#just i dont know how to talk to him when like this without being pitiful

[trapper-faggot]

Nothing like being aware of how pathetic you are while messaging your boyfriend

[lavandulawrites]

The fact that there are no yandere Kinich fics/hcs is illegal. Litterly, the whole internet is all over him and no single fic/hc? R u shitting me?

Anyways, if you would be as kind as to consider this following request: yandere Kinich with a darling who is in love with someone else.

You dont have to do it if you dont want to. Have a nice day and make sure to drink enough water!

A Supporting Friend

He is truly criminally underrated</3 Fun fact my saurian is called Roberto haha

Masterlist

Warnings: stalking, Ajaw being a dick (what’s new), Kinich is delusional, murder, slight gore, Kinich is jealous, female reader

Word count: 814

A second didn’t pass without him thinking of you. His hazel eyes trains on you as you went about your day. You were so effortlessly beautiful. Like a goddess. As the dark haired man snuck in the shadows following you, he couldn’t help but feel a burning hatred whenever you looked at him. He was taller than Kinich with huge muscles and a stupid smile that never left his face.

The raven haired man hid behind a large stacks of boxes as he watched over you. God knows what could happen to you now that the Abyss were more aggressive than ever.

His annoying companion popped out of thin air with a whine. “Are you seriously still following her?” the little dragon-like creature asked with amusement.

Kinich spared him not even a single glance as he continued to let his eyes watch you.

“Jeez, ya are seriously fucked in the head, aren’t ya?” the little gremlin laughed. “Just face it, she doesn’t like you. Just like everyone else, so why don’t you just trip and die?” Ajaw snickered like the little devil he was.

“Shut up” Kinich sneered as he looked Ajaw away which resulted in multiple cursers following.

Of course Kinich knew your heart didn’t belong his, at least not yet. Your eyes were sat on that disgusting fool of a man. It was a pity and made Kinch’s skin crawl.

Days passed and you continued to see Kinich as only a friend. A friend which you told all your secrets and asked for help with various matters. Normally the young man would be over the moon with being so close to you, but not when you continued to rant about him.

“Roberto looked at me today. He even smiled! Do you think he likes me Kinich?” you asked him as you looked off in the distance with a longing gaze.

Oh if only you knew how much he loved you, how his heart fluttered in his chest when you looked at him. When you smiled it was like the Celestia had granted their blessing. Still, he chose to hold his tongue and only hum at your question. “I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him” he answered with a strained voice. As he watched the red flowers that littered the meadow in front of them, he couldn’t help but imagine how Roberto’s blood would look against the lush grass.

“I want to ask him on a date” you interrupted his trained of thought. “Tomorrow” you turned to look at him with a huge smile. A bale blush dusted your cheeks as you thought about your crush.

Kinich’s heart quickened at the cute display of your blush. If only he was the one to make you blush. “Oh really?” he mumbled.

“Yeah. I want it to be perfect though. I am thinking in the field with flowers in the forest near my house. It’s the perfect spot. Really romantic.

“Indeed. Romantic” the words akin a sneer.

The next day the ancient name bearer jumped from tree to tree as he stalked Roberto on his way to hunt. The robust man was busy adjusting his crossbow, completely unaware to his surroundings. Kinich scoffed at his obliviousness and he couldn’t help the smirk that crept upon his lips.

He leapt down on the grown as silent as a feather as he crawled towards the man. His claymore already in his hand.

Quicker than a heartbeat he jumped up from the bush and ran towards Roberto.

Roberto screamed as he picked up his crossbow. Unfortunately for him, the weapon were not loaded and completely useless.

“What do you want?!” he screamed as he backed away with quick steps.

The hazel eyed man remained silent as he stalked closer and closer towards him.

With wide eyes Roberto turned on his heel and ran.

The case was as thrilling as Kinich had expected. Given his massive body, Roberto was rather slow compared to the shorter man. Stupid too.

It didn’t take long before Roberto had stopped at the end of the cliff. He was trapped between the blood thirsty man and the high fall. Neither he would survive.

Kinich had become tired of the little hunt so he leaped forward and missed Roberto’s chest by a mere centimetre. Which resulted in Roberto falling to his death with a high pitched scream that suited more a little girl than a 190 cm man.

Kinich peered over the cliff and down on the stony ground. Roberto’s body was no more than a red mass that looked like spaghetti given how he had landed on multiple sharp rocks. A satisfied smile tugged on Kinich’s lips.

Now he had to play the role of a comforting friend and hold you in his arms as you sobbed over your deceased crush. His smiled widened uncharacteristically at the thought of you finally being his.

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

The Riddler (Edward Nashton) Dating Headcanons

Ask: "shakes ur hand. hope it's not too much, but could i req some headcanons on what'd it'd be like to date the riddler/edward nashton? i dont mind SFW or NSFW! :3"

Contents/Possible Warnings: Angst, Edward is slightly a little creep, fluff, GN!Reader/AMAB and AFAB inclusive, smut warnings in labeled section, SMUT, MDNI

Other Notes: I did both SFW and NSFW, but they're separated into labeled sections in case anybody wants to only read one or the other. I'm happy to be writing for Eddie again! Thank you, Anon. 💚

SFW Headcanons:

You're most likely to meet him somewhere he frequents heavily, such as his workplace or his favorite diner. You're probably his coworker in some way or someone who works/is a regular at the diner. He's not very social, so it'll take him a while before he greets you in any way. Expect a lot of glances or small smiles from him before he feels confident enough to strike up a conversation with you.

Alternatively, you could even be a follower of his. This would change the meeting dynamic a lot, as he'd be more confident in talking to you; he does have ways of knowing things about you if you attend his streams (you should probably invest in better security for your computer, y'know.)

Edward has never had any sort of long-term or serious/semi-serious relationship before you, which is something he's never been proud of. His relationships before you were short-lived and when he was much younger, and they typically came to be because someone pitied him or needed to use him for something. They were hardly really even relationships.

He doesn't form bonds easily with others on account of never really being given the chance, so his relationship with you cycles between him being distant and scared to interact with you out of fear of rejection or abandonment, all the way to him being very clingy and affectionate when he realizes you're not leaving.

Even when he's deep into his fears regarding rejection, he's still very loving. Not a day goes by without him telling you how much he appreciates and loves you. You're the first person in his eyes to truly give him a chance, and he'll never let that go.

Similar to how he sees Batman before meeting him face-to-face in Arkham, Edward thinks you're the only good thing in the city. You are his angel in every sense of the word, a beacon of light in his miserable life.

Going back to the topic of affection, he starts very awkwardly. He's touch-starved in every single way. He's rarely been hugged, kissed, cuddled, etc. He craves affection, but it scares him at first, because he's afraid of fucking it up and pushing you away.

His first kiss with you is something you initiate, and he freezes up when your lips touch his. With his heart pounding in his chest from pure adrenaline, he melts into it, letting out a desperate whine against your lips. He is pathetic in an endearing way.

You'll have to teach him how to kiss, but he's a quick, eager learner. Soon after, kisses will become a primary form of affection for him (giving and receiving).

He's the first one to say "I love you," albeit accidentally. It had slipped out one night while you were on a date, and while he meant it he worried it was too soon, or that he had even might've mistaken your relationship for something more serious than you had seen it.

You had to reassure him that everything was alright and that you did share his feelings. "I love you, Eddie." You had told him.

He had never heard those words before, and they felt exhilarating to hear. He almost started crying, but held it back because you were both in the middle of a restaurant and he didn't want to embarrass you. Once you two get home he hugs you tightly, crying into your shoulder as he does. He's just so happy.

Jumping to discuss his inevitable change into the Riddler, he's very secretive about it in the beginning. It's for three main reasons: he doesn't want to jeopardize his plans and work, he doesn't want to scare you, and lastly, he doesn't want to lose you.

You found out on your own, discovering his whole Riddler outfit hidden carefully in a mostly unused storage closet in your shared apartment. You do eventually accept him and what he's doing to some extent, but his hiding it from you does cause tension and a newfound distrust in your relationship.

Once things settle he's eager to show you off to his followers. He covers what features need to be covered, of course. With a mask of your own covering your face, he gleefully introduces you to his watchers, a myriad of giggles leaving him as he does.

You're met with a positive reception by his chat, with many asking to see you in future streams. You become a feature of his tamer ones, usually being in the background or chiming in occasionally.

Weirdly, his crazed giggles and little riddles are nice to hear. They mean he's happy, and that's what you want for him. He's lived a horrible, lonely life and you think he deserves something good for a change.

All in all, Edward is an awkward, but sweet man to be with. Even when he's dangerous and out for blood when donned in his Riddler persona, he'd still never hurt you. He's in love for the first time in his life, and every part of him cherishes you. Whether he's your Eddie or the infamous Riddler, a lot of love is to be expected from him. He'd happily kill for you, no questions asked.

Bonus: He gives you a lot of cards filled with cheesy, romantic riddles. "What flower is kissable? Tulips." Or "What did the paper clip say to the magnet? I find you very attractive!" The more it borders on being funnily cringe-worthy, the better it is to him.

NSFW Headcanons (Contains: Oral sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, sex on a live stream, semi-clothed sex, questionable use of duct tape):

He fucks like he's in heat. The first time you have sex with him he's rutting into you, trying to get as much of you as possible. He's whimpering, moaning, and whining. He's loud, too. He tries to speak, to let you know how fucking good it feels and how much he loves you, but he's unable to. He's overwhelmed by it all, but it feels too amazing for him to stop

He doesn't last long during your first time, spilling into you with barely a warning, a long whine of your name leaving his mouth as he cums. When he's done he has a dopey smile on his face, green eyes glazed over.

He cuddles after sex every single time. He may like feeling used during the act itself sometimes, but afterward, he wants to feel loved. Snuggle with him, give him little kisses, and clean up with him and he's good to go. Sex is very intimate for him, especially when he's being submissive to you during the earlier parts of your relationship.

This man loves to give oral. He's sloppy and makes a mess of you while he does it, but he is eager to please. He sucks dick/eats pussy like it's his calling and his life depends on it. Please tug on his hair while he's on his knees for you, he loves it.

Edward may give you control, but the Riddler is a different story. The mask gives him confidence and makes him feel fully in control. He feels unstoppable. He'll be a lot rougher and degrading, often demanding you beg for him to touch you. Even so, he's still your Eddie under that mask, and Eddie fucks like he's desperate.

If you're up for it, the Riddler will have sex with you on his stream, claiming it's a little treat for his loyal followers. It gets him off knowing that even though you're being viewed by hundreds all across Gotham City, you're still his and he's the only one touching you. He likes to show off what's his.

He's a fan of taking Polaroids of you during the aftermath of your sessions. Some of his favorites have you tied up with his cum in or on you.

Speaking of tying you up, he likes to use duct tape on your wrists for some extra, kinky control over you.

Edward Nashton is a horny, desperate little freak.

[yan-lorkai]

https://www.tumblr.com/yan-lorkai/720655214474035200/good-evening-if-you-dont-mind-id-like-to-hear

Okay so what about this but the reader got a hysterectomy or got her tubes tied before they met without him knowing? How do you think the boys would react? Like let’s say they didn’t have the (new) surgery where you could transplant another woman’s uterus to get pregnant. What would they do if they found out she couldn’t get pregnant anymore?

☆ A/N: Interesting concept, I hadn't thought about it before :o. Wrote this for Malleus, Leona, Rook and Riddle. Let me know if you want a part 2 with other characters, darling!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, pregnancy talk, hysterectomy, afab reader (no pronouns used).

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Malleus would be indifferent - not because he doesn't want a child with you. But because it is still possible for you two to have a biological child without you necessarily being pregnant, as dragon fae eggs can only be brought to existence through pure love. Though not in the conventional way, your child will be born as he did once, hatching from an egg, nurtured with the love you both feel. But, in the scenario that this possibility also couldn't happen, he would be devastated. He really wanted to have a family with you and it's just not possible anymore. His dreams are shattered and he needs a moment to recompose himself, you can hear thunders for days on end. Deep within he wished he had met you earlier, that he could keep you from making this surgery. But what's done is done. Though he wonders, could he regrown your uterus with his magic?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Leona is apathetic about it. It was not a priority as he liked having all your attention on himself, but even someone like him had imagined how your child would look like. Would they have your eyes and his smile? Either way, when you tell him that you got a hysterectomy due to health problems and couldn't get pregnant, he just kinda nods and goes on as if he hadn't heard that at all. It's not really a big deal to him. If you want a child so bad then you can always adopt one or two, even three or four.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Rook is so dramatic about it. He write many melancholic poems in your honour for some reason, coming from a big family you figured he would be more shocked or something. But he is chill with the news, just affectionately annoying you and draping himself all over you. After all he knows he can still tie you to him even without a baby. However he does daydream about you, fuzzy face from sleep and with bed hair, holding your baby at night, singing to make them sleep. He kinda wishes it was possible though, he wanted to be with you through each and every stage of your pregnancy. A pity.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Riddle is clearly unhappy with the news. Like, it is true that there are some diseases and syndromes that require partial or total removal of the uterus or cutting of the uterine tubes. Whatever your reason for having that surgery, Riddle respects that, he even asked you if you were suffering from something. But he still feels sad knowing that he won't be able to have children with you, though he will never tell you that to not burden you with his unnecessary thoughts. But it's noticeable, the way he sighs and stares at the wall for several minutes, or how happy he is when he can take care of his friends' children. It's obvious even. Every happy couple have a child but you two. So if you can't get pregnant, Riddle wants to adopt.

[http-finnick]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫

finnick odiar x fem!reader

summary: after the war, your whereabouts are a mystery left with missing next to it. finnicks days are gloomy without his love as jealous friends burden him.

request: hi I love your finnick stories so much!! i really like reading them ♥️ i saw requests are open an was wondering if you could do a finnick x reader where its after the war and he thinks shes dead but later finds out she’s alive and he’s just happy and excited to plan their life together? thank you ♥️

I dont..miss her. it's strange. I- I want her here it's just..I feel like I've lost something..like I'll find it soon. It'll be in arms reach soon, just...wait. that's all. wait.

"you're grieving. It's denial" his head pops up to see a red-headed woman cross her legs, he almost forgot he was saying that all out loud

"she isn't missing, Finnick, she isn't at arms reach. She's dead." Annie moves her hair behind her ear before resting her head on her hand, staring at his expression, for a reaction to her statement

"some shrink you are." he scoffs, he hates how she's talking. she isn't dead. she cant be.

"...finnick" pity. her tone is pitiful and there's nothing he despises more. he struggles to find logic to support his calm as he fumbles from rage

"no body."

"what?" "no body. no proof. she could be alive" now he stares straight at her. her wide brown eyes flashing a sign of annoyance before being coated with a wave of seriousness.

"we went over this. you need to look at the facts-" "I am. no body." now he's getting defense, how could she say that? wheres her hope? she never gives up on anyone why would she give up on you so quickly?

"you called me a shrink. I'm not. I'm a friend and you need to listen to me as that. mourn her. do it now before you hold onto her forever"

.

she's gone. I know that now. I don't talk about her anymore, annie doesn't like the noise. mostly to myself when I want to reminisce on good memories that just end up with me crying in the bathroom like a pathetic wimp. sometimes I think to talk about her to annie but she just tells me to let go of her. but I can't.

the 5 stages of grief. Annie told me about that. is confusion one? I feel confused.

I sit on the island counter as I hear fabric on fabric, it's the dress of annie swiping against itself as she walks in to check on me.

"hey, you okay?" she leans against the wall, fiery red hair longer than ever as she awaits my answer

"uhh, yeah, yeah." brushing it off as I sit up, she isn't satisfied. he knows but it isn't the time.

"wanna talk about it?" seriously? he can? and to think she hated the noise

"it'd be nice" he answered sniffing slightly as he was already getting emotional

"what's the matter?" she sits down and motions for him to do as well, he hesitates, feeling more in control of the situation by standing and looking away, but, he sits.

"uh, I'm really am missing her a lot more" he watched her chew her cheek and he starts to feel claustrophobic. is he a burden? an annoyance to bring up the past? to dwell so heavily?

"what are you hanging onto so much?" her tone is soft but he knows spitfire when he hears it, he smiles and bites his bottom lip, he knew it was too good to be true.

"what?" shes clueless. utterly clueless and he's about to snap

"no it's just, wow."

"..wow?"

"you tell me to mourn but I'm never allowed to!" he smiles while sitting up, completely done. over her bullshit and looking for a fight

"well, mourning isn't clinging onto things fin." she hits right back, ready to get this over with and go to bed.

"what the hell is wrong with you? I- I have no one to fucking talk to!"

"you aren't here when you talk! you are somewhere else living in the past and you can't hear anyone when they tell you the truth!"

"oh- oh so what this truth?" he pushes her, ready for her to say, daring her to.

"that she's dead and you need to get over that." she strikes for the kill and it fucking hurts. he bites his tongue as she scoffs and tries to form a semi-redeemable apology that he knows he just bullshit

"no. I need you to get the fuck out." he waves his hand mindlessly towards the door as he stares at the floor, feeling blood pool into his mouth from biting his tongue a little too hard

.

two of the most important women are gone from his life and he only has a chance with one of them.

he wears dress pants and a button-up with flowers he picked this morning. he needs at least for this to work out.

he slides the bouquet onto the counter and lets his fingers run through his fluffy locks as he opens the fridge, trying to find some drinks they can have together as he scans the empty cold box.

he throws his head back at the sound of the rippling scream of his phone, he can't deal with post-capitol shit right now.

he swings his feet and grabs the telephone off the wall, stating his name and 'hi' as he waits

a woman chimes in on the other line stating herself and her authority as she starts to say things he doesn't really understand, numbers of times and dates, he doesn't do appointments or capitol press anymore

"wait- wait. I'm sorry, what?"

"for ms.l/n, when will you arrive for her?" he drops the phone as his throat closes up. they found her. they found her. they found her.

her body.

pickup. they want me to come to get her. his knees became weak and he slid to the floor, only now hearing her voice asking for him as it dangled next to his shaking body

he grabs it and puts it up to his ear, his voice cracking as he asks what date, time, and location to...pick her up.

he couldn't help but notice the way she talked about 'ms.l/n' in a slight past tense. he wanted confirmation for the longest time but it was bittersweet knowing she was actually gone. no fuck that. it's bitter it hurts like hell. it feels like the day he found out she was gone and panicked looking for her, though this time actually finding a body. he isn't gonna let Annie's "coping 101" infect his brain now. he is in pain. he feels like he is dying.

his love is gone. It's been months of her gone but now she's gone.

the train ride was silent as he just sat there in shock the whole time. he was lucky enough to get one today. he hopes they are wrong, hoping when he walks in it'll be someone else.

he stumbles into the hospital, telling the nurses about the call and about the woman on the other line. they tell him a room number and he floats there without question.

he notices how the room isn't leading to a morgue but rather a patient room. maybe it's full. maybe they found her with other missing troops.

and turns the door and cracks it open, he can't stop himself to shut his eyes tightly as he hopes shes is in a zipped body bag at least

he opens his eyes right when he walks in.

there. it's you. no doubt.

it's you sitting up. you're alive.

"y-y/n?"

"holy shit finnick..you're all dressed up for me?" how, how could you joke at this time? how can you joke at all? you were dead. he thought you died he-

he sprints towards you and hugs you tightly, tears flowing from his eyes as he smells you, feels you, loves you again

"I- I thought you died.."

"me too" you mumble feeling your own tears slip out as he weeps against you. you're safe.

"I love you, I love you so much" he cries out, not daring to pull away from you but you manage to lift him up just enough to be face-to-face with him. you kissed him softly, his lips familiar and warm

"I love you too"

you're thin and bruised. utterly beaten down by nature as your busted lip smiles at him, and he knows no matter how long you were lost you were the same old you deep down.

"let's get married. let's get married and move anywhere you want." he smiles, thinking of living with you in the meadow, alone, just the two of you.

"woah, next you're gonna say let's make a million babies" you giggle, pretending like you weren't about to say the same thing.

"not quite a million my love but close to it" he laughs and you fall into it as well. wiping your tears with your free hand had only now noticed how hard your other hand was gripping his

"I missed your laugh so much" he sniffs, tears still spilling out as he smiles at you

"I missed everything about you so much" you dip back in to kiss him and he goes right to it, hugging you deeply as he thinks about how soon you'll be his wife. soon he'll be your husband and soon you two will have a life. a real one.

an: I hope this is okay! I added Annie drama on accidentally lmao. I hope I didn't pace it weirdly and I hope I was able to catch how Finnick was feeling at least a little well. like he knew deep down she was alive but he was just mourning her absent presence. I hope you guys enjoyed it! mwah, love you so much!

[meiishu]

i have a theory on wylan and kaz in shadow and bone (the show)

Contains major spoilers for six of crows book if you havent read that and dont want spoilers about wylans backstory keep scrolling!

Rewatching episode 2 and im at the scene where the crows are at the diner, and kaz is teling the others that they cant just kill rollins. When kaz says “killing him wont clear our names…. and then we wont be able to protect you” he looks right at wylan who flinches back. I didnt catch it on my first watch (interpreted it as him talking to both wylan and nina in general) but now my brain is whirring

I think that, if we get the ice court heist, we are going to learn that wylan struck a deal with kaz for protection when he left his fathers home. If they stick as close to the book as possible for his backstory, then wylans dad tried to have him killed because he was in jan van ecks words “an embarrassment”. So when wylan escapes his fathers hired hands in the books he is protected by kaz *because* kaz knows who he is and decides to enlist the dregs protection on him since he thinks a merchers son could be useful

However

In the show, kaz doesnt run the dregs, i believe he just ran the crow club (evidenced by him first meeting and striking a deal with per husksoll in the early episodes of season 2). He wouldn’t have had the means or the power to just decide to protect this random boy who showed up in the barrel without a reason for it, even if he thought he might be useful someday

So i believe in the show, after he escaped his fathers hired help, wylan found kaz and struck a deal with him for protection from his father. And so in exchange, kaz can go to wylan for the bombs he needs, even though wylan doesn’t *really* want to help because he doesnt like what kaz uses them for. This would set up:

A) kaz knows wylans true identity. Hes always known since before even season one and also this is how kaz and wylan are already on personal terms AND how kaz knows he can trust the things wylan makes for him despite wylan’s reluctance to help

B) wylan’s hostage moment in the ice court heist. Although in the books its kind of surprising to the whole crows that jan van eck actually doesnt miss or care about wylan, the show could deviate slightly from this, or kaz could figure out the truth but not tell anyone and use it as his plan to expose jan van eck especially if jan tries to pull the pity card for his son

C) when it does come out that wylan is a van eck, especially since jesper doesnt know, when jesper finds out that kaz knew the whole time i can see that causing a huge rift between them, especially if kaz planned to use wylan as bait and *especially* if wesper is in an established relationship. Not only would jesper be upset if wylan volunteered himself for this, but that kaz even tried this at all when he knows that wesper is together. It will feel like such a betrayal to jesper. *especially* if the show has kaz almost coerce wylan *into* being bait — although i lean more towards wylan volunteering himself because i feel as though he would do that knowing kaz’s plan. Plus, wylan and kaz working together to one up jan??? PLEASE

Sorry for ranting on main cant help it im in shadow and bone brainrot i need the ice court heist and wylans backstory SO BADLY s&b NEEDS to be renewed

Also i just want to say that i highkey LOVE that wesper will be an established relationship going into the ice court heist. We have slow burn with kanej and helnik and certain scenes will hit so much harder with wesper as an established relationship. I cant wait to see how the show takes their story from here tbh since now we’re very deviating away from the books

[genderless-naper]

a gift for you

bangchan (skz) x gf!reader

synopsis: he got you a gift so you dont feel alone

lowercase intended !

chan has been spending much more time away than he’d like to admit. in between producing, practice, and other scheduling it wasn’t like you had room to complain to him. he came home late and left early the next day.

although you tried your best not to let it get to you, he knew. he knew that you started to feel distant. he knew you were feeling less happy. he knew you were losing sleep trying to stay awake for him. he knew and it made him feel terrible. he explained to his members whats been happening between you two after they cornered him into confessing why he was acting so weird lately. all he had to say for himself was that he ‘doesn’t know what to do to make it up to you’

half of the members looked mad at him for treating you this way, while the other half looked at him with pity. minho shook his head and replied, “she cant be in a relationship with someone who’s never there”

“i tried to make time for her but i cant. our schedules are too different”

minho just looked at chan like he was the dumbest boyfriend in the whole world. he easily couldve been considered it.

“if you cant be with her physically then give her something so she knows youre always with her”

chan was more confused by this than the times he tried to film tiktok videos with the members

“but she has everything she ever needs, what could i give her?”

minho rolled his eyes, “if she had everything she needed we wouldnt even have this conversation. you need to figure this out on your own. you know her the better than we do”

for the next few days chan pondered on what to give you. he spent hours in his studio on amazon rather than producing trying to find a perfect gift. soon he realized he was running behind schedule and needed to leave for a skzoo photoshoot.

when he arrived he set you lots of pictures. pictures of the members, of the plushies, of the shoot set, and more random things. he always sent you pictures wherever he was. he was happy for you to see them but that quickly changed when you left his message on opened without a response. he was hesitant to send one last picture.

he sent a picture a picture of him with a lifesize wolf chan plushie along with a message, “please dont be mad, you’ll make wolf chan and channie sad” you giggled at his immaturity. you liked his selfie and responded to his text, “im not mad chan, i got busy doing the laundry” he called you once he was done with his part of the shoot. you were happy to finally be talking with your beloved boyfriend.

“you know chan, wolfchan looks strangely like you a lot. i mean look at his dimples! and his little curled piece of hair. theyre just like yours!” chan smiled at your thoughtfulness and asked, “do you really think he looks like me?”

“of course, you two are like twins” in the distant you hear chan’s name being called and so you ushered him to get back to the shoot. he wanted to say no but you already bid your goodbye and hung up.

all the members got a gift basket of their represented skzoo. chan stared at the wolfchan in his basket and instantly remembered your comments on their resemblance. he decided to take the basket home to you once the shoot was done.

he ran into the bedroom and pulled you into a tight hug, “i got you something special!” you raised your brow curiously, “is it that basket?” he replied with a nod and quickly sat you on the edge of the bed. he placed the basket on your lap and sat on the floor in front of you all while smiling from ear to ear, dimples exposed. he ushered you to open and look at everything.

“okay okay chill, im opening it channie!” you giggled and ruffled his hair to calm him down. you took out the wolfchan, and chan took it from you and peppered it in kisses. he handed it back while his grin widened, “there, now you’ll always have a part of me with you y/n!” you could’ve practically melted by how cute he was being. you nodded and hugged the wolfchan tight while showering chan in thank yous and kisses.

you never spent your days alone after that. where ever you went wolfchan went as well. when you missed chan you would talk to wolfchan. he was always there for you and warmed your heart.

oftentimes chan would come home from the studio just to see you tucked away in bed hugging the mini-version of himself tight to your cheek while you were fast asleep. he was glad that you appreciated it as much as he appreciates you🖤

ahh wolfchan is such a cutie patootie. i finally got mines today and i love him so much ahh. everything abt him brings me mega serotonin vibes

[wewerebornsextuplets]

what would kenny say if he could see his family now? would he be happy at how far his daughter has come? would he feel pity for his wife, seeing how grief has changed her? would he still wish for his family to be together? (<- insane)

this ask is absolutely diabolical. i cannot thank you enough for giving me a chance to talk about kenny more in-depth. unfortunately most of this ended up being context for how he thinks + a bit of further exposition on mayumis relationship with her parents [since family is a big deal to kenny and well. yknow], so the actual answers are a bit further down but i hope this is still at least a little illuminating 👼

one thing thats important to know about kenny for this to make sense, is that he has some very strong values and beliefs surrounding the idea of family. while i wouldnt exactly describe these ideals as him being "family-oriented" in the traditional sense, its more like... okay. you know how older people, usually in their 50s and 60s, all seem to be capable of talking at length about That One Relative they despise, how they wish they could have nothing to do with them, because nothing good ever comes of it, but then they end their diatribe by going "well, they're still family, so i love them"? kenny's like that, hes committed to family to a fault. obviously there are still things that he would consider as going "too far" or irreconcilable when it comes tothis, but his tolerance for that is much higher than it probably should be.

to this point, i think even when he was still alive, he could tell that tears were beginning to form in the family dynamic that weren't solely caused by his inevitable passing. its not something ive discussed much here, but mayumi actually wasnt on very good terms with her parents before kenny got sick; she left home and started her career as a gravure model when she was 20 as a means of "sticking it" to her parents' more traditional wishes, and she was unhappy when she was living with them, but never actually did the work to figure out What was so wrong with the situation. as such, when kiru was born some years later, and she started to settle into life with kenny, she began to recontextualize her dissatisfaction with her parents' treatment of her as her just being a bratty teen. so, when kenny got sick, and she decided their best bet financially would be to move in with them, kenny agreed, though he viewed it as something of a necessary annoyance because hey, they're family.

even still, in the last year or so before he passed, the effects of living in the family home again paired with the inevitable realization that kenny was Definitely Gonna Die were becoming more and more apparent, primarily through how mayumi acted towards him and to kiru. he could tell she wasnt taking the process lightly at all, but part of him hoped that after his passing, she would be able to move on and mayumi, kiru, and her parents would be able to continue on as a family unit without him. he thought the bitterness between them and the cycle of mistreatment was just something theyd have to "work through" or "get over" because theyre Supposed to be close, though i dont think he ever said his out loud.

so, i think if kenny were to see the family structure now with full context, he would be pretty upset and confused that things didnt go quite as he'd hoped. i dont think he would blame them for going no-contact after the incident at christmas, but he would certainly be unhappy with the fact that things reached that point in the first place. there's a lot that he wished could have happened differently [esp. once kiru became an adult and left to live on her own, as well as some of the decisions made in the months following his death], though he was quite even-tempered + logical when need be, so i dont think he would really be able to find it in him to stay angry at either party for very long [though he'd certainly be mad about the concussion. physical harm is one of the aforementioned "okay even i think this is too much" bars for him wrt familial conflict, even though mayumi herself was also very freaked out by herself in this instance]

with mayumi as a person, more than anything i think he would just be very sad about her resignation to a life of isolation now that he's gone; he'd hoped that theyd be able to "get over" their differences and become closer now that circumstances were easier for them with him gone. but again, i dont think kenny really understood the full breadth of the emotional abuse mayumi endured, especially since mayumi herself never really came to grips with it. and having never endured that himself, he isnt able to wrap his head around the fact that its the sort of thing there isnt ever any "getting over". its a very naive take on family conflict, borne out of his own inability to really understand incompatibility in this sense + familial abuse due to his lack of experience with it. this same confusion and upset also applies to how things shook out with mayumi and kiru, though i think he was more understanding in this case since there was a physical aspect to it. but past that he just wishes mayumi could find it in herself to move on and meet new people, that she might be able to be happy again in spite of all of this. its a strange mix of pity, confusion and a tinge of anger.

as for kiru though... theres no question that kenny would be immensely proud of the person she is today. to put things into perspective here, he was born and raised on chichijima, and sickness aside, only ever left for long periods of time when he was attending college. he regards this as being the most difficult thing he ever had to do, and its a decision HE made! so for kiru, who went through so much more than that and made the move at a much younger age than him, to STILL come out on top with a doctorate and a nice job? that on its own is enough of a feat in his eyes. but past that i think he would also be very proud of the kind of person she is, since she really is just such a sweetheart and is incredibly level-headed. he'd be very very happy that she managed to do so well for herself even after all that went on, and that she managed to find such a wonderful group of friends who love her [joblessness aside. though i dont think he'd really gaf if we're being honest]... and furthermore i can see him really liking her and keiko as a couple HEHE

furthermore, i imagine kenny would be pretty happy that kiru at least stayed in contact with SOME family on her mom's side, since again, hes still quite family oriented in a strange roundabout way. he would definitely be confused as to why it was yanagida of all people, since they didnt visit one another very frequently before the move and always seemed to be bickering with each other After they moved, but hes happy nonetheless

[moonlightteaxoxo]

Glow and unwind

𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽 𝔁 𝓯!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

PLOT: It had been a very stressful week of tests so what better way to unwind than being spoiled by your boyfriend?

Currently playing: Lonely in Gorgeous -Tommy february6

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Who could've thought that you would let yourself go that low? Well it was certainly unexpected but it was a rough week of finals that you aced. But everything good had a price and there you were..sitting infront of your vanity with a pitiful look. Dark circles, tangled hair and some breakouts here and there, you were truly a mess. You let out a quiet sigh but then noticed you had recieved a message from your dear boyfriend: Vil Schoenheit.

"get ready,I'll pick you up in about 20 minutes. Dont ask any questions."

Well that wasnt reassuring at all. You felt shame sink in as you realised how much of a mess you looked and no one would take you seriously when you would be next to Vil. He always looked so perfect, so handsome so.. You quickly snapped out of your trance got dressed in a casual but pretty outfit. (Black off shoulder top, flared jeans, black choker and some pink and white sneakers). You tried to make yourself presentable but you still looked burnt out so you only wished for the best.

When you met up with him at first he looked you up and down and you got ready for the worst but instead he just gently grabbed your hand and pulled you with him to his car without a word. Inside the car he started talking:

"What have you eaten today?" he inquired

"You know just a diet coke and an oatmeal bar.." you replied almost hesitantly

He gave you a stern but caring glare "You should know better than to live off of those but cant blame you, when i get caught up with studies and work it sometimes goes like that for me too."

You two drove and talked for a while but you still had no idea where he was taking you until he parked and you were infront of a very big shopping mall.

"I know how hard you've studied this semester so you deserve a reward no?" he smiled and looked at you and kissed your forehead.

"Today is all about you.."

Were the last words he said after he completely spoiled you rotten with all sorts of beautiful things and lots of kisses.

When you got back to his room you looked up at his amethyst colored eyes and his platinum blonde to lilac locks and then pulled him in a hug.

"Thank you i needed that.. I love you." you mumbled out quietly

"Always for you. I love you more"

Oh how lucky you were to have him <33

[visionthefox]

Imagine an episode with just Sun and Moon(Lunar and Earth could be there but it has to be Sun and Moon) sitting down and talking out things, processing them, and it isn't just a sad-pity-shouting party, but the two genuinely hearing out what the other is going through or has experienced, new Moon can work through his doubts and fears, Sun can finally talk out his issues without just shouting them in an outburst or holding his tongue until he explodes like he has been for many episodes now, actually begin to process everything that's happened to the both of them, not as a therapy episode but just as a brotherly conversation episode where the two can be just fully honest towards one another in a way they haven't really done before, since previously when they've attempted talks like this with old Moon it often turned into a shouting match, and even with new Moon when these talks happen it can feel like not much has changed sometimes, or that not enough was said, it could be nice to see the twins talk things out like that more

oh my god.. imagine! imagine! I want it! not only is for the characters to grow.. is for the kiddos watching to LEARN how to talk things out you dont have to attack the other, dont make it a "who got it worst" discussion, just.. hear the other, and let the other talk out.. this is something that bothers me a hell lot.. im a sister of two male brothers, one move out. but he was my "younger" by one year- in so many ways Im Sun he is Moon.. we used to fight so much until we just.. talked.. just talked. have an issue? face it- dont go in someone's back, dont get someone else involved, just face it. calmly and chill.. we got better over time, and help us so much .. the show is so used to have Sun be too emotional to talk his issues out, or hold on so so much.. (I think there is a clip of Solar saying to Moon that maybe Sun is lying but Moon saying is not happening) and Moon being or too deep in his ass-or be too lost on what to do.. as if he needs to fix the issue himself? Moon needs to *listen* and just that.. listen..and he also needs to come to terms, he has been failing- no more excuses- no more "this happened" no.. he needs to face the fact he pushed Sun out And Sun? needs to face he keeps hidding things , still not opening up to the brother that does try to change, and needs guidence.. Sun left Moon to work since "hes the smart one! he always does it" while Moon here needs Computer to tell him things.. aaaa I need them to talk in the sofa, drinks in hands, no one else in the room just the cats.. and come to terms "we are not the perfect brothers.. but we are better than before.."

Anon, we both wants the same things.. yet.. I think we both know that aint happening.. they need the drama.. the slice of life is long been left of the table.. theres only tea here...

[eliziarts]

It really gets me how you can't say shit about Helluva Boss (or Hazbin Hotel for that matter) to actually critique without fans getting buthurt, and the only people agreeing with you people who just hate Vivzipop (for the record i dont lol). But here are my gripes that I wish people were actually talking about (btw I really *want* to love Helluva Boss and none of this is mean-spirited, just things I've noticed that I wish the team would fix, or I believe are beyond fixing):

1. The very confused tone. I know a lot of people deflect any criticism from the show by saying 'oh but it's a comedy you shouldn't take it too seriously'. Here's the thing- it's literally taking itself too seriously. There's a balance that a show can have between dark elements and humor, but Helluva Boss consistently tries to tackle very, VERY heavy subjects. This combined with the Brandon Rodgers-essque d!ck joke comedy doesn't.. work. At least not in the way they're attempting. I think the most egregious example of this is the scene in the latest episode when Moxie's dad is literally threatening to kill him if he doesn't follow through with an arranged marriage... immeadiatly followed by Moxie walking though a hall of wall d!ldos. It kind of says, 'hey, we were taking this really seriously 2 seconds ago, but jk actually now you should laugh!'

Juxtaposition doesn't work if it actively confuses its audience on what to feel. I'm not sure how much influence Vivzie and Brandon have on the outcome of the show vs the rest of the writing team, but it seems like Brandon's humor and Vivzie's tendency to write melodramatic soap opera scenes just aren't really meshing together quite right. I wish it had more similar pacing and tone shifts that HH had, because it felt more sudden in a purposeful way, rather than 'we're too lazy to find a good transition between these two scenes.'

2. Why does Vivziepop never write interesting female characters? I know this is talked about a bit more, but it's growing increasingly prevalent in Helluva Boss. We still haven't gotten an episode focused on any of the female leads that's actually about *them*.

Millie is practically nonexistent without her relationship to Moxie. Even the episode where we meet her family, it doesn't give us any insight about her. Every time she goes feral(tm) it's either to save her husband or it's part of a group fight. The only backstory we got for Loona was there to service Blitzo's character, and show us *his* reaction. The only things we've seen with Octavia were put there to help us learn more about Stolas. Even in the scene where they only had Loona and Octavia on the screen, it didn't feel like it was about them at all. It didn't feel like the scene existed to show us them bonding about their shitty dads. It felt like the scene was there to once again ask the audience to give Blitzo and Stolas pity points. Which- brings me to my next problem.

3. Its justifications of abuse. I know they're in hell. Most of them should be shitty people, and they are! But I wish the story would stop trying to pretend they're not. Helluva Boss keeps doing this thing where it draws a line between 'good' abuse and 'bad' abuse. And this kind of completely changed Stolas and Blitzo's relationship. Ik some people may like this change but I personally don't.

Earlier on, we were made to believe Stolas kind of fucked up by cheating on his wife. Not only did this affect Stella (tho ofc we later learn it's due to image reasons) but his daughter as well. It's just generally an uncomfortable and tricky situation. And I liked it! It was interesting and had levels of nuance. However, now that we know that he was basically being abused by Stella this entire time, and met Blitzo when they were kids (which is a WHOLE OTHER UNCOMFORTABLE CAN OF WORMS LMAO) the audience no longer feels like Stolas did anything wrong. Now his actions feel justified.

As much as I loved his confrontational scene with Stella the first time I watched it, as I know many people did, I also know that it kind of ruined any sense of nuance that whole situation had. Now, Stolas suddenly has been absolved from any previously implied mistakes. And, Stella is portrayed as this 1 dimensional cruel monster.

Which brings me to the point of abuse in this show. It's a very prevalent theme, and it's a heavy one for a show branded as a sit-com to portray (hard, but not impossible). But it fails on the end that it doesn't stay consistent in its condemnation of it. Every time a character does something 'bad', as soon as we find out there is a reason for this bad behavior, the show suddenly makes it seem like we should feel bad for them and that their actions are justified because they're a broken person. See: the narrative around Stolas' affair suddenly being changed as soon as we find out he was being abused by Stella.

Inconsistent emotional consequences in writing is lazy for sure. But the real problem is when it gets to the abuse side of things, it can actually become harmful. It's implied that Blitzo had an emotionally abusive relationship with Verosika. But ohh we know he had a fucked up childhood and has fear of forming emotional bonds so! Geuss it's okay! But when it comes to Stella, she's just downright mean, 1 dimensional, and literally says she's doing things for no reason other than to make Stolas suffer.

It's important to note that every single time a character gets a *reason* for their assholery, it becomes a *justification* in the way the show frames it. But whenever a character doesn't have a reason for being as asshole, like Stella (at least not one that's shown), that's where the show then draws the line.

This is harmful! Hate to break it to you but the bulk of abusive people out there were abused themselves. They have multitudes of reasons for why they are the way they are. But that doesn't excuse their actions! And I really hate that this is the standard of framing Helluva Boss has set up for their show because now, no matter how bad a character's actions are, they can slap on a sad backstory and suddenly make that character a sympathetic one.

Yeah but anyways idk. If you read all of that I thank you for taking ur time to listen to my 2 cents. The last episode I really enjoyed was the Ozzie's one and I'm just kinda bummed at a lot of this stuff I mentioned.

[marc--chilton]

OKAY SORRY FOR BEING INSANE BUT YOURE THE ONLY ONE TALKING ABOUT A/B/O HOUSE MD RN SO HERE’S ANOTHER THING YOU DONT HAVE TO ANSWER IF YOU DONT WANT TO!!! bc i read your post on bonded House and Wilson

I am of the opinion that behind closed doors House is a major cuddle monster. I also subscribe to the omegaverse HC that physical contact for omegas in heat/pre-heat (and, for that matter, in general) is incredibly beneficial, if not a necessary requirement.

Would Wilson initiate? Would House? If Wilson does, is it kinda like how you portray the Alpha Voice, where House kinda responds without thinking, or would he resist at first bc he’s so at odds with his secondary gender/feels he doesn’t deserve to react like a “good”, undamaged omega? If House initiates, does Wilson know what to do with that?

Thank u for being like one of the only current House MD omegaverse authorities you’re doing the lord’s work

HOW MANY TIMES TO I HAVE TO TELL YOU MFS THAT I WANT YOU TO BE INSANE IN MY INBOX GODDAMN!!!! GO FUCKING APESHIT I WANT YOU TO

house is DEFINITELY a cuddler behind closed doors (nodnod) sometimes he's still kinda touchy about it because to me he's also slightly touch-averse autistic so on off days he has opposing urges. during heat/pre-heat however the omega desires sound off stronger. he's kind of moody in general actually.

between him and wilson, house initiates more often solely because house's moodiness makes it tricky for wilson to get a grasp on if getting soft with house would be accepted or made fun of (outwardly wilson looks to be more of a softie since he has no hangups about PDA and even though they both know wilson can be a huge bitch house likes to tease wilson for being a sap; wilson rolls his eyes at it but lets him have his fun bc he Knows The Truth)

even just initiating they have different approaches. house will just invade wilson's space and demand attention, just shameless as ever. and even before ever being an item, house pretty much does that every day anyway by barging into his office whenever he pleases so wilson doesn't even flinch. if house gets silly with it, like nuzzling and shittily purring as a joke on typical cuter omega tactics, then wilson gets silly right back by pretending to withhold cuddles. just a little game they play and no one gets hurt feelings about it :]

wilson's approach is gentler as usually if he initiates without fear of rebuke, it's because house is giving off pitiful vibes -- literally his body asking to be held. house's favorite is when they're both reclined longways on the sofa, wilson against the arm of the couch and house pulled close to his chest, wilson's arms wrapped firmly over the curve of his shoulders to lock him in. it's heavenly, especially when wilson props his head on house's and purrs.

what REALLY catches wilson off guard is when they're at the hospital and house needs touch to calm those omega feelings. it's a bit embarrassing to house but of COURSE wilson assures him, frets about him too. what brought this on? you okay? you need a ride home? and house just grumbles about his cycle and lets himself be fawned over for a while. so wilson douses house in his scent again, scratches under his chin (which wilson thinks is so great since house actually really likes that and it makes wilson think fondly of the most scraggly stray mutt you can find off the street), and revels at the sound of house sighing in relief in turn.

[penaltyboxboxbox]

okay i need to yell about the current charlos worldstate because im thinking so many insane and beautiful things rn but basically

okay okay rambling under the cut

LIKEEEEEEE idk obvs i am sad for the rarris and i want them to do well but its times when the failure appears that reminds me of whyyyy i find charlos so interesting

like they truly do have such a charming dynamic, they have fun together they laugh they find a lot of similarities in one another, and we joke we joke about how charles is like the nagging girlfriend at times and carlos the playfully bullying boyfriend its qualities that when we push into the more like. chaotic and bad side of the ship thats just so WOW

like we already see this weekend a bit of heat from charles that bit of annoyance but hes too polite too nice you get bits of passive aggression here and there he is so housewife coded....

so much of why i like charlos is in all honesty like. using one another as a channel for the frustration towards the team. solace in one another, someone else who UNDERSTANDS, who gets the way youre feeling towards the car towards the team etc etc etc... and it can be so sweet and soft and caring and it can also be sooo toxic and codependent and strange

i love a ship that feels like an uncomfortable marriage but theyre staying together because thats what they committed to. because theyre perfect for each other, duh. he understands what no one else does.

just like picturing charles after he spins out, just waiting watching and brewing full of just. annoyance and shame and sadness and anger but charles doesnt blow up, charles looks pitiful, just a race incident, no one to blame. (no one but himself of course the voice in the back of his head says) and carlos has it all on his shoulders the rest of the way. just trying to get something, anything for the team and he does. until he doesnt and again its not fair none of it's fair and he cant do anything lest it gets worse and they both fail in such spectacularly different directions and if that doesn't describe them so well what does.

The idea of finding comfort in one another against mutual failing, really being them taking out the frustrations on one another. Tell yourselves you just need a rough fuck to feel better but both knowing............charles knowing its punishment, its get better, its be smarter, it hurts and he should say something but be wont because he needs to be BETTER. and for carlos its release but not comfort its release in the way smashing in a window is, slashing a tire, screaming expletives at a retail worker who cant talk back, its taking back some scrap of power to make up for it all. and they tell themselves it helps, they come, they lay in each others arms afterwards and they do it again next time they fail. same failed strategy same failed result.

just a cycle of using each other for harm and calling it comfort but not knowing how to go on without it...its reliable thats for sure 👬 and you push down the guilt or the shame of what you did you ignore the bruises and the words you said and the things you begged for and pretend you dont hold it against him in any way but youve learned nothing can truly be trusted around here!!!! but thats a failure you'll reach when you get to it for now youre apart you'll lick your wounds and come back smiling hand in hand laughing at each others jokes staring lovingly at his smile running your fingers through his hair and for a while the car wont matter until it does . amen.

[ashxketchum]

Happy Valentine's Mimato fam, please accept this very cracky in the start and very no thoughts only vibes at the end oneshot. I really wanted to write something for today, even if my idea didn't get executed very welll, I'm just happy that I wrote 4k words within a day! Not putting this on AO3 or FFN for now, this is for my tumblr girlies only 😙 dont denounce me from the fandom after reading it tho lol

*post dividers from @/cafekitsune

KISS ME, UNDER THE BLUE MOONLIGHT

Following a girl home was not exactly something Yamato had ever thought about doing, but it is how he ended up spending his Valentine’s evening. And this wasn’t just any girl that he was following, she was his friend, or acquaintance depending on who was asking.

To go back a few hours, Yamato was spending this 14th February as he always did, looking for places to hide from the throng of girls that followed him around with the hopes of shoving their chocolates in his hand. The year before he’d found a safe spot near the Science lab at their school but somehow today, when he rushed to the location, a bunch of girls were already standing guard around it. Cursing under his breath, he sharply turned on his heels and ran back the way he’d come before they noticed him, knowing very well that it must’ve been Taichi who sold him out for his own entertainment. He thought about heading to the soccer field to confront his friend publicly with the hope that his fangirls would follow and disrupt the practice, leading to Taichi being punished by the coach. But even in this imaginary scenario, Yamato hated the idea of any of the girls getting close enough to talk to him because then he’d definitely end up accepting the chocolate out of pity.

So the day went on and he continued his search for that perfect hiding spot, taking two or even three steps at once to climb the stairs as quickly as possible, attempting to be one with the wall by flattening himself against it or ducking out of view by diving into the nearest room whenever a threat came into view. But to Yamato’s dismay, he had pretty much exhausted every good location, so all he could do today was bade his time till school got over and then make his great escape. Obviously, on a day that he hoped time would pass quickly, it moved at a turtle’s pace. By the time the sky was tainted with the purple hues of a winter sunset, he was so tired of running away that Yamato did consider giving in, just once. He gained his determination back when he noticed a bunch of girls searching the bicycle parking shed for signs of his scooter, smirking to himself he commended his decision to take the train to school today.

Despite the minor win, Yamato knew that there would be another group scouting for him at the station so he had no other choice but to endure a long walk back home today, which is exactly why he’d brought his trusty running shoes along with him. Quickly wrapping Taichi’s muffler around his neck, donning a bright jacket he’d borrowed from Takeru over his uniform and covering his noticeable blond hair with a beanie, again borrowed from Takeru, Yamato smoothly walked past the group of girls searching for him in the parking and school front yard. Happy that his disguise had worked well, he took the route in the opposite direction of the train station, walking ahead without paying much attention to his surroundings.

He would’ve loved to have some good music playing in his ears at a time like this, but he’d left his earphones on his desk in an attempt to create an illusion that he hadn’t yet left school. So as he forged his way home, Yamato had no choice but to get accustomed to the noise of bustling Tokyo streets on Valentine’s Day. He picked up on the weirdest conversations as he walked, some made him want to laugh while others made him want to walk faster. Before he realised, however, he fell into step with a couple directly ahead of him.

A couple he realised were not a couple but his friends as their voices reached his ears.

“I just wish you’d stop ambushing me like this when you already know my answer.”

Yamato swallowed a gulp and paused walking, the person behind him bumped into him and shot him an annoyed look before moving on. He hoped that his friends hadn’t noticed him, which was highly possible since he was still behind them and well, his disguise was really that good. He tried to slow his pace and put some distance between them since this was a pretty long road and the only split was still many paces ahead. Yamato didn’t want to be privy to their conversation secretly, he decided that the minute he got the chance to cross the road, he’d move onto the other side and just pray that he’d be able to keep a straight face when he saw his friends next. But that was easier said than done, the path was too busy and as much as Yamato tried, he kept being pushed right back to his friends and had no control over when he'd end up hearing parts of their conversation.

“I just want you to give me a real chance.”

“Why is it so hard for you to respect my decision? I don’t want to do anything that would affect our friendship in any way!”

Yamato knew that if he heard anything more, it would be difficult for him to remain neutral on this topic. Chancing upon a convenience store not too far ahead, he quickened his pace to overtake his friends, who were too engrossed in their own conversation to notice him. Rushing into the store, he was grateful for not just the warmth inside, but also the pressure of keeping his presence a secret lifting off him. He stood by the newspaper and magazines rack near the entrance, and from the corner of his eye watched the scene play outside the store through the glass display. Although he could no longer hear his friends, he could tell that the argument had reached its peak from the way their faces darkened and bodies went rigid. It didn’t take too long for them to storm off in opposite directions, and Yamato could finally let go of the breath he was holding. Not wanting to look too suspicious, he bought a hot, canned coffee from the store and stepped back into the street, ready to resume his walk home.

Only one thing kept bothering him at the back of his mind. He wasn’t sure if the dim lighting on the street had messed with his vision, but he was sure he saw a few tears being shed at the end of the fight. The thought that one of his friends was out there, alone and distressed on a day that did nothing but shove love and companionship in your face nagged at him until he finally gave up and turned around to head back to where his friend had crossed the street, picking up his pace with a light jog, he hoped he’d be able to catch up on time.

And that’s how Yamato ended up following Mimi home.

At some point during his pursuit, he realised that he should announce his presence, but the moment had passed after about 20 minutes of walking behind her silently. Now he was just another creep waiting for the right chance, instead of a friend wanting to make sure she got home safe.

Something didn’t feel right to him, however. He admitted that he didn’t visit Mimi’s home often, but even then he was certain that the route they were following wouldn’t exactly lead there. Maybe she was unfocused because of the argument, he wondered, which would make his decision to check up on her worthwhile. But as they kept walking, their footsteps unknowingly in sync, the crowd around them thinned and the scenery of a busy shopping district turned into a quiet residential area. Even as Yamato glanced around in an unsure manner, he noticed Mimi seemed confident in her stride, like she knew exactly where she was going. Trusting her gut, he continued to follow her at a respectable distance, hoping that this was just some shortcut that would lead to her apartment sooner. He knew he’d have trouble sleeping at night unless he saw her enter the premises of her home safe and sound, so he had no choice but to see this through, no matter how confusing it was.

Although, Mimi seemed to have other plans for him.

Entering an empty playground on the side of the road, she made Yamato halt in his tracks. He couldn’t follow her in there without being found out. He stood on the side of the road, panicking whether he should go forward or quickly turn back the way he’d come. It was his slow decision making skills that landed him in trouble when Mimi emerged from the playground entrance and locked eyes with him from across the street.

“I have a pepper spray in my bag and I’m not afraid to use it, why are you following me?”

Yamato felt his ears turn hot at the utter embarrassment that enveloped him at her not-so-untrue accusation. He hastily pulled off Takeru’s beanie and Taichi’s muffler, hoping that his face would be visible to her despite the light from the street light flickering on and off. He stepped up a few paces closer and finally, her jaw dropped as recognition dawned on her.

“It’s just me, please don’t use your pepper spray.” Yamato cleared his throat, raising both his hands in front of him as a gesture of peace.

“Yamato san?” Mimi’s doe-like eyes widened as she looked him up and down, clearly surprised to see him under this creepy disguise. The shock did not subside from her face but her voice was less shrill and loud when she asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I-uh.” Yamato rarely ever stuttered but he was feeling extremely embarrassed over his get-up, the situation and how no matter which way he worded his next words, Mimi would definitely put her guard up at the truth. “I accidentally saw your fight with-”

“Oh my god.” She groaned and slapped both her hands over her face, covering it from his view, though her pink ears were still visible.

“I just wanted to make sure you got home safe since you looked upset. I’m not trying to get involved or anything,” he said, feeling slightly more confident with his words once he shoved the beanie and muffler away in the bulky jacket and ran a hand through his hair to set it into its usual dishevelled feel.

Mimi considered his words for a few minutes, letting her hands drop from her face and instead folding them across her chest. She tapped a foot against the pavement impatiently, though her irritation didn’t seem to be directed at him.

“What’s with the-” She didn’t finish her question but just gestured towards his odd clothes, and once again Yamato felt his face heat up.

“Uh, I was just trying to get away from the chocolate crowd.” He admitted, knowing that any other fake explanation would only make him look more dumb.

Somehow his words brought a small smile to Mimi’s face, one that made her finally look like the Mimi he knew. The streetlight standing tall between them flickered once again, in the dark only the moonlight illuminated her face, her pink cheeks were stained lightly with tears, the tip of her nose was red from the cold wind, her lips were slightly parted as she gazed back at him and her caramel coloured eyes reminded him of all the chocolates that he’d spent the whole day avoiding. Feeling a weird, tight sensation rise in his chest, Yamato looked away from her and the white light from the lamp flooded over them once again.

“Well, that’s something we have in common today then,” she said, a hint of her usual laughter in her voice.

Yamato was relieved, while his intention of following Mimi was to ensure her safety, if he was able to get her mind off the fight and cheer her up even in the slightest, he’d feel twice as better. He decided to walk up closer to her, and as he did so the light above them went on and off a few times again, making him realise that even with just the faint glow of the moonlight shining down upon her, Mimi’s face didn’t lose its brightness, her radiance was something that didn’t come from her surrounding but from within and the better her mood, the more alluring her smile was.

“Are we close to your house yet or…?” Yamato asked, hoping to distract himself from the weird thoughts circling his mind by talking.

“Not really, I was worried some creep was following me so I started to take a lesser known path to the police station.” Mimi laughed carelessly, his stuttering reaction did not bother her and she tilted her head sideways to lock eyes with him, “Bright orange really isn’t your colour.”

If Yamato could take off the jacket and throw it as far as possible from him he would, but on account of not letting himself freeze to death, he swallowed his pride and focused on the matter at hand, “Let’s just go home, it’s getting late.”

Mimi nodded and gestured for him to follow her. As they fell into a similar stride at each other’s side, she took over the responsibility of keeping the conversation flowing between them.

“How many girls was it this year?” Her voice was laced with curiosity as she glanced sideways at him.

“I don’t know, I lost count after twenty or so.”

“Oh smooth brag, Yamato san, no wonder you’re so popular.”

“I’m not trying to brag and I really wish I wasn’t that popular.” He flushed at her teasing tone. One of the few reasons that he didn’t talk to Mimi often was because he couldn’t keep up with her most of the time. She was always a few steps ahead of him when it came to insults or pulling his leg and if he talked to her long enough, he was always bound to let something embarrassing about himself slip.

“I suppose I do sympathise with you slightly, most of those girls have no restraint, or at the very least they should show some class, you know?”

“No, I don’t,” Yamato said, the corner of his lips curving up in a smirk as for a change, he turned the tables back on her, “But you sound like you’ve given this some thought, so how would you pull it off?” While Mimi didn’t stop, she did send him an annoyed glance and attempted to quicken her pace with a huff but Yamato could still match his stride with her, thanks to his long legs.

They walked in silence for a while and Yamato felt content with himself. So what if he had to put on clothes that didn’t match his taste, he did successfully evade every confession attempt at school and he did manage to keep a friend company after a distressing moment, both of which were pretty big accomplishments in his eyes and he would revel at that thought for a while. Even if the voice at the back of his head was trying to tell him that he should keep some distance from Mimi for a while after this, he ignored it and kept walking forward with a smug smile settled on his face. Being a bit lost in his own thoughts, he was startled when Mimi suddenly exclaimed next to him.

“Actually, you’re right Yamato san. I have given it some thought,” she said, skipping two steps ahead of him while he was still surprised, she turned to face him with her hands behind her back and face tilting sideways. Her mischievous expression told him that he shouldn’t have celebrated so soon, so he gulped and just raised his eyebrows in question at her.

“I think that running after the guy you like at school is very elementary.” Mimi chuckled, shaking her head with her expression saying that she could never imagine doing something like that.

“So what would you do?” Yamato asked, getting swept away into her flow.

“Well for starters, I’d confess anywhere but at school,” she said, bringing one hand forward to twirl a strand of her pastel hair around her fingers. “I’d pick a more private location, somewhere far and secluded.” Mimi turned her head from side to side, observing their surroundings and Yamato followed suit.

They’d left the more residential neighbourhood far behind and were currently crossing a short bridge. Beyond the bridge, he could see a tall apartment building towering over other establishments and he recognised it as Mimi’s place. While the streets across the bridge did look crowded and busy, they currently stood in the smack middle of the structure and were mostly cut off from either side.

“I would try to create a situation, where the boy I like would have no choice but to stay close to me.” Mimi continued, not fazed by Yamato darting his head around their surroundings.

Suddenly, she moved a step closer to him, and he stopped looking around to fix his eyes on her.

“Then when he’s least expecting it-” She paused, looking directly into his eyes as she reached for her bag and unzipped it.

Yamato was somehow frozen to the spot but his mind was still running in overdrive. It couldn’t be, he reassured himself, there was no way this was a set-up.

And Mimi, of all people? It just couldn’t be...right?

When he noticed Mimi slip her hand inside the bag, he felt his heartbeat grow faster and louder. Every second that she rummaged through her bag sounded like a bomb ticking, getting ready to go off any instant.

He always practised a standard response to give to girls when he rejected him, but how could he use those words against Mimi? He’d known her since she was 10, he’d watched her grow from a scared and spoilt little girl into a fierce, determined companion who he could trust to fight alongside him. He couldn’t tell her that he didn’t think her personality would be the right fit for him when he knew exactly how much she’d grown as a person. He couldn’t tell her that she wouldn’t be able to keep up with his personal life when she was one of the few people who knew exactly what that statement conveyed. No, there was no way he could confront Mimi with such cheap, soulless lines, she deserved better than that.

As she slowly began to pull her hand out of the bag, Yamato squeezed his eyes shut, he wasn’t prepared to deal with what would happen next and he hoped that if he didn’t see it, he could avoid it. But to his surprise, a few seconds passed and Mimi was still silent, no confession or no plea for him to accept her chocolates. Taking a deep breath, he peeled his eyes open slowly and the sight in front of him had his mouth hanging open.

Mimi stood with her hands raised in front of her, empty of course, mimicking the same gesture he’d made when she’d caught him following her.

“Oh, Yamato san, you’re always so easy to fool!”

Yamato quickly closed his mouth as his hands balled into fists at his side, colour flooded his face and he gritted his teeth together to keep a string of curses from escaping his lips. Mimi’s laughter filled the hollowed silence between them and he fixed his furious gaze upon her. He racked his brain for something to say, anything that would make him sound calm and collected, the exact opposite of the fool he’d just made of himself, but his mind refused to work. All he could do was take in the sight of Mimi, standing proudly with her hands on her hips, a triumphant grin plastered wide across her face, illuminating her presence in such a way that even the moonlight shied away from her.

“But, I’m a little relieved, to say the least,” she said, the grin dissolving into a proud smile as she took another step towards him, “that you think of me as someone who could be in the running.”

In the running for what, he wanted to ask her, but he was afraid that if he allowed himself to be sucked into her flow, this would not be the worst embarrassment he’d face tonight. Yamato wanted to take a step back, and reassess the whole situation, figure out the best way to redeem himself while also paying Mimi back in kind. But his feet were stuck to the ground it seemed, and all he could do in that moment to gain clarity over himself was stare up at the dark sky.

Only the moon stood out on the dark blanket of the night city sky, the stars although present, held a faded existence in comparison. He found the pale, white glow oddly comforting, it reminded him of how he always stood out in the crowd but when people got close to him and saw all the rough edges or hollow craters, they’d turn away and wait for the sun to rise again. Mimi however, unlike other people enjoyed sharpening her knife against his edges, for a reason that he could never truly understand. She poked at him at every chance she got, waiting for him to burst open, but till now he’d managed to stand his ground against her temptations.

But today was different, perhaps their encounter was not something she had been expecting today, but she refused to shy away from it either. There was something in her voice, in her blatant teasing or there was something in the way she held his gaze even as he refused to look at her. He wondered what the colour of the moon she saw reflected in his eyes was, white or blue?

Slowly, he felt sensation return to his feet and he confidently took one step forward. The sudden movement from him surprised Mimi and he saw that her confident smile wavered when he leaned down towards her, his forehead just centimetres away from touching hers, his cold breath brushing past her chin and her neck.

“You don’t have to worry about something like that, Mimi chan. I can assure you, that the race you’re talking about won’t last very long.”

It was satisfying to watch her face crumple in confusion for a change but he could not take too much time admiring the view, since he still had one more card up his sleeve he needed to play. Grasping at this chance when Mimi was still trying to make sense of what was happening, Yamato leaned forward and quickly planted a kiss against her lips. It was just a peck, but he felt Mimi’s body go rigid under his touch, not a reaction he enjoyed but the one he expected. When he pulled back, the taste of her strawberry chapstick rested faintly on his lips and he had to fight the urge to lick it off.

Mimi looked completely stunned, her eyes were dazed as if she hadn’t processed what had just happened, but Yamato couldn’t feel any guilt just yet. She’d played with his feelings and he’d returned the favour, he hoped that when she did come to her senses, there would be no hard feelings between them. But when a few minutes passed and Mimi still looked like she was stuck in dreamland, he sighed, realising that he might have made things more difficult for himself.

Shaking his head in defeat, Yamato wrapped his hand around Mimi’s arm and tugged with a gentle force to drag her along with him as he began to walk towards her house. Once they crossed the bridge, it didn’t take Mimi too long to recover and she immediately lashed out at him, paying no heed to the people passing by around them.

“How could you-”

“I think the lesson here is-” Yamato interrupted her before she could make a scene, “that you shouldn’t start a challenge if you’re not prepared to handle its end.”

She opened her mouth to argue but surprisingly was at a loss for words, and instead focused on getting out from under his grasp, picking up her pace so she could always stay a step ahead of him.

“For the record,” she spoke up again after a few minutes, not bothering to glance back at him which made Yamato roll his eyes, “I do not want to be in the running. I was just messing with you.”

Her words would’ve hurt Yamato had she bothered to hide her flaming pink ears or the slightly nervous squeak in her voice as she spoke, now he just found her reaction cute and entertaining, like a TV show he could binge on repeat.

“Sure, Mimi chan. I believe you.”

“I’m really not interested in you like that.”

“Yet, you didn’t push me away.”

“That was-” she stopped suddenly and Yamato almost ran into her, frowning at her as she struggled to get her words out, “I didn’t push you away because...because of the moon.”

“The moon?”

“Yes,” Mimi said as she turned her eyes towards the sky, the dreamy look returning in them and making her eyes look like pools of melted caramel, “The moon, it just looks so pretty when it’s blue.”

[almightyelectro]

eternal grief.

an introspection on ei from genshin impact, focusing on her concept of grief, life and human emotions.

sadly because reading old stories on genshin is hell, a lot of my information has to be pulled from the wiki, my own memory and some videos (i usually love to back up my thoughts with quotes but...genshin is way too tiring to dig up info for, i'm sorry)

will go into spoilers involving the inazuma archon quest and the sumeru archon quest (particularly involving wanderer/scaramouche).

everything mentioned is about ei's feelings on the matter, as i cannot speak for others and their characters!

the creation of the raiden shogun (who will be shortened to the shogun) and kunikuzushi (who will be shortened to kuni) and her treatment of them is something that gives us great insight on how ei processes her grief. for one, we need to talk about why ei is grieving-- and though i'm sure we do all know, i'm going to talk about it in detail anyway.

ei's source of grief is pretty well known: she lost her twin sister during the cataclysm. anyone losing a family member, especially one so close to them, would be torn... but there's a bit more to it than that. for one, ei and makoto have been together since the very beginning, and as far as we know they're the only family they had. second, the death of a god in this universe isn't really as simple as a mortal's death. while they're aware gods can die (based on the archon war, though we don't know exactly what went on during it), ei and makoto lived in relative peace for a very long time before the cataclysm occurred. i think it's safe to say that before this event they likely considered the possibility of the other dying.

i personally believe that makoto realized just how dangerous it was and this was why she went to khaenri'ah all on her own-- or perhaps she believed she could handle it on her own without involving her sister. either way, makoto's care for ei is why she went all by herself, eventually leading to her death and ei taking up the role of the raiden shogun.

so, what does this have to do with the shogun and kuni's creation? well, the biggest thing is what happened when she first created kuni in order to host the gnosis. once kuni was created he shed a tear, and ei deemed him unsuitable for his purpose. i think a lot of people misunderstand ei's motives when it comes to kuni, especially because the two of them have different views of what happened.

while it can be read that she saw him as weak, something to pity, i think there's a bit more to it than that. as mentioned before, makoto went into battle on her own, likely due to wanting to spare her sister's life. makoto's own emotions are what caused her death-- or at least, that's how ei views it. yes, she did pity him, but deep down i believe she was afraid that his emotions would get in the way...that they would put him in danger, just like makoto.

i think it's also important to note that...ei didn't create kuni with the intentions of him being a son, or a family member. if she met kuni (now our beloved wanderer) now and learned that was how he viewed her, i think she would be genuinely shocked. it probably never crossed her mind that to her creation she was more than just that-- a creator. she was a mother, gave him life and sentience, but in her eyes...she is simply a god crafting a puppet. i dont think she would even be against accepting him as family (especially since she gave him the golden feather so that he may return to her), but...can a god like herself really understand what it means to be a mother? it's a foreign concept to someone like her. all she knows is she is his creator, and she truly believed she would give him a better life by stripping him of his duties and allowing him to choose his own fate.

the shogun, meanwhile, was her final product. a (seemingly) emotionless puppet that would follow her ideals. but...the shogun and ei aren't even 1:1. i think this especially hammers home the idea that ei was not only afraid of erosion, but worried that her own emotions would result in her death. she spared them from knowing of her sister's fate, from having to mourn, but if she died there would be no way to shield them from it.

it's pretty common for people to see ei as just the shogun 2.0, but there are pretty noticeable differences. for one, the shogun is very matter of fact, capable of making decisions without hesitation if it means furthering her ideals...while ei's voice is much more soft, and she has a tendency to ask questions. even when it comes to apologizing for the shogun's actions ei hesitates. she believes the shogun should do so-- and though this could be read as her not wanting to take responsibility for her creation, i think it has more to do with the fact that ei is just...not used to being a leader. for most of her life she was an unseen shadow, makoto did all of the talking. even now she stands behind the shogun, acting as a shadow (until post sq2)

tldr: i dont thinkwe should be expecting gods to fit our morals when it comes to how they process things. nya

[abiiors]

"Your favourite colour right now is red but you never stick to a true favourite because you think there's too much joy in all colours" hands thrown up in frustration, a hint of a slur in my voice that I dont care to acknowledge while he just stands there, listening.

He dares to just stand there?! To just fucking stand there. Staring pitying like im some wounded fucking animal. Maybe he's being kind? Gentle, maybe it's not pity, but when you spend so long without either it's impossible to distinguish between them.

"Your favourite season is summer and autumn, but you hate the cold in winter, your favourite time of day is dusk when you can sit outside and drown in that orange English light you always talk about" feeling my hands shake and my teeth clench, everything about this is wrong, why am I yelling at him? What did he even say in the first place? Did he say anything?

"You know what else I know? Your favourite guitar is the mustang because it's offset and your favourite person...." hit by a semi truck, that's how this feels, like running full pelt into a brick wall. The stop light never turned green and he never even spoke a word. "....isn't me."

JAIL AMBROSE, JAIL!! I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE SOMETHING SOFT AND CUTE 😭💔