#hes so buff and stacked and yet hes just

[oreonyu]

GBF Fes Vane model waving so cutely to everyone aaa he’s so cute i love him so much!!!!

[darabeatha]

/ L.ucifer grants u guts by placing a dark veil on you that once it fully drops over your head, the fabric turns into blood that ends up splashing on the ground

[neo-percs]

CAR SEX:: ( day 16 )

WARNING:: Street racer! sunghoon, street racer, fem!Reader, praise, hair pulling, fingering, finger sucking,dirty talking, dacryphilia, riding.

SUMMARY:: after winning tonight's street race it was unethical for police to chase after the rowdy crowds, Sunghoon doesn't expect for his opponent to cover for his ass.

WORDCOUNT:: 4.3K

A/N:: repost from my old account.

Engines were revving on the black asphalt, rap music playing throughout different car speakers and the bright-colored headlights flashed down on the women wearing short, revealing, yet stylish outfits, and men who wore baggy clothes, snapbacks, and most up-to-date shoes.

Your car was parked at the starting line as you finish waiting for the next racer to pull up. The sound of a deep rumbling engine made you turn your head. A bright green car with green LED lights under it, the painted dragon.

The windows were not tinted yet it was hard to see who was in the driver's seat. People clearing the path for the car to easily make it through and reach the red spray-painted finish line.

Once the car pulls into the space next to you behind the sloppy drawn red line the driver's door is pushed open, and you could see a pair of shoes pop out and then ahead from behind the door. Standing at his full height you could see a blonde tall boy, with messy hair,  with an intimidating face. He was wearing baggy black cargo jeans, a tank top matching showing off his buff arms, and a small silver chain on his neck.

You turn to look at the man who was running the racing stipulation for the night. You sat on the hood of your car not daring to turn your head. "Tonight you're racing, for 10,000 dollars. At the end whoever makes it from here and around the corner and back to this red line wins. Now I got a good surprise at the end so be ready" the man spoke, he had an Afro with a comb sticking out on the side.

You nod your head "so we're all putting down 2,000?" One of the other men said sitting on his golden hood "yeah, and if you can't give that much you ain't racing" the man said, holding his hand out. You pull a small stack of money out of your butt pocket and push yourself off the hood of the car. Walking up to the man hand off the cash.

As you turned around you met with the buff chest of the blonde man, stopping in your tracks you could see him tower over you. His brown eyes look at yours as he lifts his arm to hand off the cash. "Enough heart eyes get in your cars," the man said, making you smile and shake your head pushing the blonde by his shoulder to walk past him.

You walk to the driver's side door feeling the eyes of the sunghoon burn through your figure as you open the door and rest and hand on the hood as you lean down to sit against the furry seat cover. You lift your legs, let them rest on the car floor and shut the door.

You push your keys into the ignition and your engine rev. The crowd jumped a bit seeing a flame spill from the exhaust pipe. The man with the Afro began waving the crowd to back up. "That's right back yall asses up before you get grilled" he shouted seeing the men and women move away from the street and onto the curb and wide walk.

The other men that were also competing in the race began to get inside their cars and rev their engines. A woman in a crop top and some baggy jeans that rested on her hips walked in front of the cars. "First one here and around the block back wins," she said loudly over the engines "ready?!" She asked with a smile growing on her plump red lips. She flipped her black curly hair over her shoulder raising her arm. The cheers of the crowd got louder as the revving became louder.

"Go!" She shouted, dropping her arm. You press your foot on the gas, shifting your gear into the sport and watching how the speedometer moves. The small arrows on your indicator shoot from 10 to 80 as your gear shifts, the wind pushes pressure into the air as you speed up, and although cars were shooting past you, you were in no rush.

"Just wait" you mumble pushing the gas harder going from 80 to 110 speeding past silver and blue glowing cars decorated with LED's and stickers, you switch lanes making the car behind you try to speed up and unconventionally bump the back of your bumper.

You growl looking into your mirror seeing the blonde with a small smirk on his plump lip, the look on his face drives you to speed up to 200, smoke coming from your tires from how hard your tires rubbed against the gravel on the road.

your eyes flicker back onto the road ahead of you as you go onto an empty road one of your hands leaves the wheel to press the button on the radio and turn up the volume. The rap music puts you back into your racing headspace. The bass was vibrating your whole car.

Seeing the other cars go speed up closer to you and sunghoon made you narrow your eyes through the mirror. Meanwhile, sunghoon sat idly in his car shoe pressed against the gas hard as sweat began to slowly Pearl on his forehead.

The empty streets make it easier as you speed through your engine waking up the neighborhood. As soon as you turn the corner you see a bridge which was a straight shot to the finish line.

"Woah,'' Sunghoon says at your sharp turn speeding down the back streets, nearing the familiar crowd, your car drifting and leaving skid marks on the dirt and asphalt making one more sharp turn and drifting before seeing the crowds that were forming at the finish line.

You hear another engine rumble behind you, your heart was practically beating out of your chest, and you felt dizzy. You see the green color of sunghoon's car in the corner of your eye which makes you scoff.

Just as you had officially left the speed from the 100s to the 200s as you rolled your eyes as you saw him wave with an easy grin. You both speed side by side, looking onto the road trying to steer as the cool leather wheel gripped with your sweating palms.

You stepped on the gas as hard as you could and once you had made it closer to the bridge you could see it lifting on both sides opening a  bit down the middle. You slow down whispering to yourself "this is bullshit" but when you saw the green car speed past you and fly over the bridge's gap you realized the race was still on.

You press the gas hard in hopes that even taking this jump you would win in the end. Once you feel how light your car is speeding over the gap between the bridge you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as you scream.

Your car jerks as your tires hit the ground, your front bumper hitting the road and falling off with a 'clunking' sound, you groaned. Pressing the gas and shifting gears your car began to catch the wind of sunghoon.

But once your cars were close enough to the finish line you could see how sunghoon pressed harder on the gas passing you making you feel your face heat up in anger seeing as his two front tires touch the red line before yours.

"Shit" you curse under your breath passing the red line with a bitter mood. Stopping a few feet behind him seeing how he stepped out of the car to be crowded by people cheering him on. Pulling your keys out of the ignition you get out of the car walking in front of it to see how bad your front bumper looks.

"That's gonna cost a pretty penny, right?" You hear coming close behind you with the sound of shoes pattering on the concrete. "I fix my cars so no, not really," you say snarking, turning to look at sunghoon who stood over you holding out your money.

You snatch it out of his hand "I didn't need it back but I'll take it" you say with a grin as you stuff the folded money into your pocket. "You're welcome," he says, cocking his head to the side. You were about to respond but the sound of police sirens made your eyes widen.

You look at the blonde male "we gotta go now or they're gonna bust our asses" you say grabbing his wrist and pushing him to the passenger side of your car. "What about my car?" He asked worriedly, opening the door and tossing himself into the seat shaking the car.

" Your keys are still in there, someone's gonna take care of it, don't worry I'll figure out who," you say opening your side of the door and tossing yourself into the seat and the both of you slamming your doors shut.

Twisting your key that was still in the ignition you shift in reverse backing out the crowd and shifting gears into driving your foot stomps on the gas in hopes that no police car follows. And unfortunately for you, a cop had managed to follow you halfway around the city.

You had made it onto the highway, and because it was so late in the night there were barely any cars. But fortunately for you and the buff man in the seat next to you, once you had switched lanes in front of a semi-truck the police had lost sight of you which gave you the chance to take the interstate closest to your left and turn on a dense road.

Once you had been set back on an empty road with nothing but empty grocery store parking lots you had decided it would be best to cool off and stay there for a while until the cops stop searching the area.

Once you found a parking space closest to the middle of the lot you had to turn the car off and shut off the headlights. The lights of the storefront logo emit deep shades of red and blue. Your back was pressed to the seat as your head pulled back with exhaustion.

Your head drops to the side of your shoulder as you look over at sunghoon with curious eyes. When he felt your eyes burning into him he couldn't help but meet your gaze "what? Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked with a smile plaguing his lips as his eyes narrowed.

"Nothing, you just- seem so calm for a guy who just won 10,000 dollars and went on a police chase with some random girl" is all you say shrugging your shoulders and hearing the fabric of your shirt rub against the fur-covered seat. "Well you keep looking at me like that and see where it gets you," he says as he shifts around in his seat.

"And where will that get me?" You ask, leaning onto the middle console and staring at his side profile with low eyes."You think you're funny?" He asks, arching his brow at you. Biting your lip to hide your smirk "the funniest" you rasp as you let him see the smile settled on your plump lips. "Yeah?" He asks leaning in closer "definitely" you answer back.  "God damnit" he whispered, turning to lean over the console as well cupping your jaw and pulling you into a rough kiss.

Your teeth clash as you leave open mouths kissed against each other, his lips were soft and warm. your hand moves from gripping the seat cover to running through his blonde locks. Your eyes fluttered shut as well as his making you tug on his tresses earning you a small groan.

Your lips trace each other to the point you wouldn't break from the kiss until your lungs screamed for air making you pull away. Sunghoon didn't care to catch his breath, he began leaving kisses down your neck sucking small red spots that would soon swell over into bruises in all kinds of shades from purple, blue, and red.

His hand that once touched your jaw was now clutched on your waist. He was high off just the sound of the small moans and little puffs of air you let out of your mouth while he continued to lick and suck harshly against your neck. "Fuck, you're so cute" he whispered looking up at you with soft brown eyes and his pupils blown in adoration.

he can't help but to reach out and rub the callused pad of his thumb over your parting lips, pressing the salty digit flat against your tongue, and retreating it in the same breath to hook it around your cheek. Pulling it away with a soft pop a small groan leaves his lips as he lets his mind wander.

The hold you had on him was tight and you didn't even know it, it was like you were a love-sick Anaconda and with that, your grip on him had become almost deadly. He felt like he was choking up his words because his mind was too clouded by the feeling of your skin on his.

His hand's grip on your thigh wanting to pull you in his lap, your knee knocking against the console as you shudder at the feeling on his teeth, and plump lips dragging against your skin that he had marked as his for the night. "Sit in my lap" he mumbled in hopes of wanting to fulfill whatever raunchy fantasy you had been living at the moment.

Pulling back you see the small grin on his lips from how disheveled you had looked. Your chest was rising and falling in an uneven battle of tug of war with your lungs. You sit up on your knees trying your best to climb over the console that had been in the way.

You had let yourself straddle over his thighs that took up a portion of the seat- yet it wasn't like you were complaining. The pad of his thumbs found their way under your shirt and rubbed gentle circles on your bare hip as he continued his assault on your neck as if he was a painter letting the hickeys become his paint and your neck and chest were the blank canvas he needed to douse in color.

His palms pushed into your hips as he trails small pecks up your neck and jaw, you felt like you were in a state of euphoria the way your eyes soften looking into his gaze. Your mind was in such a haze you hadn't realized the both of you were mindlessly grinding against each other.

No matter the tight space you had yet to let that affect you. Your noses brush against each other and you could feel sunghoon's breath on your face, your hand finds its way to his hair pulling him in by the back of his head until your lips trace his. The sound of heavy breathing and clothing rustling around in the passenger seat of the car was the only thing that could be heard.

Your hips began to slowly begin to move as your ass pushed down on the bulge poking his pants "feels so good" he mumbled against your lips as he let out a small moan. His hands grip the back of your thighs as he puffs out shaky breaths. "Can you lift your skirt for me?" He asked nicely, you could only comply. Your stomach churned hearing the way he asked.

You murmur out a small 'yes' as your hand gets a grip on the hem line bunching it over your hips and you slide your shoes off as well as your panties. sunghoon's eyes connect to your pussy that was aching and covered in slicked-up arousal. "All this from kissing? damn," he groaned to himself.

You press yourself down on him, feeling the fabric of his pants against your throbbing core makes you whimper. "Open your mouth," he says, this time it wasn't so polite. Your jaw slacks a bit and you stick out your warm tongue seeing how his eyes darken and almost made you moan.

Bringing his hand up to your face his middle and ring finger pressed against your tongue making you close your mouth a suck. sunghoon could feel your tongue swirl around his fingers while the both of you make direct eye contact. He felt like he could flush under your gaze and melt from the view of your face alone.

You moan against his fingers as you continue to jut your hips and feel pleasure jolt through your body sending shivers down sunghoon's spine. Pulling his thick fingers past your lips. You lift your hips seeing how his hand gets lost between your plush thighs.

Rubbing the pads of his fingers against your entrance that was already soaking, teasing your slit feeling you clench around nothing alone just from friction made sunghoon throb in his boxers. he moaned into you before easing his finger passed your entrance. the added stimulation had you mewling.

You hiss at the stretch as sunghoon adjusted himself in the seat and reached his opposite hand between to push the seat back enough to have him leaning back and watching the perfect view of you perched in his lap.

"I didn't think you were the type to let people you meet in the same night fuck you," he said as he let his finger slip deeper inside your clenching walls. "I guess you're just lucky" you moaned, feeling him pump in and out of your sopping pussy with an all too loud squelching sound.

Your hand grabs needly at his shirt hoping for more pleasure. "More- please" you whimper as your hips twitch with pleasure. I mean who was he to oppose the idea of getting you off? He did as asked pushing his other finger at your entrance hoping you would loosen even just a bit "why are you so fucking tight?" he moaned as he feels you practically suck in his fingers. He pushes them deep enough to touch his knuckles, your slick created small strings against his fingers each time he'd stuff you full of his fingers.

It felt just so right— the way the cold metal of his rings pushed against your slit as he sped up his pace. Your sticky walls could feel every last part of his thick fingers that could make you quiver "fuck- fuck" you moaned as your fingers bunch up the fabric of his shirt.

the beginning of your orgasm begins to build deep in your stomach. "your fingers... feel so good, fuck," you moan. He smiles at you, beginning to curl his fingers instead. "fuck!" you gasp. "Keep doing that, oh god," you moan, gripping his sheets as you try rolling your hips. He smirks at you, moving them slightly faster.

You could feel yourself coming closer to the painstaking orgasm and all you could do was moan and let your eyes pinch closed. "Open your eyes, I wanna see the look on your face when you cum" he says as his fingers repeatedly pound into the spot that made your legs shake and your back arch.

"I'm gonna cum! please let me cum" you whimper as your hands shake. You had opened your eyes to be met with the view of sunghoon and his blonde hair sticking to his forehead with a sheen of sweat on his body, he only nodded his head and let out a small 'mhm' giving you the green light. You felt the pleasure spillover as you cum "oh my god" you moan as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Your release drips down his fingers and palm as you grind against his fingers. Slowly you inch away from his fingers as small thin white strings of slick cum keep the both of you connected.

Your breathing was slightly off-putting the way you felt him pull his fingers out of your silky walls slowly making you feel empty. You felt dizzy just off of that. But you knew there was more to come when sunghoon began to fiddle with the button and zipper on his jeans.

His happy trail that touched his naval down to the base of his dick became prominent as his fingers dug to pull down his briefs as well as his pants letting them fall to his knees and his dick breathing freely in the warm air of the car.

The windows began to fog over as the red and blue hues from the market front shop sign had become even brighter on your skin.

He was hard, and his tip shined with precum at his soft blushed head, his slit leaking with arousal. The sight alone made you rub your thighs together as that incessant warmth between your legs became stronger and stronger.

you wet the palm of your hands with your tongue before taking his dick into your fist, slowly jerking and teasing the tip with your thumb. His hips buck as he let out a small wince at the sudden contact on his shaft.

You arch your back as you push his tip against your slit rubbing it against your clit that had been covered in a mix of your release and arousal. You push his tip in feeling how your ridged walls clenched from just his tip.

sunghoon tossed his head back against the seat hearing a small 'thump' in return. His jaw was clenched tightly making his jaw look narrow and sharp. "Fuck" he groaned loudly letting his hands grip at your ass as you ease down his shaft until your ass pressed against his pelvic bone.

You felt like you were stuffed, sunghoon sat up until your chests touched. He slowly began guiding your hips to bounce repeatedly at a set pace. The way you sink into him was addictive. Your hands move back to grip at his hair, you tug and pull with each bounce.

"You feel so good" you whisper into his ear, sunghoon could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head from just hearing you talk dirty. He began to thrust into you setting a faster pace. You moan at the feeling of his thick shaft rubbing against your silky walls and his tip practically kissing your cervix.

His nails began to dig into the fat off your ass as he continued to let you bounce in his lap, the sound of your moans and the creaking of the car was all sunghoon's ears could pick up on with his foggy and fucked out mind.

He was drunk on the feeling of you wrapped around his cock like this and it felt amazing. You whispered heavy 'please' for him to go harder as you rut yourself against his base.

A small ring of white began to drip from his base as his thighs hit yours as he continued to pound into you harder. You feel hazy as you moan your hand slides against the window leaving a slippery print.

You clenching down on down on sunghoon kept his mind set on doing one thing, and that was making you cum all over him. Your hair bounced with every hard thrust he delivered to you sweetly. His hand found its way to your hair gripping at your tresses making your eyes water at the pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, you look so damn good when you cry" he choked out along with a whimper as his tip practically bullied at your cervix. The twist in your stomach made you realize that you were close "I'm so close!" You had moaned feeling your walls spasm around him sunghoon began to thrust into you faster as he felt that same feeling bubbling up inside of him.

From any onlooker, the way he pounded into you could make it seem like a pornstar was just doing child's play. He couldn't help but let out a string of curses and moans "fuck, fuck" he groaned feeling how you squeezed down on him letting your orgasm wash over you.

The sweet moan you let out pushed him over the edge as he let his cum paint you white on the inside. He could feel you throbbing and his cum spilling past your walls. He couldn't help but thrust deeper into you fucking his cum deeper inside you.

Your hips are shaking with overstimulation. You couldn't even put together a coherent sentence. You just let him fuck you dumb. Your whimpers fall on deaf ears as he lets you rest against his chest.

"it's okay, just take your time" he whispered into your ears kissing your temple repeatedly as you let your eyes heavily fall closed. His lips turn into a smile as he feels nothing but a haze wash over him. Leaning into him your nose brushing over his and your lips pressing small pecks to his, your hand on his jaw.

He's stealing your breath, and inhaling all the sweet little sounds you make, swiping his tongue to get a taste of your lip balm before it's completely kissed away. You're smiling against his mouth, you can't help it, giggling lightly at the feel of his breath fanning over your kiss-swollen lips.

"You wanna lend me some cash to fix my car?" You huff jokingly, "I just won 10,000 dollars, I think I can spare you some" he laughs breathily. God he felt like he was in heaven.

[comradekatara]

ohmygod not to KEEP harping on this zukka/klancr thing but YES you’re right the gender thing. exploring queerness in characters who have already expressed onscreen a complicated relationship with gender can be such a great thing, and like you pointed out both of them share similar “nerdy” interests like poetry, theatre, etc that don’t quite fit their gendered expectations for themselves. sokka canonically likes shopping and matching accessories. and yet for some FUCKING reason the tags insist on having sokka be hypermasculine and zuko be hyperfeminine, for reasons i can only hypothesise are racist to both zuko and sokka (feminisation of the east asian man and the masculinisation of the brown skinned indigenous one, to begin with). it’s so incredibly irritating when both of them have interesting and canon relationships with gender and gender roles/presentations. anyway. will leave your inbox alone now. thank you for your time!!

yeah like i think saying that sokka is “masc” is ridiculous but then ppl will try to compensate for that by claiming that actually ZUKO is masc which is really funny also. they both struggle to conform to this standard of masculinity that has been imposed on them. like obviously sokka embodies some “traditionally masculine” traits (his general aptitude for warfare and all that it entails, his ability to kill both animals and humans, his role as provider/protector) but largely those traits have been honed through years of being forced through circumstance to live up to that standard. just as zuko’s musculature or aggression or anger is his way of embodying a standard he has always felt pressure to live up to. but zuko’s like a wells for boys faggot and sokka’s if a teenage boy was a dyke was an old curmudgeon who yells at the miscreant youths to get off his lawn. neither of them are “masculine” but it’s less about them embracing femininity and more about them realizing that these patriarchal standards are constructed and arbitrary and actively harmful (to them and to the world). which isn’t to say that embracing one’s masculinity is necessarily a bad thing, because i do believe that toph would butch it up more as she gets older and comes to terms with her own masculine presentation. but when people say shit like “sokka goes from performing manhood to learning how to be a real man” i just pause bc like. if anything sokka goes from performing manhood to learning that he doesn’t have to be a man at all (while nonetheless still desperately embodying roles in accord with the patriarchal logic he so deeply internalized that he may never fully extricate, even if he wakes up one day and actually straight up decides he is gonna start identifying as nonbinary or whatever). but like. he’s definitely not buff and stacked and ripped. he gives off sickly orphan vibes well into middle age smh. and also zuko having long hair OBVIOUSLY doesn’t make him fem…. but the blue spirit is basically his drag queen persona and his wrists are so limp it actively inhibits his ability to firebend so make of that what u will.

[hajimakitten]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝙎𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝙈𝙀. | OT7 BTS reverse harem

author's notes: hey, guys! it's been a long time since i wrote something on here, so i'm super excited to get a full story going. i have to say that i'm ready to see what happens between ryley and bts. who do you think is going to try their hardest to make things work first?

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

The Return of Bangtan | Chapter One

Under the neon glow of Seoul's cityscape, the air was buzzing with an electric anticipation that could only mean one thing: BTS was back. After the members had dutifully served their time in the military, the city was ripe with chatter and speculation about their grand return to the stage. In a sprawling dance studio tucked away in the great HYBE building, seven silhouettes moved with a kinetic energy that belied their time away from the spotlight. Beads of sweat glistened on their foreheads as they ran through the choreography for what must have been the hundredth time that evening. The mirrored walls reflected their precise movements, a symphony of popping joints and sharp intakes of breath; they were the epitome of synchrony. "Okay, let's take five," Namjoon called out, his voice a mixture of authority and warmth. The leader of the group always knew just how to tread the line between discipline and comfort. The members collapsed onto the floor, a tangle of limbs and laughter. Jin, ever the oldest and self-proclaimed 'Worldwide Handsome', sprawled out dramatically, claiming he was too old for such intense practice sessions. Taehyung laughed, nudging Jin with his foot, while Jimin playfully mimicked Jin's dramatics, causing a ripple of laughter to pass through the group. Yoongi, eyes closed, was lost in the music playing in his earbuds, tapping out a beat on his knee that was probably meant for their next hit song. Hoseok, the group's sunshine, handed out bottles of water with a bright smile, while Jungkook flexed his muscles and complained about how the military had made him too buff for some of his older clothes. In the midst of all this, their fearless leader stood by the windows, peering out into the city. "We've got to make this comeback concert the best one yet," he mused. "It's not just about the music; it's about the message. It's about the connection." They all knew the weight of his words. This wasn't just another concert; it was a reunion with their ARMY, a testament to their growth, and a declaration that they were still here, still strong. As the evening waned, the group rehearsed their vocals, their voices harmonizing in a way that felt like coming home. The new single was a bold mix of genres, a testament to their evolution as artists and individuals. It was a track that promised to get their fans' hearts racing. The days flew by, a blur of rehearsals, wardrobe fittings, and press interviews. Before they knew it, the night of the comeback concert had arrived. The air backstage was a cocktail of nerves and excitement. The group huddled together, their hands stacked in the middle of the circle. "Bangtan! Bangtan! Bang-bang-tan!" they chanted, their rallying cry since their debut days, a reminder of the journey they had embarked on together.

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Ryley could hardly contain her excitement as she rifled through her closet, searching for the perfect outfit to wear to the BTS concert. Samantha, her best friend and partner in all things Bangtan, sat on the bed behind her, giggling at Ryley's frenzied energy. "Ryley, calm down! You're going to have a blast no matter what you wear," Samantha teased, tossing a pillow at her friend. "I know, I know," Ryley said, trying to rein in her enthusiasm. "But this is BTS we're talking about! I have to look perfect!" After what felt like hours of deliberation and outfit changes, Ryley finally settled on a trendy ensemble that she hoped would catch the eye of her bias, Namjoon. She twirled in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. As they made their way to the concert venue, Ryley couldn't stop jokingly talking about how she and BTS were soulmates. Samantha rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at her friend's infectious excitement. "You know, Ry, I think you might be taking things a bit too far," Samantha joked. Ryley shrugged, undeterred. "I just really feel like I'm meant to be here. Y'know?" Samantha chuckled. "Sure, sure. Just don't faint when you lock eyes with Namjoon, okay?" Ryley playfully nudged her friend as they joined the throngs of fans streaming into the concert venue. The energy was electric, and Ryley felt her heart race with anticipation. As the night progressed and BTS took the stage, Ryley got lucky with a space close to the stage and managed to lock eyes with Namjoon, and she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her. She could see the intensity in his gaze, the passion in his performance, and she found herself captivated by the depth of his presence. But as much as she felt drawn to him, she couldn't quite grasp the meaning of it all. Was this what soulmates were supposed to feel like? Or was it just the magic of being in the presence of her favorite idol? Lost in a whirlwind of emotions and music, Ryley danced and sang along with the rest of the crowd, feeling like she was part of something bigger than herself. And as the concert came to a close, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was something more to this connection with Namjoon than she had ever imagined.

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The concert was a whirlwind of pyrotechnics, heart-stopping dance breaks, and soulful ballads that left the crowd screaming for more. The energy in the stadium was palpable, a living, breathing entity that fed the members' performance. It was during their encore, the stage awash with soft purple light, that Namjoon's gaze drifted over the sea of Army Bombs. And there, in the crowd, his eyes landed on Ryley. She wasn't particularly different from the rest at first glance, her hair a cascade of waves, her hands up in the air, moving to the rhythm of the music. But there was something about her, an inexplicable pull that had him pausing mid-verse. Jin, noticing the hiccup, followed Namjoon's gaze and nudged Yoongi, pointing subtly. One by one, each member's attention was drawn to Ryley, and with each pair of eyes that found her, the same unspoken thought reverberated through their minds: 'Soulmate.' The music swelled around them, but in that moment, the world seemed to narrow down to the connection that crackled like static in the space between the stage and the crowd. She was just another face in a sea of thousands, but to BTS, she was a beacon, shining with a light that seemed to whisper of destiny. There was something about her, a feeling that she was meant to be part of their journey, a piece of a puzzle they didn't know was missing.

As the final notes of the song rang out and the stadium erupted in applause, they exchanged looks, each member's expression a mix of awe and confusion. "Did you all—" Jin began backstage, only to be met with a collective nod. "Yeah, we did," Yoongi confirmed, the ever-stoic rapper showing a rare flicker of curiosity. "Guys, we can't just all have a soulmate in the crowd," Hoseok laughed, trying to dispel the tension, even as his heart raced with the same bewildering emotion. Jimin simply smiled, a quiet acknowledgment of the shared experience, while Taehyung mused aloud, "But what if we do?" Jungkook, ever the pragmatic one, chimed in, "We'll probably never see her again, so let's not get carried away." Yet, as they left the stage, the image of Ryley lingered, a mysterious beacon in the night that refused to fade away. The members of BTS were no strangers to strange occurrences—after all, their entire career had been a series of serendipitous events—but this felt different.

This felt personal.

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Neighbourly

Summary: Whilst hiding from your ex in a new city you meet your rather strange neighbour. Now with a strange artifact bound to you, you must rely on his help as well as his flat mates?

Warnings: unrealistic London flat pricing, past abusive relationship hinted at, slow burns, spiders

Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, eventual Jake Lockely too

Part one

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A move to London was perhaps a rather extreme move to get away from an ex but all things considered not the worst decision you'd made recently. You'd found a lovely open plan flat, a job at a local coffee shop and even adopted a cat for company.

You were happy to settle into a quiet chapter of your life. Well quiet apart from you neighbour. It was just you two on this floor at the moment and he wasn't loud. The oddity came from the few times you'd catch him in the halls.

Sometimes he'd practically shove past, almost knocking shoulders but seemingly unaware of your presence. Other times he'd be wearing a similar scowl but side step you. Most often though he'd awkwardly smile, wave or even squeak out a hello while avoiding your eyes.

You much proffered the latter. He was cute, really cute but his odd temperament was strange. It seemed to mainly happen at night though so you'd brace yourself if you saw him past midnight. Probably just tiered or something.

Work had been slow today, not a lot of tourists making their way down to the cafe. So when the little bell rang it startled you. A familiar head of curls entered out of the afternoon rain. It'd been a few weeks since you'd run into Steven in the lift. Finally getting him to squeeze out more than one word to you.

You'd introduced yourself properly offering him your hand. He'd taken it babbling out his own name and a few apologizes. Including one for shaking your hand too long. You'd just laughed a little before eyeing his stack of books. Turned out he was a big ancient Egypt buff and ranted the rest of the way to your door.

"Sorry, didn't mean to talk your ear off...." He mumbled.

"Ears still attached." You grinned back at him, the topic was rather nostalgic for you. He'd returned the smile before awkwardly stumbling off to his own door and bashing off the door frame.

The firm expression he came with today concerned you slightly and you wondered which attitude you'd have. He didn't glance at you just yet, his eyes were fixed on the metallic coffee machine and set in a bemused frown. You chose to focus on the cleaning you'd been doing while he figured out whatever had him so focused on the espresso machine.

"Hey." He finally spoke. You rose your head, smiling politely at your neighbour.

"Afternoon what can I get you Steven?" You asked brightly. His eyes shifted up and stayed on the board, awkwardly ringing his hands as he shifted his weight.

"Just a black coffee to go please, Y/n." He mumbled. You nodded trying not to make him anymore nervous. You were no stranger to anxiety, perhaps you'd been overly friendly.

"I was wondering..." He started behind you. You glanced back to him from the cup you'd prepared. "I'll be gone a week tomorrow, my friend can't look after my fish. Would you be able to come in and feed him?" He asked suddenly meeting your eyes. His tone was smoother, posture straighter, smile charming, though there was something off about his voice. Despite that you felt a little heat rise to your cheeks as his deep brown eyes stared so firmly back at you. God he was stunning.

"Sure!" You smiled as you passed the coffee over the counter. Trying your best not to sound too excited. "You'll have to tell me what to do though."

Steven's fingers brushed yours as he took the cup and you pulled back your hand quickly. You cleared your throat and told him his total, avoiding his quirked brow. He paid before his eyes settled back on you with another bright smile.

"I'm home tonight just come round and I'll show you." Steven offered. You met his eyes again and returned his smile.

By the time you made it home you'd began to regret agreeing to come over. You were a mix of nerves, half excited at the opportunity to get to know Steven better, half way to a panic attack. Being alone with a guy again set your adrenaline spiking. Still you'd feel guilty not going now.

You headed from your door to his and paused outside for a moment as you collected yourself. Inside you could hear Steven talking, arguing maybe? His voice was raised but you still couldn't make out the words. There was no other voice though so you just waited a moment until it was quiet again before knocking. You could hear a slight yelp before chains jangled on the other side of the door. The door cracked open, wide dark eyes staring through the gap.

"Hi." You waved. Steven pulled the door open suddenly with a slight squeak. You stood in the door frame with him a moment while he stared at to his left before his wide eyes returned to you.

"Oh! Y/n poppin' round, yes yes, for Gus... yeah..." Steven stammered as he retreated back into his flat. Confused you followed considering leaving the door open. Deciding it'd be rude you closed it behind you.

"Did you forget?" You asked as you followed his shuffling form into his kitchen area. There you saw Gus you presumed, a bright orange goldfish in a massive tank. It was well filtered, lots of space and plants. Honestly it might be overkill for one fish but it was sweet how much he cared for the little guy. You couldn't judge considering how much you'd already been spoiling your cat.

"Oh yeah um.. sorry." Steven said before gesturing to the tank. "Ah there's the man himself, have a gander around, I'll uh... get the kettle on." He turned back to his cabinets leaving you at the tank.

You took the opportunity to glance around the room. Open plan, a little gloomy and cluttered. Books and paper scattered almost every surface. Various ancient Egyptian trinkets filling in any left over space which made you stifle a giggle. He really was quiet obsessed.

You stepped around a pile of clothes next to a suitcase as you headed further into the space. Your foot slipped suddenly and you waved your arms out to re-balance yourself. Your cursed as you wobbled glancing down at a broken circle of sand. Curious you toed it before taking in the scene ahead.

Inside a circle of sand was Stevens bed. A mess of tangled sheets atop of roomy king sized with an obvious dent on one side. You quirked an eyebrow at the nearest post. Attached to it was an ankle restraint. You lifted the cuff inspecting the well used buckle.

"Oh uh..." Steven mumbled from behind. You turned to him with an amused expression still holding the cuff.

"Kinky." You hummed before you could stop yourself.

"It's not... I.... its for sleepwalking." Steven rambled trying to usher you away frantically. You caved, trying to save him from anymore embarrassment and followed him back through to his kitchen.

"Must be some sleepwalking to need all that." You gestured back. Steven was beet red now, ringing his hands as he looked everywhere but yourself.

"You get yourself into trouble or something?" You asked taking the tea he'd made into your hands.

"Yeah, yeah something like that." Steven turned to his fish tank.

"Don't fret it I understand." You hummed taking a mug of tea from the counter.

"You do?" He said, those big eyes again scanning your features.

"Yeah, get sleep paralysis sometimes but hey whatever works. So Gus?" You asked trying to take it to easier topics, for both of you.

"Bloody hell Marc..." He gritted as his face scrunched at his fish before he turned back to you. "Oh uh I was..." He stuttered before picking up his phone. "Marc my uh brother...yeah. He was supposed to sort this." He laughed awkwardly as he typed something back.

"No worries, happy to help a neighbour in need." You smiled. So that was who he was arguing with before.

You ended up staying for an hour more after that, tea forgotten and grown cold. Steven was calmer and easier to talk to as time ticked by. He showed you how to feed Gus, then after you nudged he talked about some of his Egyptian stuff. You'd had to excuse yourself when the yawning started but you were hopeful you may get to talk more when he was home.

The week was passing quickly with fish sitting duties and work. It was your last day letting yourself into Steven's flat after work. You'd made a b-line for Guy again, intent on not overstepping. You cooed at the little guy before a rattling distracted you.

The door was closed but you'd not bothered locking it nor setting the chain. If Steven had returned your sure it would have been a key you heard. Instead it was a slight scratching at the keyhole that set your hair on end. You'd regretted not listening to your instincts before and heeded the warning.

The door creaked open right as you'd stepped over the sand ring at the bed. As quietly as you could you slipped under the edge and shuffled until you were completely hidden under the frame. It was a tight squeeze, you hadn't done this since you were a kid but you managed.

Heavy footsteps sounded across the floorboards. Fancy dress shoes came into view and you held your breath. They stepped round the bed before moving away. You followed the movement with your eyes until they paused ahead of you. Your eyes refocused on the rather large house spider less than a foot ahead of you.

It took everything in you not to move, not to scream as the beast stepped towards you. Skittering legs continued their movement as you scrunched your eyes shut. You focused as hard as you could on the sound of the intruder. Foot steps moving into the lounge area of the flat before a light tickle against your nose brought you back. The feather light hairs brushing against you.

You tucked your face to the side swiftly suppressing a shudder. Peaking out just a touch your saw the intruders frame in the other room pause. It was hard to make out past the bookshelf that divided the room but you could see their legs. They moved again back to the kitchen, low light coming in from the blinds glinting off the gun in their hand.

You didn't dare move again but your chest was burning for air. As quietly as you could you took a deep breath in. The intruder didn't seem to hear you though picking up a few things here and there. Their ringing phone startled you and you bumped your head against the bed frame. Still the sound didn't alert them and they headed out Stevens door.

You didn't move for a long time, light dipping from the window and filling the room in darkness before you crawled out. Your legs screamed and cramped from your position but you were sure they were gone.

In a sudden panic you felt your chest constrict, phone fumbled into your hands as you dialed the number Steven had given you. Between rings you rushed to the door, tripping over before you'd even passed the bed. You landed hard on your elbows and knees phone lost as it clattered from your hands.

Groaning you flopped back onto your rear and took a few gulping breathes. Though a horrible shock it seemed to have dispersed the oncoming panic attack. Turning you spied what caused you to fall behind you.

It was an ornate, small, golden box with intricate carvings and bright stones embedded in the metal. It matched the Egypt theme of Steven's home though perhaps a little more ostentatious. Maybe that's why it'd been hidden under the bed.

You picked the box up with you before retrieving your fallen phone. The call hadn't gone through and you sighed, hanging up. The box was oddly heavy for its size but it felt wrong to leave it after someone had just tried to break in. You texted Steven as you head back to your own flat, re-locking his door. He'd be home by tomorrow night, until then you'd keep his odd box safe at least.

It was sometime after you'd tried to go to bed that you found yourself in your kitchen. The night dragged on and despite your best efforts sleep evaded you. You had to give yourself some grace, you'd just witnessed a home invasion. Maybe you should have called the police?

It felt silly to do so now. The man was long gone and he hadn't even taken anything, unlike yourself. The box sat bright on your counter. Shining in the moonlight coming in from the window. It was odd how much it seemed to glow, catching the slightest light and bouncing it a hundred times back.

An impatient meow brought your attention back. The speckled and stripped cat you'd taken in yowling for more head rubs. You relented scratching under her chin as she closed her big emerald eyes. As fickle as ever she shifted out from your pets and rubbed herself under your chin. Her tail tickled against your throat and you laughed lightly in the silence.

Her steps took her closer to the box and before you could stop it she'd nudged it from the counter. You dove an arm out, just catching its corner but the lid opened. Its contents fell the few inches to the floor. You cringed as the metal clattered against your tile floor.

Cursing to yourself you bent to pick up the box first then the shining object from the floor. Somehow both still caught the light and the glare made you squint at the...paper weight? You took it in your hand, turning it as you stood. Laying flat on your palm you recognized the symbol, the Eye of Horus maybe?

To your relief it seemed intact and you made to place it back in its box when an odd tingling in your hand distracted you. Confused you went to pass the eye into your other hand but it stuck. Then it burned.

You shrieked extending your arm to try shake it free but it remained seared to your flesh. In a screaming panic you tried to shove it off with the heal of your other hand to no avail.

Your cat seemed agitated too, heckles raised as she stared off into the dark of the room. The burn started to subside as you heard something shift in your living room. You moaned at the string but tried to focus on the new threat. Had the burglar returned?

You were about ready to plead, let him take the stupid box when the shape in the darkness moved. It wasn't a person. It was far longer than your couch and curled past into your bed room. The slightest hint of moonlight shone in specs along the trunk of this thing at least a meter off the floor.

You gaped, mouth bobbling as you tried to comprehend what slithered across your rug. It reared up, several feet above your head, eyes gleaming red in the dark. Frozen in place your heart hammered relentlessly in your chest. A dizzying feeling swam in your mind as great wings spread in what little space the creature hadn't take over.

Then your door broke open, light bursting in from the hall and banishing the vision from your mind. You were still in place when Steven came into view. You only returned when his hands met your cheeks and turned your face from side to side.

"....you okay, I got your messages. What happened? Did he hurt you? Did he find it?" He asked firmly. His face was cast in a frown as he continued to search you for injury. His hands slipped down your shoulders, following down to your hands where he turned your palms up.

"Shit." He uttered, jaw ticking. Coming back to yourself you glanced down at your hands. The eye statue was gone but its shape remained. Burned into your right palm.

[orbitswritings]

human!jake sully/fem!human reader Neteyam fic is still in works, I just wanted to take a break and push myself to quickly write something in a few hours without worrying about beta readers. so here’s something really self-indulgent that i had kicking around in my brain. let me know if i should continue (i mean i do want to i just like hearing other people say it) synopsis: reader works as a pencil pusher for the RDA and finds herself in a relationship with human!Jake Sully. Their relationship is on the rocks when Jake suddenly becomes a traitor for the Na’vi, forgetting about reader. unfortunately, she’s left in a position where she cannot forget about him.

(feat. Jake the dog and reader the human) c/w warning: blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smut. and jake’s kinda an asshole for now

The last time you saw Jake was right before he turned traitor.

His visits with you were already getting more and more spared, spaced out as the months went on. In the beginning of his deployment to Pandora you two were nearly inseparable, literally, wrapped in a tangled mess of blankets in your private quarters.

You were just a pencil-pusher and file manager, tasked with handling the never-ending information and data from several departments of the RDA. One day when delivering a stack of legal papers to the lead scientist Grace, the man seated in a wheelchair next to her, named Jake Sully, took an immediate interest. You did as well, although yours was more based on wanting to know why a buff marine guy in a wheelchair was doing around the other nerdy scientists. Jake’s was more coming from below the belt.

One night while laying in bed together after a session of sex, your hand aimlessly began running up and down his arms. His biceps used to be the size of your head, now he looked frail, malnourished. His body was practically wasting away. Jake now had been at least two months into his whole Na’vi thing. Yet you didn’t know any details since he was pretty tight-lipped about it all.

“Are you getting enough rest? Do you eat enough?” You asked with concern, stroking the hair out of his sweaty face. Jake had initially arrived on Pandora with the traditional military buzzcut, but now his hair had grown out, further adding to his ragged, disheveled appearance. “If not, I can write up a document for the food storage guys to give mor-” Jake just shrugged you off, turning away from you with a grunt of “mh fine.”

You’d later realize Jake was just using you to empty out all the cum and sexual frustration he would build up while gone. Word among the staff was the female Na’vi he’d been frolicking around with over the course of the few months was proving to be a tease. Unable to stomach thinking about what he was getting up to, you instead threw yourself into your work, trying to ignore the horrendous thoughts that clouded your mind.

You wish you had the guts to confront him on what would ultimately end up being your last night together, but you were just too lonely and so happy to see him after such a long time apart that you kept your mouth shut and legs open. All to just save the moment. Next time, though, you told yourself you would confront him.

That next time never came. In that time Jake Sully and his crew knocked over the chess board, turned traitor and proceeded to fuck over everyone. The plug on the whole operation was pulled, sending everyone packing onto their ships. Well, everyone except a few of his other human allies . . . . and you.

Not that he specifically asked for you to stay on Pandora. In fact you were sure he never even gave you a thought. What happened was when all the humans were being rounded up, you managed to slip off, going into hiding. There was a small, abandoned outpost, its existence having falling out of everyone else’s minds except yours, only being known by you due to your various dealings with files. It was similar to the one Jake and his gang had been stationed to in the Himalayan mountains, difference being luck for you it was within a day of hiking distance. There, you had everything you needed (for the time being). Filtered air, canned foods, jugs of water.

But why not go with the other humans? Being put into a tube of jelly for another five years and sent back to a dying planet with your sizable paycheck waiting for you in the mail was still miles better than sitting alone in some rundown old trailer on an alien planet where everything and anything can and will kill you, all the while slowly picking away at your limited rations.

It was simple. You weren’t alone, and your growing waistline was ever so slowly revealing it. Apparently the very last time you and Jake saw each other he was kind enough to leave you with a little going away gift, entirely unbeknownst to the either of you. The cheap condoms the company supplied did have an expiration date wasn’t to be taken lightly, but Jake had been out playing Na’vi for so long he completely forgot to grab new ones.

It was a hard rule that babies couldn’t be put in cryo, and being pregnant while in cryo lacked a lot of research for any factual statements but generally it was advised to avoid it. At that point you weren’t far along at all so either you were going to be tubed, putting both you and your baby at risk, or be forced to terminate.

Of course Jake couldn’t help you. He was too busy playing blue outlaw cowboy, rounding up the remaining RDA humans to ship them back to Earth.

But now, supplies were running low, and you knew this whole ‘pregnant while solo’ thing wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. Carrying was already hard enough. Giving birth alone was more of a horror movie plot than something you actually wanted to try out for yourself. So, you made the decision to finally bite the bullet, hook up the radio, and put out a signal to the other remaining scientists.

That same night you got a response back, the scientists on the other end both very surprised that another human was still on Pandora. They already knew you and so conclude you weren’t a die-hard RDA fan, making you not a threat to their operation. In the end, a helicopter was sent your way.

You were so grateful and relieved they agreed to come get you, you just wished they had told you Norm was going to be in his avatar form when picking you up. You nearly pissed your pants from the shock and blood-chilling fear that coursed through you when a gigantic blue alien suddenly appeared, peeking through your window.

The bump of your stomach acted as an elephant in the room, everyone on the helicopter doing their best to avoid looking directly at it as if doing so would cause permanent vision damage.

It wasn’t like they knew it was Jake’s, believing you two had ended your little fling long before the possible frame of conception, so that awkward topic was luckily avoided. Of course not all hard topics were off limits. They still asked you why you were here on Pandora, the unsubtle hint being they thought they had successfully chased out all the other dirty greedy humans from their prized forest playground. You were honest and gave them your reasoning, hoping it would squash any fears of other RDA agents lurking out there. They nodded in quiet understanding. You wanted to ask about Jake, how he was, but the fear of it possibly raising any sort of questions made you bite your tongue.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hey Aerie! I hope you're having a good week!! Could I have some Arsonist Neil? Are they gonna meet!? Or is Neil to anxious? Ahhh! I wish you a good rest of the week!

WIP Wednesday (3/27) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 125)

Neil stares at his phone until it times out and the screen goes dim. What’s he supposed to do now? Keep poking the bear until Andrew eventually blocks his number? No, no. He doesn’t want that. He’ll… He’ll give Andrew a while to cool down, then try to explain how he’d freaked out about hearing a name that shouldn’t matter anymore.

How he’d asked the barista to borrow a pen to write a note, ordered Andrew a muffin as promised, and ducked out. He did the best he could. Or so he thought. Maybe he should’ve tried to stick it out. Part of him was tempted to just sit in the parking lot and wait for Andrew to arrive. Maybe they could’ve talked like that, just the two of them.

Maybe he’ll offer that. That they could try again. Somewhere… Less crowded. Somewhere Neil doesn’t feel the need to look over his shoulder. Like here, in the hotel room maybe. Well, actually that’s a terrible idea. Neil will think of something better. Some sort of compromise.

But what if Andrew’s already told his bosses about the arsonist he’s been talking to? And what if they can track this number somehow? Oh shit. Neil quickly turns off his phone and yanks the battery out of the back just in case. He’s not sure that could keep anyone from finding it, but that’s what his mother always used to do so he’ll just hope it works.

Neil scrubs a hand over his face and realizes it’s shaking. Fuck, he needs…

He needs to either burn something or talk to Andrew. And only one of those is an option currently. But it’s the middle of the afternoon. He promised his mother he wouldn’t light fires in broad daylight anymore. Okay, yes. Mary is dead. But. It was still a promise. Besides that, he hasn’t found a new place to burn yet. 

Neil climbs up onto the bed and disengages the smoke alarm. Then he grabs his lighter and goes into the bathroom. He’s done this a few times before. When he had no other outlet for this demon that lives under his skin. He yanks down the shower curtain and drops it behind him, then stacks the extra toilet paper rolls in the bathtub and lights the top one. 

It’s paper. And it’s dry. So it lights like a dream and catches quicker than Neil can blink. The flames are orange as the wallpaper and standing straight up, barely dancing because they’re inside with no wind to guide them.

But it’s still soothing. Still sort of beautiful. Almost.

He watches it until he can feel his fingers again. Until the outside of the roll has charred itself black and the bottom one starts to catch. The flames eat away at it, racing towards the porcelain of the tub. Neil snaps out of it just in time to cut the shower on and put it out.

It barely leaves a scorch mark. He can buff that out later.

He’s not sure if he can buff out this thing with Andrew.

[shuttershocky]

What are your selections for worst, most insulting Modules?

1. Utage - +4% ATK and DEF when below half health is a fucking warcrime. I was so sure when we didnt have numbers yet that it would at least be 20% minimum, but HG never fails to baffle.

2. Windflit - In my opinion, Windflit is the worst Supporter in the game, a terrifyingly difficult competition when Nine Colored Deer, Earthspirit, etc exist. His talent upgrade only increasing his device buff from +15% ATK to +20 instead of making it work on more than just Casters and Supporters or increasing its pathetic 30s duration (which means you can't have two out at once for very long due to respawn time) does not help him much at all when he needed help so badly.

3. Tachanka - Level 1 effect is good, but Levels 2 and 3 only increase the DEF gain on his talent. On a ranged unit. It's actually an outright insult.

4. Archetto - Archetto's module Y upgrade is one of the worst 6 star module upgrades next to Dusk's X and Siege's X, but is especially insulting because it's her second module and actually loses to her first. It buffs her Sniper SP recovery from 1 SP every 2.5 seconds to 1 SP every... 2.2. It has a second effect where Archetto can get 1 SP every 1.8 seconds if a Sniper ally is deployed with her, but her Module X already gives her such massive starting SP that also gives her ASPD, such that in certain scenarios Module X actually outspeeds Y in SP generation so long as Archetto is constantly attacking. It's very sad.

5. Dusk - Speaking of which, Dusk X has numerically the worst module upgrades for any 6 star in the entire game. The base effect gives her one extra tile of range so her range matches Core Casters, a useless feature when her ASPD is slower than theirs, her DP cost is dramatically higher, and her S3 increases her range, but its the upgrade that really baffles the mind. It buffs her talent that gives her +2% ATK per kill from a max of 18 stacks to... 20 stacks at Level 2. The jump from Level 2 to 3? 20 stacks to 21 stacks. A grand total of +6% ATK that doesn't even come for free. It was so godawful that Dusk's module Y gave her everything she ever wanted (-DP cost, +ATKSPD, Stronger Freelings, and SP generation via Freelings) because of how pathetic her X module was.

[chickenparm]

Even Exchange (Kaveh/gn!Reader)

What he doesn’t need to know is that you sourced these yourself, and didn’t pay a dime of your own money. You’re not operating at much of a loss, when the payout is as sweet as his cheeks flushing and his shoulders hunching angrily while accepting the fabric bundle without another word of protest.

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Kaveh/gn!Reader 3,048 Words - NSFW (Semi-public acts, blowjob, defiling the Divine Tree)

It’s a bit pitiful watching him stare at the components you keep in the glass case, his fingers on his chin as he mentally calculates how much mora he has for the particular set of gears he’s eyeing. Not enough, you know that for sure. 

From your workbench behind the counter, you watch his expression change from determination, to thoughtfulness, to annoyance, then finally resignation. It seems as if he’s realized his financial position isn’t aligned in a way that he’d be able to afford those particular pieces with what he has on hand - or potentially at all.

Blowing a sigh through your lips, you lift your goggles to the top of your head and call out, “Something you’ve got your eye on, Kaveh?”

“N-no! Nothing in particular, just browsing today.” His hand wave hides the way that they shake. Kaveh has been coming in here for years, and the same song and dance is shuffled through. Once a week, he’ll come in with some project or another in mind. He’ll stand at the case and look at something in particular, make those same expressions on that pretty face of his, and attempt to leave dejectedly. 

And you’ll stop him, cut him a deal, disregard his frustration at his situation that both of you are aware of yet neither of you will speak about. 

Taking off your thick gloves, you set aside your tools and cross to the case. There’s a smudged handprint from where he’d been leaning over it, inspecting the gears. When you notice it, he has the grace to look a little sheepish and use the sleeve of his shirt to buff it away. 

Leaving a smudge of your own with your fingertip, you point out what he’d been admiring. “These gears, right? You want to look at them?”

“Yes! I mean, no. Your tricks won’t work on me, touching them only subconsciously instates ownership in my mind and then I’ll do anything to buy them-”

“Kaveh.” You interrupt, rolling out a piece of fabric to place the gears on in an effort to avoid scratching the glass. “I’ve never tried to fool you before. Why would I start now, huh?”

And he says nothing at all. Simply picks up the largest gear and turns it over in his hands, inspecting the wear and tear. After a moment, he sighs through his nose and asks, “Will you break the set?”

“No. There’s little use of the rest without them all together.” You carefully stack them, largest to smallest, taking the gear from his hand to serve as the base. The fabric it all sits on is wrapped around them, then tied securely at the top as you push it toward him across the counter top. “Just take them, Kaveh. Seriously, this is the most desperate you’ve looked yet - you must be working on something spectacular if it’s got you this wound up.”

His hands close around the bundle for a moment, first gently, then tighter and tighter until his knuckles are white and the shaking of his hands comes from the pressure of whatever is going through his mind. Thankfully, he doesn’t make you wait long before he looks you in the eye and pushes the gears back. “No. I don’t want your pity this time. Just… hold onto them for me, and I’ll be back with-”

“With nothing. Remember that work you did with designing the extension to the back of the shop? I still owe you for that.” To emphasize your point, you push the gears back toward him again.

An annoyed sound leaves him as he tries to push them back, but you keep your arms extended to prevent them from moving any closer. Livid, he tries to refute with, “No, you paid for that in raw mora. Fifty thousand-”

“Well, I don’t have a receipt for it, so you must be mistaken.” You shrug, exhilarated glee rising in you at the way his jaw drops and he stammers for a moment. Of course, you don’t have a receipt, because the two of you agreed to that work informally. It was done off the books, meaning there’s no way for him to prove that you paid him for it. 

And Kaveh looks like he’s going to blow.

“Are you serious!? No! That’s not fair-”

“Ah, you’re right, I should’ve repaid you sooner. Can’t be helped; I guess you’ll just have to take these gears as payment.” Keeping yourself from grinning can’t even be fathomed right now - seeing him like this always brings you a joy that you carry up until the next time he comes through the door of your shop and the cycle begins anew. 

What he doesn’t need to know is that you sourced these yourself, and didn’t pay a dime of your own money. You’re not operating at much of a loss, when the payout is so sweet as his cheeks flush and his shoulders hunch angrily while accepting the fabric bundle without another word of protest. 

“...Thank you.” Kaveh finally says, resigned, as he ducks his head and turns on his heel. Then, he hesitates, as still as a deactivated Ruin Guard, until he comes to life once more and spins back around with a question on his lips that’s more of a declaration. “Please let me treat you to dinner!”

With what money? You want to ask, but then you’re reminded of the thousands of mora he’d just saved by giving him those gears for free. More than enough to pay for dinner for two, and you almost say yes before something tickles the back of your mind and urges you to ask questions of your own. “Like… a date?”

Kaveh’s lips turn into a thin line for a moment as he bites them, but he doesn’t break eye contact at the very least. Then, with a long exhale through his nose to rebalance himself, he plucks up that confidence you know he has when he isn’t fretting over how to fund his projects in the middle of your shop. 

“Yes. Like a date.”

—

It’s very easy to trace the series of events that brought you here. 

Kaveh showed up to your shop later that night, dressed as usual, thanks to his insistence that it be casual. But he smelled like cologne, and his cheeks were a bit pink from what you assumed was scrubbing them in his shower before he arrived. The effort is endearing, you think, and you rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. 

Kaveh’s hands are smooth in some places, rough in others. The pads of his fingers, and the spot on his middle finger where his pencil rests most often as he works are rough, but his palms are warm as you hold hands on the way to wherever he’s chosen to take you on this little venture. 

As you wait in line at a shawarma stand he swears is the best in Sumeru, Kaveh makes it a point to tell you, “I’m not doing this out of obligation, you know. I am genuinely interested in you.”

“Oh, did you think I’ve been giving you all those parts on sale out of the kindness of my heart?” You tease, nudging his shoulder with your own as he inhales sharply. “You’re a very pretty man, Kaveh. I’d be blind to not notice.”

“Apparently I’m the blind one.”

Of course, he is, but you don’t rub it in. You just smile to yourself and follow the line as it moves forward. Kaveh pays, as he said he would, and the two of you find an unoccupied bench to sit upon and eat your dinner together. Occasionally, you take a piece of his, and he accepts some of yours, and you think to yourself that this is one of the better evenings you’ve had in quite a while. 

When he’s not bogged down by his own thoughts on mora in your shop, he’s alarmingly pleasant. Sometimes, a tone will sneak in that suggests there’s more to him beyond being in debt and the personality he wears on his sleeve, and you endeavor to squeeze more of these little dates out of him in an effort to uncover what he’s concealing. 

But in the meantime, you’re happy enough in this moment and endeared to the point of suggesting the two of you take a walk, rather than end the night early. The Akademiya’s winding walkways through the Divine Tree are pretty at night, with natural bioluminescence and arching bridges across still pools of water. 

Like this, when it’s just the two of you simply getting to know each other out of the strange business arrangement slash friendship you’d cultivated, Kaveh is surprisingly… carefree? He laughs more, returns some of your jokes, absently swings your hand back and forth as the two of you walk. 

That last gesture is what makes your mind up on something you’ve been stewing on since standing in line for your dinner. Using your grip on his hand, you tug him off the paths to a pool that winds into the tree itself, the walkable edges grow narrow as it curls around a bend. Quietly, he asks where you’re taking him since there’s nothing back here, but that’s precisely why you’ve chosen this. 

The air leaves his lungs when you push him against the bark around the corner and kiss him. Kaveh’s mouth is already open from his surprise, letting you press your tongue alongside his own and encourage him to loosen up a little and reciprocate. And when he comes to his senses, Archons, does he reciprocate. 

Fingers digging into your hips, tugging your body so close that there’s no mistaking his growing want, breathy sounds leaving from the back of his throat as your hand dips into the open front of his shirt. Kaveh’s skin is heated under your palm, smooth and addicting as you run your hands over him with increasing greed. 

As you kiss down his neck, you’re no longer available to muffle his sounds. Mindful of his volume, he still lets you hear the shuddering sigh that accompanies you sucking at the hollow of his neck and collarbone. It’s pretty, but you want more, and urge him to give that to you by following the open line of his shirt down his sternum, to the top of his stomach, before stopping when the fabric gives you pause. 

Half-bent like this, you look up at him and gauge his reaction. Kaveh’s cheeks are flushed, his hair mussed, and he’s looking at you with wide and expectant eyes. If you backed out now, he surely wouldn’t stop you, but you don’t intend on doing any of that. The moment he wandered into your shop the first time, you’ve daydreamed about getting your hands on him. 

Uncaring of your clothing, you drop to your knees and your fingers begin working at the knots and buckles of the sash around his waist and fastenings of his pants. Kaveh’s hand lands on the top of your head, a quiet chance for you to not do this if you truly don’t want to. Yet his body is telling a completely different story as you pull just enough clothing away to free his cock and watch it throb in front of you, hard and aching. 

Your decision is quite clear as you wrap your fingers around the base and hold him still so you can drag your cheek along it, nosing from base to tip before pressing a featherlight kiss to where his arousal is already starting to bead. 

And he whimpers. Out of breath, pitched up, nails of his free hand digging into the Divine Tree at his back. Kaveh looks at you with heavy-lidded eyes as you take the first step in worshipping him like you’ve planned since the beginning. 

He’s been through enough, you think, and while you’ve stuck your neck out for him plenty of times, it’s never been in this particular way you’ve been craving. Licking the smear of his arousal from your lips, you look him in the eye as you savor that brief flash of his taste, a quiet sound of your appreciation echoing back off the still waters in your little hiding place. 

“Archons, you’re so-”

“Mm?” You pause, mouth open but stopping just short of taking him inside. Your breath breezes across his tip, dampened from both his smeared arousal and your heavy exhales. Kaveh’s fingers press against the crown of your head, forearm tense as he fights the urge to just drag you forward and push into your mouth. 

Kaveh’s patient; you like that. 

Taking him into your mouth is accompanied by the sweetest sound of his head thudding back against the tree bark and a full-on moan that fills the space. Any passerby could hear it, but no one comes to check on you. It’s better that way, even if the thought of being caught with the Light of Kshahrewar’s cock weighing your tongue down sends a thrill down your spine. 

Using your hands on his hips to keep Kaveh from bucking into your mouth, you set a slow pace of taking him deeper, one slow bob at a time. While this might feel good for him, this really is just for you. Kaveh’s enjoyment is a nice perk, but you’re not planning on getting him there any faster than you have to. 

Ending this sooner than necessary feels like you’re short-changing yourself. And while you’ve done that countless times for Kaveh and will continue to do so, now isn’t the time. It doesn’t take long for your lips to reach your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, and you rest there to get used to the feeling of him pressing against your throat, pushing your tongue down to immobility. 

“Please…” Your eyes snap open, flicking up to look at him as he gazes back, crimson eyes boring into you with completely undisguised need. Kaveh’s adam’s apple bobs as he works to clear his throat, to sound a little less desperate despite his begging. “D-don’t keep torturing me.”

This is torture? A second of stillness before you completely ruin him? 

But he begs so sweetly, looks at you with eyes that are deceptively watery, like he truly is suffering despite his cock being buried in your throat. Never before has he ever asked you for anything, and to use that to his advantage now, even unknowingly, is a stroke of genius. 

Carefully gauging his expression, you pull back and press the flat of your tongue along the bottom of his cock, providing friction that makes his stomach tense and his hips jerk beneath your tight hold on them. A deep breath, a moment to pause, then you take him back in again. Not as deep as before, just to give yourself a bit of wiggle room to really use your tongue to swirl around the tip with each withdrawal before plunging down again. 

Flakes of bark from the Divine Tree trickle to the ground as his nails dig into it further, his other hand leaving your head to slap over his mouth and muffle the incoherent moans and whines that leave him. His fingertips dig into his cheeks as he struggles not to lose himself, but with each thrust of his length into your mouth, you make it more difficult. 

Surely no one would be walking by at this time of night, but it’s hard to convince him to be louder when he’s filling your mouth. It’s easier to press your thumbs into his hip bones to grab his attention, then pointedly move your hands away. The invitation is there for him to take this further, to chase what you’ve been taunting him with. 

Kaveh hesitates, swallowing so loudly that you can hear him struggling to clear the blockage of his own arousal from his windpipe. Even the sounds of his struggle are akin to music, something you’re more than happy to listen to as he starts to rock with your motions. They push him a little deeper, encouraging him to use you now, instead of the other way around. 

Normally composed for the most part, it’s satisfying to see Kaveh shattered like this. His knees shake, his body moves of its own accord, his eyes flutter behind blond lashes before they snap shut, and Kaveh throbs on your tongue with each thrust. Only his pace losing sync with yours tells you of what’s coming, and the deep-seated need to give him everything and treat him well brings you closer until you reach the base again and swallow around him. 

Kaveh doesn’t disappoint, and his surprise at your action gives you another of those wrecked moans that’s damning of what’s happening just out of sight. Warmth fills your mouth, sticky and similar in flavor to what you tasted at the beginning, and you struggle to take it all while he still remains buried in your mouth, nearly blocking your throat. 

Nails dig into your thighs as you kneel before Kaveh, struggling to breath as he rides out those last dregs of his orgasm before slumping back and slipping from your mouth. Your chest rises and falls with your breath as you swallow, coughing a bit to ease the ache of him being a little too rough at the end there. 

The dampness of the ground chills you from your knees up, and you only rest there a heartbeat longer before you start to get to your feet. Even in shambles like this, Kaveh snaps to attention at your movements, and uses a hand on your elbow to help you up. And you think that’s the extent of it, that he’s either too preoccupied with how you’ve made him feel, or he’s going to give you a moment. 

Except he cradles the sides of your jaw and pulls you in for a harsh kiss against your lips that are swollen from taking him over and over. Kaveh’s tongue sweeps in, uncaring of how you might taste or what he might get as a remnant. For now, he’s simply preoccupied with giving back to you in the only way he’s capable of at the moment. 

And for once, it’s an even exchange. 

[calx-bdo]

haikaveh oneshots

kaveh frowns seeing the surplus food in the fridge.

no, not because of his "lack of favourites" (to which there are many soups, thank you.), but it's rather due to the fact that alhaitham's food was also in the fridge. all of it.

kaveh's not dumb, he can pick up on his roommate's eating habits quickly. especially the significant lack of appetite. (urgh, this one worries kaveh the MOST.) but not to the extent of leaving food out altogether.

hence, kaveh makes one very quick trip to the bazaar to grab a quick snack for alhaitham. this one recently hit the shelves, and kaveh's sure that alhaitham would most definitely enjoy this. "taste supersedes presentation.." kaveh can already hear alhaitham's voice boring into his skull.

well, that's the whole reason kaveh fell in love with him in the first place. kaveh returns home with a skip in his step, rapting his knucles kightly on alhaitham's door before entering.

"haitham?" his voice takes on a softer tone, peering inside the dimly lit room. "oh, عزیزم, are you.. alright?" kaveh's warm gaze landed on the pile and mountain of books stacked upon one another, alhaitham's hair in a tight grasp. if kaveh didnt know any more, he could say alhaitham is one tick away from completely losing his hold onto his sanity.

kaveh repeats the soft nickname. "عزیزم?"

only then does alhaitham look up, circular glasses slipping off his nose.

alhaitham's cracked voice mumbles out. "حبيبي .."

"my sweet boy, are you alright?" kaveh immediately rushed to alhaitham's side, his food left forgotten on the table. kaveh's hands cupped his cheeks slowly, fingers softly brushing across his cheeks. his red eyes took one look across the table and the numerous coffee mug stains and lets out a tut.

"alhaitham. what did i tell you about proper sustenance?" at this point, kaveh's just playing with his hair, alhaitham's face buried into his waist as his buff hands (feeble scholar my ass!) wrapped tightly around his waist. "mmmfhh.." came alhaitham's reply, a little muffled.

"okay okay, just.. be sure to eat your food, alright? the aunties at the bazaar gave me these free food, and it's fresh, so be sure to eat it while it's hot! and.. jeez, alhaitham. stop drinking so much coffee! i'm starting to think that your blood is pure caffeine."

alhaitham nods at his words, burying his face furthur into kaveh's body.

a smile blossomed on kaveh's face.

───

babe in persian = عزیزم

حبيبي= my love in arabic

───

kaveh was (again) dusting off the numerous books that lined every inch of their house, when he spots a surprisingly new book. his fingers traced the words on the spine as he read the title.

"28 recipes for Soups! (most loved by moms and grandmas alike!)"

that got kaveh thinking. he clearly didn't purchase this, and both alhaitham and him didn't receive any cookbooks as presents. cyno and tighnari don't really care for food, and he doesn't know any chef that might have lent him this book. that only leaves one option - alhaitham purchased this book.

.. what for?? kaveh is confused. has alhaitham even expressed any interest in cooking?

whatever. kaveh shoves that book into the back of his mind before continuing on.

it isn't literally 5 minutes later that he finds yet another cookbook on alhaitham's shelves.

"okay. what the fuck. did these multiply or what?" kaveh pulled the book out of the shelf and scanned it again.

"27 new recipes for Soups! (limited edition, new stock!)

limited-?! alarm bells immediately go off in kaveh's head. limited? alhaitham is definitely the type to go scrambling after a book when he discovers that there's limited stock, claiming "he must have it!" and it's "a precious rarity". but a.. cookbook? alhaitham's worries extends to this type of books too?

jeez.

out of curiosity, kaveh placed the duster down on a nearby table before flipping the book open. one recipe catches his eye.

"...cream mushroom soup...liyue parsley... matsutake mushrooms and enoki mushrooms..." kaveh mumbles to himself. why does all these ingredients sound so familiar?

it clicks in his head. it's what he ate yesterday.

wait. wait. alhaitham... specially went out of his way to buy this limited edition book, learn to cook to the best of his ability, did all of this.. for him?

a warm feeling tugs at his heart.

the very next night, alhaitham flips open the book to see a green (the very shade of his little dendro mirrors too!) post-it on the next recipe.

"thank you for all you do love. even buying the limited edition books, hmm? <3

- k 💛"

crimson red blooms all over alhaitham's pale face.

what a tease.

───

this is doing very little to help alhaitham's stress.

alhaitham and kaveh promised to go visit and see nilou's dance at zubayr theatre, even though alhaitham's autism and sensory issues make it a problem for him to be comfortable in the crowded grand bazaar. this, kaveh knows.

so when kaveh turns his head to look at alhaitham, in a moment of pure madness, alhaitham tries to mask his discomfort by flashing a small smile.

kaveh immediately gets suspicious.

alhaitham isn't one to smile. especially not at performances. the only time theres ever a curl upwards on his lips is when he's reading a book, and mocking the author for their "extreme lack of knowledge" and their "stupidity knows no bounds.". once, kaveh even heard him utter "common sense is apparently not common anymore. what kind of nonsense are these authors spilling into their books? they don't deserve their works published. goodness."

that was the most hatred kaveh has ever seen anyone express to an inanimate object. yes, kaveh's rantings to mehrak isn't counted! he isn't even that heated when ranting! and mehrak isn't inanimate! ugh!

kaveh grips alhaitham's forearms tighter. "oh? crap."

a tear rolls down alhaitham's cheeks. "kaveh, people keep touching me and i-"

"i'm sorry lovely.. i shouldn't have dragged you through a crowd. i wasn't thinking."

kaveh brings up a hand to caress alhaitham's cheeks.

"let's go home, okay?"

they both fall in step to walk home together.

"we can invite the others for dinner later." kaveh's hand tightly grips alhaitham's.

"is that okay?"

───

` i feel like i need to explain here. whilst i'm not autistic myself, i watched aimee's videos (shwimzii on tiktok, go check her videos out, theyre great!) and this oneshot mostly revolves around the nilou's dance tiktok (the thumbnail is nilou, here's the link)

alhaitham is depicted overwhelmed by the sensory overload and starts to cry, hence i implemented this into the story. if there's anything wrong with it or anything i had written wrongly, please don't hesitate to tell me!

───

kaveh comes across a picture of alhaitham and him in their old akademiya uniforms.

he picks up the frame and examines the picture.

archons, they look super young. like, dont have eyebags under their eyes young. like, no callouses and ink stains on their hands young.

"kaveh? what's that..?" alhaitham walked over to kaveh's side, hand wrapping around his waist. kaveh flushes at this. even though they've been dating for so long, kaveh still feels like a young schoolboy in love.

which takes them back to this picture.

"oh. i recall now. i remember when i had stuck to your side alot, since..."

kaveh patiently waits for alhaitham to finish his sentence.

"my grandmother and parents had recently passed away."

kaveh swears alhaitham's grip on him tightens.

"oh, عزیزم.."

kaveh mumbles out, placing a chaste kiss to alhaitham's cheek.

.

"hello! i'm kaveh, a second year student at the akademiya, assigned to guide you! what's your name?"

alhaitham looks at the hand extended to him.

"oookay, no name then! what darshan are you in? i'm in kshahrewar, the architecture darshan!"

it takes a while for alhaitham to mumble out a soft "haravatat."

"ooh, haravatat! that's a rare darshan due to the complicated runes!" kaveh beams at the boy's response.

alhaitham nods silently.

"well then, shall we explore the school? mr..."

this time, alhaitham responds rather quickly.

"alhaitham. my name is alhaitham."

"what a beautiful name! let's go around the school, okay alhaitham? it's big, so it's easy to get lost."

alhaitham followed kaveh around the school.

surprise surprise, when they reached the library, alhaitham immediately turned on his feet and left.

"hey, what? what's going on?" kaveh asked, very confused about alhaitham's apparent dislike of the library.

"i have no need for the library."

at kaveh's confusion, alhaitham further elaborates.

"i have more resources at home."

alhaitham following kaveh around proves to be a common sight around the akademiya. there's even a new joke floating around.

"whereever the blonde goes, the falcon follows."

haha, very funny.

alhaitham's relation to the falcon is an interesting one, however. the falcon is not a common rune to be found in, however, alhaitham's studies usually tend to revolve around runes of the sort revolving around this particular animal. kaveh swears he even saw a carving of the falcon on alhaitham's desk. and it's not just falcons too, all kinds of birds were present in alhaitham's home.

it was kinda cute, if kaveh's being honest. he wonders if he should tell alhaitham about the pet bird he has.

"alhaitham, you seem to be interested in birds!" kaveh mentions in the akademiya's cafeteria, seeing alhaitham engrossed in a book.

"mhm! there's many different species of birds, but my favourite personally is the falcon. did you know that like fennec foxes, falcons mate for life? and that peregerine falcons are able to migrate 15,500 miles every year! and..." alhaitham continues to ramble excitedly about different bird facts, mostly falcon related.

"say, alhaitham, why do you like vultures and falcons so much?" kaveh asks one day.

"mm, no idea. vultures are just, cool, i guess. and falcons..they were my mother's favourite. i try to think about her, remember her, but it's hard. the only way i feel like i can really honor her is to.. well, research something about her. it's.. painful, to say the least. but it hurts less with you."

a fond smile erupts on kaveh's lips.

───

day after day, alhaitham finds himself running his fingers through kaveh's hair again and again.

it's so smooth, so silky..

that's why alhaitham took it upon himself to maintain kaveh's hair.

he observed the crappy shampoos that kaveh uses. it's not good quality, and it's too rough on the scalp. unacceptable.

alhaitham knows that good shampoos are sold in sumeru. in the grand bazaar. that crowded place.

he grits his teeth.

"kaveh, i'm going out for a while. be back soon."

"oh, okay handsome, stay safe!" kaveh's voice rings out from the study.

not even a mere 10 minutes later, alhaitham returns home, with a weird plastic packaging that he's holding onto like it's a lifeline, and evident tear stains on his cheeks.

"..alhaitham? what's wrong? love, did you go somewhere crowded? oh dear, come in, don't stand outside! my love, are you okay?" kaveh rattles off questions, and alhaitham can merely stand there.

"i bought this for you." alhaitham took out a bottle of shampoo, the price tag clearly scratched off.

"it's for you. i know you dont do well with expensive gifts, but.. i want you to accept this."

his gift is met with kaveh's lips on his lips, capturing him in a soft kiss as kaveh wraps his hand around alhaitham's neck.

"i love you, so much."

───

[isatswap]

(full game isat spoiler (its technically act 3 but im not risking it))

Buddy Quest

TTOS version of Companion Quest (the mirabelle one)

(Isabeau is sitting here, looking at papers.)

Isabeau: Oh, h-hi, Loop! Do you need anything?

Loop: (Questions...)

"I actually forgot where everyone is..."

"Are you feeling fine?..."

"Nothing strange going on today?"

"So, which one will you pick?"

"Nah."

Isabeau: H-huh? What do you mean?...

(You point at his pile of papers.)

Isabeau: What- Isabeau: !!!!!!!!

(Isabeau suddenly seems flustered.)

Isabeau: UH Isabeau: UMMM

(Isabeau hides his face with his hands.)

Isabeau: gsfbdghkphowdoyouknoooooow.....

(!!!)

Loop: "Nononono sorry! I didn't mean to embarass you!" Loop: "You're choosing someone for something, right?" Loop: "And you seem very troubled by it, so i thought I could help!"

Isabeau: ... Isabeau: sigh...You're older, so you must know more about this. Isabeau: You can help, I think, if you want....

(Older than him? Why is that relevant?)

Loop: "Yeah, I will help."

Isabeau: Thanks! Um!

(Isabeau finally reveals his face again and fixes his glasses.)

Isabeau: This might take some t-time... So, um... You can come back later if youre busy...

Loop:

"Yeah, I have time."

"I'll come back in a moment..."

Isabeau: Ok! Good!!! Isabeau: So, ummm.... Sit down next to me?

(You sit down.)

(Isabeau is looking nervously at his knees.) (He looks worried... Maybe you should take the lead.)

Loop: "So, uh...what are these papers about?"

Isabeau: OH! Um.... Isabeau: ...Bonding proposals?....

(??? Bonding???) (Like, the one where you stay with someone forever???) (Is Isabeau looking for someone to bond with???????)

Isabeau: No waitwaitwait uhhhhh thatsnotwhatimeaaant

(You can see Isabeau struggling to not hide his face again.)

Isabeau: Sorry.... It's more like.... dating? Dating profiles! That's the name for it! I'm not bonding with anyone yet....

(Dating? Wow that's so cute of him you need to know more like right now.) (Although.... You would've never guessed, you didn't think he would be interested in that.)

Isabeau: Before the Scary Lady did the... uh.... thing.... I decided i wanted to try...dating! Yeah! Isabeau: And so I asked a dating company, and they gave me a bunch of papers with people I could meet and date and then the attack on the House happened--

(Isabeau inhales sharply. Poor sod forgot to breathe.)

Isabeau: So, um, I decided to do it now! Since we have some time! Isabeau: But...um... it only just today dawned on me that its like... about staying with someone forever... so I probably need help with this.... Isabeau: Also I... need to stop thinking about tomorrow. I'd rather be stressed about choosing a date than... that...

(Oh. Okay!)

(Dating was never your forte, but you would like to help Isa distract himself from tomorrow. He seems to be most worried about it.)

Loop: "Let's have a look, then!"

Isabeau: Yeah! I have some profiles right here!

(Isabeau takes out a MASSIVE folder from under his jacket.)

(Was he carrying that throughout all his journey???)

Isabeau: Okay! So! We should take turns! You can go first and tell me what you think!

(You take a random profile from the stack. Its a buff, strong looking man.)

(Is that someone Isa would like?....)

Loop:

"He looks cool?"

"Meh."

"We have one of those already, teehee~"

Isabeau: What? Who--

(Isabeau suddenly stops and gets a bit flushed.)

Isabeau: Awww, Loop! Don't say that so suddenly! Isabeau: But uh. Yeah. I dont know if i want to date them...

(Not his type, then. Probably.)

Loop: "Got anyone more feminine looking?"

(Isabeau looks through the stack and takes out a file.)

Isabeau: Like her?

(The file depicts a gentle looking lady.)

Loop:

"Looks pretty?"

"(Shrug)"

"Looks like if Mira wasn't buff...."

Isabeau: Yeah, you're right, I guess.... don't know still, though....

(Another indecisive answer. You probably need to be more specific.)

Loop: "What kind of people are you into, anyway?"

Isabeau: Oh....um....I don't....think i have one? I just like people. Different kinds of people. Yeah. Isabeau: That doesn't help, does it?

(You nod.)

Isabeau: ...What kind of people do you like, Loop?

(Oh, that may help! Maybe he'll agree with you on some types and that's how you find out what he likes?)

(....Alas, nothing comes to mind. You've never actually considered dating.)

Isabeau: Oh, you're struggling too?.... Isabeau: sigh.... Isabeau: OK, Loop. I'm going to confess. Isabeau: I actually like quite a few people from the profiles I've seen, but... I'm just.... too overwhelmed by this. Isabeau: Dating...and then bonding... it's just scary to me!

(Well, that explains some things. But then...)

Loop: "If it scares you so much.... why are you doing it?"

Isabeau: Well....

Isabeau: I really, really believe in Change. Isabeau: And the belief requires Change! With a capital C! Always bettering yourself, becoming different in the process! Isabeau: A-and one of the things to help you change is doing something that you've never done before! That's part of the reason Houses offer so many classes, actually... Isabeau: And you know I really wanted to change, so I tried new things! They were often fun and fulfilling...but... Isabeau: You can't just have easy fun most of the time! You need to challenge yourself! To step out of the comfort zone, you know!

(Out of the comfort zone, huh....)

Loop: "And that's why you're trying out dating?"

Isabeau: Yeah... That's why I picked it! It's scary and unknown to me! Isabeau: And also romantic love is one of the best ways to attain Change! Because it brings you so much new experiences! And... Isabeau: And I have to do it to be a Housemaiden, right? I need to find someone to love, and then bond with them, and.... Isabeau: And sleep with them.... and... do stuff.....and...have children....

Loop: "What about that makes you scared?"

Isabeau: The fact that I don't know what kind of person I would want to be with! And such permanent change is scary! And what if they don't like me! Do I even like myself! I don't know! But I feel like a fraud for not wanting to do it like all others.... Isabeau: And I feel bad that I can't just be happy with change like this....

(Wow.)

(That's not easy to digest.)

(But what if...)

Loop: "Do you even have to change?..."

Isabeau: OF COURSE I DO, LOOP!!! Isabeau: And not only have, I need to! And I want to! Isabeau: I want to change myself! To be stronger, to be braver, to be less anxious, to be that person that anyone can rely upon! Isabeau: I want to be a good Housemaiden, too! I like helping people, I like learning new things, I like bettering myself.... But.... Isabeau: This means I have to date someone..... And it not like I wouldn't like it's just...... Isabeau: It feels like if I just forced myself it would help me. Help me change. Help me stop being..... this. Isabeau: Stop being so weak and indecisive and anxious and nerdy and.... and.... Isabeau: ....and I still can't do it! Even if I really want to Change myself, to become someone different, someone I would like to know, someone I would like to be.... I can't. Crabbing. Do this part. Isabeau: ....

(....)

(Huh! You never knew Isabeau felt like this about himself.)

(You knew he was an avid follower of Change, but.....)

(...)

Loop: "Well, I don't know about this dating thing...."

Loop: "But! I think you are already brave."

Isabeau: ....?

Loop: "You went on this whole quest, not knowing if you would succeed, persevering through all the challenges you faced, despite the fact that your adversary has, like, almost otherworldly power." Loop: "Just to save your country." Loop: "That is bravery."

Isabeau: .....

Loop: "And because of it...." Loop: "I don't doubt that you can Change to be the person you want to be."

Isabeau: .... Isabeau: You.... You are right! I can do it! I don't know why, but after you said it, it became much easier for me to think it as well! Isabeau: Heh, I really did need a fresh pair of eyes.... I-I mean, one eye, I guess? Sorry....

(You laugh a bit.)

(You know he didn't mean anything bad by this.)

(He would never.)

Isabeau: Hehehe! Isabeau: ..But, I'm.... I'm still afraid a bit..... Isabeau: What if I'll never be able to date? What if I'll never be able to change in that way? What if--

Loop: "Isa."

Isabeau: ...?

Loop: "Maybe you need to slow down?"

Isabeau: Huh....? What do you mean?

Loop: "This thing with dating it just.... Sounds like you are trying to do too much." Loop: "I'm not a Housemaiden myself as you would know, but...." Loop: "There must be other ways to change in a meaningful way without having to push yourself this hard, right?"

Isabeau: ... Isabeau: ...Again, I don't know why, but after you've said it out loud it made me realise. Isabeau: I am doing too much! I don't really need to do this right this moment! Isabeau: I thought I needed to date to change myself to be someone I liked... Isabeau: But it's actually the reverse! I need to become someone I like to find out who I would want to date! Isabeau: Kinda put the cart before the horse here, haha....

Loop: "Yeah, you really need to..." Loop: "....hold your horses."

Isabeau: Yeah!!!!!!

(Isabeau lets out a hearty laugh.)

Isabeau: Haha... Isabeau: ...Are you Changed yourself, perchance?...

(....Oh.)

(....)

(You think about your starry skin.)

(....You don't remember.)

Loop: "No, teehee~"

Isabeau: Oh, nevermind. I just thought you might have went through something like this. Isabeau: In any case.... Isabeau: Thank you, Loop! Thank you so much for talking to me today! Isabeau: ....I need to think about this. And also about where should I put all these papers, hahah. You can go do your things, now.

(Isabeau smiles brightly at you.)

(You smile back with your eyes and go.)

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

You know what's really funny to me? The trope of Bakugou in canon being super talented at everything that he does. In canon it's supposed to be for laughs when he's good at random shit, but I don't understand how it's supposed to be funny when the funnier route would have been that this guy has dedicated himself to nothing else but being extremely good at fighting with his quirk and to be a hero that he's actually super ass at everything else. But I guess having a complex version of Bakugou where he learns that there's more to life than heroics and maybe is way less of a demon isn't something that would have been interesting. ALSO ALSO, genuinely I'm confused as to why people think Bakugou is super smart. Like I get that he was excelling at school and was taking mock UA tests and shit, blah blah blah, but: A) I can totally see his marks getting doctered by Aldera B) Passing the UA exam doesn't tell me shit about his intelligence, since people who are "dumber" than him also passed the same exam. Without even knowing the proper format of the test (keeping in mind it's also a standardized test) there's no real way to gauge how "intelligent" someone has to be to do well. Also there's a bunch of General-Ed students who passed that test so again, doesn't tell me much. C) For all the praise that he receives, there's nothing really like "intelligent" or complex about the plans that Bakugou comes up with when people suck him off for being such a good tactician. He fully somehow thought he could overwhelm fucking ALL-MIGHT with his explosions alone, if he's such a good tactician why would he all of a sudden fuck this up? Also, his "counter" to Uraraka's plan was just do bigger explosions, so again, nothing to do with his actual intellect, it's just his quirk. Which brings me to, D) Bakugou fully should have been taken out by Uraraka's plan. I get that she was tanking hits and he wasn't, but he suffers no backlash at all from unleashing his quirk all day, and is even able to fire off massive explosions no problem. I don't care what bullshit excuse Horikoshi or the fandom comes up with, unless Bakugou has a second quirk that makes him indestructible or lets him cancel out forces, those massive explosions would have shattered his arms and legs from the recoil. But nooooooo, Todoroki suffers from acute frosbite and Midoriya shatters himself when he uses OfA. But Bakugou? Ah well, sometimes we'll remember that he's running out of sweat or his wrists will hurt a little or sumthin.

PS. Why is Bakugou (and I guess Kirishima by extension as well) more ripped and buff then Midoriya when canonically somehow managed to balance a fucking small pick up truck on the last pile of garbage that he stood on when he cleared the beach. Midoriya should be jacked and stacked like Jotaro fucking Kujo in part 3 and be an immovable object, yet some how Bakugou is shown to be physically stronger than him??? Midoriya should be casually lifting couches with the entire class sitting on it so he can vaccum underneath.

Honestly, agree with all of this. Katsuki being talented in nearly everything I feel was just a result of Hori rubbing his BakuBoner and trying to push the "genius prodigy" angle but it makes him into such a Gary Stu.

As for why Katsuki and Ejiro are more ripped, I'm just going to chalk that up to Hori wanting him to look "plain".

[lilikags]

their love for you

ft. ayato, heizou, kazuha, rosaria, lisa, yoimiya & gn!reader

everyone loves their partner even just a little bit differently. you’re special to them, and they love you in a way they’ve never loved before. even in Teyvat, where the possibilities are almost endless, they'd never love anyone the same way they love you.

kamisato ayato ─ · · · · ♡

Adoration, admiration, affection. Ayato finds himself simply attracted to you, pulled by a string of admiration and adoration. He can't help but pull himself towards you, closer and closer with each step he makes, but somehow, you're always going to be something "unattainable", even if you're right there in his arms. But don't worry, as he cherishes all of the emotions kindled between the two of you, and all of the feelings yet to spark.

He finds himself staring at you without knowing, despite being fully aware of the comically long piles of work stacked on his desk. He can't help but think how lucky he is, how unpredictable feelings can be, and how crazy it was that it was him that captured your heart as you did his. Even as his hand caresses your cheek and his lips brush against your skin, he can't help but think about how stunning you are to him.

Ayato's love for you is like a world made of something like water but not quite. It ripples as he steps his foot down, the circles expanding as it stretches out, until it disappears. It's crystal clear yet opaque, a mellow blue, one where he can see nothing but his reflection and yours in. As soon as your ripples find his, or his ripples find yours, it's as if he'd gained a buff, "invincibility". It wasn't that you nor him were invincible, and he knew that, but with you by his side, he knew that the two of you could make it work out.

shikanoin heizou ─ · · · · ♡

With every case came a prize, whether it be money, satisfaction, or having learned something new- but in the case of you, Heizou had gained something he treasured ever so dearly, comfort. As much as he's ridiculed and as much as he's praised, as much as he's doubted and as much as he's trusted, he knows that you'll be there for him, and it's like the safety within the dangerous net of society.

As much as Heizou loves being a detective, (he wouldn't have any other job) he loves being with you. It's the tranquility after the exhilaration of solving a case, one where he doesn't have to think. It was always fun with you, but in a good way, where no matter what happened, it didn't matter as long as you were safe and happy. It rejuvenates him, the way he hugs you from behind and places a kiss on your cheek, the way he teases you, the way he's allowed to act the way he wants around you- and he's never short of ways to say "I love you".

To Heizou, you're the calmness within the storm of craziness which comprised of the world. It was made of everyone's own directions, preferences, and morals, which all swished around in the space called society, and it was with you when he got to take a well-deserved rest, a sweet snack between his lips, and giggles from the both of you in your own space. Sure, the outside world is exciting, but the detective needs a rest too.

kaedehara kazuha ─ · · · · ♡

Kazuha is and always will be a wanderer and is thus faced with new landscapes and experiences, good and bad. Whatever the case may be for each view, each encounter, he knows he will be okay, because he knows that he can always return to you, and you are his refuge. No matter where he goes, what trouble he may be in, he knows that you'll be there for him.

Kazuha's touches are soft, his breath almost tickles, his presence is always comforting. The ways he shows his love for you are gentle, like a warm breeze on a slightly chilly night. Everything about him is intimate and soft, as if there's but a beautiful sight around you and just the two of you together in a peaceful area of your own. There's just something magical about the way he locks his hand with yours, pulling you closer as he places a kiss on your forehad. His breath almost tickles your skin as he breathes out, and a giggle escapes his lips.

Being in love with Kazuha is like taking a boat ride out to sea. It's not necessarily peaceful or rocky, but the waves act on their own and somewhat unexpectedly. His hand holds yours all the way through, and because he's there with you, it's safe. In the reflection of the water you can see scenes of you and him, and perhaps it's your own world, but you were together with him, and that was all that mattered.

rosaria ─ · · · · ♡

For Rosaria, trust in someone is hard to come by. Trust wasn't quite necessary to live by, on her standards- as long as what got done got done, that's what mattered. But when she did find someone to trust, namely you, she quite liked it. It wasn't that she required the trust of those around her after meeting you, but it wasn't long before she found herself enjoying the safe feeling of refuge in your relationship.

Rosaria is quite the straightforward lover. She's transparent with you- there aren't many secrets at all. She doesn't feel the need to hide anything because of how comfortable she is with you, and she loves to relish in that feeling of safety. She's always willing to listen to whatever you have to say, whatever's on your mind. If she can, she'd offer a piece of advice.

To Rosaria, the world isn't a place to rest. Everyone has their own plans, preferences, and values- it's not too often that you find someone too similar to you. She's accepted that, after all there are so many people out in Teyvat. It's like a sea of people, one after another walking in their own direction- and she wouldn't change that at all. After all, she knows just how precious freedom is. But when she sees you, you're the light in the dark rain. You hold the umbrella and she can breathe again, without reserve.

lisa minci ─ · · · · ♡

Lisa had come to Mondstadt in search of a place to rest, one to spend time as she wished rather than troublesome matters, and an unknown price of the gift of a vision. Mondstadt did provide some of that freedom, as she could find many ways to create the life she had wanted- however, when she met you, there was something else she had discovered. Even in the boundless territories of the Akademiya's field of study, even in which she was more familiar with than she wished, there was one she didn't understand quite as well as she liked: love.

Lisa loves to learn, despite her leaving the Akademiya, and she always loves learning about you. Understanding the person to an intimate level was ever so fascinating, if anyone dare say it interested her more than the elements ever did. Simply observing both herself and you, trying this and trying that. She always has a little pleasant surprise for you, and she hopes that there's a little smile on your face whenever you see it.

When Lisa's with you, it's as if it's just you and her, the two main subjects in a book. It was just you and her, the protagonists; with every page flip she learned something new, something that made her happy to know. It was sweet, something that had value to her, and she simply couldn't get herself away from you. She hoped that there were many pages left in the book, before it was shut and the last pages pressed against the back cover.

naganohara yoimiya ─ · · · · ♡

Yoimiya finds many joys in life, but there's none quite like the happiness you bring to her. Of all the people she talks to- those in the neighborhood, those from far away, those she doesn't expect to see- she doesn't quite find herself giggling the same way when she's with you. It's as if harmless little fireworks burst inside of her heart, the world glowing gently.

Little happiness everywhere, that's what Yoimiya loves bringing into others' lives- especially yours. Whether you need someone to talk to, someone to make you laugh, someone to make you something, someone to sit in a comfortable silence with, she's more than willing to do that for you. Being with you already makes her heart glow, and she finds a smile on her face before she knows it.

Being with Yoimiya is the essence of watching fireworks under a clear night sky, her hand intertwined with yours as you both look up at the display of colors in the blue of night. The air is always fresh, and even though you aren't looking at each other, you're looking at the same sky, together. Yoimiya loves a lot of things in the sky, from the people around her to the fireworks she makes, to the wonders of the world that she hasn't yet touched. There's someone she'd like to do all of these with, and that person is you.

WORD COUNT | 1.5k words

NOTES FROM LILI | Hi! I really hope you liked this fic <3 if you did enjoy it, it'd really mean a lot and help me out if you reblogged it, thanks!

[2goldensnitches]

There’s a lot to be said about how bad feh has gotten storywise—it was never a masterpiece, but book 7 really seems to be the nadir so far—and i sure have a lot to add to the many that complained before me, but atm im just thinking about how lazy it’s become in terms of mechanics and general qol.

One thing i can commend feh for is that it’s relatively easy to farm for materials and exp, stacking up crystals, feathers, and even orbs with relatively little effort compared to other gacha (fgo is particularly bad in this regard, langrisser too, hi3’s crystal rate is glacial)—but even this comes with a catch. The catch is in fact the biggest reason for why gameplay is so ass and at least half of the reason for players quitting the game: the powercreep.

Feh’s powercreep is legitimately the worst i have seen of any top gacha game, hands down. It’s become a meme at this point even among non-players and completely wrecked the game’s initial ethos of being able to build your faves through merges, skill inheritance, and weapon swaps no matter their rarity. Does the previous still work? Kind of. it’s not nearly as effective as it used to be and intsys itself no longer prioritises it when their business model as a gacha is pushing shinier newer waifus out each month. Gacha is prime waifubait pushing territory but feh is notorious for ignoring most characters (especially men, and especially from thracia rip) or locking some behind seasonal alt hell while lyn, edelgard, fjorm, and camilla (im so sorry my queen but it’s true) get their tenth overpowered alt with egregiously bullshit special skills exclusive to them that make it borderline impossible to complete stages.

Want three extra orbs for beating seasonal chapters? Good luck fulfilling the requirements for passing with a whole surviving team with no revives on hand to help despite not having ANYTHING to counter infuriating nonsense like godswords and over 80% damage reduction. Bonus points for those extra stage rewards being time locked!

Want to advance in the coliseum for extra materials? Better make sure you have a full team of new seasonals because not only do they sweep the competition away, they also give you additional arena points to climb the rankings, as lower tiers give you less rewards, and so does losing matches, with even a single loss breaking a rewards streak and forcing you to start aaaalll over again for those rewards.

Want to survive those bs no-kill survival boss stages in each book? Better make sure you have an effective counter for their shiny new skills and insane mobility (canto 5!), and if you don’t, then you’re shit out of luck!

Literally what is the point of investing in a unit, using up feathers and orbs to level and merge them, and search for the most optimal skills for them if a new banner introduces another unit that not only decimates them, but completely blows your entire team comp out of the water? The answer is that there is no point! It simultaneously forces players to catch up through constant summoning (and hopefully for intsys, turn into whales) yet stagnates gameplay because the only challenges and mode of play is basically trying to not get left behind. Houses was mocked for making the weapons triangle obsolete but feh spits on the weapon triangle entirely. You can plow through any type of team, no matter how balanced and well-built, as long as its comp is older than three months and you have the newest shiny jpeg with skills that require the length of a yugioh card to fit its explanation text because it’s just stacks upon stacks of buffs/debuffs, cooldowns, damage reduction, and nullifications. Surtr used to be game breaking and now he’s passable if he can barely survive the bullshit summer duo eir/Ymir throw at anyone unlucky enough to cross their path.

“But every game introduces new unit mechanics and skills! You’re just being a hater!” Every other game also makes sure to introduce counters to those new mechanics and skills instead of rendering the state of meta completely poisonous. Adding in those counters at a later date is not just bad game design, but so greedy because it exposes just how blatantly p2w the entire model of powercreep is. Fallen!Edelgard was so toxic for the game that legendary byleth’s entire toolkit was based specifically on nuking her (which pleases me thematically but that’s another story). Now the latest cyl units make f!edel look like a dog’s chew toy and we’ve restarted the trimonthly cycle of a new banner completely dominating the meta and making those units basically indispensable to pass stages.

And speaking of cyl units, they introduced new skills so groundbreaking that they loop right back to basic bitch territory: area of effect/terrain effect attacks. Which is hilarious because not only do they make the elemental line specials kind of obsolete, but mainline fire emblem games have had those attacks for years now; setting the map on fire would make celica yawn. Yes, good for you, griege sniddie lady, for filling the terrain with spikes. That is something we’ve seen before but good for you and intsys for finally catching up to your own main games. The bs doesn’t stop at unit attacks though, because even the maps have not progressed past seven whole damn years of existence: they are still the game grid-based top-down view with a few obstacles preventing movement. No healing tiles, no mud pits or sand slowing down units, no plant material to hide units in and increase their evasion, no lava or evil swamps that can burn or poison your characters and thus force the player to really strategise on their placements like in the main games. It’s just a few rocks, trees, and water that Cavs and infantry can’t pass. That’s it. Fliers just go anywhere.

Other gacha games not backed by a powerhouse like Nintendo achieve far more on a smaller budget. Arknights for example has new challenges in every chapter/banner event: different terrain types that force you to think carefully about where you can place who (as units are also restricted to terrain types), environmental hazards that can either aid or harm your team like fields, healing tiles, flooding shorelines, and even weather damage from events like sandstorms. Enemies/traps can freeze you, burn you, shoot you and paralyse you, and there’s nothing you can do about it except plan around those dangers to beat stages.

Hell, even enemy types are more varied. Feh still just does generics in every single book chapter and legendary clears, with the same infantry, mage, fliers, and cavalry enemy units present in all of them with the same attacks and effects, and all of them dressed as Emblian soldiers to boot. It doesn’t matter if the OfH goes to realms literally inaccessible to mortals like dreamland, the land of light, or even HEL, we’ll still find the same stable of emblian mooks to fight with the same movesets and movement types. It was almost revolutionary when intsys introduced manakete enemies and gave the book 7 mooks snake masks to wear over their generic costumes. Meanwhile, in fgo, if we go to Rome, we fight centurions; if we go to frozen Viking-era Scandinavia, we fight frost giants, and in the 17th century Atlantic, pirates, and so on and so forth and all of them present different attacks, harmful effects, and damage dealt that need different strategies to beat them better.

Even just having a single op new unit on your team in feh can instantly mean enemy defeat, which is especially heinous in the worst, most rigid mode of all, summoner duels. That shit basically forces you to have a new banner unit plus at least one duo/harmonic on your team. The limited amount of turns to defeat an opposing side in battle isn’t as bad in flying fortresses because at least ff has hazard tiles and restrictions allowing only one duo/harmonic, plus far more freedom of movement and team building. FF doesn’t have the bullshit seasonals requirement the arena has and so you can even run older (!) units provided you’ve built them well enough and placed them in a team that has good synergy within its comp. But sd? Nahhh fuck that. Five turns compared to ff’s 7, and a goddamn limited amount of space to move in because the mode punishes you if you don’t move your characters into the designated grid fast enough, plus opposing teams being awarded extra turn movement if they use dancers, and with duos/harmonics basically being built to stall and give extra moves and award/demote extra skills to everyone on the entire goddamn map. Is sd a mandatory mode to play in? No, thank gd. Are there fun modes in feh at all? Yes, seer’s snare, which not only gives extra goodies, but also provides rest points for a team and bonus skills to keep up with the harder levels; Loki’s chess also forces opposing teams to powerscale as long as they merge and position themselves correctly. But seer’s snare isn’t available all the time while sd is far more ubiquitous, and those cycle out anyways while we’re still stuck with the crap thrown at us in the arena and story stages.

I think the biggest issue so far is that feh is ultimately built around pvp, which is never a good idea for any gacha game, period. Gacha is literally gambling! And though other games are far more famous for having worse drop rates and requiring extensive grinding (fgo, honkai, genshin, nikke, counterside, granblue fantasy), they at least do the bare minimum of not having pvp. Loot crates in overwatch and other games were banned in some countries for that reason: pvp is a huge incentiviser for gambling when it promises the latest new gear to make sure you can stay on top of the meta.

Fgo has atrocious rates but at least teams and craft essences have deployment costs that restrict you from being able to run a full five star team with all 5 star ces, plus forcing players to save their main third slot for a friend’s servant; honkai impact has strong units like the herrschers, but in a game whose play is mostly frantic button mashing, any non-story locked (which means the game provides fully levelled valkyries for you that you cannot swap out) stage can be cleared with any character you like as long as you know how to use them, plus you can also ask friends for help; Arknights also has deployment costs at a capped rate that severely limits which types of operators you can use, forcing you to have a mixed bag, and you can also ask friends for help with their own operators. Arknights, like fgo, also has non-inheritable weapons and skills for their characters and just means you have to build them instead of foddering high rarity units to them (with the exception of grinding for materials).

In fact, a distinct lack of co-op sets feh apart from the competition in a very bad way. I can understand not being able to count on co-op/help in the direct PvP modes like the arena, but for story/reward stages to not allow help is quite telling, as is the absence of deployment restrictions except in flying fortresses. Even fgo, where everyone agrees most 1-2 star servants are garbage, still forces you to have at least one on your team to progress, if not a 3 star, and quite a few low-rarity characters like Arash (my beloved) can perform just as well as any 5 star with the right investments and team build.

Mihoyo is an especially greedy company but their games at least allow co-op (with the exception of ToT but that’s another post) and being able to play with your faves instead of having a nakedly tiered system of good units vs bad units who mostly exist to sweep instead of providing synergy to a comp.

Perhaps feh wouldn’t have become so stagnant if they made it into a warriors-type game that does focus less on strategy and more on skills and crit executions (instead of the garbage we got with Nopes)—because whatever feh’s selling stopped prioritising strategy a long time ago. I’m certain I’m not the only one with these complaints; I’m sure I’ve missed a few mechanics issues here too. But I am a player, and as a player I’m baffled over the state of play and why intsys (Nintendo, but mostly intsys) is so lazy with introducing any type of qol improvements or at least address any issue at all that isn’t a “sorry we made the meta toxic” apology unit released months later that you still have to pull for to make the game playable at all.

[pangtasias-atelier]

Hello! If you're still taking requests I would like to request a very tall buff Corrin and Dimitri admiring each other(I have no idea where the brainrot for the two together came from)

Corrin has very beefy legs and ass while Dimitri being the opposite with very big arms and pecs! The two giant but Corrin being the smaller of the two

No worries bestie, brainrot for two random characters if the fucking best ahsbahbsj. Cause I've completely been there. Also like, their both hot lol.

I hope you enjoy this cause muscle fun and hot even if I still feel a lil rusty lol

Warning: This is a fetish story!

The Order of Heroes is an enormous organization. Spanning across multiple unique worlds, each distinct yet familiar world chock full of infinite diverging timelines, the myriad of Heroes that reside in the Order’s base is a clear reflection of such a wide variety of endless possibilities. The potent magic from countless years of research pooled together from far too many worlds for one to imagine, the strange magic created by the Order’s summoner had been offered unto its Heroes. Each spell different from its peers, the Heroes are a clear reflection of said magic. 

But even still, the sight of certain Heroes is still a tremendous shock to newcomers. 

Especially the sight of Faerghus’ and Valla’s kings, the two men absolute behemoths next to new Heroes while still standing imposingly tall and wide next to others.

The two men are currently seated in the mess hall, the spacious field sized room a popular destination for the entire Order. Despite its massive size that puts entire throne rooms to complete shame, the mess hall is the smaller of the two; the primary, larger mess hall is under magical renovations for the week to properly upsize and accommodate its large guests.

Several large men occupy the near to capacity dining area. Corrin and Dimitri enjoy their meal. The two are seated together, the two kings absolutely massive even when compared to most other large men.

The two are at the tail end of their lunch break. Currently, they recuperate from their light workout earlier—the affair taking up two hours of their day as they pushed themselves further and stronger beyond. 

The furniture buckles and creaks under Dimitri’s size. Being the taller one of the two men—a quarter of a foot difference between them has the comparison mean little when they tower over so many Heroes—at an astonishingly tall stature of just barely cresting nine feet tall, Dimitri’s issue with vision no longer comes from his impaired eyesight alone. The giant for a king can barely see anyone with his chest in the way, especially when so many new Heroes stand shorter than the two swollen pecs. Dimitri is incredibly broad. Each part of his body is packed with dense, hard muscles. Dimitri is completely top heavy, the blonde muscle loving giant particularly fond of his upper strength. His pecs so ponderously big, they make his defined face with a cutting jawline seem small with it in between the two rocks for muscles with his hue chest and wide, broad shoulders that jut out from its musculature. Each of Dimitri’s pecs are large enough to smother a man. His chest no longer has to struggle against too small fabric. Unable to bring himself to care, too proud to hide his own magnificence underneath nonexistent clothes that could properly cover him, Dimitri goes shirtless. His entire upper body is exposed for all to see. His pecs jut out in front of him, the two slabs of meat stacked with so much muscle that they begin to slightly splay outward from the inner crevices of where his chest should meet being pushed against each other from their sheer size. His biceps are similarly as enormous as his pecs. Dimitri’s arms are larger than a person’s torso twice over. The two ridiculously large arms even have less flexibility now with how much the bulging curves of his muscles press against his pecs. His own arm presses and rubs against itself when he moves or bends it from the width of his biceps and triceps. A good portion of Dimitri’s abdomen is covered from the jutting curvature of his tits. But the visible parts show off his defined, cutting washboard abs, each single piece of his torso bulging and teeming with power. The large chair struggling from his weight alone, the backrest also struggles to deal with his enormous size. His powerful back a landscape, the broad back practically dwarfs the furniture and causes it to bulge from his shoulder blades. Dimitri’s lower half still absolutely large, the two tree trunk sized thighs that chafe and rub against each other with step paired with a large, round bubble but packed with muscle—and that stretches and warps the fabric of his shorts which are the only article of clothing he wears—are still comparatively small to the rest of him.

Corrin is almost a mirror copy of his fellow king. The silver haired dragon is mostly different by virtue of being only a few inches shorter than him, that and his personal preference and focus on his lower body. Corrin’s upper half is no slouch when it comes to size as well, the dragon able to easily lift up and seat all six of his retainers on his bulging biceps, albeit snugly with three on each arm. The two meaty arms easily dwarf his former svelte frame. His large biceps squish against his chest. Corrin’s pecs easily make any of the women from his world’s chest seem small up next to him and his broad, statuesque 8’9” frame. Corrin’s chest incredibly large, the two pecs jut out more so to the side than right in front of him, the two large breasts wide. Corrin used to wearing a rather covering outfit, he took rather easily to showing off his immense self from his own complete lack of awareness for social boundaries. Forgoing a shirt or any bed sized fabric imitating such clothing to cover him, his body is exposed to the elements. Where a small, budding set of abs were are now a complete bulging, rippling six pack; Corrin’s abs are even accompanied by a jutting v-line that immediately draws attention to his lower half. The enormous thighs teeming with muscle also help catch people’s attention. Corrin’s lower half completely dwarfs the chair he sits on. Needing one without armrests, his immense thighs still spill off the sides of his widened seating. The two enormous thighs rival the sizes of doorways, the two thighs unable to fit through normal hallways and doors meant for new Heroes. And even for said doors, each thigh alone nearly rivals the size of them. Corrin spreads both his legs, the manspreading necessary from how much his thighs press up against each other. Corrin’s shorts are the barest amount of fabric. The thin strip of material that can barely count as shorts are completely taut. They ride up his thighs, the bulging, defined mass visible like the rest of himself. Corrin’s ass also stretches out the back of his short shorts; the fabric is unable to fully cover up his large, shapely rear. Corrin’s ass also droops off the side of his chair, the rounded asscheeks larger than his waist before becoming the titan that he is now. Corrin’s thick tail even seems small next to the rest of him, the size of Corrin next to his draconic tail making it apparent that his new size even rivals his transformed state in sheer space and strength. Especially with how massive his lower half is, Corrin’s calves jutting out behind him to fill out his thick legs that struggle slightly from walking due to the sheer size and girth of his muscular figure.

The two eating in complete silence, they finish their meal as soon as they can. The food only serves as a catalyst for strengthening their bodies for them.  And as soon as they finish the buffet sized entre needed to fuel their bodies with enough calories to work and burn off, the two men grab their near gallon sized pitcher. And with the largest amount of delicacy that the two men that resemble wild beasts can muster, they toast.

“You really pushed yourself today,” Dimitri smiles at Corrin, the praise genuine. His biceps press against his chest despite the angle he holds them at to toast. He also gets a large faceful of his own chest, the jutting pectorals taking up most of the vision of his one eye. Dimitri brings the pitcher up to his face, careful to not bump it against his massive chest which is always a difficult ordeal, and chugs the thick beverage.

Corrin laughs at the praise. He tries his best to rub the back of his head but the act is impossible for him, his bicep that’s larger than his head struggling to bend in the motion form the size of his own musculature. “Thanks. So did you though,” Corrin follows suit and drinks his shake like the two always do after a post workout meal. 

The protein shake infused with the magic that allowed the two men to grow into the absolute giants that they are now, they greedily chug down the beverage every chance they can get to bolster their muscles and boost their gains. The shake ends up guzzled in only a few quick moments. Not a single drop goes to waste, both of their gallon sized drinks cleaned dry. 

And as soon as they finish their drinks, they get up from their seats. The chairs no longer come close to breaking and cracking without nearly a ton of muscle resting on them. The two massive men look even more menacingly large standing up at their full height.

“Well, we have some time before the next event starts. Let’s get an extra workout then,” Corrin leads the way back. He walks as fast as he can, his thighs chafing despite how wide a gait he gives them by swinging his thighs past each other. His perky ass bounces behind him, his shorts shifting and slowly riding down his asscheeks as he walks. 

Dimitri gets a front row view of Corrin’s ass, his large tail barely helping in covering the slowly exposing itself rear. “You’ve really trained yourself,” Dimitri smiles. Taking a faster stride than Corrin with his smaller thighs, he places a hand on Corrin’s ass and gropes it. Dimitri’s jutting pecs press up against Corrin despite the feet of distance he has to keep between them with how much Corrin’s own ass jut out. “Your ass and thighs are incredible,” He feels the heft of Corrin’s ass in his hands with a tight grip on it.

“I’ve got to catch up to you. Most people can barely tell but I know that you’re bigger than me,” Corrin continues to walk to the closest workout room, several littered throughout the Order’s base. He holds himself from flexing, wishing to show off his size to Dimitri.

Dimitri smirks upon the praise from Corrin, the simple words comparable to a hymn sung by Order’s bards. Though the kind words don’t stop Dimitri from appraising and grabbing Corrin's ass and thighs as they walk through the halls, neither aware of the slight tremors from their heavy footsteps.

The first workout room they find is surprisingly devoid of anyone else. The one of many workout rooms is completely empty. Thankful for their luck, neither even pay attention to the half cleaned up area left in a rush, neither of the two men aware of its former occupants quickly vacating the area upon hearing the walls and smaller equipment increasingly shake with two muscular behemoths coming their way. 

“You’re rather big already. If anything, you’d be the bigger one if not for my height,” Despite the clear pride Dimitri takes in being taller than Corrin, the giant of a man still heaps praise upon him. “Just look at your thighs. I can’t help but be inspired by them. I might have to increase my workout routine,” Dimitri squats the best that he can, the stance a complete balancing act with so much muscle bunched up together. 

“I know you’re bigger than me, but I’m not gonna stand back,” Corrin smiles. He flexes for his lone audience member who grabs his thigh. Showing off the side of his thigh and ass, Corrin can’t help but laugh to himself as he looks even bigger. His laughter trickles out as he feels his shorts almost tear, the fabric now on its last legs.

“See, you’re bigger than you think,” Dimitri stands up, holding back his own laughter.

“Well look at you,” The flustered Corrin grabs Dimitri’s pecs. Only standing a bit shorter than him, Corrin’s chest pressed up against’ Dimitrr’s with how close they are. In fact, despite standing a bit away from each other, the two can’t physically get closer from their pecs. Despite Corrin’s own impressive size, Dimitri’s broad pecs that dwarf an entire person even manage to make Corrin’s chest only seem reasonably large next to his own enormous chest. “You can barely see past these huge pecs. And your biceps are larger than mine. I’m sure you’ve accidentally crushed even more things that you let on,” Corrin smiles as he moves around to the side of Dimitri and lifts his arms to rub and inspect them.

Dimitri smiles, both at the praise he receives but from it being from Corrin who clearly understands his size with how big Corrin himself is. “Then let’s work out. Who knows, maybe you’ll be the tall one eventually. It has been getting difficult to move lately,”

“Fine then,” Corrin pulls away from Dimitri. “And it has been hard. I can’t wait for the next growth spurt to kick in so we can do it all again,”

The room divided into different sections, Corrin and Dimitri immediately head to the area meant for the two of them, enormous machines that only a few can use from the even the lightest weights available being heavy enough to crush a carriage with enough force. Even with their enormous sizes, the two men don’t come close to lifting the highest weights displayed, a fact that only spurs Dimitri and Corrin to get bigger and stronger.

An idea comes to Corrin as the two situate themselves on the machines. “Let’s have a bet! First one who gets big enough to trigger their growth spurt gets to have the other help them,” Already situated, Corrin rests his feet against the pedals that hold weights higher than entire people combined.

“Fine then,” Dimitri already prepared, he starts lifting the bar that’s heavier than anyone in his world could ever imagine him lifting even with his crest’s strength back when he had some muscle compared to his current size.

The room quickly devolves into a cacophony of grunts and metal clinking as Dimitri and Corrin work out, both of the giant kings wishing to grow more muscular and best the other, the two completely content.