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[mochinomnoms]

Hiii! For the Hanahaki event can I request Vil (romantic) with prompt #7? A gender neutral reader would be appreciated, thanks!!

Also if youre up for it maybe prompt #12 with Ace (Platonic) with the reader’s object of affection still being Vil? This prompt with Ace is too funny for me to ignore I just HAVE to sneak him in 😭😭

vil schoenheit, platonic!ace trappola x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, humor, semi enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, sickenly sweet [wc} – 3,458 prompt 7: “I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but wearing petals in your hair is a whole new level of fashion statement.” prompt 12: "No, I haven't been growing marigolds out of my ass. Why would you even ask that?!” note - writing this was surprisingly hard. but i got it and i think it's very cute, i just hope Vil is mostly in character :skull: also i don't know german so idk if the nickname is an accurate translation! comments loved and appreciated! a floral inconvenience

Marigold: often used during festivals like Diwali and Navratri, marigolds symbolize purity, auspiciousness, and the divine.

You were going to murder him. 

“Heyyyyyy Prefect!” Ace gave you a cheeky grin as he held your glass bottle of very expensive salicylic acid serum, balancing it precariously between his fingers. “What about this? Can I take this—whoops!”

“ACE!”

You shrieked as the bottle slipped from his fingers, only to be caught by his other hand, an infuriating grin still on his hand. 

“Hehe, relax! I’m just messing around—oh shit!” The bottle slipped again from his fingers as a now panicked Ace scrambled to capture it. “Oop. Got it. It’s fine.”

“Oh my gooooooooood, Ace, I’m going to fucking kill you, give that back!” You snatched the bottle from his hands, giving him a good kick behind the knees as you walked past him. 

“Owwwww, Prefect, why are you so mean to me?” Ace pouted as you put your serum back on your desk with the rest of the skincare Vil had gifted everyone at the start of the SDC training. Ace continued whining as he packed his bags to go back to Heartslabyul, being left behind by Deuce who went to get snacks from Sam’s with Epel. 

He felt bad that all the food you had was cursed by Vil at the beginning. 

“It’s almost like you want me out of your dorm, kinda rude, you know.”

“You know what’s rude?” You smacked down the pillow Ace threw your way as you huffed, “Your face. Ugly ass, you know you had a room next door, how’d all your stuff end up in my room?”

Ace shrugged as he shoved his wrapped up sweater into the now bulky backpack he’d brought over, throwing himself onto your bed and grunting as he bounced on the squeaky frame. 

“I don’t know, how’d you burn the Queen of Hearts’s statue—”

“That was you—”

“—the world will never know.” 

You rolled you eyes as you laid on your stomach next to him, hugging a spare pillow to your face. Closing your eyes, you sighed as the events of the last few weeks replayed in your head. Between acting as manager for the SDC group, to barely keeping up with classes, to Vil’s overblot, you were utterly exhausted. Speaking of Vil…

“Ah, that’s right, I should check on Vil before he leaves. I wonder if he’s doing okay?”

“With you at his beck and call? Perfectly fine, I guarantee you.” Ace yelped as you smacked his side, giving him a red-faced glare. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ace turned on his side with a teasing smirk. The kind of smirk he gave you whenever he wanted to fluster and embarrass you in front of your friends and teachers. 

“It means whatever you want it to mean. Maybe someone should consider not acting like a little kid with a crush whenever they’re around Vil—owowowowowow—stop hitting me!”

You pounded your fists onto Ace’s sides and back as he tried to roll away from your reach, arms cradling his head in meek protection. He managed to roll off the bed, turning over to look at you briefly to stick his tongue out and politely flip you off. Ace let out a small shriek as you launched off the bed after him, running out of the room into the hall and turning into a goosechase. You could practically hear the yakety sax song playing in your head as the two of you pushed past Jamil and Kalim, the former crying out at you in annoyance. 

“Watch it!”

Ace practically threw himself down the stairs, jumping past four whole steps, using the banister to whip him around into the main hallway where he ran into the living room. Finally catching up to him, Ace positioned the coffee table between you two as he continued egging you on. 

“Ayeeeeeee, embarrassed Prefect? Gonna throw a fit?” Ace let out a low cackle as you both shifted around the table. 

“Gonna throw your ass into the fucking sun, little bitch ass! You got something to say then fucking say it!” 

Ace snorted as he pointed behind you. “You’re one to talk, you wanna talk about the marigolds coming from behind you? It’s like you’re growing a garden out of your ass, wanna talk about that?”

“The fuck? I haven't been growing marigolds out of my ass. The hell you’re talking about,” You turned your head to look behind you, still growling at him now with confusion. “Why would you even ask that—WHAT THE FUCK!?”

You hissed as you jumped backwards into the table, the edges jamming into your skin. Behind you had been a long trail of beautiful, shimmering orange flowers. Upon closer inspection, you were pretty sure they were marigolds. 

“...Ace, this is your fault.” 

“What! Nuh-uh, I’m not the only with flower sickness—”

“The fuck is flower sickness?”

“You know, hanahaki? The love disease? How do you not know what flower sickness is, it’s like basic 8th grade bio—”

“I didn’t go to school here, dumbass!”

Ace’s mouth formed an ‘oh’ shape as he remembered. “Oooooh yeah, I forgot.”

“Forgot what? You little potatoes are acting awfully rowdy so early in the morning.”

You looked up to see Vil standing in the hallway, a bemused Rook behind him inspecting the flowers on the ground. Vil briefly made eye contact with you, both of your sharing a small smile before an irritating, itchy feeling made its way in your throat. 

You felt a hand pack your back as you started roughly coughing up several bunches of marigolds into your hands as Ace grimaced. 

“I forgot that they’re not from here, so they got no clue about hanahaki…or any other illness…huh it’s kinda a miracle they haven’t gotten sick from something else yet.” Ace hummed, as he leaned down to look at your face. 

You made eye contact with your peripheral vision, motioning Ace to lean closer into you and horasely whispered, “Come… closer…”

Confused, Ace obliged, ear up to your lips, giving you the perfect opportunity to sock him straight in the gut. Your dear, beloved friend gagged from the pressure, hands cradling his stomach as he fell to his knees, groaning in pain. 

“Y/N…” Vil sighed in exasperation, walking over to give you a gentle flick in your forehead as he chastised you. 

“It’s unbecoming of a friend of mine to be so belligerent, do you really have to be so crass with all your friends?”

You clicked your tongue, licking the spit from your lips. “I’m not with you, besides Ace deserves it, you know how he is.”

“Mm-hmm, and how long have you been coughing out the flowers, meine Süße?”

A pleasant warmth flooded your cheeks at the nickname. You choose to ignore the tickling sensation of marigolds growing from the tops of your head, which instead formed into sneezing fits. 

“I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but wearing petals in your hair is a whole new level of fashion statement.” He remarked, leaning down to observe the blooms. “Now, answer my question, meine Süße.”

“Achooo! Ugh,” You sniffled as you replied, “Um, not that long—achoo!—ago, ugh. Just today—”

“Ah! The little trickster started expelling the belles fleurs approximately a month and a half ago!” Rook chirped, a little too happily for your tastes. “Two weeks after we began training for the SDC.” 

Vil let out another sigh as you whipped your head to glare at Rook, hissing out, “What. The. Fuck.”

“Excuse me?! Language Y/N!” Vil barked at you, making you flinch and burst into another coughing fit. Noticing this, he softened his voice, though the blonde still sounded angry.

“That’s nearly two months with the flower sickness, have you been taking potions to help with the symptoms?” 

You shook your head, clearing your throat. “Ahem, no, uh. I didn’t know that there was medicine for this kinda thing, haaaaa I just figured I was being pranked by someone.”

You heard a snort behind you as Ace stood back up, grumbling, “Of course you would, dumbass.” 

“I will actually kill you—”

“You will actually not.” Vil placed a gentle hand on your upper back, guiding you to the front door. “Rook, ensure everyone packs up and cleans their mess by the time we get back, I believe Kalim may still need help packing up.”

“Oui! How kind of you Vil to escort our lovely Trickster to get them a remedy for their affliction!” 

Rolling your eyes, you let Vil guide you out of the dorm, calling out to Ace, “Don’t forget to grab the rest of your stuff, it’s still in my room!” 

“Okayyy!” 

With that, the door shut behind you two as you began a pleasant walk over to what you assumed would be Sam’s shop. A pregnant silence fell over you two as you walked down the pathway leading to main street, having to maneuver past the alchemy building and botanical gardens. You were hyper conscious about his hand that remained on your back, which is when you started another coughing fit. 

“Oh you poor dear, did you really have no clue what was going on all this time?” Vil spoke to you in that soft tone that he’d been reserving for you since you first became friends, a few months ago. You’d gone into the Film Research Club interested in working as a stagehand, plus you had a good working knowledge costume design and general clothes repair, which was sorely needed. 

It’d been an incredibly rocky acquaintanceship at first, as Vil made subtle, snide remarks on your disheveled appearance, while you shot back with loud, brass comments on his ‘Regina George wannabe’ act. Now, he didn’t know who Regina George was back then, but took offense that a ‘dirty, lumpy potato would have the audacity to insult him’. 

He only kept you on in the club because no one ever willingly signed up for backstage work, and you only requested free access to spare cloth and sewing materials to fix your clothes. Vil was also more than happy to point out how scruffy the patches all over your uniforms made you look: 

“You certainly fix the part of the ramshackle Prefect, now don’t you?”

Though, looking back on it now, you’re pretty sure he wasn’t aware that everything of yours was either found in Ramshackle’s attic or bought with the meager allowance Crowley gave you. Shortly before finals, Vil found you crying in an isolated part of backstage because another first-year permanently bleached your only jacket during a botched potions class.

“What’s going on back here, practice your scenes upfront with the rest of us, I don’t care how ugly you look crying—Prefect?”

You jumped, scrambling to get back up from the dusty corner you’d shoved yourself into. You awkwardly wiped the tears from your face, wrapping your arms around yourself as you gave Vil a feeble glare.

“What do you want Vil, I already told the others that their costumes wouldn’t be ready yet, if you want me to get stuff done, you gotta stop annoying me—”

“You’ve been crying.” His simple statement shut you up, as he approached you with a firm look on his face.

“…Yeah, stating the obvious much?” you muttered back, finding the scuff marks on the ground very interesting. Vil let out a sigh, reaching into his jacket to take out an off-white, embroidered handkerchief.

“I’m trying to be sympathetic. Ugh, you’re all red and puffy, let me see.” Vil tipped your chin up with his fingertips, gently patting at the tear streaks on your cheeks. “You look worse than normal…is the red bleach stain on your uniform meant to be a fashion statement?”

Pausing at the stuttering breath you took, sniffling, you answered, “No, some dumba—”

“Language”

“—Some jerk,” you drawled, “from my last class messed up his potion, and it got all over me. Stained my only jacket, right when it starts snowing, too.”

Vil raised a brow at you, leaning back once he was satisfied with your dried cheek.

“Only one? Even Ruggie has a few spare uniform jackets from Leona, did you seriously not think ahead to purchase a spare?”

You half-laughed, half-scoffed at his statement.

“You think Crowley gives me enough money to buy another jacket for his bougie ass—I mean, fancy, school? I barely have enough to feed myself and Grim between the roof caving in and the water pipes breaking. The bathroom flooded again last week.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you felt a migraine coming in, unaware of Vil’s growing horror.

“I was lucky enough to find my uniform in the attic, it waaay too big and makes me look homeless, but at least it keeps me warm…now it just looks even more like shit.”

You finally looked up at the blonde, expecting him to lecture you on your foul language. Instead, you were surprised to see Vil’s horrified expression.

“What do you mean, you barely have enough for food?”

It was then that you discovered that no one outside your group of friends were really aware that you were stuck on campus, victim to Crowley’s whims and needs. You know the others in Heartslabyul were faintly aware of your predicament, being from another world and stuck until Crowley found you a way home. Ace and Deuce did their best to help repair things around the dorm, but could only do so much. Savanaclaw and Octavinelle knew of the disarray of your dorm, but based on comments from Leona and Floyd, weren’t aware of just how much you were struggling just to eat and sleep. 

Ruggie definitely was, seeing as he occasionally slipped you a spare meat bun or snack that he happened to buy extra of when running errands for Leona. Ruggie was a real one, as long as you didn’t point it out. 

Since that day, Vil had sort of taken you under his wing, along with Epel who you hadn’t met yet at the time. You had to give him credit, he wasn’t the villain you’d made him out to be in your head. And Vil admitted, he enjoyed that you were quick on your feet and enjoyed your banter, as long as it was unique to him. 

He spared you his previous uniforms that he’d grown out of his freshman and sophomore year, minus the band and vest, watching as you mended the waist and ends to fix your stature. More often than not, especially after hearing that you’d be stuck by yourself during winter break, Vil was sending you care packages with personal hygiene products from brand deals he never took. He’d send fabrics and sewing supplies with sewing patterns. Vil even started buying you breakfast and lunch once back to school, though you refrained from joining him for dinner in Pomefiore. 

In exchange, you managed to replicate, with his help, some of the scripts for the more famous musicals from your world. You even told him who Regina George was! He still wasn't fond of the comparison, but did find the musical intriguing. Vil was fascinated by the works of art your world produced, and just slightly enamored in the way you described them with glee and fondness. Still, the exchanges still felt a bit uneven.

You’d once made the joke that he was practically a sugar daddy, just without the sugar. He snapped back, “Well, I’m not stopping you, now am I? I’ve never had a sweet tooth, but you’re more than welcome to give me thanks, meine Süße.” 

(You spent that night screaming into your pillow with a red-hot blush while Grim looked on with concern.)

Truly, you two had developed an unlikely friendship, one where you both spoke your minds to the other with no hesitation or fear. Which is why the lack of conversation at the moment was slowly driving you insane. 

You sneaked a peek at Vil, taking a sharp breath as your eyes met his own. It seemed that he was watching you with his very lovely, sharp purple eyes. The thought sent a hot flash through you as you sneezed a flurry of petals and pollen. 

“Ooof, ugh, this is gonna make my allergies go haywire.”

“Sam will have some potions that will help with the symptoms, though you will have to confront the root of the cause.” Vil slid his hand down to rest in your mid-back, rubbing his thumb against you in a soothing motion, though it cause you to shiver and flush. 

“Yeah, okay.” you managed to squeak out, groaning as you felt the tickle of glowing marigolds pop up on your skin and in your hair. “Ummmm, so how do you get rid of, uh, Ace called it hanahaki?”

Vil nodded and opened his mouth to speak before being interrupted by the faint screaming of your name. Both of you looked down the path, where you saw Deuce running over to you two, followed by a confused Epel chasing after him. 

“PREFECT! PREFECTPREFECTPREFECTPREFECT—” 

Yelping as Deuce skidded to a half and grabbed you by your arms, shaking you with intense concern, you managed to reply a stuttered, “W-w-what?” 

Deuce paused his shaking to give you a concerned lecture, “You didn’t tell us you had the flower sickness!? Why didn’t you say something, you’ve been running around for SDC all this time—”

“You too—”

“But I’m not sick!” Deuce dug through the paperbag you’d just notice he was holding and shoved a pale pink potion in your hands. “Here! Take this!”

Before you could even touch the bottle, Vil plucked it from a confused Deuce’s hands, studying it with scrutiny. 

“Hmm…This is an average allergy relief potion for hay fever, did you actually ask Sam for a hanahaki symptom relief potion, or did you just grab the first thing you saw off the shelf?”

Deuce visibly deflated, opening his mouth to sheepishly reply before Epel interrupted him with a harsh, “I told him to ask, but he got all riled up and started yammerin’—I mean, uh, talking about getting the Prefect help immediately.”

Vil sighed, handing Deuce the potion back and shooed the two away with a wave of his hand. 

“Just go back, I’ll handle it, just make sure your messes are all cleaned up before we get back.”

The two replied, “Yes sir!” and continued on their path, waving goodbye to you. Though you could hear Epel mumble to Deuce, “Those are marigolds, right? I think Vil’s favorite flowers are those, you don’t think…”

You slowed down to ponder Epel’s words, remembering what Ace initially called the illness. 

“Vil…Ace called it a love sickness…would these flowers related toooo, I don’t know, a hypothetical crush somehow?” 

Vil briefly opened his mouth, closing it as he hesitated to speak. You think you could make out a soft blush on his cheeks. 

“Yes. Your hypothetical crush must favor marigolds. Can’t say I blame him, I’m fond of them myself…” 

The two of you made eye contact, a knowing look in his eye and tone making your heart skip a beat and you look down in embarrassment. 

“Oh…I see…” You coughed awkwardly, a few petals flying from your mouth. “So you said there was a way to get to the root cause?”

Vil hummed, stopping at the entrance of Sam’s shop to turn to you with an unreadable expression. 

“Yes, as an illness based on love, appropriately the cure is to confess your feelings to the one you’ve found yourself fancying.”

A cold flash went through your body as your stomach dropped. Again. “Oh.” The thought of confessing to Vil made you sick, like you could puke at a drop of a coin at any moment.

“I wish you’d mentioned something sooner, I could’ve helped you…ease into it.” Vil murmured,  his hand moving to cradle your cheek. He squished your cheek with a fond look in his eye. 

“I know it’s a daunting task…I won’t rush you into it.” Vil moved his hand to brush your hair away, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “When you’re ready to say something, just let me know.”

Leaning back, VIl covered his mouth to hide his amused smirk. Your face was a blazing red as the marigolds grew a trail down your neck and chest. He motioned for you to follow him into the shop, holding the door open as he held a hand out to you. At the moment, you’re having a hard time imagining why he’d only ever been typecast in villain roles, he looked more like an enchanting love interest catered for you specifically. 

“For now, I’ll be by your side. I will wait for you, meine Süße.”

[crystcrm]

i was scrolling through the tags, and i got inspired by this. . .

i still haven't finished the quest yet ( but i know what happens </3 sad. ) and i live for dilfs honestly. and to think this would be my first kinda proper-ish genshin smut? something with a dilfy guy from sumeru who had 1 whole quest line.

maybe i should write for npcs more, because mm.. some of the genshin npcs are so... ♡

huffman.. wagner... timaeus started to grow on me lately... and now, jebrael.

anyway, we're kicking this off with some nice things about jebrael and a sweet kind-of-househusband-but-not-really-househusband reader!

p.s this is more of a .. drabble than an actual fic woop

the desert's darling ;; jebrael x male reader

content ;- porn with some plot , nsfw , fluffy things , soft dom jebrael , sub reader , anal sex , size kink , breeding kink / creampie , missionary ( idk positions ) , pet names ( darling )

nsfw below the cut, minors dni.

there isn't much out in the desert, but you've made it quite inviting for travelers alike to come and rest with you. letting them rest off their fatigue in your abode in aaru village. you've met all sorts of people— some students who weren't used to the life there, adventurers who needed a place to stay, some traders from the forest and ciry beyond the walls.

you weren't exactly sent off to live there— but... you chose to.

it was a home unlike any other... even if it was too hot sometimes.

you'd provide sweet drinks, lovely food and a place to stay to any and all who needed it. it sure helped take a load off the village chief and candace— they're more than happy to have your help.

but, amongst the many patrons you'd get, there'd always be some regulars that would come on by... a certain eremite and his daughter. back when they first came by, you were quick to learn jebrael and his daughter, jeht would be common faces.

to say you were enamored was... accurate, but honestly, who wouldn't gawk and stare when there was such a fine man in their house almost every month? you honestly felt like you'd want this man in your house forever.

you'd do everything for them, not even letting them lift a finger. breakfast, lunch and dinner were always prepared everyday. laundry was done and dried, folded up for them once more to bring on their travels. if the journey was rough, who's to say your hands wouldn't work at the knots in his muscled body too?

all in all, jebrael could say you were a perfect host. in fact, it almost felt like he had a sweet wife again. or, husband he should say. archons, he felt like he wanted you more and more with each time he visited.

he wanted you so much.

when night fell upon the desert, he knocked on the room of your door. jeht was fast asleep, he was sure of it. but fortunately you were still awake. always a late sleeper, wanting to make sure your guests were always comfortable before dozing off yourself.

you had a smile on as you welcomed him into your room, one that could make his heart ache, honestly. one that made him want to feel those lips of yours. but he didn't mean to make it drop when he suddenly brought up something about payment.

payment? why would he ever have to pay you? you never wanted to take anything of his, nor would you ever accept it.

clearly he had a different idea on how to pay you.

it just clicked when he stopped calling you by name, only coming in closer, softly calling you " darling " with that huskiness in his voice.

and you crumbled and caved.

and that's how you ended up on his lap, lips pushed together in a fervent kiss. he was much bigger than you, he could handle you with ease. just the thought of it made you shudder, melting into his touch some more. and clearly it made him go mad as well, groaning against your lips as his hands began to roam your body.

you could feel his hardened length beneath that pesky piece of fabric, your own arousal clouding your mind. if he was big... surely down there would be too. you didn't have to leave it up to imagination for long though.

before long, he had you in his arms, laying down on your bed. his calloused hands that would always do tough work were surprisingly gentle with you, never rough at all. especially when he slowly fingered you open, wanting to spread you open just for him. his lips were against yours, muffling your moans as his fingers worked their magic within you. the lube definitely helped, but he had been going at it for what felt like forever— was he really that worried he wasn't going to fit...?

your head was blank when his fingers left you feeling empty, jebrael merely chuckling at your whine as he repositioned himself. you could feel his tip prodding at your entrance, pulling your legs around his waist as he looked down at you.

" darling, eyes on me, " he gently tilted your head up to look at him, a small open mouthed smile on your face as you saw him. archons, he was so handsome. you could take in his features every time, but it was so clear up close and personal like this. but the slow thrust in distracted you, a shaky moan escaping your lips.

your sounds were angelic. and your insides were heavenly— those are definitely the words he'd use to describe it.

" ..a-archons.. relax.. darling, shit.. " he was gritting his teeth, trying to distract you from the pain of his size in all the ways he thought of. sweet nothings, sloppy kisses, lustful touches. he had a hand gently wrap around your own length, stroking softly as he penetrated further and further in you. he had you feeling so many things at once and you haven't even cum yet.

jebrael was panting heavily once he bottomed out in you, looking down at where you two were connected, feeling how your warmth captured him. he just wanted to stay there for a moment and relish in it, his sweet praises raining down upon you as he rested his forehead against yours.

it wasn't long until you began begging for him— begging for more, begging for something. and you were already mewling and moaning when he slowly dragged his hips back, soft squeals forced out of you as he pushed himself back in. a slow and deep pace, a rhythm meant for feeling and taking each other in.

time went on and his pace seemed to stagger— surely his age wasn't an issue in the picture right now- but rather he was so close to the edge since earlier, it was really hard to last when you were so sexy, ravishing even. it felt more erratic, his girthy length stretching you out and reaching your deepest parts as he angled himself better— to feel every inch of you.

your loud whines and moans were muffled once again, his lips capturing yours for a final kiss as you felt your high wash over you. a warmth spilled over your stomach, a rushing pleasure running all over your body. it wasn't long until jebrael joined you in this high, sheathing himself in your deepest parts before filling you up even more with milky white.

he let himself stay longer, finding you having no qualms against it.

well, this was just the first repayment. he still had more to give back to you after months of being his sweet desert darling.

oops, i wrote a lot more than i intended to...

[vampirevatican]

Nothing's new...

pairing - judd birch x fem!reader

genre/tags - angst, break-up, moving on, time lapse, reader is burn out gifted kid

summary - Judd was so caring yet drastically different from you. It wasn't like he didn't have life plans but it didn't align with yours, or outsiders would say. You put it off, did your best to ignore it. Though some nights you couldn't avoid it, so you reasoned that as long as you were together... in any form, way or sense of the word then you were happy. One thing, you forgot to factor in how he'd feel, the weight of what he meant and how he'd handle that. It'd be fine right? It had to be.

notes - 954 words. based on this idea. idk, i just think it's fun to analyze a character way past what's given on the screen. is it giving 'you were a wonderful experience.'/'you were... everything'? because i need it to. apologies to it being so fast paced and maybe half baked? i just rly wanted to finish this and my love for him went... poof

req. tags - @rosaprep

Driving back home something constantly nagged at you, Judd, or mainly your relationship with him. You've been together for a couple years, he's seen you through highschool and the first two years of college. He always kept you away from trouble but whenever things were safe he'd tell you all about his misdemeanors. He really wasn't a menace, but he was no saint either. Your boy wasn't the type to follow societal expectations and would rather bend those rules as much as possible instead of bending himself. He never understood why you did it, but understood that it just worked for you. So he cheered you on when you went off to college and he stayed back doing vocational school. By the time you were on your second year he already had a job. You were so proud and happy for him, but after a dinner date as celebration you thought about how your lives would ever intertwine.

You worked so hard making sure he always had a place somewhere in your life that at this point you couldn't loose him, and now you were wondering why that is. As you check your phone in your parents driveway, you check your phone.

emo boy 🖤: 'hey. nice you're back.'

you: 'nice to be back. did you want me over now or ltr.'

emo boy 🖤: 'as soon as you unpack.'

emo boy 🖤: 'please.'

It took most of junior year of high school to freshman year of college to get this proud bastard to say please and thank you but he did, even if it was just for you. Despite your smile, that nagging thought came back. 'Why do I need him so bad.' It felt like you knew the answer but it felt so wrong to admit it.

you: 'yes sir 🫡'

You tossed the phone into the passenger seat with your purse and put your hands in your face. You love Judd, you really do. There's so much more to him than just some form of rebellion or new and exciting thing, but you couldn't deny it anymore. 'He's the break in the chain.' Then you hop out and get everything settled before seeing your boyfriend again.

Something was up with her. As I held her close, chin resting on top of her head and I rubbed her back she just held me tighter. I figured it had to be school. I've seen her stress out before, just for her to pull it all together and make it. She'd make a B look like the end of the world when school started, and by the middle to end she was exhausted. I liked seeing her stop caring sometimes. Not because I'd want her to fail but she was way too hard on herself, so if she ever did seriously fall behind on something I'd help pick her back up. This was different though.

Judd never understood why you were with him. His self esteem wasn't complete shit but he had heard enough romcom bullshit plots from Leah that you two matched the good girl and bad boy trope. When he thought about it, she wasn't wrong. He knew that if he went to college then it'd be specifically to try and burn a hole in his parents pockets. They'd cheer him on, mainly Elliot, for whatever the hell he did so it didn't matter to him. Though, college was a very big thing for you. He remembered you lowering expectations and tossing out your own dreams to please your parents. You were so pissed that they wouldn't let you just run off to California, and you settled for defying them by picking a major you wanted. Two years in, you were doing what you loved but at what cost? Just to leave that university with a piece of paper that said you stuck out four years of stress?

He looks down at you while you tried to cuddle even closer to him and he smiled. 'It's like she wants us to melt into each other,' and that thought alone spurred on questions of why. Not like it wasn't nice or anything like that. Though the only time you did this was when there was a lot on your mind, usually doubts. "What's wrong." He didn't pull away, or force you to look at him, his voice was steady and even, as he looks at you, the person he cares so much for. Seeing a head shake he could feel it in his gut that it was something about their relationship, about him.

Whenever you got quiet it was enough to make him worry, to question how long you two would last. He knew that you loved him but in moments like this it made him wonder if you still did. As the break went on he saw you less, and if you ever picked up the phone it was like your voice was hiding something.

"Are you thinking about breaking up with me."

That was the sentence to end everything between you two. You tried to tell him no but it only lead to him asking why. He had already heard enough from his family and friends about how he's not good enough. That you two paired together didn't make any sense but somehow it worked. He just wanted to hear it from you.

It's been years since that break up, but ever since that day you haven't felt a thing. You haven't felt anything at it's peak positive because now everything was the same. Even seeing him again at a bar didn't feel the same. You were both cordial with each other, he still bought you drinks, laughed with you, but it was all bitter sweet now.

[tartigglez]

HIIIII CAN I BE 🫧 ANON?? ILY THANKS!!!

could i get diluc (+ ur favs!!) assisting reader who’s hurt in battle :(( jus want my darknight hero to come rescue me 😮‍💨😮‍💨

hi nonnie! sorry it took me a while to get this done. i honestly don't really like what i've come up with but i hope its something along the lines of what you were looking for! also, i decided to make this a oneshot as opposed to hc's, so enjoy!

"do not concern yourself with such matters"

diluc x gn!reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort (???)

word count: 900-ish

tags: lol get rescued ig, diluc doesn't know how to interact normally which is lowkey kinda funny, reader gets injured, physical contact/being carried?

tw/cw: cuts, wounds, generally just,, pain? also diluc lowkey just takes the reader to his house while they're unconscious (no negative intent), idk how to put this other than "examining the thighs" of the reader but he's TREATING A CUT OKAY? i think that's it?

a/n: eek this took to long to write bc i was being lazy, so it might feel a little disjointed or as celeste would put it: "might read like a wet dog"

cryo abyss mage.

23:00 

200m from dawn winery.

you awoke with a pounding head, and little to no feeling in any part of your body, blurry vision and barely any consciousness, just feeling icy, freezing. you noticed nothing but pure, vibrant vermillion, before closing your eyes again, not knowing at all what was going on, completely unaware.

23:35

50m from dawn winery

slowly willing your eyes open, in a daze, with your head resting against something warm, comforting, you could hear loud breathing, and some sort of fast movement… running? someone was… carrying you? with it being far too exhausting to stay awake, you closed your eyes once again...

00:30

dawn winery

you awakened in a warm room, in some sort of bed. a cosy blanket covered your legs and waist, and your head rested on soft pillows. you had very little recollection of anything that happened, but still felt oddly safe. upon looking around the room, you saw a few dimly lit lamps, oak furniture, some sort of grand vanity set, and wooden floorboards. 

the stream of thoughts running through your head was interrupted by the entrance of a tall, handsome man, dressed in a black t-shirt and some sort of lounge trousers, wearing thinly rimmed glasses, sporting the same vermillion locks you had envisioned earlier. and he was… carrying two glasses of water? this man was… what was his name? the bartender… ah, yes!

“master ragnvindr? what.. are you doing here? what am i doing here? what happened?”

“there is no need for being so formal, since we’ve spoken before. then again perhaps you don’t remember, you were rather intoxicated. call me diluc. as for what i’m doing here, this is my home, why wouldn’t i be here? as for what happened, and why you are here… i think you might need a lesson on why we shouldn't approach enemies alone, hm?

“but… the abyss mage. it was outside th-”

“i took care of it. don’t worry”

“i-okay”

there was a silence in the room, which was somewhat uncomfortable, awkward, but not unbearable, and you knew it was up to you to break it. 

“what…”

“what happened?”

“i presume from your injuries, and the fact that the mage was no longer shielded that you managed to break its shield before it hit you with an attack. judging by your current symptoms it seems that it hit you with some sort of direct cryo energy to the head, which explains your lack of consciousness” 

“but… why were you…?”

“do not concern yourself with such matters”

“i… but–”

“here, i brought you water. you should focus on recovering for now. how are you feeling?”

he moved himself to sit next to you on the bed, as you sat up to take the glass out of his hand. 

“thanks… i’m okay, just a bit achey”

“achey? did you sustain any other injuries?”

“uh, my leg feels a little weird, but don’t worry about it, i’m sure it’s fine”

"if you are injured, you must tell me.”

“i think it might be cut but… it’s fine, i’ll deal with it”

“where?”

“oh… uh-”

“where.”

his tone was stern, but certainly not angry. somehow gentle but assertive at the same time.

“uh, somewhere on my thigh, i think-”

“give me one moment.”

he got up and abruptly left the room. this diluc -as you now called him- certainly was a strange, strange man…

you then heard the door into the room click closed once again. the man was now holding a first aid kit, and what looked like a pair of shorts… how odd. 

“here, change into these and i’ll have a look at it.”

“but… master diluc, don’t you think that’s a little-”

“a little what?”

“uh, nothing, nevermind…”

“i’ll be back in a few”

“oh, uhm, okay…”

and so, seemingly having no other option, you slowly, somewhat painfully changed into the shorts, noticing a lesion on your right thigh. it wasn’t particularly deep, but it was long, and still bleeding a little bit.

a knock on the door put an end to your thoughts.

“are you done? may i come in?”

“uh… yeah.”

he slowly opened the door, you sitting on his bed looking at your wound, and him looking concerned. he then sat down on the bed beside you, after lifting the first aid kit from the dresser where he had left it. he proceeded to lift some antiseptic out, to start cleaning the wound. 

“here, this might sting a bit”

he pushed the hem of the shorts up your leg a bit so he could have full access to the cut. he then began dabbing at it with the cotton.

“agh, it hurts”

that feeling was immense pain, and you felt a little childish, having your injuries tended to like this.

purely by natural instinct, diluc moved his free hand to one of yours, interlacing your fingers with his and squeezing gently. his hand was warm and calloused, and he was extremely focused on the task at hand, so he didn’t seem to notice you admiring his rather striking features.

“you’re okay, i’m almost done”

you hissed in pain, burying your head into his shoulder out of instinct. thankfully he didn’t seem to mind. 

“there, done. are you alright?"

“yeah, yeah, thank you”

“not a problem. do you need anything else?”

“uh, no, i don’t think so”

“alright, in that case then, i'll be going to bed.”

“wait”

“yes?”

“uh…”

“uh?”

“can you… stay?”

“i was waiting for that”

(au where diluc is secretly a flirty bastard)

[luciddreamingcrow]

Playable Character Au p.1

---Song recommandatteon for today is BITE by Troye Sivan---

Sumery: in this au, you the reader, are a playable character/nps in which the fanbase have made their own ships with other characters based on voice lines, canon inteactions, popular headcanons etc. :D

A/n : Ones again I apologize for not updating as frequently as I want to, for a long time I didnt have any inspo and I started school again, again Im so sorry for my long absence I promice to start posting more frequently <3

Cyno

The General Mahamatra

Voicelines

About Reader:

I've met reader around the first year when I just started to study in the academia, we relied on each other to keep ourselves sane and awake during these years, now even outside of work we hang out quite frequently going to the same spot in sumeru city to play with my cards and order the same food as last time, the loser gets to pay for the food, lets just say that they may or may not have a 5 winning streak, and not because they are good at the game.

About Readers Reputation:

Reader is a individual that demands respect opon first sight and will not hesitate to show it, but outside of their personal workplace they are actually really humorous and a trustworthy companion that’s more than willing to take a bullet for people they trust, come to think of them they are surprisingly rebellious whenever the sages want their way, insisting in treating a situation as any other regardless of ones status, its really entertaining seeing how Reader puts the sages in their plase with no hesitation.

General sumery about your relationship with said character:

Your status in the academia is a simple but a respecteble one, basically you are the second in comand of the Matra organization(operation?idk how its called) you are mainly tasked to deal with paperwork, searching info and data about students that have broke the rules and traked down by Cyno, and more oftentimes than not you have to deal with students that have cheated on their tests/exams or iligal use of caned knowledge

What the fandom thinks/though:

At first when you were announced fans had mixed feeling, the Twitter part of the fandom as they always do, they complained, other casual fans were pleased and didn't mind that much. As for the shipping part of the fandom surprisingly at first Cynder (the ship name between Cyno and reader) was considerd as a rare pair being overshadowed by Cynary and Cynolu. But when voicelines, canon interactions, ect were leaked, the shippers whent WILD. Withing some days the Cynder tag was THRIVING, fanart, fanfiction, canon content👏you👏name👏IT. Yes there are some toxic shippers ESPECIALLY on tik tok were saying that Cynder doesn't work cuz "it ruins their fav ship"🙄 some even claimed it was a "proship" 😃, but honey ignore them, they don't know whats good.Jokes on everyone cuz in later events it was extremely hinted that it was canon also lets not forget about the study dates that he takes you on <3

Layla

Fantastical Evening Star

Voiceline

About Reader:

Reader? OOoooh, you mean my roommate, right? I really enjoy their company, quiet iet so energetic and loud, I dont really know how to explain it but on one second you can see them running errands for the rest of the students with a smile on their face and on the other they are speed running their forgotten homework for next class, they really have to start to manage their tasks and start getting their life together.

General sumery about your relationship with said character:

You and Layla are roommates and most of the time you make sure and by make sure I mean forse Layla to go to sleep earlier and make food for the both of you, and whenever you accidentaly fall asleep she makes sure to do some of your work so you wont burn yourself out, and yes some times you two blast music and sing in your shared dorm just cuz you guys had too much energy one night, the next morning both of you regretted it instantly.

What the fandom thinks/though:

The first thing that came into the fandoms mind is that Layer( the ship name between Layla and reader) is that the both of you fit the sun-moon trope (Layla- moon, reader-sun) and stuck with it, refusing to change its mind. And most people just accepted it, though its not really popular its not considered a rare pair either is just in the midle, and it has enough content to satisfy the Layer shippers^^, Also not to mention the unholy amount of hurt/comfors fanfics there are👀, as canon goes theres a good amount of scenes with Layla from your hangout to support the ship as "hinted as canon" by mihoyo.

[skaruresonic]

Do you have any opinion about this post? It proposes that a key element of Shadow's characterization is loyalty, and the reason portrayals like SA2, '06, TMOSTH and Prime are beloved is because Shadow is loyal to something (I would add Forces as well), while others like Boom and IDW fall flat because he's only in for himself.

(some of the tags, of course, are all "sega take notes, everyone gets it but you", which is funny for multiple reasons)

I want to agree with it more than I do. The way it's worded makes it difficult for me to be fully persuaded, because it seems to be missing something.

I feel like the post is a bit over reductive. It's already an exercise in futility to try to boil Shadow down to one or two traits because he contains multitudes, nuances, and subtleties; it'd be like distilling Eggman down to "evil scientist" and then ignoring all the ways in which his manchild behavior molds his character archetype.

The others have limits on their loyalty. Sonic will help you out, but he’s not gonna kill a man for you. Shadow will. He doesn’t have that limit. If you are Shadow’s friend and you need him to kill for you, he will do it. Period.

Idk maybe it's just me but something about this style of analysis rubs me the wrong way. When people make declarative, emotionally-loaded statements about the characters that Sound Good on paper but don't hold up to close scrutiny. If you're going to assert something this lofty, you need to provide concrete examples. When did Shadow kill for a friend in the games? When did he express the willingness? Can you give me an example?

also lmao "Sonic's not gonna kill a man for you," Sonic will absolutely kill a man if he fucks around and finds out While I agree with the overarching idea that loyalty can be an important part of his character, if we're talking post-ARK raid Shadow... You kind of have to be honest about the brand of loyalty he possesses, because his loyalty looks very different from Amy's or Tails'. It's a specific, hardwon type of loyalty. It's begrudging. It's that "Pssh, what? I don't care. Feelings are for wussies" kind of loyalty, if anything. Like, it took Rouge dragging his unconscious ass home, a three-day-long fever dream, and her twisting his arm just to get her to begrudgingly call her "ally." You know what I mean?

On the other hand, I disagree with the notion that an overt lack of loyalty inherently makes him unrecognizable, since self-determination is an arguably equally prominent part of his character. In ShTH, you're just as free to ignore the wishes of your partner characters and go your own way. Cue the Fleetwood Mac.

Framing it as though loyalty is the linchpin on which his character rests risks defining Shadow solely through his relationships with others. Note that I'm not necessarily saying his relationships aren't important, just that they're not the most important. Agency and the right to determine his own destiny are vital parts of his character as well. He didn't just tell Rouge "And I will fulfill my promise to Maria; that's the only thing that matters to me now" in SA2. He first told her "Even if my memories aren't real, it's still me, Shadow."

...I'm not sure why OP decided to include Archie and X in their analysis, considering Archie and X are dead and have no bearing on Game!Shadow's character. Not sure what's meant by Shadow being "loyal" to Amy in MoSTH, either; I don't really have context for that since I didn't play it. If I had to guess, however, methinks OP may be mistaking Shadow doing something kind for Amy for friendship or loyalty towards Amy. You can do kind things for others without necessarily being "ride or die" for them.

This is where the post really loses me. Shadow's backstory doesn't need to be expanded upon at this point in the series; they've already dedicated at least three games and a handful of adaptations to his tragic backstory. We don't need to keep returning to the same well again and again. Surely we can do better than to navel-gaze. And the reasons why "he's like this" ought to be clear to anyone who's played the games, since they're fairly self-evident.

"But what about pre-raid Shadow?" I hear someone inevitably ask. Well, yes, Shadow displays obvious loyalty toward Maria, Gerald, and the ARK as a whole, but certain ShTH endings notwithstanding, it's not a blind sacrificial devotion. Regardless of his loyalty, he exercises the agency not to act like a mindless weapon in the hands of his creator. He possesses reason and more importantly, uses it. He still has enough presence of mind to seek to undo "all the evil the Professor has created" in SA2.

Even before the trauma of the raid and Gerald's programming went and deeply mucked up his sense of self, he was preoccupied with notions of self and identity, for understandable reasons. He wasn't purely a lapdog for Maria or the researchers. I feel like swinging the pendulum in the polar opposite direction and saying "Shadow is defined chiefly via his dedication to others" because it swung too far into "Shadow is a hyper-macho jerk" territory isn't a balanced stance to take.

Like this post is arguing from a Watsonian perspective, as though IDW!Shadow's jerkassness indicates some sort of internal selfishness, when the Doylist "Shadow was just written like shit in the book" will suffice. Shadow has a character outside of his relationships to others, just as Sonic and Eggman do. He's quiet, introspective, and in all honesty, he comes out with some hard-hitting lines sometimes. "This is the final voice of the last war machine," anyone?

Sorry if this reply is all over the place, I'm just writing down thoughts as they occur to me lol. Feel free to add your two cents.

[and-claudias-world]

His Heir pt. 29 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

A/N: No, I did not mistakenly post this on my side blog. If you have not heard my main blog is currently shadowbanned. IDK when it'll get fixed but I have sent in a support form and have even tweeted to support and have yet to hear anything about it. So for now until it's fixed I'll post here and reblog to my main blog.

Warnings: Angst, dialogue-heavy... italics are flashback

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Wordcount: 3360 (I went a little overboard)

This morning I found myself standing in the meeting room going over the plan for my short trip to Mandalore. It felt more like a battle meeting than just a trip debrief. Maul was obviously worried about me, but it felt like he was going a bit overboard. 

“And I want check-ins every 3 hours.” He declared. 

I shook my head, “Three?” 

“Yes. I need to ensure both of you are okay.” He said. 

“With all due respect, that’s overkill. I can’t do every three hours. Do you really want me to wake up every three hours? I barely get enough sleep as it is.” I said. 

Maul sighed, “Fine, every 6 hours, is that okay?” 

I knew he wasn’t thrilled that I just snapped at him in front of the guards. He was in no way mad or upset with me, just not thrilled about what I did. So I made him a counteroffer. 

“Every six hours, and as needed.” 

I knew that suggestion gave him peace of mind by the way his shoulders relaxed. 

“That’s everything. The ship should be ready. Guards, you are all dismissed. Lady Yn and I will meet you there momentarily.” Maul said. 

I watched as they all filed out before Maul was stepping over to me. He held his hand out to me, offering to help me up. I took it but didn’t let it go once I was standing. Instead, I gave it a hard squeeze in comfort. 

“We’ll be okay, Maul.” I said, bringing my other hand to rest on my stomach. 

“I know, I know… I’m just worried is all. A lot could go wrong.” He admitted. 

“But it won’t. Everything will be okay. 20 hours in hyperspeed, a maximum of 12 on Mandalore, and another 20 hours back. I would say you won’t even miss me, but that would be a lie, wouldn’t it?” I asked, my voice holding a slightly playful tone as I teased him. 

“Missing you is a severe understatement.” He admitted, bringing his free hand up to cup my cheek. 

I turned my head to press a kiss to his palm before turning back to him and leaning into his hand a bit more. 

“We need to get going, the sooner I leave, the sooner I can be back.” I sighed, dreading the inevitable. 

I had been able to keep my emotions at bay for the whole morning, but I could feel them bubbling up now. I took a deep breath to keep back the tears I could feel pricking up behind my eyes. 

“It’ll be okay,” Maul said, I guess it was now his turn to comfort me, “I’ll always just be a com away. It doesn’t matter what time it is, or what I’m doing, I will always answer.” 

I nodded and wiped the few tears that had slipped out. 

“Let’s get going.” He offered me his arm. 

“Shouldn’t we do our goodbyes here? If we’re too affectionate out there it may stir up a rumor.” I said. 

“I don’t care what they think or say. Besides, there have been rumors about the nature of our relationship before, have there not?” Maul asked. 

“I mean, yeah there have been. But that was before we…” I trailed off since I still didn’t know what to label us as. 

He nodded, “If you would prefer to do it here, we can…” 

“I don’t mind either way. If you’re okay with doing it out there, I am too.” I said and he nodded, offering me his arm once again. 

I took it this time and tucked myself as close to him as I could, savoring these moments. Though it would only be a few days I was going to miss him. I had spent so much time with him since moving in, that the idea of not seeing him for more than a few hours was just strange. 

He led us through the halls of the compound and to the hangar. When we entered I saw the guards getting into the ranks as droids and mechanics finished preparing the ship to leave. It was only now that I looked at the ship they were working on that I realized they weren’t preparing mine, they were getting Maul’s personal ship ready. He must have sensed my confusion because he leaned over to speak to me. 

“I had them prepare mine instead. It has more safety features than yours does.” He explained. 

I nodded, “Good idea.” 

We walked over to the ship where one of the lead mechanics met us. 

“Lord Maul, your ship is ready for departure.”

Maul gave the woman a nod as I spoke up, “Thank you, Tika.”  

She gave me a small smile before walking off. Maul gave the signal to the head guard to begin loading up. As they walked passed us, I turned to face Maul and immediately my lower lip began to tremble slightly. 

“Just a few days.” He reminded me gently. 

I took a deep breath and nodded, “I know there are a lot of people still here but can I have one last hug?” I whispered. 

He gave me a small smile, “Of course.” 

His arms came around to hold me around the shoulders while mine went around his waist. I buried my face into his neck, taking in his scent one last time. I so badly wanted to be able to pull away and give him one last kiss, but I knew I couldn’t not with this many people watching. So instead, I opted to press a quick kiss to the junction where his neck met his shoulders. To my surprise, he also pressed a kiss to the side of my head. I pulled away reluctantly. 

“I don’t care how late it is when you return, I’ll be waiting here for both of you.” He said as his hand found its way to my stomach, he was still wearing the faintest of smiles. 

I nodded and took a deep breath, “I should go, they’re waiting on me.” 

He gave a small nod. 

It felt like time slowed as I stepped away from him and towards the ship’s ramp. 

The ship was homey but still felt so cold. I decided to just go to the main sleeping quarters for a bit while we took off and got going. When I got there I couldn’t help but smile. Sitting on the dresser was a basket with at least ten portion bread packets in it and a note written on flimsiplast. The note read: 

I wouldn’t want our son to go without his favorite snack. -Maul 

The note made my chest swell with love. It was such a small gesture but it was the sweetest thing to me. After washing my face from the tears, I snagged one of the portions and went ahead and made it up. By the time I walked out of the sleeping quarters, we were already in hyperspace. I made my way up to the front of the ship to have a seat with the pilots for a bit. 

The next 19 hours were fairly uneventful. And soon we were on the approach to the Surface of Mandalore. I was back up in the cockpit of the ship awaiting the guards on the surface to give us clearance. We were granted permission to land. I left the ship with a total of eight guards with me. 

Glancing around, it felt weird to be back here after all this time. The palace was practically gone, only certain parts were still standing. 

“This shouldn’t take long.” I said to the guards. 

“Right this way.” Our escort said. 

“I wasn’t aware that we would have an escort today.” I said. 

“Well, the route to the library is littered with debris. I’m here to ensure your safety.” She said. 

I shrugged it off, not thinking too much about it. We followed her until we were at the doors to the library. 

“Here you go!” The escort said cheerfully. 

“Thank you. You all wait here.” I said, but I was stopped by the leading guard. 

“Lady Yn, perhaps we should go in and scout the area before you enter.” He suggested. 

“I can assure you all, it’s secure. The only people that have ever stepped foot in the ruins of the palace are the patrol guards.” 

“I think I’ll be okay.” I said before going in. 

It was eerily quiet in there. Even more so than it was when I used to visit here before meeting Maul. 

I knew where the book should be but I wanted to take my time looking around for a moment. My heart stopped when I rounded the corner and saw someone squatted down looking at the lowest row of books on the shelf. It only took a second for me to recognize the figure. 

“How the hell did you get in here?” I asked causing her to jump and pull her blaster out. 

“Damn it, Yn. I could’ve shot you.” She said, putting the weapon away. 

“Oh, don’t act like you wouldn’t enjoy that, even just the slightest bit. Now tell me what you’re doing here before I call the guards.” 

She sighed, “I’m here for the family book.” 

“You don’t have to rights to that. Only the Mandalore does. And that’s me.” 

She scoffed. 

“Excuse you. Show some respect.”  

“Really? You cannot be serious, Yn. The is nothing to rule over. The Mandalorian people have been scattered across the galaxy-” 

“Only those who chose not to accept the traditions of Mandlore are scattered, the rest followed Maul and me to Dathomir. Just because they are not here or under Death Watch’s rule does not mean a thing. They have upheld the traditions of Mandalore, whoever wields the Darksaber is the ruler of the Mandalorian people, right now that is me.” 

“I could challenge you for it. Right here, right now.” She said. 

“You wouldn’t though.” I challenged. 

“Oh really?” 

“Really, or you would have already done it. You know that challenging me would mean killing me, and you don’t have it in you to do it… besides even if you did, it wouldn’t be you would fight.” 

“Yes, it would have that’s the rule.” 

I shook my head, “In the event that the Mandalore is with child and is challenged, they may choose someone to fight for them. Traditionally it’s the father of the child that fights. So you would be fighting Maul. You’ve seen him fight before, he doesn’t play fair. You would lose.” 

She stayed silent, knowing I was right. 

“Why are you here? What happened to me being too far gone, as you put it?” I asked. 

“Someone told me you’d be here, I snuck in during the shift change of the guards… I just needed to see you, talk to you one last time…” 

“I have nothing to say to you. Especially not after you insulted me, my baby, and their father all in one go.” 

“I know…” She looked down and if my guard wasn’t so far up I might have believed her shamefulness, “I am sorry, not for insulting Maul. My opinion of him will never change. But I should not have insulted you or your child… I just want to know what happened. We were so close as children what happened to that?” 

“Do you want the truth?” I could feel tears stinging my eyes as memories flooded my brain. 

“Yes.” 

“My happiest memories from childhood, since before Maul came into my life were when I just wasn’t around you. I don’t know how else to say it but being away from you I felt way happier than I did when I was with you. When we were little, I only ever wanted your approval..” I began. 

When I was brought into Sundari Palace, I remember meeting my new siblings. Satine was dressed in what I could only assume was her finest gown while it was clear Bo Katan had just come from some sort of training as she wore trousers and a fitted shirt. I decided at that moment I wanted to be just like Bo Katan. 

Once I was older and was learning what was expected of me, I knew being like her was out of the question, but that didn’t stop me from trying. She had caught me many times trying to sneak into the training grounds and would reprimand me every time effectively getting me in trouble with her parents. 

Looking back, I’m not sure she even realized what she was doing but it doesn’t erase how it made me feel. She would constantly put me down saying that I was never going to be like her. I remember even asking her once to show me her blaster and she laughed. From that moment on I knew I had to shower her I was strong enough to be like her. 

As we got older, after her parents passed, I broke out of my shell a little more in an attempt to prove myself to her. It was never enough. Nothing was ever good enough for her. 

After years of failing to prove myself to her. I gave up and decided it was time to make my own path. Shortly after that is when Maul showed up. He saved me. 

“Yn, that’s hardly fair, we were kids!” 

“No! How dare you say that it’s not fair? You ruined my childhood. I never got the praise you and Satine got. I didn’t get the chance to choose what I wanted to do, I tried to and you put me down every single time. So don’t say it’s not fair, sure maybe you weren’t aware because we were kids. But do not stand there and tell me I don’t have the right to feel this way. Because I do. I wasn’t the one talking shit about my sisters every chance that I got.” 

“I didn’t-” 

“Bullshit!” I cut her off, “If it wasn’t about Satine being a pacifist, it was about me and how I was obsessed with you and how I sucked at everything I tried to do. I was only obsessed because I wanted to be you… I thought you were the fucking coolest. You were badass. I only sucked at everything because you refused to help me no matter how much I asked. I was alone. Then when Maul showed up and I tried confiding in you that he had faith in me to do something with my life you freaked out… you pushed me away even further. I guess you didn’t realize that pushing me away from you was pushing me further into the arms of the one you hated the most… So yeah, excuse me for not wanting anything to do with you anymore…” Tears were streaming down my face by the time I finished. 

“Yn, I never knew…” 

“How could you? You never really paid me any attention unless it was to put me down.” 

There was a beat of silence before I spoke up again, “I need to find that book and get out of here. I suggest you get out of here too before I alert the guards of an intruder…” 

“You can take my page out of it.”

“Why would I do that?” I asked, it was a stupid question that I knew she was just using to manipulate me into feeling bad. It wouldn’t work though. 

“I mean you clearly hate me, why keep a reminder of me and all the mean things I did to you?” She snapped. 

“Because it’s still history. I can’t erase it just because I don’t like it. And just so you know, I won’t talk shit about to anyone. Not even to my son, I wish I could tell him about how wonderful his aunt was, but I won’t lie to him either. I refuse to stoop as low as you did, I’ll tell him we just didn’t get along, it will be up to him if he ever wants to know you. Also, I will be making sure that Korkie’s page is updated with his mother and father actually listed.” 

“Do you want Maul to hunt him down?” 

“He won’t. His issue was with Kenobi. The Jedi are gone, he is satisfied with that.” 

Our heads both turned as the sound of the heavy double doors being opened echoed off the walls. 

“That’s probably my guards coming to find me.” That was all I said, but it was enough for her to get the hint to get out of here. 

“Goodbye, sister.” 

I scoffed and shook my head, “I am not you sister, I never was.” 

She said nothing as she turned away and put on her helmet and ran off in the other direction. 

“Lady Yn?”

“Over here!” I called out to them. 

“Lady Yn, are you alright?” One of them asked when they finally found me and could see the tear stains on my cheeks. 

“Hormones.” I quickly lied, “I guess being back here has caused me to have some unpredictable emotions.” 

She nodded understandably. 

“Any luck on the book?” 

“Not yet, but I think I know where it might be.” And with that, I began to walk off to find it. 

It didn’t take long for me to find it. Once I had it, I was happy to be heading back to the ship. Once we had taken off and were in hyperspace again I called Maul. 

“I was starting to get worried.” Maul teased once he answered. 

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled.

“What’s wrong, my love?” 

“Nothing, just a long day.” I tried to lie. 

He saw right through it and his face was showing his concern, “No something is troubling you. Did something happen on Mandalore? Are you and the baby alright? I can arrange to meet the ship if I need to.” 

I shook my head, “No I’m alright. We both are… physically. But someone was there… Bo Katan. She snuck in under the radar.” 

I could tell Maul was angry the moment I said that. 

“She didn’t try to hurt us… But I finally told her everything. About why I left and why I refused to ever speak with her despite her attempts. I told her how she made me feel growing up. She didn’t take it very well… I haven’t considered her my sister for a long time, but I guess finally getting all of that off my chest and knowing that it was my last time probably ever seeing her just hit me harder than I was expecting. He probably wasn’t making it any easier either with all the hormones and everything…” 

Maul was quiet as he listened intently. 

“Maul, if I hated her so much, why does it hurt so much still?” I asked. 

“I don’t know, darling. Emotions are something that oftentimes elude me. I only wish I was there with you to help you through them.” 

“I wish you were here too…” I whispered. 

I could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking. 

“Give me one moment, my love.” He said before turning away from the hologram. He grabbed his com and spoke into it, “Qi’ra clear my schedule for the rest of the day. I have more pressing matters to attend to.” He said. 

“I may not be there physically but I do not plan on hanging up until you’ve landed back in the hangar.” 

I smiled at that. If I couldn’t have him here physically for comfort, this was the next best thing. We stayed on the call for the whole rest of the trip. I ended up falling asleep even but when I woke up he was still there. Only now he was in the kitchen, making himself breakfast wearing only a pair of sweatpants low on his waist. 

“Staring is rude, my love.” 

“Can’t help it.” I mumbled. 

He smiled hearing my sleepy voice, “Only about 4 more hours.”

“Still too long… You’re still going to meet us in the hangar?” 

“Of course, dear. I promised you, did I not?” 

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[scover-va]

I need to know more about Michael's mom... Is she a cool mom?

SHE IS A VERY COOL MOM janet afton you will always be famous. to me

Im taking this as a chance to finally ramble abt her anyways so Janet's core inspo when designing her was to avoid 2 key things. Don't make her like Immortal & Th Restless's Clara (due to clara representing michael, not mrs afton, so i wanted to avoid that), and don't base her too heavily off of Ballora. I still have ties to Ballora's character (a music-based theme, blue-centric colour palette, im sure there were more basic ideas but everything else is more hc than themes to keep up) due to my hc thingy of each Funtime having ties to William's wife + kids, but yknow.

But yeah. Funky lady who played bass guitar + did backup vocals in a band during her high school and college years. Literally her and William dating can be summed up by "Seriously, what do you see in that guy?!" "He makes me laugh." bc she was and is WAY out of his goddamn league. Not just bc of the whole serial killer thing he was just an even bigger loser in college. Normal people dont develop a crush on a woman after she nearly breaks your nose and makes you bleed, William /j

But yeah uhh. I also dont like the idea of her being absent or neglectful purely because I got way too attached to her (i was originally gonna do that just to make things easy for myself but. Pretty lady,,, I am a very simple lesbian what can i say) so like. She obviously wasnt the greatest, most fantastic mom to ever exist given she was kinda maybe sorta well aware William was making some weird fucking clowns, but like. Hey. She tried. Also side note my reasoning for her being absent during the whole. Yknow. '83 event (and just evan's bday in general) is bc Evan + Elizabeth are twins and Elizabeth demanded a girls-only trip for her bday, and Janet promised Evan she'd do something just as special for him when she got back. That never happened bc he died lmao loser /j

But yeah uhh. Shes got a lot of regrets. Wishes she coulda done a lot of things better. Kinda dies with those regrets. Ive seen people say that one of fnaf's charms is that no character is 100% good and i LOVE that, and wanted to keep it up with Janet. Good mom and overall a good person, however made some bad decisions along the way and whatnot.

Im still working out specifics (ive been slowly working on a lil private fic abt her and william meeting + their early relationship) but uhhh. Minor notes that dont get their own paragraphs is that William sampled her voice for Ballora so yay easy voice claim, she had an on and off relationship with her band's lead singer (her name's Bev), her birth name is actually Janice Schmidt but if you call her Janice she'll knock at least 2 of ur teeth out, she's a runaway teen and got adopted by this older couple bc her home life kinda sucked (idk specifics yet), and also girlie has an extensive criminal record of minor angsty teen type charges. Also teen Mike dying his hair and then 2020's Michael's hairstyle are both kinda references to Janet's hair because he wnated to look less like his father. Thats all ty. No read more bc you WILL look at my mrs afton post, boy /j

Actually no theres more that im remembering as i write the tags and edit a few details. Back to her and William because god im insane about them. So for starters it. Well i was gonna say Janet was def the first to flirt but i think William definitely developed a crush first and they only kept talking bc of said crush so its kinda up for debate. Anyways yeah at first it was a HUGE sorta like "Well he's funny especially when I fluster him so this can be just a fun lil thing" but because they chatted more they def kinda like. Clicked more. William was a huge fan of listening to her music (from. a distance. he looked kinda like a creep but at least janet only misinterpreted it once) but like *specifically* janet he didnt give a fucking shit abt the rest of the band. Uhh. They had their first run-in and janet kinda. Well. Punched him in the nose before he cleared up that he is NOT a pervert or anything weird like that (bc a guy that looks older than he is staring from a distance when there is a clear crowd he could join kinda gave janet the Wrong idea), then they later bumped into each other in the hall and chatted for a bit, then they kinda just kept "accidentally" running into one another. Uhhh. Some cigaerette-themed flirting and a house party later, yay dating :] can you tell where the current cut-off of the fic is /j Also idk how to put this down properly but they are both runaways and can kinda. Get that vibe from one another. Literally Michael is like some fucked up abomination of the both of them between the troubled past + weird situationship thing + runaway stuff + a lot of minor details that arent important rn. I just. Yeah Janet means the world to me go thru her tag on my blog for some art. Not all of my janet art is posted but the non-posted stuff is all concept work/doodles or just. Shit im too embarrassed to post lmao. Anyways NOW im done ty for reading

[jaegonsmoon]

Saw an anon ask about angsty Jaegon idea and wanted to share mine. I hope i didn't ruin you.

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/43155051"><strong>Foolish love</strong></a> (639 words) by Anonymous<br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/House%20of%20the%20Dragon%20(TV)">House of the Dragon (TV)</a><br />Rating: Mature<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings<br />Relationships: Aegon II Targaryen/Jacaerys Velaryon<br />Characters: Aegon II Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon, Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Rhaenyra Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Helaena Targaryen<br />Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Character Death, I'm Bad At Titles, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Angsty little shit/ I'm not kind to Aegon in this<br />Summary: <p>The Angsty Jaegon fic idea that just won't leave me alone. </p><p>Jace is taken as a hostage by the greens but are we sure he is the one in danger?</p>

I assure you it isn't that bad. He can survive because it's an open ending 😬

⚠️TW: Miscarriage/Blood/Death

omg

OMG—

I am CRUSHED. I was like “ohhhh fix it baby!!!” and then I READ FKN POISON AND GASPED SO LOUDLY WTFFF!! Nooo😭😭😭

I’m thinking about what ending I’d pick out of the open endings, and idk… maybe Aegon does survive. Or maybe not. But losing the babe absolutely destroyed him. Because he didn’t only lose Jace, but the purest thing they’ve made together. I do want Jacaerys to live off guilt and bitterness for the rest of his days. I can picture a scene where Aegon is muttering “the baby. Not my baby, please.”

He is feverish, and he is going through the miscarriage. He was probably three to four months, it hurts so so much. Jace can only stand there watching in absolute horror, because Aegon is pacing and clutching his stomach just like his mother did when she was trying to birth Visenya.

Jace remembers how painful his mother’s scream were, they are engraved into his memory and it’s been one of the things that have driven him into the madness he’s been putting up with this whole time. And he’s reliving it. But this is different. This is so much worst than his only sister being born dead. This was his child—and it was dying, because of him. He’d poisoned his own baby—

On the distance, Sunfyre can be heard screeching and revolting in the Dragon pit. Aegon is bloodied and on his knees, begging the maester for something that they know can’t be.

When it’s all over, Aegon has been given a high dose of milk of the poppy. He was bathed and placed on his bed. He didn’t have anyone. Aemond was away fighting his war. Heleana was dead, as were his other children. His mother was sent away for safety. He was all alone, and the one person he thought he did have, was the same one to destroy what little else he had in his life. He never wanted a crown, a throne, or even a wife. He had been fed the three against his wishes. He had only wanted two things: love and Jacaerys Velaryon. And for a minute he had them, or so he foolishly thought. And then he had none. No baby, no love, no Jace.

Before Aegon fell into the deep slumbers of the milk of the poppy, Jace had come to see him. He sat next to him on the bed, and Aegon blinked at him slowly, eyes wet with endless tears. “W-Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Jace had ask with undeserving right.

Aegon’s throat was raw and dry with the exertion of his wails and screams, but he still took a deep breath, swallowing hard. “I was… afraid you would think me a freak,” he paused, then huffed a wet, broken laugh. “Ironically, I didn’t think that to be the least of my problems.”

“Aegon…”

“I’m sorry— I tried, or I was trying, to come up with a way to stop… stop it all. Ever since I-I f-found out about the babe. I wanted it to be over. This senseless war that has no true meaning,” Aegon sobbed, his chest hurt and his abdomen was still cramping even when there was nothing to push out anymore. “I never wanted any of this. But did want this one thing… for us. I w-wanted our baby to have a good life. To be loved.”

Traitorous, silent tears streamed down Jacaerys’ face as he watched what he’d made out of King Aegon Targaryen. A broken man with nothing left to him. Just like he’d wanted to see him as.

But it was never supposed to hurt like this.

“I really wanted our baby to live. I’m so sorry, for everything. I’m sorry it was me the one to have carried it, m-maybe if it wasn’t me they would’ve stood a chance. I should have known… I’m sorry, I should have known.”

“Aegon, please, I’m so—”

“P-Please, don’t. Please don’t say it.” Aegon begged, grabbing his arm weekly. “You’re free to go. Please, Jacaerys, go.”

Jacaerys’ plan had concluded successfully, however, he’d never known heartbreak like this, not even after everything that had happened.

“I’m sorry it was me. I love you.” They were Aegon’s last words to him, quickly after that he’d finally passed out from the effects of the medicines and exhaustion, and pain.

When morning came, commotion ran through the kigndom, and news travelled quicker than dragons.

King Aegon, second of his name, had died under the dragon fire of his Sunfyre by his own command.

Prince Jacaerys never knew happiness, for a kinslayer he was, and he never forgave himself.

[xxlovelynovaxx]

hmmm... (screenshot below)

(an screenshot of a Tumblr post that says "the dissonance of RPF people- especially ones who know the people theyre making fanfics about are uncomfortable with it- to keep doing what theyre doing is crazy. don't get me wrong its not like the worst crime in the world, but how can you call yourself a fan of someone while also continuing to partake in behavior that makes them uncomfortable. or in some cases going so far as to negatively affect their life. idk dude. couldn't be me. It's very objectifying and self centered behavior.")

Somehow I think it's far more entitled to even suggest that someone should not be able to write something because it makes someone uncomfortable than to write about other people.

Celebrities are just as responsible for curating their own experience in fandom as the rest of us, and quite frankly I agree with the fandom olds who say that the people involved in media should be more separate from the fans than they are anyway. But when it can be mostly solved by something as simple as... filtering the RPF tag and not looking yourself up if it makes you uncomfortable... I mean, the vast majority of RPF writers know that not everyone likes RPF and tag accordingly. The rest... well, we all have the block button for a reason.

Now, if you're sending fics to the people they're about, that's different. If you're, idk, pretending they're not fictional and people are believing you, that's different.

But if the "negatively affecting their life" is coming from anything other than actually forcing someone to see the fics, or straight up lying about that person... that's the same logic antis use to claim that non-RPF hurts them because they magically forget the back button exists as soon as they see anything they don't like.

I'll also remind people that anyone larger than a microcelebrity? Their public-facing persona is quite literally a work of fiction itself. They are pretending to be a character they put on to interact with the general public. It is a character that shares their name and face, but it is still a character.

Even aside from that though, put quite simply, if people don't want to see RPF of themselves, they shouldn't go looking for it. They should filter tags and keywords while engaging with the fandom of their own media, if they feel the need to engage at all.

I can continue to call myself a fan of someone while engaging in behavior that makes them uncomfortable because I recognize it is their responsibility to engage with content surrounding them/their persona in a way they are comfortable with. I don't worry about them being negatively affected because if they are negatively affected by a fic they seek out, that is on them.

I do think there's a lot of issues with celebrity privacy and toxic parasociality, but I also happen to think that RPF in fandom circles, away from the person it is about, is quite literally the opposite of that. It is engaging with something consciously acknowledged as the fictionalized ideal of a celebrity, and NOT the actual person, in spaces intended to remain away from the person the fictional ideal is based off of.

It is taking a major element of toxic parasociality - projecting the image you've made in your head of the person you think you know based on their public-facing persona, when you really don't know them at all, and going "yeah, this is all made up. This isn't really about the real person, it's about someone I've made up in my mind based on them. The only place I shared this is in spaces that person would have to actively seek out and go looking for to find, spaces that are traditionally intended to be separate from that person."

Oh, and while we're on the subject of real people mattering more than fiction, factives and factkin do very much exist and have a right to tell their stories - including when they are their sources. That's little more than a very specific type of double. Someone quite literally writing about themself, when they are someone whose identity is uncontrollably and immutably based off another existing person, when they already face so much outright discrimination and hate for that...

Even if RPF writers were in any way actually responsible for the feelings and online experiences of celebrities, I'd still say that their right to openly exist and to cope with the pain and trauma of their existence being derided and denied matters more than someone else's discomfort.

I know multiple people will read this and their kneejerk response will be "but factkin/factives aren't REALLY that person" and... not only are you fundamentally misunderstanding kin identity, but you don't get to decide that and are doing exactly the harmful behavior that I'm calling out. You are misidentifying people and denying and speaking over their own account of their literal core identity because you don't believe it's possible or it makes you uncomfortable. That's not something you get to decide.

But really, all that is secondary to the real issue, which is: fandom creatives are not responsible for policing their work for the comfort of people who are fully capable of curating their own experience. Quite frankly, RPF makes me uncomfortable, and RPF of me would make me much more deeply so. Hell, regular fanfic makes some of our fictives uncomfortable. People use these same justifications to argue that fictives have a right to police fanworks, y'know? Fictives are also real people, and sometimes are their source.

But I use the back button and filtering like a responsible fan. I don't judge the people in our system (like one of the ones who helped write this post) who do write RPF, I just ask them to tag it.

I don't know how else to spell it out that you are misplacing the responsibility for avoiding and/or dealing with said discomfort when you blame fan creatives for engaging with fandom, a space traditionally divorced from source creators which has only suffered from more than very light interaction with them.

I don't know how else to explain that it is not "objectifying and self-centered" behavior to quite literally stay in your own lane and mind your own business about the fiction you write, tagging it appropriately to allow people to avoid it, but it IS minimally self-centered to demand to control what other people write based on your own discomfort or ESPECIALLY the discomfort of others.

I don't know how else to explain that discomfort is not harm, conflating the two is a very similar logical fallacy to the logic of disgust (if not a version of the same), and that insisting that what someone else writes is morally wrong rather than simply something that deeply squicks you is in fact both pro-censorship and causing you to "build fences in other people's yards". That is to say, you are trying to manipulatively control other people's behavior by setting your "boundaries" beyond the bounds of where you have a right to set them, and well past where you have a right to demand any kind of control over their behavior.

Or, to tl;dr: RPF fiction isn't even really about the people it's based on. That's where the "F" in the acronym comes from. It's about fandom engagement with a fictional persona in fandom spaces. It's a healthy way to deal with parasociality literally without involving the actual person behind the persona. Everyone, including celebrities, is responsible for curating their own online experience.

And if you demand to control what other people write on the basis of your discomfort, insisting that people's discomfort proves immorality and using loaded emotional language to insist they're being bad for it, someone is being self-centered and borderline harmful. It's not them. Hold everyone to the same standards of learning to use tag filtering and the back and block buttons. It's not that hard.

[loumauve]

thanks for tagging me, @novastellaris

Were you named after anyone? accidentally, not on purpose. very much to the dismay of my mum. (my dad forgot that his mother's middle name is the same as the name they picked for me)

When was the last time you cried? earlier today, or maybe late last night? been crying a lot lately, ever sínce my other grandma passed away. I'm always glad when I end up crying over a moving scene in a fic, or some lyrics in a song instead, ngl

Do you have kids? not unless my plant children count? I have quite a few, not as many as I used to, but still plenty. (I think current count is 55, though it used to be over double that at some point)

What sports have you played/do you play? I played soccer in kindergarten/elementary school (still salty over being the only one dressed in pink) but that was nothing serious, and then my asthma got worse and was no longer able to run for long periods of time, plus the hip issues I was born with flaring up a little every now and then. spent ten years in the circus though, which is kind of like sports? poi and juggling, dancing (mostly hip hop, swing, tap), mini trampoline stuff (where I nearly broke my nose and made a bloody mess of my friend's math homework), a lot of balancing (walking/doing tricks on the ball, unicycling, some tightrope walking.. incidentally the same tightrope I smashed my face into during my over-enthusiastic front flip off the trampoline), trapeze.. all kinds of stuff, really. loved it, still remember that time so very fondly even if it left my body a little too wrecked for comfort (my wrists are a mess and my ankles still roll every so often, my ribs still feel bruised whenever I gain too much muscle around the bottom of them, lol) also have dabbled in climbing, mostly indoor bouldering, which I really should get back to, these days the social anxiety gets the better of me though. inline skating which I love and my hips and knees hate, sadly enough.

tldr: I love all kinds of being active and moving around, it's just that my body doesn't agree with most of it.

Do you use sarcasm? a lot of the time, more so when fed up and grumpy or defensive

First thing you notice about people? clothes, maybe? hair, perhaps. faces, but also not in a way where I really remember them? I'm not sure, actually. but the first two are the things I tend to remember the most even long after I've last seen someone

What is your eye color? blue-grey, depending on the lighting it can be either near completely blue or really grey. idk

Scary movies or happy endings? both, preferably together. though, I'm not a fan of artificially happy endings, sometimes bittersweet and a little sad is the best you can get and that's fine with me. more true to real life that way anyhow

Any talents? hm. maybe it's finding all kinds of wonderful knick-knacks and integrating them into my flat to make it wonderfully chaotic and cluttered, but welcoming? (it prevokes either extreme joy or utter despair in visitors who come to my place lol) not sure that counts as a talent though.. I guess I'm real good at getting back up every time life does its best to crush me into a smudge on the sidewalk? can you call that a talent? it's either stubbornness or just straight up spite, definitely not a pretty sight but I make it work, somehow

Where were you born? Dresden, home sweet home. (home of old-ass architecture, the beloved Frauenkirche and Zwinger, eternally indebted and cursed by the river Elbe, sadly haunted by right wing politics) born and raised here, only lived elsewhere for a year and a half, or so. missed it terribly while I was gone, a blessing and a curse, really, but I don't think I'd ever want to move away again, no matter how haunted some places are for me now. I'd miss the river and the Elbsandsteingebirge too much.

What are your hobbies? a little bit of everything. collecting hobbies is another talent of mine. most hobbies last me a few weeks at most before they rest in limbo until I pick them up again, but here's a few: book binding, sewing, painting, video games, board games, reading, dissociating to the perfect (at the moment) song on loop for hours/days straight, sometimes (very rarely these days) writing - fic and poetry, dreaming (a fave, ngl. wouldn't mind if my life was nothing but), finding the most amazing terrible horror films to watch, collecting dice and rolling them until they all show the same numbers, collecting and looking at Magic: The Gathering cards and building decks that I then never end up playing with because I have nobody to play with (rip), making DnD characters that I will never play but have entire backstories for nonetheless, taking care of (and multiplying) my various plant children

Do you have any pets? not at the moment, I used to keep garden snails for a bit, but then I felt bad for them never experiencing the outdoors so I released the latest batch of them to where I found the parents originally. I hope they're alright out there. I'd love to have pets again, but I'm allergic to most furry beings, and my flat isn't a good place to keep non-furry animals either because it gets really cold and draughty in winter and far too hot and stuffy in summer, and I'd rather not subject any critters to that. plus, most of everything in here vibrates whenever I used the washing machine since I live in what used to be an attic space with wooden beams all around, so anything that needs structural integrity (like an aquarium etc) is out as well. I guess at the moment I do have a few visitors though, two tiny spiders that live in my bedroom and bathroom respectively, tucked away in corners where they don't bother me and I try not to bother them, and I regularly get bird visitors outside my bedroom window since I'm still putting out bird food that's left over from me feeding them over the winter, so I have a flock of 8 or so pigeons, a few crows and a few more magpies. not pets, but daily companions nonetheless.

How tall are you? 164 cm, which according to google is around 5'4''

Favorite subject in school? English (as a second language), Art, and maybe Biology? used to be German but then German became all about remembering boring dates and I lost interest

Dream job? no idea, I go where the winds of life blow me. I mean, in an ideal world (where my knees don't suck) I supposed I would have loved to be a graveyard gardener for the rest of my life. that was my favourite time at work ever. OR if we lived in a different time, maybe a lighthouse keeper. sometimes I still dream of that, or of roaming some deep dark woods and I feel so very at peace

[makerofmadness]

a summary of kirby and the forgotten land (plot-wise)

(obviously there will be spoilers so i’m putting this all under a read more)

uh i guess this is for the people who have been following me for the cookie run content who now have to watch me kirbypost about the forgotten land novel (idk how big the fandom overlap is knjdifhsojdfn) idk

so kirby was just strolling along the path with nothing to do and then his warp star comes out of nowhere like “hey let’s fly” and kirby’s like “ok” and then they fly

but then they fly too close to an incoming hurricane(?) and there’s a vortex in the hurricane and it’s sucking everyone up like kirby sucks up his food and kirby gets sucked up and then crystal shards-esque body horror happens to kirby but don’t worry he’s fine he just gets a new gimmick for the game

so kirby wakes up with a face full of sand and he can move in three dimensions now and he walks into some abandoned city overrun with plants and also various common enemies from dream land that still want to murder kirby above all else because child murder hell yeah

also there are Dogs but they’re Evil Dogs

and kirby can stretch his body over cars now and somehow operate them like that so that's cool

anyway so eventually he gets to the wrecked remains of a town and waddle dees are being mass-kidnapped by birds that look like flint lockwood’s dad from cloudy with a chance of meatballs and he sees them corner and trap a blue mouse so he saves the blue mouse and the mouse’s name is elfilin and he wants to save the waddle dees too so adventure begins

also bandee is there to tag along and help if you have friends who can play co-op with you

anyway so they travel around the new world beating up furries/the beast pack who are the kidnapping waddle dees for some reason and not much happens minus the restoration of the town and also kirby getting to use a gun and a drill

also meta knight shows up to fight kirby in a colosseum and then seemingly does nothing for the rest of the game until it’s revealed in the postgame that he was protecting the waddle dee town so he wasn’t actually being useless after all but like yeah

anyway so after beating up harambe, discord mod whispy woods (complete with a goatee), and girlboss cat, kirby and co. reach the ice level and then shxt happens

so kirby just strolls up to the church(?) like “oh wow this adventure’s been so much fun i sure hope my brother hasn’t been brainwashed by the furries” and then king dedede is there like “hello kirby i have been brainwashed by furries” and so boss fight happens and then dedede kidnaps the rat and gets carried away by the flint lockwood dad birds

so yeah now they have to travel continents to chase after them and they beat up a nonbinary armadillo and its supply of diy wives in the desert and then they get to the lava level which any true gamer would know is the final level of the game

and so after going through that and refighting the bosses and stuff because The Council Will Decide Your Fate kirby finally catches up to dedede who was starting to get his memories back after the fight with kirby so he got stuck with some mask that mind controls him even harder and then he goes feral and starts running around on all fours and biting and kirby has to beat him up again to make him snap out of it finally 

so after that dedede is back to normal and he and kirby get to be happy for all of five seconds before an elevator opens and a bunch of furries come charging at them so everyone makes a run for the elevator but one of the waddle dees freed at the end of the fight trips and dedede goes back to save him by flinging him over at kirby who was trying to hold the door open for him. so yeah dedede stays behind to fight off the furries and then surprise plot twist there is one last world/level

and then the game has full voice-acting and lore dump happens about specimen id-f86 who started destroying the new world when it arrived and then got captured and turned into a lab rat basically (something about planetary warp technology idk) but then part of the specimen broke off and escaped. 

also the waddle dees are revealed to have been put in hamster wheels presumably to power something so yeah.

kirby reaches the top floor and encounters the furries’ king leongar who reveals that elfilin was that missing piece of the specimen and that his goal was to unite the two pieces because surprise he’s also being controlled by the giant test tube rat nightmare fetus creature thing that is specimen id-f86. and so boss fight happens and elfilin is freed but then the specimen throws a hissy fit and breaks out and just consumes leongar and the other furries who came rushing in after having presumably knocked dedede unconscious and waited patiently for the elevator to come back down.

and so they all get eaten and then the reason for the PEGI fear warning happens (aka. fecto forgo) and kirby and co. have to run away while also beating the crap out of it so yeah.

at the end though fecto forgo grabs elfilin and becomes an Orb and flies away so kirby has to go up to the helicopter pad rooftop to fight the final boss: fecto elfilis (aka the nonbinary rat god). anyway so elfilis summons meteors and has healing attacks and stuff but kirby still manages to kick their butt and free elfilin which causes elfilis to start melting.

elfilis throws another hissy fit and decides that they want to just destroy everything so they summon a huge portal and start pulling kirby’s home planet of pop star through with the goal of making it collide with the new world. kirby knows he has to stop elfilis so he stretches himself over a giant truck and goes charging at it. like across buildings right into the sky and with elfilins help he rams right into it. he defeats elfilis with the power of vehicular manslaughter.

then he and elfilin (and bandee) get thrown back into dream land but the portals are still open so elfilin’s like “i have to commit a heroic sacrifice to save everyone” so he uses all his power to close the connection between the worlds and seemingly dies but don’t worry he survives and thanks to the power of different worlds working on different time frames his recovery and return to dream land seems almost instantaneous to kirby so yeah happy ending.

except post game happens because leongar’s soul still needs saving and long story short they almost have another showdown with the final boss’s soul like in most kirby games but then morpho knight (aka the kirby universe grim reaper who is also a butterfly) shows up and uses the power of it/its pronoun swag to absorb them and take its knight form (so basically it got out of canon jail but galacta knight still hasn’t). and so kirby throws hands with it and wins and leongar is saved and can return home to his wife.

and they all lived happily ever after the end (minus the extra-hard additional boss rush mode at the end with a new final boss that actually wraps things up but my macbook’s almost dead so i’m done here-)

so basically this game was just a reverse-isekai thank you for coming to my ted talk

[jujywrites]

A Walk in the Park

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It was a lovely summer day. Tohru decided to go for a walk in town, wherever her feet took her. Kyo, knowing her tendency to get lost even in local areas, thought he might as well get some air too. Yuki had tried to read but soon felt twitchy inside by himself, so he tagged along as well.

And so, eventually they ended upon either side of her, taking her hands like always. They were just about to cross the street when—

“Ai-chan! Yu-chan!”

Tohru's iron grip made them both stop, looking at her and then where she was staring. The paths were crowded, so neither of them could tell anything.

“It’s— it's— them, it’s definitely them, I know it is!!” Her voice was quiet, but her barely contained fangirl elation was crystal-clear.

"Who?" said Kyo.

"Where?" said Yuki.

"Aizo-kun, and Yuu-kun, and I heard Suzumi-san too," she replied in a shrill whisper, pulling them a few steps forward on shaking legs. “What do I do?!?!”

The answer turned out to be...

...nothing.

Someone passed Kyo in the crowd, their hat pulled low, a dark (blue??) ponytail and blue eyes giving him a crackle of recognition. There was delay in noticing the two people following him because suddenly he had to help Yuki keep Tohru upright, her knees buckling as she let out a tiny squeak.

"Oh my gosh," she breathed, face bright pink. "Oh my gosh Aizo-kun looked at me...! And Hiyo— Suzumi-san too?!"

"H-Hey," he exclaimed as she nearly goes all the way down; he looked at Yuki and exasperation flared upon seeing his dazed face. "Damn rat, get ahold of yourself!"

Somehow they all made it over to a bench in one piece.

Tohru was shaking, hands clutching her own shirt "Th-They're even more stunning..."

"In person...!" Yuki finished her sentence, looking only slightly more together.

Kyo rolled his eyes, resolutely tamping down the celebrity forcefield tingles. Somehow, though, seeing Suzumi-san up close, even for a second...

He blinked, shaking his head. Yuki and Tohru resolved into their everyday selves, rather than the brightly-clad, head-mic-wearing duo he saw for a second; the roar of a lightstick-wielding crowd dulled to the murmur of shoppers and commuters walking by.

What the hell was that?

"And they really are just... like us."

If it weren't for his Zodiac-enhanced senses, he would've missed what she said in a whisper. As it was, well— "The hell do you mean, like us?"

She blushed, again. (Strangely, Yuki did too.) "W-Well, that is... I mean, I w-w-wish..."

He didn't push her when she trailed off, the answer just out of reach in his mind but just clear enough to make his face warm. Why??? He grumbled, irritable now, yet not inclined to move with the other two still sitting.

"I'm thirsty," Yuki announced, sounding a bit wobbly still.

"Oh! We passed a lemonade cart a while back. What do you think, Kyo-kun?"

He stood, pulled up along with her, and Yuki, because she took their hands again. "Y-Yeah, okay."

Truth be told (which it couldn't be, not yet, if ever), he'd be fine wandering around with them for the rest of the day if that was what they wanted.

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Had a funky dream last night that I would like to share

I was playing a Minecraft-like game (it may have actually been Minecraft with guns idk) in which the player could explore cool floating ruins. however, by doing... something (flying too fast, looking back while flying, killing a certain mob, I don’t remember which of these triggered it), the game froze and I was moved to a flat room, pitch-black except for a giant white circle, kind of like a moon, 8 eyes repeatedly opening and disappearing with a really gross noise, in a katana zero type art style with a faint glitchy overlay. I remember feeling simultaneously terrified and mildly frustrated, like this was a Thing That Happened in the game but that I was scared of. 

Suddenly I was in a discord call with people I knew but do not actually know or remember, and the fight against the thing (no other name) started. the game was now a 2d smash-style game in which we had to somehow take down the boss with makeshift weapons. There were three phases: the first was just fighting the thing as it was, the second was the creature elongating and growing a horrible, long-legged body, the white face-circle being its only weakness. I don’t remember the third phase, and I’m not sure I want to tbh, but I know I died by falling out of the map and being consumed by the thing. thinking about it still kind of gives me vertigo.

The rest of my team won, and then the dream gets a little blurry because I’m pretty sure spring trap spawned in a toilet stall to try and hunt down the rest of the call but failed because he forgot we could communicate via phones... not the weirdest dream I’ve ever had but I feel the need to share it so I can maybe be free of Moonface McSpiderfuck, my eternal tormentor.

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[temporoom]

I thought a lot about the Percy Jackson books and the Harry Potter books lately.

I think that, for the first, it’s because of the new TV series, and for the latter, because of its infamous author… So, I thought about it a lot: my relationship with those books, this gut feeling that made me think about them no matter how much I changed or grew, and how the world around me changed and grew with those books. I kind of wanted to say some things about them, just to get it out of my chest, once and for all…

Harry Potter, everyone knew it. “What do you mean you haven’t read Harry Potter? Everyone has read Harry Potter!” everyone would say to me. Just like its protagonist, there was this aura around them, something that made them feel almost… holy. It was then hard to explain to people that I had seen or heard about its author only once, on Wikipedia, and upon seeing her photo thinking: “This is not a good person.” I’m not the type to like making rash judgements, but my feelings towards J.K. Rowling were something deeper, a gut feeling, something that was telling me that this woman would do no good. But she gave to charities, and she wrote an amazing book series, didn’t she? So, nobody believed me… I was right in the end. She is not evil, but she does no good.

I read the Percy Jackson series first. I did not buy the book on a whim at a bookstore when I was eight, no, my mother had actually bought The Lighting Thief first… for herself. She would nag me to read it, telling me I would love it, but like any child receiving suggestions from their parents, I didn’t want to listen to her. The first movie had come out by then, and in my eyes, Percy Jackson was just another book about popular kids doing popular kids stuff and being brave, loved, confident and… everything I wasn’t at the time. No one I could have related to. One day, my mother left the book on a chair before leaving to buy groceries, and, as if I was committing a crime, I took it and hid in my room to read it.

“Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.”

First sentence in, and I knew it would be for life. Before I had realized it, I read a third of the book by the time my mother got home, searching for the book frantically until she realized where it was. She smiled to me, “Do you like it?”, “I do,” I replied, ashamed of my previous prejudices about the book. It would then become months and years of being the one to nag my mother so she would buy the next book, wait for her to finish it so I could read it myself and then… Well, at some point I stopped waiting for her to finish them to read them myself. Nico di Angelo was my favorite character, Percy Jackson, my hero, and Annabeth Chase, my role model. When I learned about the Heroes of Olympus series, I bought them the moments I saw the covers in the bookstore.

“What about Harry Potter?”

There was the question again, the holy book, the one everyone knew, and everyone had to read. There wasn’t malice, just… it seemed obvious, for everyone. But this gut feeling again… this woman would do no good. I ended up reading them. Just the first two books, actually, got bored later, went back to Percy Jackson, re-read it again. Then I finally read Harry Potter, seriously this time, like those books were parts of a study about humanity that I was making.

They were good. I couldn’t deny it. The story structure was incredible, characters? Well-written. Universe? Fascinating… Yet… I couldn’t get into it, something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t making me feel like Percy Jackson made me feel. Harry Potter wasn’t my hero like Percy was, Harry was… and annoyance. Someone I had to go through to progress in the story. I didn’t dislike him per se, but he just wasn’t someone I felt I had a connection with.

Years later, I think I understand why. I understand why Percy Jackson, and not Harry Potter. Why Nico di Angelo was my favorite character, and why I couldn’t even remember the names of the Harry Potter characters. And why I had this gut feeling…

Harry Potter… didn’t have the anger that Percy Jackson had.

I realized it upon hearing the Percy Jackson musical, there was something the books that I only realized then… God, they were… full of angst, traumatizing pasts, and… anger! “Mom and Dad are too busy being gods”, “I just wanted to be a good kid!” I never realized those were actual parts of the books. And then, I did realize it. It was, it even was why I loved the Percy Jackson books actually.

Percy wasn’t just funny, he was… relatable. He was angry. He was surrounded by incompetent adults who were established as being incompetent. He was loved by his mother, but hated at school for no other reason than the fact that he was different. He wanted to live his life and then he became the hero of a quest he never asked to be a part of. And he knows it.

That’s what mattered in Percy Jackson, Percy knows he is not treated right.

I knew I wasn’t treated right.

I was angry. I was surrounded by incompetent adults. I was loved by my parents but hated by my sibling and my classmates because I wasn’t like them. I was asked to grow up, to just take it and leave the others out of the problems they had put me in, act like an adult when I was… When I was only a child. And I knew it.

Meanwhile, in Harry Potter… Adults were incompetent, but no one would have dare even acknowledge it. School was an awesome place where you would have friends and learn amazing new things. The world is unjust, but who cares? It’s magical. And you want it to stay this way, right? Harry Potter was glorifying a life that had transformed me into a cynical depressed twelve years old whose greatest wish was to jump out of the classroom’s window and die.

A life that had taken everything away from me, a system that had took everything away from me, who took the child in me and threw it in a dumpster before setting it on fire. Harry Potter was mocking me, from behind the doors of this system he could thrive in. He was enjoying it, alongside all the others, who, as good accomplice, would only watch the thousands of kids who just like me, could not express their anger at this world… But Percy Jackson would throw himself in the dumpster, he would grab our arms and pull us out, shout at us to get a grip, to be angry, to hate this world we asked nothing of, to ask for love, to ask to be allowed to be different…

I think that’s the thing Rick Riordan understood as he wrote for children, for bookworms more specifically: that we were angry at our inability to do anything. We were angry, not because we wanted to be adults, but because we weren’t allowed to be children. It doesn’t matter if we are in a place that finally accepts us, it’s not enough, it won’t take away the years of ignorance and suffering. We want change. We want respect. We want love. We want that, not just for the lonely child we used to be, but for all the other lonely children who cried alone in their room because they had no one to rely on.

Harry Potter told me “If you find a place to thrive in this pre-established system, isn’t that enough?”

Percy Jackson told me “Screw the hierarchy, screw the pre-established systems and worldview, screw this world who treated us like we deserved nothing… Let’s make something greater. Let’s make something everyone will be able to thrive in.”

The Harry Potter books were great escapism, but the Percy Jackson books made me want to live.