

J nudged your side carefully and you shoved him off, lightly jogging over to an overhang and clawing your way up there, shop head below staring woefully at small pieces of fabric that fell.

Now with leverage you watched the streets for something, anything - there it was.

You watched a pillar of Geo erect itself from the ground, followed in rapid succession by bursts of Electro, then the shrill sound of Itto and gangs laughter. You huffed, leaping down in front of J and nodded in the general direction of the disruption.

J nodded and you each took off, leaving the poor vendor in the dust.

… R soon appeared after, chasing uou and J down with a ridiculous amount of meat in his maw.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍬🥮🍩୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

It didn’t take a genius to intercept Itto’s gang as they rushed through forest and hills to hide from the Shogun’s army. After quickly rounding them up you, J and R forced them to shut it and bunker down while the Army searched high and low.

“Whoa little guy! Didn’t know you care enough about me and my guys to help us like this!” Itto exclaimed, which was immediately shut down by a growl from you, full teeth bared as you watched the mouth of the cave you had forced everyone into.

J sat closest to the front, ears trained and searching for any sound, while R lounged next to you. The sounds of armored feet slowly faded away until it was silent completely.

“Well then my little friend, looks like me and my pals can get outta your hair-“ You placed a paw on the oni’s mouth with a glare, and shuffled closer to the care opening.

Slowly you crept from darkness of the cave to the filtered shadows of the forest. And for a second, everything seemed alright. Then, you were aggressively picked up by the scruff. You yowled, body tensing as you were lifted and turned to face the Shogun.

“Where are they? Are they in the cave? How dare you hide them from me.” Her questions came rapidly, while you continued to hiss and scream.

J leapt from the shadows and sunk teeth deep into her ankle. Shocked, she let you go to try and grab at an already running J, before she could take off in a clap of thunder - you launched an attack of Dendro at her, vines wrapping around her arms, legs and waist to tie her down. Within seconds you had her encased, wriggling on the forest floor like a worm.

“Whoa!!” Itto exclaimed. He and his gang awkwardly shuffled out of the cave, some getting stuck due to sheer size compared to your hiding spot.

“You guys took her down so fast, put her own lighting to shame! Ah? Aaahh?” The oni held down an open palm to you, expecting you to slap it. You looked up at him, then back down at his hand, then sneezed into his palm and started to walk away - J and R beside you.

Ito looked at his own palm processing what you had just did, before letting out an exaggerated “EEEWWW” while shaking his hand around. After shaking his hand like a madman and near rubbing his palm raw on his pants, he rushed to catch up with you and your gang - his own following close behind.

“Okay, don’t like jokes, not a jokester, got it. But still! That was awesome lil dude!” You paused, and glanced up to Itto, who continued to glaze you.

“I mean seriously! Didn’t even hesitate you just got right up to business and hit the Shogun with the ole one-two punch! O-or vine I guess. One-two vine? One-two vines..? Anyway, I don’t know how we’ll repay you, but just remember now: you got the Arataki Neumero Uno Itto Gang in your debts! Do with that as you please.~” Itto dramatically bowed before you and your friends, his gang hesitantly followed before falling into a fit of giggles.

You turned to J and R, neither looking too interested themselves. You chuffed, and yourself little group started walking back into the forest towards your bamboo to enjoy the newfound silence. After a moment, you looked back toward Itto, who stared at you dumbly before his eyes widened and he sped up to catch your trio, his gang following close behind.

“You already got an idea for us little guy?” You smiled sinisterly back at him, and he smiled back.

“Sweet!”

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍡🍫🍪୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

You and the others lounged in your trees - you and R snacking happily on bamboo while half asleep and J down below going to town on a bone he had already chewed through.

Meanwhile, Itto and gang were on hands and knees, making the forest floor look as good as dirt, rock and dead leaves could look. Every time Itto would look proud of his work, you’d haphazardly throw another bamboo to the ground, causing him to grumble.

Maybe next time he’ll think twice about causing trouble and noise during nap time…

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍨🍧🍦୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

Itto and his gang had long since left your forest - you had no idea what happened with the Shogun either - but finally peace and silence filled the area again, perfect for napping and lazing about alll day…

Until you heard the ominous swishing of branches in your forest being cut down.

You flipped over on your branch, belly down, and faced the direction of the new annoyance. As it grew closer more and more red pandas surrounded you.

The sounds came to a halt right before your clearing and you sat up, eyes lingering on the general area of the sounds. After around two minutes passed, you turned back onto your back to continue sleeping - then the sounds came to head.

And by head, I mean through the clearing.

Red pandas flocked to the sight, all staring from the tress as one of those star twins came barreling into your home, throwing leaves all across your freshly cleaned forest floor.

You stared into the sky as the traveler moved further in, eyeing the pandas as they eyed him back. You listened to his footsteps and turned when he came close to your spot.

Then, when the time struck right, you leapt from your tree and aimed for the blondy. But instead of landing on him, you fell on his… companion.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEE” Paimon screeched. Aether turned his blade onto you, but only caught a glimpse as Paimon started to fly haphazardly through the wood.

Pandas - and J - all watched with varying expressions of interest, while Aether panicked at the sight of Paimon’s own panic.

“GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF-“ She squealed. You held on by ensuring your claws dug into her forehead, which only made her scream and cry more.

Aether began to chase, both he and Paimon slowly ascended until he was running across branches to try and catch up. You shifted around the faries head, until a quick shift in flight and you were suddenly covering hed eyes, which made Paimon scream more.

Aether made haste, rushing faster and faster over thinner and thinner branches. Running out of breath Paimon finally started to slow, which was unfortunate bwcause Aether was right behind her. He slammed into both her and you - you luckily jumping off onto a nearby branch while both Aether and Paimon were slammed into a tree.

You watched as both plummeted to the ground, gently and delicately jumping from branch to branch while they crashed into dirt and mud. The gang chuffed and sniffed at the knocked out pair down below.

You landed softly on the back of a groaning Aether, tail swishing languidly. You yawned, and in a moment of genius, pawed at the star child’s back and laid down, almost instantly falling asleep again.

Pandas followed suit, finding spaces on Aether’s warm body and drowning Paimon, gathering until it looked as though there was simply a mass of red lying across the forest floor.

Maybe, now, finally under this warm weight of fellow pandas, you’d find a moments respite of peace.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME I FINISHED A FIC BABY

[ilovegeorgie]

whisper in my ear, a wish pt.2

george harrison x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none !

summary: geo feels better, but the other boys are messing around

a/n: ok so.. i rlly liked this idea

she woke up to the smell of tea, and it was not the sad hotel tea from last night, but something stronger, more proper in a way. the sound of gentle clinking, porcelain against porcelain, and a spoon stirring sugar.

she blinked, her eyes opening slowly.

the other side of the bed was empty, the sheets still warm. sunlight filtered in through the sheer curtains, painting golden strips across the room. she sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes.

"good morning, sleepy."

she turned to se george standing at the foot of the bed in mismatched socks, one plain black and one striped, probably borrowed from ringo. he looked tired, wrapped in a hotel robe that looked way too big on him, with his hair falling into his eyes.

his voice was still scratchy, barely there, but he’d found enough of it to talk, kind of.

he was holding a tray. two mugs, a slice of toast and a little folded napkin with something written on it.

she laughed softly, heart swelling as she sat up against the pillows. “you made breakfast?”

he gave her a sheepish nod and set the tray on her lap carefully, mouthing “surprise.”

“i should be taking care of you,” she teased, running a hand through her messy hair.

george just shook his head, a little grin pulling at the corners of his lips. then he plopped down beside her, leaning his head on her shoulder, just like yesteday, makeing it feel like it was the most natural thing in the world.

she looked down at the napkin, in his familiar loopy handwriting, it read: “still sick, still yours, forever, if you’ll keep me. (p.s. i stole paul’s socks. don’t tell.)”

she laughed, turned her head and kissed his hair.

“forever doesn't sound like that much, don't you think you can stay a little more,” she whispered.

he turned his head slightly, just enough to press a faint kiss to her collarbone, his lips were warm, and he smelled like the tea he was drinking a while ago

“maybe,” he murmured, half into her skin, half into the blanket. “but don't worry, you'll be stuck with me for a long time.”

she smiled, wrapping her arms around him, staying like that for a moment, her fingers brushing through his messy hair, his cheek resting against her shoulder, the tray of tea going slightly cold on her lap. until someone knocked on the door.

three sharp knocks on the door.

“room service!” a high voice called, not bothering to disguise its liverpool accent.

george groaned quietly and buried his face deeper into her side.

the door creaked open before she could say anything, and in tumbled paul and ringo, carrying a plate of croissants and a suspiciously large jar of strawberry jam.

“hope you two are dressed,” paul sang, dropping the jam dramatically on the desk like it was a trophy.

john followed behind, peeking over paul’s shoulder. “we brought offerings for the sickly lovers, and we also want the sock back.”

george didn’t even lift his head.

“go away,” he mumbled, muffled into her stomach now.

“aww, come on, georgie,” paul said with a grin, walking over and stealing a piece of toast from the tray like it belonged to him. “we missed you at breakfast.”

“you’re in my breakfast,” george croaked, finally lifting his head to glare at them.

“and she’s wearing my shirt, by the way,” paul added casually, pointing at the tee she’d pulled on at some point during the night. “which i think makes us even.”

she looked down and blushed. “oh i.. well it was on the floor.”

john wiggled his eyebrows. “are you sure?”

“john, please,” george coughed, clearly too weak to fight but not too weak to look completely scandalized. he tried to swat him with a pillow but missed by a mile.

“alright, alright,” ringo chuckled, tossing a spare blanket onto the bed. “we’ll leave you lovebirds alone, just wanted to check on you, and also show you the massive jam.”

which at this point, paul was already dipping a croissant in it.

george let out a long sigh and leaned his head back against her shoulder, clearly giving up.

as the boys trickled out, bickering, laughing, and leaving a little trail of crumbs, she kissed george’s temple.

“they’re not so bad,” she whispered.

“they’re awful,” george muttered, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

she picked up the napkin again, rereading the words he’d written earlier. "still sick, still yours, forever, if you'll keep me"

now, curled up beside him with the morning sun painting lazy shapes across the room, surrounded by toast crumbs and stolen socks, forever didn’t feel that far away.

[scaramouche-bully]

straight to the point, beidou or ningguang sitting on GN reader's face and reader can barely breathe... HEAR ME OUT THO and maybe reader can't even satisfy them properly so they go rougher. 😭😭 omg

Hello anon,

This. Excellent ask. Once again, please ignore the short/sloppy writing. I'm trying to finish my inbox.

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"Tsk, tsk, time for you to focus on something more important," with those words Ningguang slides her dress to the side, those pointed nail guards catching onto the thin fabric of her panties to move them further until plump lips greet you. Your eyes are wide open at the sight of Ninnguangs bare cunt, wet folds spread open and dripping. You're not a prude, you've had sex before, but not like this. Not with someone like her.

You don't even get a chance to protest, that you've never done this before, before Ningguang cuts your words off and seats her pussy on your mouth. Caught off guard, you take a sudden inhale and her musky scent fills your senses, slowly turning you drunk. The first thought that filters through your rapidly stupid mind is that she's soft, really soft. Her thighs bracket your cheeks, squishing them together as the silk dress drapes over your eyes. It's warm, soft, and dark. Maybe if you ask nicely you could stay here forever.

Your shy tongue peeks out, just a little swipe to taste what's been pressed against your mouth and that's all it takes. You press your tongue flat against her wet folds, spreading them apart as you lick from her hole up to her clit. Sucking on the small nub as you clench your own thighs. It's a bit clumsy, a bit messy, but you hope your enthusiasm shines through. Ningguang grabs handfuls of your hair to ground herself, letting out a soft sigh as she gently rocks against your tongue.

"Ah…so eager," she moans quietly and it sends little flutters in your heart that you managed to make that sound come from her. Although your joy is short lived when your hair is suddenly yanked up and you're completely smothered against her cunt. Your nose bumps against her clit as your head is forcefully moved back and forth. You know Ningguang is deceptively physically strong, but the pain of having your hair tugged at leaves a few tears to gather at the edges of your eyes. Your hands come up to slap at her waist, a mercy to let you breathe or you might actually suffocate under her. Not the worst to go but definitely the most embarrassing. But she snaps her fingers and geo constructs form around your wrists, pinning them down. A moment of consideration and another geo construct, much smoother and brittle this time, forms around your neck, pinning your head in place. The soft thighs that cage your head momentarily lift, your world filled once again with light as you blearily look up at Ningguang. Whatever your face looks like, she seems pleased even with your disappointing few minutes. She pets your cheek, sticky threads of her slick clinging to her fingers as she mimics taking a deep breath.

"Take a deep breath now dear, it would be unfortunate to replace you so soon."

- 🐑

Masterlist

[shijiujun]

jitd jp broadcast notes eps 1-2

i had a friend who was livestreaming the eps for me bless her but otherwise...

ww is 100% region locked, you can't even bypass the geo restriction even with a vpn because ww knows you're on vpn, they will tell you that sir/ma'am you cannot access with a vpn on :D

technically the process is (1) sign up for an account (2) pay for the monthly subscription which is about 20 bucks a month (3) make sure your laptop timezone matches the japan timezone (4) be in japan > the last part is the difficulty and most of us can't bypass or cheat the system so it's a moot point - i did pay for everything up incl the subscription till the region part ;-; i knew it was going to be probably impossible, but i tried it anyway

EDIT: just saw someone say that it doesn't work on the website but it works on the wowow app on phone with the VPN so i shall try that next week since i already have a subscription

the timings of both the old ep. 1 and current ep. 1 are actually almost the same despite the seeming number differences; within the allotted time period like 15 min is dedicated at the end of the ep to a long round of advertisements - first ads to pop up after ep 1 was shl and cql lol

the only major differences are: (1) ending and opening sequences have new content; priest was credited up front in the opening sequence rather than not mentioned at all as with the youku version and they changed the art piece to the last supper in one of the art graphics (2) they lengthened some scenes by some milliseconds, very negligible (3) colour grading and filtering - the colouring is much better on the ww version and users did mention that they can actually see what's happening in the dark corners of some scenes finally as it was q dark previously

it is 100% hard-subbed; subbing and other teams/accounts on weibo are working real hard to erase the hard subs and provide chinese subs etc. - can't share which accounts or direct links lol but if you search you'll be able to find resources - the jp subs are really huge af like if it's two lines that's half the width of the frame gone (ok i exaggerate but it's at least 1/3 nonetheless)

yes fans will come down hard on you if you so much as share a pixelated screencap for example, as is the usual case (even with other bl shows) because ww apparently will come down hard on you too and their older notice says that illegally uploading will lead to cancellation of the show (as is the usual case with other several jp broadcast platforms), so don't even think about sharing a visual on twitter/x - but just that side of things i think.

there's no stopping cn fans on weibo or intl fans anywhere else they usually get content from, if they can get it, no idea honestly, it's really the community delivering for the community and it's tough work > not endorsing, but i uds it's a resource for many ppl - in any case can still try to get the subscription on ww

some fans say that it’ll eventually be available internationally :/ no idea, it could mean maybe they’ll work with another platform? but if it’s just ww alone I haven’t seen any evidence that ww will provide for intl fans so fingers crossed there's a plan

technically also if they do dvd for jitd that's great too, but still also quite challenging to get and also comes like months later

idk if that means we can actually still post from the old youku footage eps 1-8 though LOL

[moonwalker750]

Dragon Sovereigns and their questionable meal choices

Y'know how Neuvillette is a legit water sommelier. He can actually parse out difference between different type of water. I am gonna chalk it up to Hydro Dragon thing. And while, it raises interesting questions on its own, like how do the different boiling and filtering technique affect the taste? And all the myraid of questions.

(It's even more fun and morbid, if you just go slightly off the tangent and add more questionable things in his diet. Like, how 'primordial sea' was described as Sovereign's blood and the 'beating heart' reference. And, now you get a Neuvillette who is also a fine sanguine sommelier.)

But..back to the topic, What if every dragon species has eccentric taste that completely baffles everyone, but tastes delicious to them?

Do the Anemo Dragons eat wind? Or is it clouds? Are Snezhnayan clouds similar to eating ice cream? Do stormy/thundering clouds leave a tingling aftertaste?

Can Geo Dragon eat dirt? Do they cronch on invaluable stones (diamonds, ruby)? Do they like to eat fine, powdery, soil? Or smooth, soupy mud with the hint of petrichor? (Hilarious image of Azhdaha and Zhongli fine dining but its gem, mud, soil. Mmmhm, delicious.) Do they eat enitre jars of salt?

What about Apep? Is she an herbivore dragon? Eating plant, fruits or whole ass trees, fungi, algae, etc. Just nibbling on an entire Acasia tree and enjoying the prickling texture of spines.

Pyro Dragon? Do they enjoy fires based on the type of fuel used(specific woods)? Are they like greek gods? Burn the sacrifices and they enjoy it through the smoke?

Electro Dragons? Waiting underneath thunderstorms with their mouths open to sample lightning? 'Ah, yes, this one was particulary strong. Such fine taste of conviction in it.' Do they get drunk on lightning and electricity?

What about Cryo Dragons? Do they like everything frozen? Icicles and snow? Do they eat permafrozen food? Are snowflakes a delicacy for them? Like HP verse thousand flavour candy (based on two snowflakes having enitrely different design) so it's always a delight to eat them?

There' so much you can do with Dragon pallate. Add in, besides taste what does their favoured diet coveys to them? Like Neuvi can sense emotions through water, so maybe that's an important factor and helps him in gwtting more deeper meaning out of his water tasting besides good taste?

[violetdawn001]

What is with the Dreamers' Houses?!?! Part 3.5 Lurien's Spire - Pillows & Patriotism

Yes, you read the title right! We're talking about the pillows in Lurien's Spire!

Basically, I ran across a few articles calling the Watcher gaudy and greedy, lumping him with Hallownestian nobles. The Watcher, however, is not gaudy like the nobles of Hallownest. Before we bring in the pillows, let us compare the pictures down below.

Vs. the Watcher's Spire.

While there is a lot of details going on in all three photos, it is far easier to filter out Lurien’s Spire than the nobles. The purple in the Watcher’s Spire calms the player versus the red constantly popping in the noble’s houses.

That, and it took me four years before I realized that Lurien had wallpaper while every detail of the noble's houses was screaming in my face.

Now, we can bring in the pillows. We shall point out the pillows, discuss their arrangement, and what both say of the characters of the nobles and the Watcher himself.

In the noble houses, all the pillows are in the center of the room.

Meanwhile, in the Watcher’s Spire, the pillows are by the windows.

All the pillows in the nobles’ houses are facing the center where the nobles can be the focal point of attention. Where the point could be is either the red couches or the pillows themselves, but any visitor would certainly be hyper-focused on the noble by the mere seating arrangement.

If this was not the City of Tears that we know, such an arrangement could show how everyone is focused on the people and community. Unfortunately, we know thanks to the Dream Nail how all the nobles were overprotective of their geo. The arrangement of the pillows and seating of the guests was only to show off a noble’s wealth, not foster familial ties.

The Watcher’s Spire, however, has the opposite arrangement of pillows. The seating arrangement looks outside of the Spire, not in. Lurien invites any visitor to his Spire to admire not his wealth, but the wealth and health of the City.

One could argue that Watcher’s arrangement of pillows show how he is always looking outwards instead of reflecting upon himself and his faults, but considering the noble’s thoughts and intentions, I believe that Lurien is not selfish in looking outwards as his pillow arrangement is completely opposite of the nobles. Luriem is always looking out to his community AND loves to admire the beauty resulting from the community.

Finally, Lurien still loves both practicality and beauty as seen in his window designs by the pillows. The nobles’ design for the window is pathetic in comparison, though one must be grateful for being to see out of said window.  

As for more comparisons of Lurien with other characters in Hollow Knight, let us marvel at how patriotic Lurien is.

All the little details.

I swear, Lurien is more patriotic than the Pale King. Compare the opening of Lurien's Spire to the White Palace.

VS.

Remember, Lurien's wallpaper still counts.

I wonder how Lurien being more patriotic than the Pale King speaks about his character?

As a Lurien fan, I am afraid that I must admit there is not enough evidence in the Spire alone to answer that question. Right now, these photos suggest that Lurien was Nationalistic while the Pale King was Patriotic.

Yet, once we look at both of their actions in-game, we can determine that Lurien is indeed Patriotic, not Nationalistic. Afterall, it is Lurien who makes the ultimate sacrifice for Hallownest not once but twice, even when he knew the Pale King wasn’t coming back. The Pale King, meanwhile, sacrificed everyone but himself, then fled from the Radiance when the Infection returned.

If both Lurien and the PK’s actions were foreshadowed by the amount of Hallownestian seals and crests, well…I do not feel as if I can make that judgement due to my basis on Lurien. I shall leave that to the community to decide.

If you wish to read more of the Essay, click one of these links below.

Part 1.0: Herrah's Den : Here

Part 2.0: Monomon's Archives: Here

Part 3.0: Lurien's Spire: Here

Part 3.25: Lurien's Spire: Windows and Colors: Here

Part 3.5: Even More of Lurien's Spire. (You are here)

Part 3.7 Lurien's Spire: What is wrong with Lurien's Office?! Here

Part 3.8: Even, even More of Lurien's Spire: Secret Room: Click here

Part 3.9 Watcher Knight Boss Room! Here

Part 4.0 What We Know We Don't Know About the Dreamers' Houses: Click Here

Link to essay on Ao3: Here

If you have thoughts you wish to share, please feel free to comment or reblog! Especially with the above observation!

[shankartechx]

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[bcacstuff]

Is Ash in Los Angles? She geo tagged that, and another blogger believes he is Sam, and that is the same shirt he was wearing on June 8, 2024.

Goodness my gracious, what is wrong with you all? Why on earth are you so terribly focussed on a story with a hand. Deep deep deep sigh.

No I didn't crop LA from the top, I copied the original pic, that reference to LA is not a geo tag it's filter. They use these icons for it

It wasn't deleted within 24 hours, as you see, it was sent to me last night (my time CET) at 20.22 and was 7 minutes old. I still could see it today just before it vanished which was a bit before I posted my previous post about it. There was also nobody tagged in it.

Yes Ash posts about Guinness and other alcohol brands as well, we all know that. Other people have these color of shirts as well, it's not his hand, like was said in the other Anons messages. And now you all really need to go out, do something useful instead of focussing on something completely irrelevant, unimportant and quite uninteresting. Go on the street and tell me how many people you can count with a beige coat or shirt!

[foone]

So Warframe added a "Pom-2" Alternate 1999 computer (that's needed for weird void magic future science wizardry). Thoughts?

Only thing I have that's a sort of question mark is that I don't know of many setups that would have needed a 5 1/4" floppy in 99 (or why it has both the tower and the under monitor unit)

ugh. OKAY, so... the tower and desktop combination is just weird. I have, on one occasion, run a "server" that was two towers, and the original PC supported a DUAL-DESKTOP mode, but both types together? nonsense.

dual monitor was rare but possible in 1999 (win98 added native support), so I think the best interpretation here is that this is actually two computers. maybe the one on the left is missing the keyboard and mouse because it's being used as some kind of server for the other computer? I used a little case like that to run my first linux server, which was also acting as a router for my internal network.

The OS is weird. The icons above the menu-bar look like win98, the dialog box is windows 3.x, the menu-bar icons on the bottom are pure os X (although they remind me of like a web-TV kinda system, like hotkeys for email/internet/etc), but the greyscale is very classic mac system. Actually it kinda reminds me of C64's GEOS, but GEOS was very classic-mac.

Like most CRT-filters, they turned the scanlines up WAY TOO HIGH. No CRT I've ever seen looked that fucking terrible. The monitor buttons are a bit odd: You didn't get monitors with buttons on the front until long after they were all color... but maybe it's a color monitor that's showing a monochrome OS?

as for the floppies: yeah. There are multiple mistakes here.

5.25" in 1999 is just silly. If you still had 5.25" disk drives in 1999, you were intentionally doing some retrocomputing stuff. For reference, around 2001 my PC repair job would specifically ask me to copy data off 5.25" disks, because they didn't have any 5.25" drives anymore, and I was their only tech who did.

The other mistake is that they have THREE floppy drives. so the PC doesn't really support that, natively? You can do some tricks and make it work (The youtuber Tech Tangents did a video on how it could be done), but realistically two was the normal max.

The final mistake is that all the drive activity lights are on. Those are only supposed to be on while the drive is reading or writing... and I don't see any disks in those drives! Let alone a situation that would involve turning all three on at once (I don't think that's even possible on most floppy controllers!)

In fact, the main time you'd end up with the drive lights stuck on like that is when you've installed the drive cable upside down. That ends up with them getting stuck on and non-functional. So this computer looks, to me, like it was put together incorrectly and no one noticed.

I don't believe that font would be on a black & white retro computer. Nope. Too smooth and too big.

There's also a USB icon on that OS: I don't think there's ever been a monochrome OS that supported OS, and looking at that computer case I don't believe that it has USB. Maybe the tower would, but the desktop? no.

That keyboard is off a Gateway 2000 computer. Something like this:

[theendisneat]

"I love you, I love you, I love you." [Dying in their arms, pt.2]

Characters - Zhongli, Tighnari

Warnings - Blood, injury, death, angst

Word Count - 748

Zhongli

After the many years spent by his side, young you no longer were.

While once upon a time you danced for him, silk fabrics floating around you like waves as you moved your body to the traditional songs of Liyue, now the joints of your knees creaked and groaned as you shuffled from the bedroom to the kitchen. Once your lungs were strong and loud, allowing you to sing beautiful melodies that filtered through the walls of the shared home, and now it was hard to breathe.

Though you would never change a day of your long, fulfilling life, a small, sorrowful part of Zhongli wishes there was a way for him to make you immortal as seeing you now destroys him. 

You laid in bed, breath labored with a gentle smile. Your spindly hand was wrapped around his seemingly young one while he sat by your bedside, an unbelievingly heartbroken expression on his face.

“What’s got you so down?” Your squeeze to his hand was so light it might not have existed.

Zhongli was silent for a moment. “You’ll be gone soon.”

“I will, but don’t be so sad. I’ve had such a wonderful life with you. I’m happy.”

Hearing those words finally broke something and small tears trickled down the geo archon’s cheeks, though he refused to break down completely. “I’ll lose you.”

“Oh no. No no no.” You reach out, your shaking hand landing on his cheek to wipe away those overflowing tears. “I’ll be waiting for you, and when it’s your time, I’ll be there to hold your hand.”

Zhongli shakes his head. “But I don’t know if I can keep going without you.”

“Of course you can, my dear. I know you can. You are so strong and powerful. I know that, despite how you feel, you would never lay down and die.” You sighed heavily. “But if you need a little more motivation, if I find you on the other side too soon, I will be very mad at you.” You finished jokingly.

Zhongli seemed to understand your intentions and managed to huff out a small chuckle. “I understand, dearest.”

The rest of the day was spent with Zhongli by your side. He told you your favorite stories and brewed your favorite tea. He sat beside you and brushed his fingers through your stark white hair, caressing your cheek as the sun finally set and your breath slowed to a stop.

Tighnari

“Stop moving!” Tighnari practically growled. His small fangs were bared, not in anger but in fear, and his ears were flat against his head. 

You choked when your fennec fox doctor pushed down a little too hard on the hole clean through your middle.

An easy expedition with Tighnari and a few other researchers took a harsh turn when the rock under your feet had crumbled and you fell down a steep cliff. That cliff unfortunately led to a bottom of spikes, one of which you were impaled on.

Tighnari had stumbled after you, an unconscious whimper leaving him when he saw what had happened. Gently, he lifted you from the spike you were impaled on and laid you down against the grass, which was quickly being stained red. 

Tighnari knew you were a goner the moment he moved you. Your organs had been impaled and so much blood was spilling from your body it could fill a fountain. He scrunched his nose as he tried not to cry, pressing your wound harder than he should’ve despite knowing you would die in only a few minutes.

In your hazy state you reached up to grab Tighnari’s neck, your fingers tangling in the baby hairs of his nape. You weakly push his head down till his forehead touches your shoulder, gently kissing his cheek as you hear him whine sadly in your ear.

“Calm down Nari, just stay with me?” You mumble, your breath getting shallower.

“No, we- we have to get you to a- to a doctor. You’re bleeding.” Tighnari’s hands scramble for his backpack only to let out some mix between a growl and a whine when he found insufficient medical supplies.

“Nari-” You grabbed his bloodied hand, your fingertips rubbing against his palm.

“Stop talking!” He snapped, but his eyes widened with shock when he saw your still figure. “No…nonononono.”

His fingers slid along your neck, smearing your blood as he tried desperately to find your pulse. His tears finally fell when his attempts came up fruitless.

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@blueeweeb

[adonisnt]

vide aurora borealis | meos amor aeternalis.

a skystar fanfic :] || chapter nine of twenty!!!

notes: so we are effectively at the halfway point of this story, sort of !!! this is the last chapter of starscream's POV, anyway....cute flashback. learned theoretical astronomy for this one. if u know what the OZT is actually referencing i love u so bad.......!!! the song for this chapter is "what is the light?" by the flaming lips.

chapter below!

Archive 1920118: Starscream’s memory log. Data Source: ???. Nine million years ago.

Content tracked to Sector 62141111212. 

“Starscream, have you ever seen anything like this?”

The question is one he has heard about twelve separate times from Skyfire––thirteen, now––and, much like every other time, a resounding no is the answer he gives. Despite having the correct frame equipment for space travel, he’s never been one to leave their world; before Skyfire, there was, quite literally, not a single thing beyond Cybertron was even remotely interesting to the Seeker. Yes, he had studied geo-biographics for a time during his younger years, but his function was not to be a scientist, and, with time, such fancies became only distant fantasies. But the spectacle before them was interesting, and he elected to slow his flight speed to better appreciate it with his courted one. The thing certainly looked interesting, though based on Skyfire’s less than subtle enthusiasm, ‘interesting’ was only a mild descriptor of the visually intense spectacle.

“Naturally not. what is that?” he asks, failing quite miserably to mask his amazement, and he elects mercifully to ignore the endeared laugh of the shuttle at his side when he explains, “This is what the Altihex-Uraya Fellowship of Cosmology and Astrophysical Excellence referred to as an Obscure Zenith Totality when discussing possible objects of interests with us during our thirty-first thesis defense and research proposal hearing. If you remember back to our time at Nova Cronum, you might recall the term spent on hybrid stars. That light there is the byproduct of a red giant star above a certain mass threshold colliding with, then later subsuming, a neutron star. At present, we’re witnessing that red supergiant’s absorption of a neutron star, which was likely triggered by––”

Starscream’s audials filter out the bulk of what Skyfire says, at that point.

Listening to the mech speak is enough to put the Seeker at ease, and his engines slip into a soft-purring idle as the shuttle relays astronomical principles well beyond Starscream’s comprehension. How Skyfire can recall any of this information is beyond him, and while he enjoyed hearing his partner's scientific soliloquies, his processor had been primed to only focus on four essentials his life: both aerial and personal superiority, political influence, and, most importantly, Skyfire himself. Theoretical cosmology and astrophysics had no bearing on Starscream’s life in any sense; his interest was minimal at best. Even in this particular case and to maintain perfect transparency, the broader universe was not among Starscream’s larger concerns despite the two of them, quite literally, exploring it at present. His sole objectives in this entire excursion were to, one, conducting his different surveys and, two, to keep Skyfire focused on the actual project. Really, he should be telling the shuttle now that they have to go, that they’re loitering for far too long watching strange phenomena––and spending too much energon in doing so.

Yet he does not interrupt Skyfire.

His courted one explains the principles behind the spectacle, describes the implications and intrigues of such an occurrence with an eloquence unrivaled, and Starscream contents himself readily with simply listening. Half of what the scientist says is still nigh-incomprehensible; if a mech existed with the same level of intellect that his courted one possessed, perhaps they’d be able to understand the lengthy words and niche terminology that Skyfire prattles off. That far-off glow does not escape his attention while the larger mech speaks, yet it is the adoration and awe in his tone that has Starscream’s spark ensnared even as he savors the sight before them all the more. Not that he’s surprised by that; Skyfire’s seldom failed to get him to slow down and admire the world around them, to appreciate the very cosmos enveloping them. 

Life, in all senses, was more worthwhile with Skyfire around. 

Granted, Starscream would never admit to such a thing. That bleeding spark nonsense was better suited to his partner anyway, and that level of vulnerability would be like pulling dentae with a stiff-jointed wrench and no sedatives. He had surely made great strides towards emotional honesty in any possible capacity, but sentiments and sincerely-spoken adorations were still not within his wheelhouse. Skyfire didn’t seem to mind his ineptitude in that regard, though, and his own feelings towards the bigger mech did not change even if they went unspoken. The Seeker still adored the way the scientist would go on his diatribes or the occasional accidental soliloquy, admired the faith his partner held in others, and his inimitable devotion to science, and his verbose tendencies, and a trillion other traits his equal held. 

As if remembering himself, then, Skyfire laughs off his unplanned lecture and says something about them resuming their journey. His modesty is, as usual, expected; that level of humility is just another regard in which the shuttle is without equal. Starscream lingers, though, then suggests they stay in a far softer tone than he’d have liked. Skyfire pauses in his flight at the request, though only a klik later he’s back at Starscream’s side, the two letting their engines rest in favor of simply observing the hybrid light that burns so terribly far from where they’re at. It gleams so resplendently in the cosmic expanse, the light mesmerizing as it flickers. The collision of the two stars is, plainly, stunning, the second-most captivating sight the smaller mech has ever witnessed.

To the wayside falls the stress of their work, the strange homesickness that tugs at starscream’s spark and the familiar impatience that burns in his fuel lines so hungrily. The reprieve brings a serene reunion of its own, and Starscream lets himself drift into Skyfire’s airspace, their wings nearly touching as they linger in the great unknown together.

The empty darkness of space, for that silent stretch, yields to the luminosity of that distant star, to the sight of two equals, two lovers.

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[coffee-430]

May I request Number 3 for Zhongli? It’s just made for him ngl

—100 Followers Event!

No. 3: "Would you prefer to have these chains in gold?" With Yandere Zhongli

Character: Zhongli

Warnings: yandere themes, non-consensual touching, obsessive behaviour, mentions of blood, vague mention of rape

Note: Lemme pretend I just didn't disappear for like a year (?). Anyway, hope this was to your liking!

You've come this far.

No way in fucking hell are you even thinking of going back.

Cuts and blood stained your skin, as your clothes were ripped and torn as you ran through the thick and dark forest of Teyvat. Climbing high ass mountains was definitely a death sentence, so you opted to run through a much less rocky path for your life.

You supposed being hurt by sharp branches and twigs was better than climbing very tall rocks.

Speaking of rocks, you were running away from the man you once thought was the love of your life.

The Geo Archon, he revealed, was insane to the bone and you never would've guessed that. You consider yourself fortunate that you happened to find out all that was happening to you.

Friends and family whom you've cherished ever so dearly, came back with news of them dying horrible deaths— the look and stares of people whenever you pass by was something you did not fail to not notice.

And that just so happens you connected all dots to him, and when you had confronted him about it— he began singing his 'undying love' for you. Claiming he was simply doing what he thinks is best for you.

Of course, you scoffed at that and mentioned breaking up with him. Just imagine the face he made when you made such a declaration.

And thus why, you were on the run.

Running for your life— and quite literally at that.

"Argh—!"

You yelped, tripping on a large root. The jagger ground didn't soothe your fall as you hissed in pain. But you wasted no more time and began to pick yourself back up.

Every stride taken, you pushed yourself harder, determination fueling your movements. The forest seemed to stretch endlessly before you, a daunting maze of shadows and whispers. You knew you had to keep going, had to find a way out before he could catch up to you.

Moonlight filtered through the foliage, revealing tears streaming down your face. Fear fueled your escape, and determination drove you deeper into the heart of the forest.

Zhongli's voice then echoed behind you.

He was faster and getting closer than you thought.

His voice was a haunting melody of anguish and rage. Shadows danced on the trees as he pursued you relentlessly, his footsteps gaining ground. And panic surged through you as you realized the gravity of your situation.

With every step, the forest felt like it was closing in around you, a labyrinth of uncertainty. The thicket became denser, almost slowing you down, but you pressed on, driven by a desperate need for freedom. The night air was thick with tension, and your senses heightened with each passing moment.

Suddenly, a break in the foliage revealed a small clearing bathed in moonlight. Your heart soared with hope, sprinting towards it, the air thick with anticipation. You stumbled out into the open space, chest heaving as your eyes scanned the surroundings for any sign of danger.

Just as you began to relax, a shadow loomed from behind, and you were horrified to see the very God you sought to escape, emerging from the darkness, his amber coloured eyes were wild with obsession.

"To even think of escaping my clutches was such a foolish thought, my dear."

His tone had a hint of growl in it, as if he was disappointed and annoyed at your pathetic attempt.

And before you even think, Zhongli got you cornered.

His godly power showed you just how powerful he was, and a mere human like you didn't stand a chance against an Archon like him.

His eyes glinted with a disturbing mix of desperation and obsession. "You can't escape from me, (Y/n)," he hissed, his hand found itself around your wrist and his grip on your trembling arm was tight.

Your heart pounded inside your chest as you tried to back away, mind racing for a way out. But there was no escape this time. His sheer strength alone was not to deter you hopelessly. You could tell he was holding back, for if he wasn't— he would have already broken a bone.

With no other choice, you were forcibly led back through the forest, each step echoing the surrender of your freedom.

Forced to be dragged back to your little home, your tear stained face looked blankly at the window as you watched the pitter patters of the rain.

No amount of yelling or begging could bring the Geo Archon to his senses, all words spoke of sheer pleading and request for freedom were all met with a kiss added with an embrace so suffocating you couldn't walk for a week, and the sharp threat of killing innocent people if you ever dared to leave him again.

You've come to accept your fate by now.

You couldn't risk having innocent lives die a pointless death just because you wanted to be free. The thought of it— freedom— and their deaths was what you deemed not worth it.

You hate it. You hate how you value the stakes of others instead of yours.

The doors to your pris— room— opened, and in he came. Followed by the sounds of metal clacking as he approached.

The brunette smiles at you, taking in all of your beauty and figure.

"You look wonderful tonight, my love." He complimented, taking a strand of your hair before he placed a kiss on it. "And you've been behaving well, too."

Chuckled the Archon, kneeling down in front of you— in his hands he presents two long metal chains with metal cuffs at both of its ends.

"It's a present."

The man announced, a gloved hand of his traced the length of your bare leg. And you swore you could have heard him sigh a small bliss.

He set down the chains and lifted your leg up, gently kissing your barefoot. In his eyes, he was not the divine being in this room, but you.

His actions made it clear that he worships you like a loyal devotee of a God.

"You've been so good." He whispered, using one hand to pick up the chains he set down. "As a reward, I shall make you choose."

"Would you prefer to have these chains in gold?"

Zhongli looked up at you like a man who found no error in the words he spoke. And then you, a person who can't find to fight back any longer, simply answered back:

"Would gold suit me?"

Amber eyes glinted and a grin was evident on his face. "In your case, my dear, you would look beautiful in anything."

As if you were Cinderella, he slips on the metal chains around your ankles with just the right amount of tightness— fitting you like a glove.

And as the storm lengthened outside, you knew that your nightmare was far from over. Trapped once again in the clutches of an obsessive lover, that you could only pray for a miracle to set you free.