#of prompt posts i love and adore

[linwritesif]

A List of Prompts

because yeah i think it would be helpful if there was a comprehensive list of those, so

ANGST. want to cry? here's some onion for you.

fighting/intense

someone is injured

protective

reluctant allies

shedding a tear

secret relationship--getting caught and confronted

enemies to lovers

corruption arc

sentence starters

forbidden love

101 ways to break the characters (and readers) heart

broken trust

hit em where it hurts

for the damaged

short angst sentence starters

soft angst sentence starters

high pain tolerance

dark and angsty sentence starters

from the villain

SMUT / NSFW. having horny thoughts? endulge.

action prompts

subtle intimacy

sexual tension

kissing starters

smut dialogue prompts

sfw friends with benefits

types of kisses

soft dirty talk sentence starters

consent is sexy

spicy actions

subtle smut sentence starters

nonverbal sexual situations

bdsm and dom/sub prompts

build the tension

love and leashes

FLUFF. for when your heart needs healing.

simple actions.

forehead touches.

things done while spooning

things done while dancing

oblivious idiots in love

idiots in love

dancing prompts

dialogue prompts

simple touches

casual affections

soft and sweet sentence starters

types of hugs

comforting

domestic intimacy

comforting actions

soft touches

BITTERSWEET. for those who like to hurt and then soothed.

reassuring your lover

reassuring your lover pt. 2

sacred moments

hurt/comfort prompts.

hero x villain prompts

lovers in denial

comforting a lover after a nightmare

grumpy x sunshine

enemies with benefits

noticing trauma

all about the yearning

found family

nightmares and sleeping

reassuring

reunion after (physical) trauma

possessive/territorial

for the heavy hearted

enemies to lovers

hero x villain sentence starters

dissociation starters

intervention

enemies to lovers and lovers to enemies

[dizzybizz]

day 4 is reach and naturally my brain reached for an arkco moment...

[fourteenthz]

VIERAPRIL 19 - ETHEREAL

I see you everywhere. I wish I could meet you.

[mushiewrites]

Sleepy Experiments

It is officially lee!George week! :D I'm so excited I finally got to do something like this - I've had this idea since @fluffallamaful did an incredible lee!Dream MONTH last June, and truthfully I've wanted to do this since last August but....better late than never, right? 😇 I also wanna just thank @awkwardtickleetoo for helping me with everything - prompts, ideas, proof reading, etc. Cal is literally there for me always and Im so grateful for him, he truly is my lil knight ):

day 1 - soft tickles / prompts found here!

(lee!George / ler!Dream : 3.8K words)

“Dream! Stohop!” George was met with yet another poke to his side, jerking his body to the left to escape Dream’s finger. He let out a sigh in fake frustration, fully aware that Dream was bound to become bored as they’d been attempting to nap with no success for a little while now. George had almost drifted to sleep multiple times, but every single time he did, he was met with a poke from the restless blonde boy.

“George! I cahan’t!” The elder couldn’t help but giggle at the mocking as Dream leaned his cheek against his right palm, elbow propped onto the bed beside him while he wiggled his free pointer finger in the air in front of George’s face to tease him. The brunette quickly swatted it away, making Dream let out a huff of amused air through his nose before making a move to poke George again. “Just a little!”

“Nohoho! Leave mehehe alone!” 

“Come on, Georgie, please? I promise I’ll be reaaaaally gentle. And maybe it’ll help me sleep!” Dream stuck out his bottom lip as far as it would go as he held out his words, the pout matching the puppy dog eyes he was using to melt the Brit. George let his head fall back onto the pillow beneath him, letting out a groan and bringing his right arm up to cover his eyes to prevent him from seeing how closely Dream was focusing on him. 

“I- I mean- why? Just- …ugh, fine.” George winced when Dream let out a squeal of excitement, dropping his arm back against the blankets and cracking an eye open to see Dream quickly push himself into a kneeling position beside him. “You have to be so gentle though, Dream! I mean it! One wrong move and you’re done.”

“I promise to be so gentle!” The blonde smiled at the warning, tapping George’s thigh twice before continuing. “Do you mind turning over for me, George?” 

George felt his cheeks fill with warmth, nodding his head with a quiet whine as he adjusted himself to lay on his tummy. He felt the familiar weight of the younger boy settling on the back of his thighs, jumping slightly when Dream hooked two fingers under his shirt and began revealing the pale skin beneath it. He felt goosebumps spread across the expanse of his back as the cool air blanketed every inch of it, making him squirm slightly with a shiver and growling at Dream when he giggled at the involuntary movement. 

“Do you really have to lift my shirt up for this?” His voice was more high pitched than he expected it to be and swallowed thickly, looking over his shoulder at Dream and coughing slightly to adjust it back to the normal tone. “I mean, it seems a bit excessive.” 

Dream let out a scoff at the passive protest, tilting his head slightly to the right when he saw the tips of George’s ears turning a light pink. He chuckled as he continued to slowly drag the black T-shirt up until it was sitting just below the bottom of his shoulder blades. George felt the fabric glide lightly across his skin when Dream released his grip, making him squirm briefly at the soft tickly feeling. 

“Oh George, if that bothered you, how are you gonna handle the actual tickles?” Dream cooed, smiling as the smaller boy began to squirm a little more at the thought of the soft tickles that awaited him. Dream swiped a pointer finger just below both his shoulder blades and chuckled when the smaller boy screeched, pushing his face into the pillow and muffling a nervous giggle that he couldn’t keep in any longer.

“Wahatch it! I can stop this right now, you know!” George threatened as he adjusted his arms, folding them underneath the pillow before laying his head back down against the soft fabric. 

“What?! No! Please don’t!” The tone of his voice sent a small dagger into George’s chest, melting him instantly. He knew that Dream was fully joking, but the fake hurt in the younger’s voice made George want to let Dream tickle him forever.

“I…I won’t,” He sighed in defeat. “Just…be careful, okay?” 

George was met with a small chuckle in response, giggling himself when he felt Dream’s fingers touch down just under his shoulder blades and wiggle lightly against the warm skin there. He twisted his fists up into the pillowcase, squeezing the fabric between his fingers in an attempt to keep his arms raised.

Dream continued to softly skitter his fingers over George’s back, spreading his hands further apart to trail up and down the sides of his spine. He arched into the bed as Dream’s right pointer finger traced back up his spine and between his shoulder blades, giggling harder and kicking his feet against the covers a few times to relieve some of the tickly energy that was coursing through his body.

“You’re cute when you’re all squirmy like this.” The blonde stated, no teasing tone to be found in his voice. This only further proved to fluster George as his face grew hotter, making him turn to fully bury his face into the pillow. 

“Shuhut up!” George’s giggles were quickly morphed to cackles as Dream used both pointer fingers to walk under his shirt, scratching lightly at the sides of his armpits and following George whichever way he twisted. 

“It’s the truth! What am I supposed to do, lie to you?” Dream giggled from his spot on George’s thighs, flattening his palms and dragging them slowly down before spidering his fingers along the boy’s lower back. The brunette jumped in surprise at the sudden tickling, giggling harder and visibly struggling more and more the longer Dream focused there.

“Ahaha, please! I- Dreheheam! Gehehentle, plehease!” 

“Thihis is gentle! I’m not sure I could get any more gentle if I tried!” Despite his rebuttal, Dream pressed his palms down again into the pink skin of George’s lower back and began rubbing to help soothe the tingly feeling. 

“Thahahank you!” George’s laughter was slowly calming down, the pitch raised into tiny squeaks but becoming less frequent as the time passed. Dream felt his own cheeks filling with heat at the reply, rarely experiencing that level of politeness from the Brit. He leaned his body slightly to the left  to look at George, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies at how wide his smile was, and how happy he looked with his eyes squeezed and nose scrunched. 

“Anything for you, my little prince.” He was met with a high pitched whine followed by chirpy giggles, making Dream’s tiny grin grow into a full blown toothy grin.

After sitting back on George’s thighs again, adjusting himself to balance comfortably, Dream used his pointer and middle fingers from both hands and slowly walked them up George’s back, pressing in and wiggling slightly as they continued their journey from his lower back to just under his shoulder blades once more.

“I didn’t realize how sensitive your back was, Georgie. And here I am, just thinking I was the only one cursed with this weakness!” He continued to speak as he made little swirls with his fingers on the sides of George’s back, careful to not tickle too much over his back ribs in fear of disturbing the smaller boy’s state of sleepy bliss he was caught in. “I hope you know I’ll remember this.” 

“Whahahatever!” The brunette exclaimed, wiggling slightly as the soft tickling continued under his shirt and around his shoulder blades. He scrunched his shoulders up as high as they would go, shaking his head back and forth as tickly circles were drawn around the sensitive bones of his upper back, hugging the pillow as tightly as he could as a source of comfort.

The younger boy hummed in response, a smile clear in the tone as he removed his hands from under the shirt and made his way back down to the dimples of George’s back, tracing and skittering all ten of his fingers as he went. As much as he loved the sound of George’s cackling, squealing and giggling, he didn’t want to tire the boy out too soon. After another minute of gentle tickles around the sides of his lower back, Dream flattened his palms again and began to rub the entirety of George’s back, helping to calm him and work him through the giggles that continued to pour from him. 

Dream eventually made his way to George’s shoulders, helping relax them back down from being pressed up against his ears. He used his hands to squeeze the muscles there every few seconds, giving George a gentle massage as his giggles slowly dissolved. The blonde noticed how small George looked beneath him, his hands completely engulfing his shoulders and making Dream let out a chuckle at how tiny he actually was. George let out a contented sigh, ignoring the giggle and turning his head to lay his cheek on the blankets comfortably, closing his eyes just moments later. George could feel himself drifting off to sleep when suddenly his eyes shot open, Dream’s hands having moved closer to his neck and sending a horribly tickly sensation to his nerves. 

“Wait, whahat?! Nohoho!” The elder scrunched his shoulders up and attempted to block the sensitive muscle where his shoulders and base of his neck met, clearly surprised at how much it affected him. 

“Awh, what’s wrong, sweetheart, does someone have a sensitive neck?” 

“You knohohow I do!” 

The brunette buried his head into the blankets below him once again as he let out a squeal, feeling Dream’s fingers walking up the sides of his neck until he was directly under his ears on both sides. He began to gently flutter his fingers in the hypersensitive area, giggling to himself when George’s laughter rose in pitch until it was nothing but bright chirps and loud squeaks. 

“Listen to you, George! You’re like a little bird!” The older boy groaned through his giggles at the comment, not knowing whether to take it as a compliment or an insult. He didn’t have much time to dwell on that though as a tiny raspberry was suddenly placed below his right ear, making him screech and attempt to bring up his shoulder again. Unfortunately for George, Dream’s chin blocked it and another small raspberry was placed in the same spot. 

“NAHAHA P-PLEHEASE! G-Gehehentle, Dream!” 

The skitters against his skin turned into gentle rubs, taming George’s giggles almost instantly and allowing him to relax back into the touch.

“I know, I know. I just can’t help myself, George. You’re too cute when you get all scrunchy.” Dream giggled at his own words as he watched George melt into the blankets beneath him. He moved his pointer fingers to swipe at the shell of George’s ear to hear him squeal again before rubbing the ghost tickles out immediately after the action. 

“W-Well, you’re ahahan idiot!” 

“Maybe, but I’m your idiot. So that makes up for it, right?” 

George could hear the smirk in Dream’s voice and refused to answer out of spite, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing the stupid remark had made me smile, too. After a few more minutes of Dream soothingly rubbing over George’s shoulders, he tapped on the smaller boy’s back a few times to get his attention. 

“Is it okay if you turn onto your back for me? I wanna try something else.” The blonde was met with a small whine in response, but lifted himself slightly off of George’s thighs when Dream felt him begin to turn over anyway. Dream’s grin only grew when George flashed him a death glare, watching as he flopped himself down onto his back with an eye roll. 

“There. Happy?” 

Dream raised an eyebrow at the question as he looked George’s torso up and down, shaking his head slightly in disapproval as he lowered himself back onto George’s thighs. His eyes were glued to George’s shirt, which had fallen back down to cover his tummy as the smaller boy maneuvered himself just seconds before.

“I would be, but you messed up your shirt! Now I have to pull it up again.” Dream sighed in feigned annoyance. He made sure to meet George’s gaze as he slowly began to push his shirt up once again, this time stopping at the middle of his ribs and dragging his fingers down his sides once he was satisfied with the amount of tummy exposed. The brunette writhed with a high pitched giggle at the tracing on his sides, bringing his hands up to hide his face out of embarrassment. 

Dream slowly skittered his fingers lightly over George’s lower tummy, feeling the smaller boy squirm a little more than he had been as he kicked his feet pathetically against the bed behind him. The blonde used his pointer fingers to continue to trace up and down the sides of George’s tummy, listening to the many different types of giggles it produced while George continued to squirm. The elder did his best to try and allow the tickling, stopping his hands every time they moved from his face to try and grab Dream’s hands on instinct. 

“Do you know you scrunch your nose sometimes when you laugh?” Dream commented nonchalantly, making the blush from George’s cheeks spread to the tips of his ears and down the front of his neck. 

“I dohohn’t!” 

“And you blush like crazy. Right now you’re like a little rose, your cheeks are so red! It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen! My little blushy baby.”

“SHUT UHUHP!” George removed his hands from the safety of his own face and lunged forward, trying his best to clamp them over Dream’s mouth but squealing when his wrists were scooped up into one of the blonde’s big hands instead. 

“Oh, you want me to tickle your palms? You could’ve just asked, gorgeous!” Dream brought his chin down and began to lightly drag his beard over George’s palms, making him break out into bright cackles as he threw his head back. 

“N-Nahaha please! Nohohot there!” 

Dream knew that George had extremely sensitive palms, but also knew they worked incredibly well as melt spots when done correctly. Dream continued to slowly drag his chin back and forth over George’s hands until he felt the small fingers relax against his own cheeks, smiling and letting George press his fingers into them as he giggled along with the elder. 

“Dreheheam!” 

The blonde could tell that George was getting embarrassed, giggling quietly as he watched him squeeze his eyes shut while he attempted to hide his face into one of his shoulders. Dream decided to take pity on him, smile wide as he pulled back slightly to stop the tickling. 

“Okahay, okay. I guess I’m done experimenting....” Dream spoke with fake disappointment as moved his chin from its place hovering over George’s hands, holding them in his own and using both of thumbs to rub against George’s to help calm him. 

“Thahahank God.” He dropped his head back down against the pillow as he closed his eyes with a contented sigh, intending on allowing the rest of the giggles to run their course while he attempted to relax again. Dream raised an eyebrow at that, taking it as a small challenge and smirking when a new plan formed in his head.

“But actually, you know what? Maybe not!” Dream spoke suddenly, fingers releasing George’s hands and allowing both of his own to fall down to rest on the tops of his thighs.

“Wahahait, why?!” George felt a slight panic at the idea of more tickles after everything he’d already been put through, bringing his hands back to himself and crossing both arms over his torso for protection.

“I just realized I never got your poor little feet! How could I forget them, they need just as much attention as the rest of you, don’t they?”

“What?! Nohoho! We- We’re supposed tohoho be nahahapping!” George was quick to protest, launching his hands forward and gripping onto Dream’s wrists as tight as he could to keep him in place. Dream’s grin grew wider at that reaction, getting the desired results and deciding to continue the teasing.

“I could even do that thing you like so much!” Dream flashed him a smile as he ignored George’s words, only interested in continuing the topic he had introduced. George knew by asking he would only get more flustered, but he was too curious and too stubborn to allow Dream to get away with gatekeeping whatever thought he was currently having at his own expense. 

“...What thing…?” He was hesitant, his voice wavering when the question finally spilled out moments later. The blonde giggled brightly at that, pulling at his arms a little to feel that George still had a tight grasp on them.

“Well,” Dream began to explain, shrugging his shoulders as he thought for a moment before continuing. “You know that thing. The shoe thing! The one where I take one off and leave one on?”

“Dre- NMM HMM?!” George opened his mouth to speak, but Dream was quick to break out of the smaller boy’s grip, placing a hand over his mouth to muffle the protests as he continued. 

“To be gentle, of course! Not for any other reason. And then I’d take the one sock off, too. And I’d leave the other foot alone, still protected. Isn’t that nice of me, only focusing on one foot instead of two?”

George let go of the wrist he still was holding and grabbed the hand over his mouth, pulling it off and flinging it away from himself as far as Dream would let it go. He quickly brought his arms up and flung them over his face once again as he felt his cheeks grow hotter by the second. George was shaking his head quickly, not saying anything verbally out of fear his voice would sound small and weak from how flustered he was.

“You can relax, I’m just teasing. That’s a little too intense for you for it to be considered gentle, isn’t it, sweetheart? You’re just too ticklish and too flustered, huh?” 

“What?! Dream, just- whahatever, shut up!” George whined behind his arms, letting out a small hiccup in surprise when Dream gripped his elbows and lowered his arms to reveal his face. He opened his eyes and was met with bright green ones staring back, rolling his own and pushing at Dream’s chest to move him back slightly.

“Alrihight, angel, I’m done tormenting you…for now.” The blonde adjusted himself from straddling George’s thighs to kneeling next to him again, this time pressing his knees against George’s side in an attempt to stay connected. 

“More like forever.” George made a move to sit up as he mumbled under his breath, pushing himself up onto his elbows only to fall back against the bed suddenly when he felt rapid squeezes digging into his inner thighs. He let out a wail and thrashed around frantically, his legs kicking out and arms flailing in every direction. 

“NAHAHAHA! D-DREHEHEHEAM NOHOHO!” One of George’s hands gripped tightly into the comforter below him, pulling at it and trying his best to keep his arms to himself in an attempt to save himself from slapping Dream and making the tickling far worse than it already was.

The pinching stopped as quickly as it had started, allowing George to take in deep gulps of air as he continued to laugh himself silly. He pressed his knees together as he turned to the left side, curling in on himself and bringing a hand down to wedge between his inner thighs in an attempt to tame the ghost tickles that were still flowing throughout his legs. His free hand was covering the side of his face that was visible to Dream, attempting to keep the blonde from seeing George’s rapidly growing blush.

“I’m sorry, but I had to! You were getting cocky with me,” The blonde giggled, stretching his left arm out and placing it on the smaller boy’s arm and rubbing it soothingly to try and help calm his nerves. He let out a bright giggle when George jolted at the sudden touch, clearly anticipating more tickles. Dream moved his hand up George’s arm and into the older boy’s hair, gently ruffling it. “But it was only for a second! I promise I’m done now, baby.”

“Ohohonly a second?! It’s my thighs, Dreheheam! You know how they are!” George rolled his eyes as he moved his hand to reveal his face, barely meeting Dream’s gaze. He felt a chill run down his spine as soon as the words passed his lips, noticing the flame they ignited in Dream’s eyes as he stared down at him with a smirk.

“Oh yeah? Do I know how they are, Georgie?” The brunette squirmed at the words, moving to cover his face once again to hide himself from Dream.

“Yes!” George spat back in annoyance, feeling his face heat up once again at the teasing tone in the younger boy’s voice. George felt the bed dip and suddenly he felt lips against the shell of his ear, barely grazing it and causing him to yelp. He made a move to cover the spot with his hand instead, but Dream had anticipated this and was quick to lightly grip George’s wrist, keeping it where it was against his blushy cheek.

“Hmmm…maybe I do. But don’t worry! We can explore that another day, just to make sure I really know,” Dream purred into his ear, making George let out a high pitched whine from the sudden closeness of the blonde. “Preferably on a day where I’m feeling particularly cruel. Does that sound good, kitten?”

Dream released his grip on the tiny wrist in his hand, chuckling when the brunette scrambled to sit up while the blonde made a move to crawl to the edge of the bed. George could do nothing but watch with wide eyes as the younger boy stood up, making his way towards the door with a mischievous look on his face; like he was immediately planning George’s demise. 

“W-What about our nap?” 

“How could I possibly sleep now when I have, like, ten different ideas on how to absolutely wreck you floating around in my head? I’ll nap later.” Dream turned around one last time to flash him a teasy smile before exiting the bedroom and disappearing down the hallway, leaving George bright faced and breathless, anxiously sitting with the many questions that swirled through his mind of what Dream could possibly do to further tear him into ticklish little shreds.

[depressedgaywriting]

Can you please continue 26 - Part 2? The way you wrote Villain’s love is so wholesome and precious, I wanna see more of them 🥹

OK I KNOW YOU SENT THIS LIKE FIVE MONTHS AGO IM SO SORRY MY ORGANISATION IS NON EXISTENT

CW: profanity?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

26 - Part 3

Villain opened their mouth - to say what, they didn't know. What the hell could fix that?

But then Hero spoke before they could. "They said your hair was nice, love. I was only joking. Really bad timing."

Henchman was silent for, for Villain, a very tense and very long moment. "You think my hair is nice?"

"Of course I think your hair is nice." Villain said, startled. That was the part they had a problem with? Not the terrible lying? They loved Henchman, but they were apparently either the most unobservant person in the world, or somehow lying to spare Villain's feelings.

Villain strongly, strongly hoped it was the former.

Henchman's perfect features broke into a small smile. "Thank you. And Hero, don't make stupid jokes like that." Their eyes met across the table and unspoken words seemed to pass between them, a conversation in some secret language that Villain couldn't possibly understand.

Hero looked away first, rising to their feet. They looked across to Villain. "Do you have a library?"

Villain glanced across at Henchman. Shit, bad idea. Now they couldn't think about anything but braiding their hair. What had Hero asked? "A library." they repeated slowly. They shook themselves out of their trance. Fuck, they could almost feel Hero smirking. "Yes, of course, a library. We do have one. Henchman can show you wher-"

"No, thanks. I'd rather have you show me."

Villain glanced at Henchman, who sent them a helpless shrug, seemingly as confused by this development as they were.

"Fine." they said. "Okay. I can show you."

[ibrokeeverything]

Do you ever just get so sick of straight ships being the norm???

[ghastigiggles]

sorry if you already answered something like this but where do you think are furina's most ticklish spots and how did navia come to be in possession of that information, & vice versa 👀

I'm still hyperfixated on Furina, and your navifuri things got me a bit hooked although there's no content for them 😔 they work pretty damn well on my team together though!

All good! Gotta say this ask really excited me because haaaaaaaaa I've definitely thought about this a normal amount.

I think Furina is a walking tickle-spot, not gonna lie. You think little miss isolated-and-touch-starved-for-500-years isn't gonna jump around and scream the first few times someone so much as brushes her calf teasingly??? Nuh uh. She's babie.

Having said that, I think the worst of the worst spots (the ones that push her to her limit fast and make her actually ask to stop when she gets overwhelmed) are her lower tummy, knees, and thighs.

On the other hand - and I know that this isn't necessarily part of the question, but bare with me - I think she has favourite spots to recieve tickles on, as well! Her neck becomes a big one (specifically from Navia - the first few times she was kissed there just filled her with butterflies and dopamine that doubled when Navia blew a tiny raspberry), as well as her ribs and back (massages that turn into tickles just make her fucking melt).

Navia has very much enjoyed just exploring which spot prompts what reaction. I feel like both of them value communication and transparency after... Fucking Everything, so as much as there's playful and accidental exploration, Furina is also clear about what she does and doesn't like, what she can and cannot handle, such on - and Navia is happy to work with her, especially if it means she can have her fun and catharsis while keeping Furina happy.

[pyrriax]

hey guys im back at it again with the horrible levels of s4 zam brainrot. um.

did i manage to somehow make this song about him in my head? yes! yes i did. and i cannot be normal about it.

[its-hyperfixation]

if i was a blue bird, i would fly to you

harry styles in the daylight music video (1/2). for my love, @bellamyblakru. thank u for being an absolutely phenomenal friend <3

[thebest-medicine]

self care is reading fic about characters having healthy conversations about consent and trusting each other and getting to experience a tickle session

[quirkle2]

QUIRKLE

YES!!

YES YES ITS FANTASTIC YES YES YES THANK YOU!!!

CRIES im honestly floored by how much people seem to like it ?? i didn't expect much feedback for it and i was Really close to trashing it altogether but y'all seem to enjoy it GVIEYAGV i've read all the comments in the tags and on ao3 and imso giddy ty guys

[aro-ortega]

STEEL IS SO FUCKING CUTE I CANT DEAL W HIM

[datastate]

i think the thing that gets to me most about nankidai’s writing is the lack of confidence in some aspects for his story/characterizations to shine through, to the extent he overcompensates. prior to the ministories, it’s shown most in how reko’s doll is overly emphasized as being out of place.

but usually, he’s really good about being subtle!!! with joe being more clever than he typically lets on (and in the death game, letting his cheery attitude drop once he’s out of sight of sara), the tension between alice and reko not being exaggerated and we can see where reko’s torn, with keiji’s slow appreciation for sara over the course of the game, etc.! and actually, speaking of ch2 + regarding the satous, their role in the story is intentionally in the background by nature of their role as the ‘in-between’ asunaro and casual life (most prominent with kai; though it also shows up with gashu who is - for the most part - more 'normal’ compared to the other floormasters while still maintaining his menacing role. this is something i deeply appreciate in contrast to the other floormasters - it presents a different, and arguably more terrifying, aspect)

but with the ministories in play... i do feel like sei would be better off if he were involved solely with kai, rather than directly with gashu. i’ve stated my issues with how sei’s existent feels redundant with the dichotomy of kai and ranger already in play, though he remains a deeply important character to kai himself and should not be removed entirely. (but that is not the point of the post atm)

see, it’s already heavily implied / outright stated that ranger and kai are meant to resemble and contrast one another.

- with ranger’s referring to gashu as “dad” (contrast to kai’s “father”) - shin’s wondering if rio was meant to be a successor (sara’s comment of “in place of a son?”) - rio’s inferiority despite fulfilling what kai states he never could; the two on opposite sides of what gashu wanted (kai’s unwavering commitment (unfortunately, to human life) versus ranger’s utter disregard for human life (with only gashu as the exception)) - and these are just listed off the top of my head, as i’m. very tired lol :P

we already had an established unknown dynamic between rio and kai - through gashu! as his creation/son respectively.

with sei’s involvement as gashu’s other apprentice, it seems to take away from the parallels we already had with gashu’s established children - specifically in kai’s case. there are no longer any messy strings left behind with kai and gashu under this lens, as gashu has completely moved over to the other apprentice he once took on instead. which honestly feels very unrealistic for how close they once were and how gashu justifies how he treated kai after being told only ‘one’ could survive after the assassin’s trial - out of a desire for kai’s survival, not only for his ‘potential’ but out of his own... clear ‘love’ for his family. this became a necessity.

sei physically resembling ranger could’ve simply been a case of being the next-best survivor of the assassin’s trial, who still met his end by another’s blade because of how much he cared for kai (who could’ve been training with him, where they earned their friendship; both were waiting on the instructors to report back to each house, rather than gashu specifically), and gashu saw that as the reason for both kai and sei’s failures. if kai was never a factor in sei’s life, would he be the assassin asunaro sought out...? <- that sort of thing

though, honestly, i don’t think sei needed to tie in with any current timeline-relevant character at all!! (esp as it was never implied in the main game). ranger’s design can stand on its own, and sei’s effect on kai wouldn’t be lessened if he didn’t resemble rio. tying ranger into the past seems to overcomplicate what was already implied beforehand regarding gashu’s difficult feelings toward his family (wishing to keep his child by his side, even in replica) versus asunaro (the intense faith he holds in its ideals, to the point of committing suicide to retain the purity of the death game) and how he both resents and wonders where he went wrong with kai for him to be unable to kill anyone else or complete asunaro’s objectives, where all other assassins would’ve in its name. he was searching out a replacement for kai - that is all we’re given in-game, and that’s honestly all we need to know for ranger’s existence to make sense and have a deeper meaning than just being a malicious floormaster! he is underdeveloped, and that is the intention of his character; he was always meant to be in the shadow of the child he was based upon, the one who gashu truly cared for.

...in any case, it’s an issue solely with the ministories in general! i feel like nankidai did wonderfully with enhancing dynamics we were already aware of and adding in characters that could have a lot of potential on how they influence the yttd cast’s lives (ie. ryuu, sei, and more solid characterization for ursheen/stronghold!) and i absolutely adored the alice & reko events!!! the subtle references to how much reko cared about alice to set up a ‘secret hideout’ just for the two of them, still taking the time to explain music things he didn’t quite understand (and in turn, also trying to pretend she didn’t know as much about piano as she did so she had more time to hang out with him), etc etc - it’s heartbreaking seeing how coldly they regard each other in present day by contrast! with that small set up of just how their personalities/desires began to clash and leaving the rest to be assumed from there. reko & alice’s is by far my favorite of the ministories, though i do appreciate what nankidai is trying to convey with the others... i just wish he weren’t so overt with kai’s :’]

[alister312]

It's not Gregstophe centric but have you read Consequences to the Grave on ffn? If you have what are your thoughts on it? It's so iconic to me and it shaped so much of how I understand their dynamic and their characters

I HAVE NOT BUT I KNOW OF IT…… one of my old favorite Christophe artists from dA (apatur4iris) drew a lot of art for that fic!!

nowadays, i’m a huge fan of damstophe (or dristophe as i know many others call it). however, back when i first got into south park (aka back when i constantly read fics on ffn), i only moderately liked the pairing. so i didn’t really read fics for them. now that i do like the pairing though, i’ve been meaning to read CttG for months at this point. since it’s on the longer side though (max i like to go for is ~70k and CttG is ~158k words), i keep putting it off 😅

but it really does seem to be THE damstophe fic of all time and if you’re recommending it anon, then maybe i’ll sit down soon and finally get started on reading it 👀

[ofhope-a]

A cool look; steely, tasteless. The act of recreating anew what was lost, a practice performed long before fire claimed his veins, licked at his heart, was a peculiar one; wherever he stepped, a discarded bolt, a misplaced panel. At first glance, mechanic hadn’t sprung into mind, more “displeased resident with a penchant for hour-long tales,” and while shock was not easy to come by, Lio’s expression had morphed into that of... slightly jostled. Perturbed, but only faintly.

The tip of his thumb glided over the iris, smoothing over the - was it metal, refined plastic? with a sort of quiet curiosity. Disgust wasn’t among the ranks; he had seen worse, all things considered.

“Your expertise lies in falsified limbs,” Lio clarified, turning his attention over to the other, displeasure not having been wiped from his features. “If you were inclined to operate on my own, you wouldn’t get far. I doubt you’d venture the task of taking something from a living being; they put up too much of a fight.”

Balancing the prosthetic in-between his first and third digit, Lio brought it parallel to his own eye, spying the details. 

“What mission would require the use of an inoperable eye?”

@feralverndari // continued!

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 312

Adjective: Melodic

Noun: Lake

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Melodic: of, having, or producing melody; pleasant-sounding, or melodious

Lake: a large body of water surrounded by land; a pool of liquid; an insoluble pigment made by combining a soluble organic dye and an insoluble mordant; a purplish-red pigment made the same way as lake, used in dyes, inks, and paints and originally made with lac