#hm. ill tag just in case

[sirotras]

just poking around frosty editor with veilguard is pretty neat, not all the information in the character notes can be taken as Fact of course, but its fun to see what you can get in there

based off the notes abt the inquisitor, it seems like they were at some point planned to have a more involved or direct role in the game. i get why that was probably cut for resources' sake, but i personally would have liked that

also it seems like charter was planned to be in the game, thats cool! she has an entry like most other npc's, as the liason between the inquisitor and the veilguard team

theres no way to tell when things changed over the course of development, but its neat to get a little glimpse, i think

[starheirxero]

PLEASE become evil on main your thoughts are always very interesting !! :3

Anon I need you to know I was debating just only making that one post and then biting my tongue about the rest but this ask was genuinely so relieving to see that I teared up a little bit thank you HDKSHDJD

I did, however, uhm. talk a Lot. and I'm very much being more honest about my feelings on this than I usually am, so it's going under the cut bdjshdjdnf

Ahem ahem. So. From a meta standpoint? I just have a very, very weird feeling about what's going on with tsams now that they've Also changed Lunar's name. The only information we have on what's happening is from Discord, where Kat mentioned it wasn't her choice to change Earth's name and the mods reassuring everyone that the changes are for a good reason. I've been seeing theories that the changes are to make them more sellable for merch? But I,, don't fully know why they'd have to change their own OCs for that? So idk

From a story perspective though? It doesn't make sense and it's just another vein of Lunar having no choice in what happens to them.

Just because Libra asked "do you accept this permanent name change?" doesn't mean that "no" was a valid answer, because then what would have happened? They say "actually, I like my name, Lunar feels fine" and then what? The astrals, of which are famously judgy and pushy, say "okay, we'll continue to call you Lunar then! (Even though we just said that Lunar is an unfitting astral name)" like?!?!!??? And Lunar just immediately goes home to be like "uh. I guess I have a different name now? and I don't wanna deal with two names, so just call me Cosmos too."

They didn't make this choice. And honestly! They couldn't have because Lunar wouldn't have ever changed their name of their own volition!!! You can't tell me that Lunar—the character who is known for trying to cling onto a sense of identity so hard that it causes more problems for them in the long run—would be willing to let go of their own name? That is the one thing about them that actually hasn't changed since the beginning, the one thing that's consistent in the face of everything.

Plus, on a more personal note? I had an experience with my old username where everyone was calling me a nickname derived from my url instead of my actual chosen name, and the realization that only one person was calling me my actual preferred name made me have a messy identity crisis. If Lunar wasn't just, a character who is unfortunately the subject of bad writing lately, this choice would probably hit them at some point. They'd probably have that same awful, dreadful feeling of "oh god. no one even knows me."

It's just. Earth made sense because she at least gave her own reasons. She said "yeah I'm tryna be my own person now, so I'm Terra!" but Lunar's reason was just "uh. Libra gave it to me sooo.... 👍 yup." Like. augghhh. They could have gone by both Lunar and Cosmos too if the writing wasn't being so weird but !!! ugh. deflates. it's whateverrrrr

[todayisafridaynight]

any hopes for kiwami 3? like things u wanna see added or changed stuff like that

if they dont keep kiryu's goofy walk stance and the hoof-like walk sounds i dont wanna play it

[izzy-b-hands]

15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

Tagged by @sherlockig, thank u Alexz!!

Under the cut bc I got wordy and rambly as per usual lol.

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

Kind of? In that I more or less named myself after Izzy from our flag lol. Not that I'm going to tell everyone I meet that, but it is a big part of why I stuck with it after trying it out (that, and I've always wanted a name that had the letter zed in it, silly as that may seem.)

One of my middle names (that I had been using as a first name for a few years) is after my grandfather and aunt who also have that name as their middle name.

My deadname was after an actress famous in the 90s (tho tbh my mum apparently didn't choose it for that, she chose it bc she didn't find out my gender until I was Out and then was like 'aw fuck I don't have a name for this situation' and went with the first one she saw in a book of names a nurse gave her. It was only after that she remembered the actress when I was like. 4. that she changed and started telling ppl it was after that instead.)

And technically Holden is after the book character, but mum never actually read that book (and after I described it to her, said she has no interest in doing so lmao), she just liked how the name sounded and that was the one solitary name she for sure had on hand when I was born apparently. Could have saved us all time had she just used that one for me anyway!

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Couple of nights ago. I'm doing better abt missing my cat Nisha, but my phone will toss up compilations of pics of her to mark the year/month/etc and sometimes those still get me. It popped up just before I went to bed that night and I was already so tired that I just. broke down. Bc I know she's v loved and looked after w/my mum, but I do miss her goofy lil self a lot. She was my first cat that was given to me and meant to be mine alone, and there's something abt that first pet bond I guess.

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Nope, and it's not a likely thing for me. I've said before that that happening would be in a very specific situation, wherein I'm with someone who wants to dedicate the rest of our lives to raising a child, or god forbid more than one, tho I think I'd max out at two if I managed one at all tbh (and that's not even getting into the very complex for me thing of would I want to actually be pregnant ever (probably not, absolutely terrified of dying in childbirth and don't see myself getting over that easily), we have the funds to make that happen (and give the kid a good life, not just a decent one or 'could have been worse' like my own), and we feel stable mentally, emotionally, and physically (as much as one can outside of Life Happening of course) bc having a kid means putting allll of that first for them, ahead of yourself. Or at least I think it should mean that lol.

But that situation is incredibly unlikely considering my bigger goal in life is to wind up being a third for multiple couples while also fucking any of my friends who are down for it in a big poly ENM sort of thing for lack of better/more detailed definition (I know it sounds unrealistic and maybe it is to a degree, almost definitely is lol.)

I can admit I just. don't want to uproot the life I've been trying so hard to build for myself in so many ways, to have kids. I'll happily help babysit the kids of any friends tho and be the fun uncle that buys them junk food and lets them stay up late to watch movies. I think that's about the level of parenting of any kind that I can handle for now (also tbh I burned out on parenting bc my family admits they parentified the fuck outta me with my three younger cousins. It by far could have been worse, but I spent my teens spending most of my days after school helping look after them from the newborn years and on. Unless my above uber specific scenario happens, then I've probably had my fill of parenting for my lifetime.)

4. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

I played volleyball for a few years in elementary school, and we were made to participate in a multi-school track and field thing for most of middle school every year, but I was never amazing at them. Housemate and I have figured out I likely have undiagnosed asthma tho (turns out running or going out in too cold or hot weather shouldn't instantly make you gasp, struggle to breathe, and make you taste iron in your mouth, who the fuck knew? Not me, genuinely) so I think that might have a lot to do with it.

I also enjoy tennis and badminton and would love to try rugby, but I've never played any of those beyond a hobby with family/friends.

5. DO YOU USE SARCASM?

I do! Probably too much and not always in the best situations, but I've been working for years to hone when and where it should be used so I think/hope I'm a lot better with it than I was when I was younger. Tho even then, I did get adults who found it funny when I was sarcastic bc of how adult I seemed to a lot of them (their words, not mine lmao.)

6. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

I genuinely don't know. Usually I'm too busy running my script for meeting new ppl in my head and trying to maintain Common and Expected Etiquette to really notice much right away. I have found that after a bit of time/after the initial meeting has passed, I tend to notice colours ppl wear more often than others if I see them often enough, or hair colour. But I don't know if it counts towards this question at that point lol.

7. WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

Kinda blueish grey? Some ppl say it's too grey to be blue, others that it's too blue to be grey. I had a lady at the ND DOT freak out abt not being sure if I should have blue or grey on my ID a few years back, and she finally just told me to put blue so 'she could stop feeling so confused.' Was a weird day and the first time I realised apparently they really do have a blend of both colours, enough for it to be upsetting lmao.

8. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

I can't choose between the two; I like both! I also like mixing them together when I write (a scary story with a happy ending, an ending that seems happy but is actually terrifying, so on and so forth.)

9. ANY TALENTS?

Writing? Maybe, I always list it bc it's something I know how to do and to (usually) do decently well. I can sort of draw? But not well enough that I think 'talented' would be accurate to describe how I draw lol. I'm not sure of anything else off the top of my head tbh.

10. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

In California, USA! We were there bc dad was in basic training for the Marines and then just got stuck at Camp Pendleton for years lmao (or that's how he always talks abt it anyway lmao.) Only was actually there until either: a. I was 3 months old, b. I was 6 months old or c. I was actually basically still a fresh newborn. Depends on whether you're talking to my dad, mum, or grandparents as to which answer you get, and at this point I'm genuinely uncertain as to exactly when mum left and took me to North Dakota but 6 months seems the most potentially accurate lmaooo.

11. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Writing, drawing, reading (not enough but I'm trying to remedy that), napping, watching movies/fave shows, and giffing.

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

Kind of? My cat Nisha had to stay in North Dakota after I moved, so my mum and her bf are looking after her now (and got her a little sister, a kitten who is getting so big already!, named Bella.) I help Housemate look after aer two cats as well, and I'd like to think the boys consider me like their fun uncle lol (aka I bend over backwards for them and let them steal my spot on the couch all the time, and will break out the treats if needed to corral them now and then. In my defense: they are the cutest lil baby boy cats and they deserve the world, even when they're being little gremlins lmao.)

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

Approximately somewhere between 5'3 and 5'4ish? I can't recall the last time I was actually measured, and most of the ppl I've been around were somewhere between those heights and I'm usually either slightly shorter or slightly taller than some of them, so??? I put 5'3 on my ID tho lol

14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

English bc it was easy and I liked almost everything we did in that class. All my general and more specific history courses were a close second, and my foreign language classes a close third.

15. DREAM JOB?

Ideally, I'd love to not have to work. But who wouldn't, so that said, probably something in a library or museum. I'd love to be a library page again, or help work the front desk/docent duties of a museum. Working at someplace like Mystic Seaport would be amazing too; I'd be happy to learn how to help repair/repaint ships that come in or just help do tours or look after artifacts and stuff (tbh they could hire me just to type up any random data entry work they need done for any/all depts and I'd say yes to the job offer lol.) Unfortunately there's fairly significant roadblocks to me achieving any of these jobs rn, but I like to keep them in mind, just in case.

Also, if I can have one dream job that would be even more unlikely and is slightly TMI probably but: paid third for a rich couple. I show up, look nice, [redacted], make sure they're both good for the night, then go back home to Housemate (if it wouldn't be a night they'd want me to stay over, which I wouldn't be against but also. That would require some overtime pay lol.) The chances of this one are...so unlikely it's stupid funny, but a man's allowed to have dreams right lmao?

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[mommytimmy]

hey pals, considering my favorite jason to draw is jason smoking, would you like me to tag smoking/cigarettes/tobacco?

[barebevil]

why dont you (watch arcane s1 ep5) and maybe you'll (get so horny you pass out)

[cryptidmickle]

hi your amnesiac au has me in SHAMBLES plsplspls im crying sobbing stabbing the floor

im so glad i discovered your blog 😭 your art is so lovely and nice and just. Yes. eats everythibg snd leaves no crumbs /silly

PLEASE i require more info about amnesiac au.

could this happen to the other Beasts? if it can happen to Shadow Milk, it might be possible with the others, should their Ancient counterparts get lucky with their attacks

does Shadow Milk gradually become less of an ass? does he seek answers as to Why he was so awful? does he care at all?

how horrified is he at the revelation that he was such a huge issue for the faeries + PV, if at all? he already doesn't know much about himself, so would not knowing he was such a problem, such an awful person, terrify him, considering he doesn't remember any of this?

idk. i personally would be so so incredibly horrified and terrified that i was so terrible and..well, monstrous, if i may. i kinda project onto Shadow Milk im ngl so that's probably why im saying any of this

IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG im just so,,, AAAUAGTHYBHLRHTLBFLTTKG /POS abt this entire au. hoenstly it inspires me; both your art and your ideas and concepts

hope you have a good day!! stay safe /gen

SOBS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THIS AU!!! i read all the tags on my posts btw so if any of u went crazy in there i saw it and went crazy w u. im deranged and mentally ill if u cant tell.

i would say the cracking of the souljam and loss of power is very possible for the other beasts! the amnesia however is a Very special case of pure vanilla fucking up the spell he cast

the other beasts would be depowered and much weaker, but retain their memories...... actually, would their corruption break as well since the souljam disconnected entirely from them? hm, i think redemption would be more possible if an ancient got a lucky shot, in that case

shadow milk does in fact become less of a jerk! what with no longer being secluded in a spire losing his mind and sense of identity all by himself, his personality is forced to become. eh. LESS THORNY.

pure vanilla is socializing him like a dog and he is NOT enjoying it. but i am. put that guy in situations.

shadow milk does in fact seek answers to why he did so many terrible things! he knows his... current personality isn't the greatest, but he can't imagine doing some of the things described

he feels a certain disconnect to the him others describe terrorizing them to the him of present, while he feels bad for what happened to them he doesn't really feel apologetic because was it really him? how's he supposed to know?

should he feel sorry because it technically was him, just.. evil? would that excuse it if he doesn't feel sorry at all?

this is where shadow milk and white lily have similar dilemmas because they both have previously done terrible things to others, especially pure vanilla. they feel bad about it, they dont wanna hurt him or others like that ever again

but then this is where they separate because shadow milk doesn't feel at fault, he doesn't remember doing all those things, he doesn't even know who that was! you want me to grovel forever about it? pathetic, what's done is done anyways, why not try to do something now?

white lily absolutely despises that mindset as she's competing with pv over who can hate themselves more, and she is winning. she thinks they both deserve to repent forever for their crimes but is constantly reminded of the fact that she remembers but shadow milk doesn't! she knows what she did, why she did it, it was bad and terrible, but she understands and that's what's important and she must repent for it

shadow milk doesn't know, he doesn't know anything at all and theres even more that they can't tell him as he's apparently been evil for centuries. it's hard to argue that he needs to feel bad when the personalities are truly separated.

......i went on a ramble again.

he doesn't feel bad about what he did but he is in fact, very unnerved that he may be capable of those actions again, and with pure vanilla trying to teach him to be good and kind its...... panic inducing sometimes, that maybe he can do something terrible again, that the evil is possibly just lurking under the surface and hes fooling himself and everyone around him

[would-you-punt-them]

Imagine watching a show with probably the most surface level potrayal of the message of "rich people suck and will use poor people for money" only to be like "hm. as the total anthesis of this message i should totally recreate this"

It's made even worse when you consider the fact that this isn't the first "IRL Squid Game" ever attempted, Netflix UK did one that was specifically based on the actual show in January 2023 called "Squid Game: The Challenge".

(I've seen people in the tags get these two shows confused, they are different - Beast Games is on Amazon, not Netflix, was filmed at the end of July this year, and hasn't come out yet).

But Netflix UK have their own scandal to answer for.

That original British Squid Game was also a disaster. "Beast Games" was filmed in the middle of one of Nevada's hottest Julys on record, hence why so many contestants suffered from extreme dehydration due to the lack of water. On the other hand, "Squid Game: The Challenge" was filmed during an unusually cold British January.

The players had been given coats, leg warmers, space heaters, and so on during the lead up to the game, only to have those warm clothes taken away before the first challenge began, because they needed to wear those paper thin canon-accurate Squid Game tracksuits. They weren't even allowed to zip them up, because the cameras needed to see the numbers on their shirts, and the fake blood spurting out when they were eliminated.

They then had to play Redlight-Greenlight in the blistering cold, holding poses, completely still, for increasing lengths of time (2 minutes at the start of the game, 30 in the late stages). Players starting collapsing from the cold, and had to be rescued by medics.

The game started with 456 competitors on Day 1, and ended up with 228 by Day 2.

Here's the Variety article: Inside Netflix’s ‘Squid Game’ Reality Show Disaster: ‘The Conditions Were Absolutely Inhumane’

TL;DR - Here are some choice quotes in case you want to read them:

“The second time the song played, I saw in my left peripheral vision that this girl was swaying. Then she just buckled, and you could hear her head actually hit the ground,” says Marlene. “But then someone came on the [microphone] and said to hold our positions because the game is not paused. After that, people were dropping like flies.”

Jenny, a player from outside the U.K. who had been flown in for the game, tells Variety: “I’m infuriated by the narrative that Netflix is putting out there, that only [a few] people were injured…we were all injured just by going through that experience.

“I’ve never been that cold for that long a period in my life. We couldn’t feel our feet or our toes. It was ridiculous,” she says. Jenny also claims that while the game was in production, restroom or water breaks weren’t allowed.

“Take some responsibility for the fact that you were ill-prepared for this kind of thing, with this number of people,” continues Jenny, between tears. “There were some things I guess [producers] didn’t think about, but when they saw the weather was going to be that way, they should have made adjustments.”

All three players [John, Marlene and Jenny] say they returned to the hotel between 7 p.m. and midnight without having dinner. Dinner orders had been taken at lunch, but because the game had run longer than expected, contestants were transported back to their central London hotel without having eaten. Production had ordered pizzas for those arriving, but there wasn’t enough food to go around, and some people went to bed hungry.

“In the morning, I woke up and there was a cold hamburger from McDonald’s and a side salad in front of my door that had been there for God knows how long,” says Marlene.

(Variety, Feb 3, 2023)

(Also, "Marlene and Jenny" are pseudonyms, because like Beast Game they signed NDAs.)

There are some other similarities with Beast Games - denial of bathroom breaks, lack of food, lack of water, inadequate medical care, and so on.

Netflix is denying these claims, or at least denying that they are as bad as contestants are suggesting, and said that while it was undeniably cold on set, "participants were prepared for that". Participants have claimed that they were, in fact, in no way prepared for that.

We know MrBeast has probably seen "Squid Game: The Challenge", because they've tried to one-up it. The British show originally had "the biggest cash-prize ever offered in reality TV" ($4.5 million), until Beast Games showed up with an ever bigger prize of $5 million.

So, it's not just "Jimmy recreating the Torment Nexus after watching the show "Don't recreate the Torment Nexus".

It's closer to "Jimmy recreating the Torment Nexus from the show "Don't create the Torment Nexus", after watching the show "This is what happens when you create the Torment Nexus".

[honeydazai]

୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ taking care of you when you're sick

feat.: Dazai, Chūya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma

warnings: none!

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The moment you fall sick, DAZAI gets all the more annoying, obnoxious to the core as he whines about how unfair it is that you're sick and he's not — translating to “that you don't have to go to work and he does”. He might just use your sickness as an excuse to stay at home himself; after all, when you're in this critical of a condition, he has to be by your side at all times, right? Just in case of an emergency. Surely Kunikida and the President agree.

Taking care of others or even of himself isn't what he's particularly good at, though he will pretend to be absolutely certain about cuddling being a certain cure for any illness. If you threaten to give him the cold shoulder otherwise, he'll also go to the pharmacy and buy you medication, though he will either complain about it, or he'll play it up to be his God-given mission to save his stunning girlfriend's life.

“Hm? What do you mean, bella? Of course I've got the President's 'okay' for staying at home. Taking care of you is most important, after all, don't you agree? .. Don't be mean, I am taking care of you. I made you tea just now, didn't I?"

CHŪYA really doesn't like it whenever you're sick. While he's faced a handful of way more threatening situations before, he can't help but worry when you whine about your head hurting and your throat aching, about your stomach acting up or your vision blurring. It's not his fault that you're on his mind all day — he just wants you to be well. Is that too much to ask for?

Naturally, that translates to him being awfully good when it comes to him nursing you back to health. He wouldn't describe himself as a natural caretaker, but he is, in a way; he's protective and caring by nature, and he makes sure you're relatively well before he leaves for work every day. You don't just get the best medication on the market, but also energising meals made by him with the help of authentic recipes from elderly women he found online. To not fully lose his image, he half-heartedly complains occasionally, though his words are immediately redeemed by his beaming smile when he notices you're faring better.

“Jeez, that's one annoying cold you've got. It's been, what, like two weeks now and it's still not gone. Whatever. I've found this new soup recipe, though. It looks promising enough, doesn't it? I'll try to make it for dinner.”

RANPO admittedly is rather bad at taking care of you. To be blunt, he much prefers it when you coddle and spoil him, not the other way around, though he tries in his own ways — which mostly include sharing his snacks with you and being near you despite the risk of getting infected himself.

Unfortunately, you're not spared from his usual honesty; when you look downright awful, dark circles underneath your eyes, he will tell you just that. If you flake out on any dates the two of you had planned previously, he will whine, but at least he won't hold a grudge. While he's not particularly committed to being a caretaker, he at least stays by your side and brings you medicine and painkillers.

“You should eat more, y'know. Yes, I know you're nauseous. You've said so about twenty times already. You won't feel any better until you eat and drink enough, though. That's common sense.”

Naturally, FYODOR is more than simply good at taking care of you whenever you fall ill. With his age, it's no wonder that he has quite some experience and knows of many ways to heal you, though some of them might include disgusting homebrewed potions. You're best of just not asking what they're made of if you want to have any chance in downing them.

Unfortunately, his approach to helping you regain your health is more clinical than loving. He takes wonderful care of you, but he's not the type to cuddle with you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear while you're sneezing and coughing. If you ask sweetly enough, however, he might just read you a bedtime story or two.

“What is it, dear? I was just going to get you a new glass of water. .. Ah, I see. Do you really want me to stay that badly? Alright, then. Though me remaining by your side won't give you an excuse to skip taking your medication.”

It's no surprise whatsoever that NIKOLAI is not the most caring guy, simply put, and he might just tease you about being sick throughout the whole ordeal. He can't help it; you glaring at him, exhausted and sneezing, makes him giggle. Still, he's not all bad — he revels all the more in your surprised expression when he presents you with homemade soup, a family recipe, or so he tells you, and he smiles, content, when you admit that it tastes rather lovely.

With his ability, it's easy for him to get whatever you might need, whether that's food or a cup of tea or a bucket to throw up in, from the kitchen without moving from your bedside, so be prepared to spend quite a lot of time with him in the next few days — or weeks. Though, luckily, he's there to entertain you, not the other way around; when you say you want to curl up and just sleep the sickness off, he'll just keep watch next to you, silent and calm. After all, he does want you to feel better.

“Hmm, what did you say? You like my cooking? I'm honoured, doll! You're too kind! How about a quiz about what I put in there — poison, carrots, red beet, or all three? Ah, not feeling up for it, are you? What a shame. It's all three, if you're curious. I'm just kidding, of course. Don't you worry your pretty little head.”

SIGMA is the best choice for who to go to when ill. Not only is he kind and caring, he's also responsible and organised and, if you follow every step he tells you — eat his home-cooked soup, drink this medicine, sleep for as much as possible, take hot or cold compresses, inhale water with herbal essences —, you'll be at full health again in no time.

Even though he unfortunately can't stay at home all day to be by your side — duties at the casino call, even though he'd much rather not go —, he tries to spend as much time as possible with you, telling you about what has happened that day and how much he looked forward to being home with you again while your eyes flutter closed. When you've almost fallen asleep, his lips gently press against your forehead, even if that means he risks getting sick himself.

“Are you feeling better yet? No? Well, that's to be expected. It's only been a day, after all. I've brought you some more medicine, as well as some soup. Here, give it a taste, will you?”

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☾ ᴀ/ɴ: ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏʟʟ (ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴏʟʟꜱ).

☾ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴜꜱ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛ. ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴜꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

Silly, foolish love.

Regulus seemed to be surrounded by the atrocious thing as love was in bloom at Hogwarts. Valentine’s Day was slowly approaching as February rolled in, blanketing the castle in fresh snow and an air of romantic anticipation.

And Regulus hated it.

He stalked up the endless stairs with his lanky legs to reach the rotted wooden trapdoor that led to the stuffy Divination room. If only the crystal ball would tell him how to drop out of this useless class mid-year. Walking in for the 2nd semester of the year, he saw the little magical name tags Professor Trelawney had enchanted were scrambled.

New seats.

Just fucking wonderful.

He’d gotten used to sitting next to some short, sniveling boy with bad acne and thick glasses. Such a simple, mutual understanding of silence between them. 

Regulus made his way to his new table at the back of the class. At least he could think clearly as he wasn’t seated right next to Trewlany’s five sticks of incense. Leaning over, messy black curls falling over his tired eyes, he peeks at the name on the tag next to him…Y/N. 

The new girl.

He’d never spoken to her but she didn’t seem particularly irritating, so perhaps this would be fine. 

You walk in, one of the last students, and as you take a seat, Regulus notes you smell like the fresh pines of the Forbidden Forest. Not to mention you had a pine leaf stuck in your sweater. His keen detective work led him to the conclusion that there was more to you than he had originally thought. Rather than a wallflower, you were hiding something in those focused eyes.

Those focused eyes that were now trained on him, lighting up as you gave him a little wave.

Regulus nodded in acknowledgment and turned away, letting you know he wasn’t one for small talk in case you hoped to engage in it.

The planets must’ve not been aligned in Regulus’s favor as the topic of today’s class was palm reading; particularly the line that represented love and future relationships. All in the spirit of Valentine’s Day, as Trelawny put it.

She chose the wrong holiday to become festive about.

The thing is, Regulus didn’t believe in love. He believed love was a choice. A choice he tended to avoid. He had made the decision to not get involved at all. Relationships only bring drama and heartbreak and he wanted none of it. None. Of. It. 

Also, his awkwardness welcomed zero aspects of any love, so perhaps he was slightly salty about that.

When the palm reading commenced, you turned to him, flipping your textbook to the correct page.

“It looks like the heart line is right above the head line.”

He raises an eyebrow. “But where’s the head line?”

You smile as you gently take his hand in yours and trace your finger over his heart line on his pale palm. Maybe it was a sensory issue, because his heart stopped and then started racing one thousand beats a second. It was probably just because of nerve endings leading to his heart, right? Basic human anatomy.

“Hm…I’m picking up a vibe…seems like your life shall be…” you look at Regulus, eyes wide for dramatic flare “...full of smiles and hugs! Merlin! Whatever shall you do?”

Regulus can’t help but crack a smile as he attempts to hide it with a disappointed head shake. 

“And here I thought you’d take this seriously.”

“I am dead serious, Black,” you drain your face of emotions as you stare blankly at him.

He can’t help but let out a stifled laugh as his heart picks up again. This cannot be good. He must be sick. Flu season, right?

Regulus recovered from his supposed illness by the next morning as he woke up early; washing himself with ice cold water to maintain his control and balance throughout the day. The air outside was crisp and the unrelenting chill of winter was chasing the occasional snowflakes that decided to fall. 

Perfect weather for a rejuvenating morning walk.

Truthfully, he hoped the cold would numb his spontaneous thoughts of Y/N. One little interaction and he was already spiraling.

No matter.

Everything was under control.

Until he saw you, bundled up in an endless number of layers, sitting by the lake with a little tray of watercolors, your hair gently blowing in the breeze. He just knew your nose would be a rosy shade and it’s as if his heart began an override autopilot of his body, moving his legs toward you. Of course, he was just curious as to why you were painting out in this bleak weather. Of course, it was plain curiosity. Nothing more. 

His quiet steps were given away by the frosty ground, and you looked up as he approached, his ink black hair decorated with various snowflakes, blowing around his face..

“Morning Regulus, here for another palm reading?” you grin seeing him roll his eyes. He hesitates as he doesn’t know whether he should ask before he sits down next to you. You gently pat the frosted grass next to you and he quietly takes a seat; knees to his chest.

“I don’t know if a thin black robe is the best attire for this weather, Black.”

“Hm..I suppose next time I’ll bring 20 sweaters like you,” he hums, giving you a small, lopsided smile. You scoff teasingly as you unwrap your large wool scarf from your neck, putting it around his shivering form. He looks at you with a shimmering yet unreadable emotion, before he pulls his gaze from your rosy, frigid nose to the small, pocket sized canvas you’re holding.

Your art was simplistic, yet heavenly. The soft pastel shades of the water colors blended together in perfect harmony, capturing the ethereal atmosphere of this cold, February morning. The lake shimmered with an azure shade which escaped into the baby blue tint of the cloudy sky.

You caught him staring and dug into your messenger bag, pulling out another tiny canvas and a spare brush.

“Paint with me”

He blinked at you, your gentle and inviting manner a foreign language to him. He always welcomed loneliness, but in your presence, he didn’t think being alone would ever feel the same. He’d always be yearning for someone. A specific someone. 

Merlin, he was in deep.

They sat there in a comfortable silence; the only sounds consisted of the lake lapping onto the shore and whispers of the winter winds. Regulus could get used to this. He began painting the scene, hoping to impress you with his professional art; a product of his years of art lessons with the best of the best. But he would never capture the moment like you did. Perhaps it was the lack of artistic “rules” with which you painted that made it so perfect. Perhaps it was the fact that it was you who painted it that made it so perfect. 

For perfection makes perfection.

So imagine his happiness when you gifted him your little canvas after the morning paint session. Regulus was truly at a loss for words but managed to pipe out a weak “thank you” as he gently held the little canvas as if it were a fragile artifact. He gave himself a mental reminder to learn various protective charms to perform on the small painting. Perhaps buy an impenetrable golden chamber for it? No. Platinum.

Valentine’s Day commenced with a flurry of sappy couples and atrocious public displays of affection. Regulus would’ve stayed holed up in his dorm, but how could he miss a trip to Hogsmeade? He needed to stock up on swan feather quills and dark chocolate frogs.

Yes, of course, Regulus had thought about you and perhaps conveying his feelings on this day reserved for love, but he’d rather not ruin the one beautiful thing in his life. Ever since that one early morning, you and him had been painting basically everyday. Those painting sessions are what made Regulus excited to wake up in the morning. But he wasn’t sure if you harbored the same feelings. 

Truthfully, if love was a choice, Regulus wouldn’t choose to love you. It was beautiful, yes. But it was heart wrenching; his stomach constantly felt like a twisting storm while your eyes sang a siren song that would soon bring him to his demise against the sharp rocks of love. 

That is why he pondered just releasing his emotions and letting you know his affections towards you. But Regulus was nothing if not afraid. 

Afraid of losing you.

Stupid love.

As he made his way into Hogsmeade, he noticed you strolling around with your best friend, laughing. You made eye contact with him as you gave him a little wave and a small smile. He briskly looked away as if you could read his conflicting thoughts about you behind his eyes and walked off.

Strange.. You thought.

After running his errands, Regulus decided to head back. Per usual, Valentine’s Day was a flop. They didn’t even have dark chocolate frogs in stock. Regulus sighed as he began walking back. He immediately paused in his steps as he noticed you at a pop-up flower stand, making a bouquet of white flowers. Ranunculus? Yes, it was a bouquet of Ranunculus. He had studied flower language as part of his private tutoring growing up. They represented charm and attraction. 

Charm and attraction?

Who were you charmed and attracted by? Because it certainly wasn’t him. 

Regulus scoffs to himself as he walks off, attempting to push away the gnawing feeling in his stomach. 

Until he hears your sparkling voice calling his name.

You run up to him across the frozen ground, a bouquet of Ranunculus in your hand. Quite unfortunately, the icy ground causes you to slip, and as you fall, Regulus catches you, your face pressed against his chest which is adorned with your scarf. His heart was racing so fast you were concerned he could be having a heart attack. You steady yourself, straightening your beanie, an embarrassed look on your face which immediately turns to a crestfallen expression as you notice the now crushed flowers. 

“Fuck…”

You felt like crying.

Your sadness was contagious as Regulus couldn’t bear to see his beautiful girl upset over anything. He quickly muttered a spell which brought the flowers back to life. Yes, he just  encouraged Y/N’s romantic pursuits towards another person by doing so, but if that’s what made you happy, he’d give it to you. 

Your face broke into a smile as you glanced to the side, a bit shaken at this bump in the road. 

“Thanks for saving my face from destruction, Reggie.”

“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” He smiled, always enjoying their exchanges. 

With all the insecure thoughts buzzing in your head, you decided to kill them off once and for all, and pushed the bouquet of flowers towards Regulus, unable to make eye contact with his calculating eyes. You didn’t want to see them calculate just how much of an idiot your infatuation with him made you.

“For you.”

Regulus blinked, unable to comprehend what was going on. Maybe she hit her head against his bony chest a bit too hard. He stood there gaping, as still as a rock.

You took that as a sign he wasn’t interested, and, with an internal sigh, turned the other way, looking skyward to chase the tears away. Flowers hanging limp in your hand, you were about to walk away, when you felt Regulus’s soft grip on your wrist as he coaxed you back to him.

Regulus was beaming in a way that was slightly unsettling and heart warming at the same time. There was something about seeing one’s true grin for the first time. And it was purely contagious as you grinned back at him like a lovesick fool.

Silly, foolish love.

[aventurineswife]

Helloooo could we get something cozy about Welt and/or Dan Heng with a sick Reader? Platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter. Basically, Reader had a case of stubborn allergies that they didn’t realize became a sinus infection until they started having difficulty breathing; and the next thing they know, they came down with bronchitis. Reader usually gets a little more irritated and snappy when they get sick, but this time because of the infection, they’re so tired they don’t even have the energy to get annoyed, even if March and the Trailblazer are making some kind of ruckus outside of Reader’s room. Speaking from experience, it involves a lot of sneezing and coughing, chest pain from even just breathing, and being unable to sleep despite the exhaustion. 🤧 Ugh…

Through Every Cough and Sigh

Tags: Welt x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Illness, Caretaking, Fluff, Soft Moments, Slow Burn.

A/N: I’m so sorry for what you're going through, It’s the worst when allergies turn into something worse. That constant coughing, the struggle to catch your breath, and the chest pain make everything feel so exhausting. I know it can be frustrating when you're stuck trying to sleep but can’t. Please make sure to rest as much as you can and drink plenty, even if it’s hard. I hope you feel better soon! You’ve got this! 🤧💪❤️‍🩹

You had been sneezing incessantly for days, your chest tight, your breathing shallow. But it wasn’t until your throat felt like it was closing up that you realized the situation had escalated. A persistent sinus infection had spiraled into full-blown bronchitis, leaving you exhausted and vulnerable, unable to muster even a hint of annoyance at the usual noise outside your room.

Welt, who had always carried a quiet yet unwavering sense of duty, had noticed the shift in your demeanor. You hadn’t spoken much in the past hours, only the occasional strained cough or wheeze breaking the silence. He stood at the door, hesitant for a moment before pushing it open with a quiet creak.

Inside, you lay sprawled across the bed, your face flushed with fever. You barely had the strength to lift your head when you saw Welt enter.

“Feeling worse than I expected, hm?” Welt’s voice was soft, but there was an edge of concern in it that was rare for him to show so plainly. He set a small tray of tea and medicine on the bedside table, making his way over to the chair nearby. His eyes scanned the room for anything that could make you more comfortable.

“Not like I could’ve avoided it,” you muttered weakly, your voice hoarse, but Welt could see the exhaustion in your eyes. You weren’t angry, as you usually would be. You were too tired for that.

“I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice in this. You’ve pushed yourself too hard lately,” Welt said, his tone gentle but firm. He took a seat next to the bed, lifting the cup of tea and holding it out. “Drink this. It’ll help with the cough.”

Your lips twitched into a half-hearted smile, too weak to protest. Your hands felt too heavy to lift, but you managed to grip the cup with a sigh of relief. The warmth of the tea soothed your throat, and for a moment, you felt at ease.

“I’d argue with you, but…” Your voice faltered as you took another sip, your eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion.

Welt chuckled softly, the sound rich and comforting. “You don’t have the strength to argue right now, do you?”

“Nope…” you muttered with a small sigh, still holding the cup. The room was silent for a moment, save for the sound of March and the Trailblazer’s antics outside.

Welt’s gaze softened as he watched you rest. There was an old saying that heroes often didn’t get the luxury of rest, but that didn’t apply here. He wasn’t some god or immortal; he was just a man who had lived through countless struggles, and this time, his role wasn’t to fight. It was to take care of those he cared about.

He remained by your side, his presence a comforting constant as you drifted in and out of sleep. The noise outside continued, but it didn’t seem to reach your ears. It was quiet here, in your space, with Welt there to make sure you didn’t have to face this alone.

Your struggle with your health had taken a toll. A simple allergy had snowballed into a full-blown sinus infection, and by the time you realized it, your body had started to betray you. Coughing, sneezing, and an overwhelming sense of exhaustion had replaced your usual sharpness, leaving you too tired to even feel irritated at the noise coming from outside your room.

Dan Heng had noticed the subtle signs of your illness early on, the constant sneezing, the quiet wheezes that escaped your lips. At first, he assumed you would push through it as you always did. But when the coughing became more frequent and painful, and your face grew pale from fever, he couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“[Name],” Dan Heng’s voice was low, though his concern was clear as he stepped into your room, carrying a damp cloth. He didn’t ask if you were feeling okay; it was obvious you weren’t.

You barely acknowledged him, your chest rising and falling with difficulty as you sat propped up against your pillows. You were too tired to even offer a sarcastic remark when you caught sight of him. “I’m fine,” you said weakly, though your voice cracked.

Dan Heng didn’t respond to the words. He simply set the cloth on your forehead and sat down on the edge of the bed. His eyes lingered on you for a moment, and in that brief silence, his usual cool composure slipped, revealing the smallest hint of worry.

“You need rest,” he said after a moment, his tone flat but unwavering. His hands moved to adjust the blanket over you, ensuring you were comfortable.

“I don’t have time to rest,” you replied, though it came out more as a tired murmur than the usual defiant statement. “You know how it is.”

Dan Heng didn’t speak for a moment, his eyes softening as he studied you. “You’re no good to anyone if you’re too sick to function. Let the others handle things for a while.”

You let out a defeated sigh and let your head fall back onto the pillow. “Guess you’re right,” you muttered, closing your eyes.

Dan Heng didn’t leave, staying by your side as you drifted in and out of sleep. He couldn’t help but notice how peaceful you looked when you weren’t fighting your own body, how vulnerable you seemed when you weren’t the one taking care of everyone else. He knew you would be back to your usual self soon enough, but for now, he would remain silent and watch over you.

Every now and then, you would stir, sneezing or coughing, but Dan Heng remained a quiet, steadfast presence, ensuring you had everything you needed. It was strange for him, this role of caretaker, but he found solace in it. For once, he wasn’t running from something; he was simply here, with you, making sure you were okay.

And despite the ruckus outside, the world felt smaller, quieter. Just for a moment, everything else faded away.

[imustbenuts]

nuts reading trigun in japanese 6 - kaite's foreshadowing. plant synchronization's downside

remember in my part 3 and 5 i was talking about hierarchy? surprisingly, it continues past chapter 8 with kaite. and wolfwood. triangulating nyoom

(to be honest... ive been doing these read and analysis completely blind in a 1st JP read through. so its possible ill find new nuances, get things wrong as the context shifts and changes, so my stuff looks like its scattered all over the place. sorry about that.)

i think ill start explaining names and meanings. kaite's name in japanese is kaito. カイト. this can be a homonym with i think 怪盗 (kaitou) in this case, which means phantom thief. for trying to help Neon with stealing loot from the Sand Steamer.

left bubble next to neon: 道案内は的確だったかね！？ I trust your guide has been giving you clear instructions?

^the headaches with manga translations has always been to keep texts short and reasonable for flow and readability, so these simplifications can and sometimes must happen.

but, add dakutens, the " on 2 of those カイト katakanas and suddenly, kaito turns into. ガイド gaido. Guide.

so Kaite has been playing as a guide to lead vash to his death at the hands of Neon. this page is such a fucking whammy with the wordplay going on. if you just read this in japanese theres a moment of "oh shit, no way, Kaite, vash just told you to stop betraying people! what the hell!"

yet theres a level of trust going on already, so its not as bad as it seems

nightow really likes his worldplay. i really like this page.

kaite redeems himself by later charging into the boiler room and helps turn the valve to stop the sand steamer from running off cliff and killing everyone on board....

hm. a guide. and those sequences

we sure have a lot of guides here. one who appears in the manga later with a kansai dialect. and another in TriStamp, where he is younger than he appears.

when i spoke about hierarchy and the fact that vash is over 150, i was also kind of hinting that all of current humanity are akin to children in the system of JP hierarchy. that takes on extra meaning with a little change of context and language

wolfwood is filling in the shoes of kaito here in tristamp. and within trimax, kaito foreshadows him. incredible.

theres actually more going on with wolfwood and certain design/changes choices i wanna talk about with tristamp but ill save it for another day. maybe when i run into him in this read later

Plant Synchronization downside.

....so theres a bad downside to vash synchronizing with the plant that i didn't catch. which also answers what the fuck was going on in tristamp when that version of him hits the ground

nightow mentions this in an interview, link here posted and transcribed by xoxo-otome (thank you!) that he likes action flicks and has incorporated a lot of action into his work. and its true. there is so much action in the form of sound effects.

reading through the entire manga and paying attention to the sfx peppered around offers a lot more context to whats happening in half of the panels that seemingly doesnt make sense

like this one where the top panel has "DADADADADA" sfx. so they're stomping down the corridor with their guns crossed and facing each other. the "GO OH" in the bottom panel emphasizes the sudden burst into open air. unfortunately, anyone who values their life and sanity in this economy will not want to translate trigun's sfxs 100%.

i should have paid more attention when reading trigun in english. but i didn't so here i am. in the trigunbookclub tag now doing this.

why is it important? here. this. below. when vash does his plant thing with his sister:

see those heart panels? i tried searching real quick but nobody seems to have pointed this out. i havent seen this in EN fanfics. maybe i missed it. maybe im stupid:

thats Dokun, the sound effect of a heart thumping. as vash synchronizes, the heart panels with the same sound effect appear, but they gradually split apart further with ellipses "..." to signify his heart beat slowing down. and down. and down....

Dokun, do kun, do... kun....

then the wings comes out. and the panel below it:

sfx: PIIIIIIIIIII

breathes. a FLAT LINE.

aaaaaaAA?!

何かなんだかわかりません I'm not sure what's going on. とにかくプラントの動きは一切止まっています But the Plant's movement has completely stopped. 同時に男にも呼吸　心音ともに停止してます It's the same with that man. His breathing and heartbeat sounds like it's stopped with the plant too.

AAAAA?!!?! the も means vash is in the same state as the plant?

i.... um. um.,, ANYWAY-

AAAAAAAAAAAA?! HUH?! HUH??? HUH?!

is THIS why he has a metal grate over his heart? something happened and he an an operation on his heart???? by some engineer maybe? what? huh? am i reading this wrong? what? wait, hello? HEY!!!

what the fuck. okAY--?!

and then he just. pretends like nothing's happened. doesnt tell kaito anything. and he leaves the Sand Steamer.

and im going to have to sleep bc its 5 am now and pretend like i didnt just realize something this big right in front of my eyes during the first read.

[alexa-yukiyu]

Chilly Prisioner ( Kuzan x Hellhound!gn!Reader)

A/N Here we are with another dark ish one, and first one with out freeze lord, I already have a part two maybeee a part three? I just have to exit them, depending on how you guys like it ill speed those up.

Part 2

This is a testrun on a hybrid oc with reader? ‘Reader’ is replaced with Dokusha here wich stands for Reader in japanese, let me know your thoughts on it afterwards, just trying new things and maybe finding a balance for including both Oc and reader without leaning too far in either direction but I also don’t want to like you know try that and fail at appealing to both so let me know, though that begs the question what should I advertise it at, eg, Kuzan x reader or Kuzan x oc?

Dividers by @/saradika

They roll their eyes, watching as Kuzan enters the Ship’s dungeon, approaching the cell where they were held and dropping himself to the ground in a lazy manner

“What do you want? I told that captain of yours already I have no intention of helping you and your rag-tag group of idiots

“Ara, Ara, are all hellhounds this uptight? I don't care about that. I'm not here to talk business; I'm just here cause I have nothing else to do right now. I just wanna chill and chat a bit."

They scoff

“You can’t stay silent forever. Besides, isn’t talking to me better than just sitting in a dark dungeon and doing nothing?”

They look away from him, ignoring him entirely

“Fine, if you wanna sulk, I’ll just sit here and relax.

“I’ve got nowhere to go, nothing to do. So I don’t mind just sitting here for as long as I need to. I can just wait for you to get bored of your grudge and start talking to me like a normal person.” they glance at Dokusha for a while

“Hellhounds are supposed to be resistant to fire, right?”

They glance at them for a second at his words but look away quickly, returning to ignoring him, hoping he will eventually give up

“Wonder how you would fare with the cold?” he stated

They wince as the room’s temperature quickly drops as ice begins covering the cell

“Hm, pretty sensitive, it seems,” he mumbled.

He then stood up and got up close to the cell bars.”

“You know, I’m kinda wondering what are you so sour about?”

They glare up at him, trying to keep their flaming ears and tail out of the ice

“you kidnapped me for no clear reason, you threw me in a cell and drugged me so I can’t use my fire at all, and now you're trying to freeze me to force me to talk to you because you ‘are bored,’ so you tell me Kuzan.”

“Hm, you’re quite feisty, aren’t you.”It was mean what you did, trying to set the entire ship on fire; I had to take some measures to keep you in check. Besides, you have a pretty dangerous power; it should be evident that we can’t just let you out to roam freely.” he stated, glancing at the shivering hellhound

“It was self defense” they growl

“You know, I’m not going to let you go. Even if I have to freeze you entirely, so you can either start talking right now, and I’ll lower my guard a bit. Or you can continue to sulk, and I’ll just freeze this cell completely. Your choice, really.” He tells them ignoring their outburst

They start inching backward as the ice begins approaching them, chills running down their skin

His eyes narrow as he watches them inching backward.

“The cold getting to you?”

Another gust of cold air surrounds them as the frost grows closer, almost touching their skin.

“You know I can easily unfreeze people, but I wonder if that's the case here; seeing how you’re trying so hard to protect those flames of yours, im guessing it’s game over for you if I put your fire out, so I would reconsider your choice and soon”

They growl, making their flames bigger, attempting to ward off the ice, a panicked look growing on their face as the flame flickered until only small flames remained

“The drugs I gave you are pretty potent; I would like to see you maintain those flames.”

His hands spread, and the air got colder, the frost growing faster now.

“So… are you ready to talk now?”

“Don’t you have anything you should be doing?”

“Nah, I told you, I have nothing to do now. So I’m just chilling here.”

His tone is laid back as if nothing is a problem

“Besides, the way I see it, I’m doing a nice thing and keeping you company. I’ve been told I’m quite the interesting and charming person.”

They groan as the ice reaches them, slowly freezing their feet and making its way up

He watches the frosts slowly creep up their body.

“Hm, it seems you’re not going to cooperate. Too bad.”

His hand gestures towards them, and another burst of frost shoots toward them, making the ice crawl up to their ankles and up their legs.

“All im asking is for you to talk to me and answer some questions.”

They shake their head, a cloud escaping them each time they took a breath as the temperature continues dropping; unable to move their legs, they hug their tail tighter, trying to protect the blue flame on it’s tip

“You know when I said I was going to freeze you entirely. I wasn’t kidding. I can do that and more.

I’m sure those flames must mean a lot to you, right? What would happen if, say, I were to extinguish them?”

Kuzan pauses, and the ice stops crawling up further.

“So, Would you like to talk now?”

I lowkey feel like idk, like Dokusha’s personality is not consistent? Or maybe it’s Kuzan’s personality that dosent quite fit and jumps all around the place, thoughts?

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@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[jaysswlvrr]

Bratty Baby... (teaser)

He turns his head to look at you when the traffic light turn red, and your eyes meet instantly. Now your thinking of how to apologise, but you just wont let the little bratty self in you do it. In any case right now, he should be apologising.

"You have something to say?, I mean you practically swore at me and pushed me" never breaking the eye contact with your big, doey eyes, as if he knew what you were thinking.

"Your not going to apologise are you?, you never will" he laughs a little at your obstinacy.

"m'k, ill just have to make you apologise isn't it?, just shove my cock into you and you suddenly start acting like a 'good girl' hm?" he says whilst driving again. "Then you'll listen wont you?, make you sob and cry until you apologise for being naughty again *sigh* c'mon y/n you know better."

(If anyone wants to be tagged please let me know before its too late!)

[dragons-clause]

The Dragon's Clause

Sabo x Fem Reader CW: Forced marriage, intrigue, character death, fantasy violence, blood, magic, language, smut, 18+ mdni

Tag List: @mfreedomstuff @manachiichan

Chapter 9: This Tea is -

Your demonstration for Koala had turned into a spar with one of the knights, which had turned into a spar with two, three, and then all of them before the day was out. In the end you’d begun to instruct them, as you had bested each easily and felt it was only right to help them. Instruction also gave you a couple days to recover.

You’d been keeping up with your practicing, but practicing alone and sparring with actual human partners were two very different things. After the first knight had lost, the others hadn’t gone easy on you, but even by the time you had gotten to the last, you still barely had enough left to tend to yourself. It was nice to be able to push yourself like that.

The entire thing had been a good bonding exercise at the end of it all. What had been tense for a few moments turned into actual camaraderie when all was said and done. You’d even taken your meal with the other knights before returning to your quarters afterward. Koala had been there the entire time, she hadn’t stepped in to stop anything, and hadn’t even flinched when you’d decided to eat with them. The almost constant warm smile on her face made it hard to read her, but she didn’t patronize you, or speak against your decisions, so you weren’t too worried about it.

You were certain that Koala’s attentiveness to you and your needs wasn’t just a show of good manners on her part, or even an order from the Duke. She was likely keeping an eye on you, just as much as she was attending to you, and you couldn’t fault her for it. Everything surrounding your arrival was rushed and uncomfortable, and even the estate’s swift reactions weren’t enough to take the edge off how fast it was all happening.

Even to you it looked very much like the King had rushed his son off to the Northern border, understaffed and ill-prepared, specifically to drop some manner of fiance in his lap. In this case it had also served him a few other purposes as well, because now you weren’t the King’s problem anymore, and he had reason to complain to your Uncle.

You hadn’t heard anything from him since you arrived, but you weren’t expecting anything as it was. Even if he wanted to blame you for King Outlook’s reaction, there wasn’t anything you could do, and there wasn’t anything he could do to you because of it. He’d be more apt to scrawl his frustrations out on a piece of paper and light it on fire, instead of wasting money having it delivered to you, just so you could set it on fire and be rid of it.

From demonstration, to spar, to teaching, to something almost like a routine. When you were done with your morning routine, Koala met you in your quarters.

“Good morning Lady Lulusia,” she greets you same as always, but there’s something extra in her voice this morning.

“Indeed, Koala.” You reply, a smile pulling at your lips. “What has you in such a chipper mood today, if I may ask?”

“Ah, I’ve been found out.” She chimes, helping you to get cleaned up. “The Grand Duke has returned this morning. He’s currently handling some business in his office, but after breakfast I’ll have you both in the main tea room to finally meet.”

“Oh, hm.” You aren’t really sure how to react. You knew he wasn’t going to be away much longer, but you were already used to the place without him in it. “Since he has work to attend to, I’m assuming we needn’t rush?”

“Precisely.” Koala assures you. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to know?”

You consider it a moment and shake your head. “No, all the rumors I’ve heard until now haven’t stood up to what I’ve experienced since I arrived. I’ve no need to put any stock in them, but I also don’t want your loyalty to color my impression of him.” You sigh a little as Koala washes your hair. “At least no more than it already has.”

She hums positively, and the two of you continued things in relative silence. You didn’t even have to ask her to keep things simple in terms of your clothes and your hair, she was already on the same page. Whether it was because she knew it’s what you’d prefer, or because she knew it was because the Duke would prefer it, you weren’t sure.

Asking would give you more information than you wanted, so you just let it be.

After a nice breakfast you were escorted to the previously mentioned tea room. You’d seen it before when you’d gotten a tour of the estate from Hack. This one was specifically for the Duke’s use, and while he could allow others to make use of it, there were enough other tea rooms, and rooms in general, that no one had ever asked. It was a little more informal than his office, but the room was tailored to the Duke’s preferences.

How the room looked was really the only true impression you had of Duke Sabo, and it didn’t make you uncomfortable. It faced the morning sun, and was kept cooler in the afternoon by being in the shade at that point. Sheer curtains were drawn to diffuse any harsh light, but the use of lighter woods in the decorations allowed the sunlight to keep the room relatively bright. A gas glass chandelier, more function than form, helped bring more light into the room, but it was meant for tea and snacks, and wasn’t really bright like a reading desk or a room with more direct sunlight.

Still, it wasn’t so dark as to force your eyes to adjust, and it was comfortable in the sense that it wasn’t too warm or cold in the room.

A moment after Koala left you in the room, Hack came in with a tray with a teapot and cups on it, followed by a kitchen made who was pushing a small cart with some snacks on it, and hot water for the tea. You took a seat on the sofa facing the door and thanked Hack as he made a fresh pot of tea right there.

After unloading her cart, the kitchen maid left, and the Duke entered just as Hack was pouring tea for the two of you. He was tall, but not towering in his height. His clothes gave him a slender look, but you knew the illusion for what it was. Loose waves of sun-kissed hair framed his face, more so on the left side. A means for covering the scar there.

You’d heard the title Scarred Beast of the North, but there was no monster standing across from you. A young duke who carried the scars of his station, perhaps, but nothing worse than that. The way he seemed to style his very hair to limit the possible discomfort of his scar spoke of a kindness that didn’t level with a lot of the rumors you had heard.

A twist of guilt slipped softly through you, the scar had to be painful, but you didn’t feel it detracted from his looks in the least.

“Grand Duke Sabo Eldgard de Goa,” you say, inclining your head but staying seated.

“Lady A’tana Écaille de Lulusia,” he replies, thanking Hack and dismissing the butler as he seats himself across from you. For a moment you’re not sure you’re convinced he’s the biological son at all. His golden hair is similar to his mother’s, certainly, but the way he carries himself is almost at odds with the rest of the royal family. The smile on his face is kind, or at least inviting, and there’s something guarded behind it.

You’ve seen more complexity in his tone and his face in seconds than you’d seen in his family over the course of your stay with them. You’ve also certainly seen more kindness from him, given that you aren’t currently standing in the dining room watching him eat breakfast while you, yourself, are denied.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” You say as he takes a sip of tea.

“My apologies for making you wait so long.” He offers.

“Your capable staff made it feel like no time at all had passed,” you reply, after taking a sip of tea yourself. “I’m also aware of what kept you, and guarding the border is an honorable vocation.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he says, a smile pulling at his lips. “It seems my father has put you in quite the predicament.”

You look up into blue eyes that seem determined to pierce your soul if you’d allow it and shift your gaze away. Keeping an eye on the delicious cup of tea before you is a far safer option, lest the young Duke learn all there is to know about you from a single gaze.

“If your father’s words are true, my situation is the fault of my Uncle.” You clarify.

“Regardless, it’s an unfair position for you to be in. I’m sure I can convince my father to allow you to return to your family in Lulusia.” He offers.

You flinch despite your efforts, setting the saucer and the teacup on the table carefully. Perhaps he wasn’t so different from the rest of his family. It was possible the Duke simply had no desire to marry at all, and was pushing back against the pressure of king and country in the matter of producing an heir. However, your lineage wasn’t a secret, and you had no doubt he was aware of it from the moment news reached Goa about your journey from Lulusia to their capital.

Your father had vouched for the validity of your blood, but when you hadn’t been able to marry before his death there was no one else to speak for you. Titles and land followed fathers and sons, and with no living ties for you, there was no one honorable to speak up.

It was how you’d gone from princess to lady in waiting, and how you’d gone from that to effectively becoming a sacrifice.

You should be relieved. If the Duke meant to see you returned to Lulusia, then his father would certainly make good on his word, stripping you of your title and all things connected to it. You’d be able to head to the Dawn Kingdom and become a border knight.

Everything you wanted.

But it also felt like you were being dismissed before you’d even been given a chance. Whether it was because of your blood or something else, it didn’t matter. It twisted inside you and left a sour taste in your mouth.

 “Nobility rarely have a choice regarding their partners.” You respond evenly. “But I understand any misgivings you would have.”

“Misgivings I would have?”

“I was a lady in waiting just a few weeks ago. Hardly a -.” You stop and take a breath, you can feel yourself losing your hold on your emotions. You didn’t want to admit it, but you liked it here. The staff were friendlier than those in your own home, and leaps beyond what you’d experienced with the King of Goa. “My apologies, I just mean that I’m not in a position to provide you anything in return. There’s not an objectively good reason for this union, so I understand your misgivings.”

The silence hangs heavy between you, and even as good as Hack’s tea is, it’s not enough to smooth out the feeling in the air. You don’t know how much of it you can take, but once you finish your cup of tea you can excuse yourself without being rude.

“I should be the one apologizing,” Sabo says after a moment. “I think there’s a bit of a misunderstanding between us, and it seems to be more my fault than anything else.” The light tone of his voice causes you to pull your gaze up and catch a surprisingly sheepish look on the Duke’s face.

“Allow me a moment to clear the air, before you leave… please.” He requests, and after a beat you nod your head, sitting back in your seat.

“My father has a habit of sending fiancées to my front door who only desire the coffers within the estate, and the power that it, and the title, bestows. They are, more than not, loyal to my parents, and know little of me beyond the rumors of the court, which I can assure you are more colorful and varied than what you’ve heard in Lulusia.

“Most couldn’t even handle Koala, and left before ever even really meeting me.” He admits with a smile. “My staff do not suffer fools, nor do they take kindly to attempts of bribery.”

The look he gives you is apologetic. “When you were announced I didn’t know what to think. You were from Lulusia, and last I had heard, were to be wed to my brother. All I knew was that you were now, by my father’s decree, my fiance, and residing at my estate. But within a few days you had won over Koala and Hack, and by the time I was able to return I wasn’t sure if I was the master of my own home anymore.” The smile on his face is relaxed, and amused more than anything else.

“Especially not after seeing my supposed fiance in the training grounds, giving pointers to my guards.”

You couldn’t stop the heat that rose in your face, looking away a little and pressing your lips together. You hadn’t noticed his presence, and either he had been too far away or you had been too engrossed in your task this morning. Something inspired you to test the waters, and your admonishment turned into a smile.

“Perhaps if your Grace had invested more time in training his guard.” You offer. There’s playfulness in your tone, an expression on your face that’s far from condescending, but it’s a dangerous game to poke a Grand Duke in any kingdom.

Sabo’s face breaks completely, shock scrawled across it. He recovers quickly, clearing his throat and trying to look irritated by it. “I have, perhaps, been lax in training the estate guards, but quite frankly there’s good reason for that.”

“Oh?” You prompt, emboldened by his reaction.

“Mm,” he hums, a sly smile replacing the irritation. “That, however, is a secret, Lady Lulusia.”

“I see. Shall I cease with training your guards then?” You question, glancing up at him after you pour yourself some more tea.

“I wouldn’t dream to deny you something that is bringing you joy.” He answers evenly, his demeanor back to normal. “In light of avoiding any further misunderstandings, am I correct in assuming that it would be prudent for plans to be made for an engagement party?”

Your nose crinkles despite your efforts but you nod. “Such would be proper.” You agree. “It would also be my debut in high society, as I did not have a débutante ball when I was younger.” You admit. Most young noble girls debuted at some point between fifteen and nineteen years of age.

Factors included things like older or younger siblings, educational needs, personal development and the individual themselves. Sometimes royal events would delay someone’s debut, but the average age was seventeen for most noble children.

“I shall leave it to you then, my lady, if you desire two parties, or-.” Sabo’s question dies on his lips as you shake your head.

“One is more than sufficient, your grace.” You reply a little more hastily than was proper.

“It seems the lady is not a fan of parties.” You can hear the amusement in his voice, the slip of a smile on his lips looking far more mischievous than it has any right to.

“I wouldn’t go so far as to say I loathe them,” you admit, taking a sip of tea. “But they are a function of this life, and not precisely an enjoyment of it.”

“Training guards, however, is an enjoyment?” He questions.

You pause. There hasn’t been any hostility in his words when he references your enjoyment of swordplay, but you’re well-aware of the way it’s viewed for a lady to enjoy such things. Especially over more typical hobbies like embroidery and music - not that you were bad at either, but your passion was what it was.

“There is enjoyment in the art of the sword itself, your grace.” You answer honestly. “As well, there is enjoyment in teaching on its own. Being able to partake in two kinds of enjoyment at once has been a pleasure I hadn’t known before now.”

“… Is there anything else you enjoy?”

“Reading.” You answer, giving him a warm smile. “Hack has already shown me the library here, and I’ve been enjoying reading in the evenings.”

“A scholar and a warrior.” Sabo says, and there’s no hint of sarcasm in his voice. The sincerity nearly makes you blush, but instead you sit quietly for a moment. The silence this time is far more comfortable and decidedly less oppressive.

“I would, if you are amenable to it, love to spar with you myself.” He requests after a moment. “Not that you should feel required to do so, by any means.”

“Tomorrow morning, perhaps?” You prompt and he smiles.

“Tomorrow morning then.”

[quags1re]

ur latest snippet OH MY GOD. okay 1. I’m stupid for assuming that it’s the new world/universe since the Faerghus wedding could be the other tagged relationship (Felix/sylvain) which, yay!!! Happy pride!! And 2. If this is the old route, Byleth, whom is already married, castrated someone???? Good for him, that man probably deserved it. Still doesn’t explain the whole suitor thing, but again it could just be rumours spreading amongst the common folk (I would do the same thing tbh), and who’s to say a suitor??? Maybe she needs him for other reasons.

okay. So while I was typing that I realized that if this is the old world, Edelgard should be dead 😭 what the fuck. Who is the emperor 😭 is this even the old world I’m losing my marbles. This can’t be the new world??? WAIT WAIT UNLESS BYLETH CAME BACK TO THE NEW WORLD??? THATS WHY HE SAID “IM MARRIED”?? ITS THE ONLY WAY BC IF EDELGARD IS ALIVE ITS SOTHIS INHABITING HER BODY WHICH IS WHY SHES LOOKING FOR HIM SINCE SHE WASNT PRIVY TO HIS LOCATION WHEN THE LIONS HID BYLETH?? How did Byleth not lose his mind??? That man was NOT stable before travelling back to the old world he was genuinely tweaking. To go back to the new world would mean that he’s separated from his og lions and HUSBAND a second time…is he okay?? Is he sane??

man idk 😭 I really am losing my shit here just how much time passed exactly…anyways author u have no idea how excited I am for the next update my fingers are actually twitching rn

-a reader that cannot move on

AHSHAHSJSGSHSSHSG. WELL. SINCE YOURE SO SWEET ILL LET U KNOW THAT YOURE RIGHT ABOUT SOME THINGS. what things they are.... hm you'll have to wait and see

in any case im not even sure byleth was sane before all that went down and i wrote him lol. thank you for your anon!