#this ask game is still open uwu

[randomnameless]

Was Hopes doodoo-ing all over Houses lore, while also removing most of the good parts of the latter game's story and characters and quadrupling down on the bad ones, worth Rhea getting meaningful interactions and relationships with her family and friends for the first time outside of Heroes and having a badass death scene in SB?

This is a difficult question lol -

More seriously, I guess everyone expected something different from the finished Nopes product.

Given all the "attention" Fodlan receives that completely ignores Nabateans (tfw there are no nabatean bond rings bar Flayn who might have been Billy's student, but plot wise?) bar the Heroes alts, I'm very happy for the tasty breadcrumbs Nopes offered.

But if you order a burger, and if only the sesame seeds on the bun are tasty - is it a good burger? I don't think so.

So while another Fodlan procut/content might have forgotten or straight up ignored Nabateans (I just remembered the uwu drama CD :( ), imo those breadcrumbs wasn't worth getting Nopes, aka a game full of retcons, developed as a cashgrab by people who forgot FE16's plot (remember Hayashi said FE16 only had 3 routes !) to get an AU where everyone loses characterisation to uwu, even more than in the base game, about Supreme Leader.

Mind you, the devs from Nopes thought adding Monica and Holst were necessary additions to the story, but apparently, the evil lizard lady wasn't.

On paper, I like the idea of an AU and seeing how characters develop differently if some events of the base game never happened, but at least make them plausible! There's a reason why AG is so well liked, it's different from its FE16 version (unlike Supreme Bullshit and Tru Piss) and has meaningful characters developing in ways they didn't in FE16 (tfw Sylvain and Felix become mature!) while still remaining their core selves (unlike Clout).

But it didn't happen, while I try to find positivity in the game, I'm still a bit miffed that this spin-off could have been a WoH prequel, with giant armies clashing (the Larva paralogue!) where Rhea interacting with her brother (?) and friends while being a badass wouldn't just have been confined to 5% of the game (+3% for the opening cutscene).

Sure, that would have implied yeeting the student/modern world cast and not making a game based on them - still I never hid the fact that I care most about Nabateans in that game than about the student-modern cast, but hey, if I'm wondering about my dream "Nopes", I can be a little self-indulgent right?

[luvevee]

Liking a slightly-less bad/more liked pokemon character doesn't mean you get to be rude to people who like bad/less-liked pokemon characters

[jays-bookmarks]

Relief (Blade x gn!reader)

@genshin-obsessed so I heard u like Blade 👀

Summary: After being cursed with immortality by the Abundance, you joined the Stellaron Hunters as a doctor. Today, your most stubborn patient finally comes to you for help. Words: 835 Warnings: reader is implied to be shorter than Blade & can be held in his lap (but our Bladie is a strong boy so he can hold anybody uwu)

You muttered to yourself as you walked around your office, organizing your medicines and checking equipment. As the only doctor in service of the Stellaron Hunters, it was important for you to keep everything in tip-top shape in case of emergencies. Although Elio usually told you in advance if a mission would be particularly bloody, there was always the possibility he would withhold one of his predictions. You couldn’t get complacent.

Despite your regular interactions with the other Stellaron Hunters, you felt you couldn't truly connect with any of your “teammates”: Kafka was always inscrutable, Silver Wolf seemed to treat reality like a game, and Blade… Blade was the only one who you thought could understand you. You had both been cursed by the Abundance in your own ways, after all. But after he ignored your attempts at friendship for so long, you had resigned yourself to an eternity of loneliness in your empty office.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by a knock on your door. You paused for a moment. Neither Kafka nor Silver Wolf were due for an appointment, leaving only one other person…

You opened the door to see Blade standing with his arms crossed. His expression betrayed nothing of what he felt, but you could see a tension in his shoulders. He didn’t speak as you blinked up at him in surprise.

“Blade. Come in,” you said, stepping aside to let him enter.

Blade went to sit down in his usual spot, and you quickly busied yourself gathering the necessary materials to make the painkiller you devised specifically for his condition. You couldn’t mix the medicine in advance, as its effectiveness faded quickly with time, so you always kept the raw ingredients on hand.

You glanced over your shoulder at Blade. Your gaze flicked over his body as you observed him. To the untrained eye, Blade seemed fine as ever, if a little irritated, but you knew how to read him after having treated him for so long. You could tell he was holding back more pain than usual. The fact that he was here of his own volition told you all that you needed to know.

You took a breath, then walked over to him. The medicine you made would work in time, but you could provide him with a more immediate source of relief. Gently, you reached out and pressed a hand to his chest.

He stiffened at the contact but didn't push you away. You closed your eyes and poured your energy into him, letting it wash over him and dull his pain. You focused until you felt Blade’s breathing grow more even and his muscles relax.

You felt lightheaded as you pulled back. The process had taken much longer than you anticipated and had cost much more of your energy as well.

You tried to step away toward the counter, not wanting to linger too long in Blade’s personal space, but a wave of dizziness hit you and you stumbled. Before you could hit the floor, Blade caught you in his arms.

“What did you do?” he asked, panic bleeding into his voice.

You knew you would recover in time—the Abundance’s curse would not let you go so easily—but the pain was still nearly unbearable. Your breathing was shallow and your vision blurry. Blade adjusted his grip on you and pulled you into his lap. His arms shook slightly as he held you.

“I’m sorry… I just wanted to help…” Your voice was weak and shaky as you spoke. “It… it'll pass… I'll be okay…”

Though you said this, you were still on the verge of tears. You were not like Blade—you hadn’t spent an eternity in combat and had yet to become numb to the pain of pushing your body to the limit. What he bore with a straight face was agony for you. You tried to hold back a whimper.

Blade tightened his grip around you.

“Why?” he asked.

“I… just wanted to give you some relief…” you said. You pinched your eyes shut to try to block out the pain. “Did… did it work, at least?”

Blade was silent for a while. Then, he pulled you closer, letting your head rest against his chest as his breath fanned over your face. 

“…Yes,” he said. “Don’t do it again.”

“…Sorry…” You breathed out, letting your eyes fall shut. After what you had done, you were completely exhausted, and Blade's embrace was so warm… You fell asleep to the steady rhythm of his heart, for once free of worries as Blade held you close.

The next day, Kafka would enter your office only to see Blade glaring at her to stay silent. You were still slumbering in his arms. He had stayed in that same position all night, not caring about the fatigue in his muscles nor the ache that came with it. Kafka smiled knowingly, holding back her teasing words—if only for now—as she closed the door, leaving Blade alone with you.

[missblissy]

Domestic Astarion x Reader HCs

A/N: UwU just wanted to add to the married life headcanons after the events of the game. Fluffy good stuff below. GN!Tav, no class/race. Enjoy!

Some days always started better than others. But that’s only to say because someone didn’t need as much sleep as you, and had a life time left to learn new skills. One of them being cooking. Sure Astarion can’t taste and it’s a useless skill to him. But you? He would do anything for you. And that includes learning to cook for the sheer simple act of spoiling you with a warm and home made breakfast in bed.

It’s strange to say you two never had a wedding. That’s not to say you two weren’t married. “Oh…?” Astarion isn’t sure how to explain this when someone asks, “Well, you see, my darling little love here found this-” He holds up his hand and wiggles the ring in his finger, “On a rotting old skeleton then found the matching one, get this, on another smelly corpse!” Most people wouldn’t look fondly on something like that. But no, Astarion wasn’t most people. He’d smile and swoon, “And I suppose since then we’ve been married,”

It doesn’t help that back then when you did find those rings, you quite literally told him, “We’re married now,” As a joke. It wasn’t joke….

Astarion has a habit of leaving you poems to find in the most hidden of places. Like little lost treasures. Or maybe he just knows the looting demon you are at heart with your little grabby fingers going for anything they can touch. So it always comes to a surprise to you when you open a book and a poem written years ago flutters out… but the love and truth still rings pure despite the yellowing of the pages.

Crimson sons, vermillion daughters. Quivering maroon, burgundy, cardinal. Short fainting strokes Fester a broken carotid Free from feathers Unbound By the serpent's head no more.

His way of saying thank you for everything you've ever given him. And then some. No matter the message you cherished each treasured poem you would find.

The man had a knack for spoiling you, unconditionally, and most importantly, endlessly. If you saw something out in a shop that caught you eye, but you were just to stubborn to get it for yourself. Surprise, surprise when you get home and find it there with a man beaming proud like a puppy with his bone.

But that didn’t mean affection was off the table either. Astarion spoiled you with kisses, big ones, little ones, some on the back of your hand as he opened a door for you. Others on your cheek, gently but with sorrow as he left for some few weeks for whatever reason. He had his own things to do and sometimes you couldn’t go with him. But that just meant when he got home you could throw your arms around him, breathe him in and share the long awaited kiss of his return.

Married life strangely suited you both, from the little grabbing of hands under tables, the protective placement of an arm, the look of pride when the other did something extraordinary. And Astarion would always be the more boastful in pride when it came to talking about you.

And he couldn’t help but show off, sure he’s loud and arrogant about it. Saying he was best option of course, no one else stood a chance… blah blah blah. But when no one was around he can look you in the eye and practically grovel, “I am so lucky you chose me,”

There were many other things that came with the long life of being married together. The two of you were quite dedicated to learning to… dance. Astarion hadn’t a clue wether his left foot was right, and you may have been no better. It was your idea really. You heart would swoon watching other couples and with an eager voice you pointed a finger and declared, “I want to do that too!”

And so you did, but behind the close doors of your own home. Seeing as Astarion didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of so many people. Where you both could trip and side step and laugh, giggle and make the most out of learning something new together.

It seemed the two of you had a habit of learning things together. From silly little drawings, to paintings, perhaps an instrument or two. You both always found a way to share your hobbies and passions together.

And it was the mornings, where these happened most often. Naturally Astarion couldn’t be in the sun but that didn’t stop him from enjoying what little light he could. You’d find him in the dusty dusk right before the sun actually broke the horizon.

He had been teaching himself to play the piano, so to wake up in the morning and not hear the soft echos of keys down the halls would be a bad sign. It’d be another bad sign if you didn’t sit down beside him, stroking the keys as the two of you played a song that was always in the process of being made and never done.

Surely soon he’d go off to sleep, sharing kisses and affection. You wouldn’t see him again until the evening, when the sun was starting it decent. Day-phobia was real in vampires no matter how much they loved the sun and he didn’t have a worm anymore to help him fight that. But he managed, enjoying every sun rise and sun set he got to see just as the world of night came and went.

Despite staying up all night sometimes just to be beside him, it was fairly often that Astarion would have to nag you to go to sleep. You’d barely have even one eye open, drifting back and forth between dreams and you’d still tell him, “I’m not tired, I’m just resting my eyes,” All because he was up late in kitchen and you didn’t want to leave his side.

He often compromises though, making deals and barters, “If I go upstairs with you, will you go to sleep?”

“…” Surely you aren’t going to say no? “Will you be the big spoon?”

“Of course,” How could he say no to a face like yours? And such a sleepy one too?

He didn’t mind, not really. Some nights he’d stay in bed with you until the morning. Even though nothing would get done, or things he had planned were set aside, he wouldn’t sleep either, he truly really didn’t mind. He could lay there for eternity holding you close and be at peace.

[petcr3]

dreams | rhett abbott x reader

summary: rhett asks if reader ever wants to move out of their apartment, and before either of them know it, they’re planning out a future together.

word count: ~1.4k

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, my usual in depth cuddle descriptions because i am not normal, rhett getting to feel loved uwu, rhett being romantic because he IS i just know

a/n: this was completely unplanned, i was just yearning so hard an entire fic fell out

You’re curled up against Rhett’s chest, his cheek resting against the top of your head as he idly trails his fingers up and down the length of your spine.

“You ever think about leaving this place?” he asks.

“Wabang?”

“No.” A chuckle. “Well, yeah. But I just meant the apartment.” You hum in understanding, fingertips idly dancing along his side.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind living in a bigger place. Maybe a house someday.” 

“Any chance I’m in that house with you?”

“Of course you are. There’s a little spot for you to curl up at the foot of my bed and everything.” Laughter rumbles in his chest and he leans down to nip harmlessly at the shell of your ear.

“Mean.” 

You giggle and hide your face against his chest. He can feel you smiling against his skin. Despite your transgression, Rhett reaches up to play with your hair and you let out a contented sigh.

“There’s no house without you in it,” you say after a moment. It catches him a little off guard. Sure, he likes to think he plays a part in your fantasies about the future, but it’s something else to hear that he’s a fixture in them. Something clenches near his heart–– a beautiful ache that comes from a missing piece sliding home.

“Tell me more about it?” he asks, feeling suddenly a little vulnerable. You nose affectionately at his chest and pull him a little closer

“It’s got a lot of light. It’s big, but not too big, like, you can’t get lost in it. We wouldn’t need that kind of space. Mostly it just feels open and bright, you know? Lots of sun. Our bedroom has its own bathroom so I can listen to you sing to yourself in the shower.” Rhett lets out a quiet snort.

“Thought you did that anyway.”

“Yeah but now I can do it lying down. It’s a game changer.”

You’re funny, Rhett thinks. People don’t notice that enough. “Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…” Your head bobs a little with his gentle laughter.

“Go on.”

“We have a big ol’ bathtub–– one where we both fit.”

“Sexy.” He can’t help himself. You pinch his side, but he can still feel you smiling..

“We have a big yard. Maybe even big enough to keep horses, if you wanted.”

“What about a dog?”

“Well we’d have to get two, so they can have a friend.”

“Agreed.”

“What about you? What are you adding?” Rhett thinks for a moment.

“Nice deck. Rocking chairs or a porch swing so we can sit out and watch the stars at night.” You let out a happy little sound, and he can tell you’re picturing it. “Lots of blankets out there. You can get nice n’ cozy and I’ll bring us out hot toddies.” Rhett knows he’s not playing exactly by the rules of the game, but he’s starting to get lost in the idea of a future with you–– one that you seem to already be counting on. “The dogs like to sit by our feet. At least one of ‘em’s too big to sit in your lap, but you let ‘em anyway because you’re soft on ‘em.” He smiles. “Guess I probably am, too.”

You’ve always loved Rhett’s voice. It’s sexy as hell, sure, but it’s also unbelievably calming. Paired with his arms wrapped around you, it’s positively lethal. But he’s so wrapped up in the fantasy you two are creating, he doesn’t notice the way your breathing evens out or your grip on his waist starts to slacken.

“Once it gets too cold we head inside and you tell me just to leave the mugs in the sink because you don’t wanna go up to the bedroom by yourself even if it’s just for a few minutes. Our bedroom is big, but it’s cozy. You picked out most of the furniture but you always tell everyone I helped. I built our bed frame, though. You like to brag about that.” He knows he’s right because you still tell everyone you know about the end table he made for your living room last year. When he starts speaking again, he hardly realizes what he’s saying. It just starts to flow out of him.

“I ask you to marry me in that bed. I got a ring and a proposal all planned out but you have to go and look so beautiful one night that my plans go right out the window. I take you out for a walk like I was going to, though, and get down on one knee. You don’t even let me get up, you practically tackle me to the ground saying yes again. Maybe we get married out in the yard or we find some place pretty to go. But I think the ceremony happens outside; that feels right. We make Amy the flower girl even if she’s not a kid anymore. I’m crying the whole damn time and I don’t care who sees. You hold my hand even if we’re not supposed to.” He isn’t sure if that’s a rule–– he thinks maybe it isn’t–– but he knows you’d break it if there was one.

“I know we haven’t talked about kids, but…” Finally Rhett catches himself. “Well, I guess I’m getting a little carried away, there, huh?” For the first time in several minutes, he realizes you haven’t said a word. He nudges his nose against the crown of your head. “Sweetheart?” You shift a little bit, saying nothing. Rhett can’t help but laugh when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep. He leans back just enough to drag his thumb gently underneath your eye. “Sweetheart,” he tries again, a little louder.

“Mmm?” The sheets rustle as you start to wake, the sounds of a slow inhale as it fills your lungs. “Rhett?”

“Hey, sleepyhead,” and he thinks that maybe he’s never loved you so much as he does now. It’s not the first time he’s felt it–– he falls more in love with you every damn day. But his chest is full of something honey-thick, and warm. Your groggy expression is the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. “Think you fell asleep.” You blink some of the sleep from your eyes.

“Oh fuck!” you swear through a yawn. Your eyes seem bigger than ever when you peer up at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s just you were playing with my hair and your voice is so soothing and––”

“It’s okay,” he says softly, “it was kinda cute.”

“No, but I wanna hear what you were saying!”

“You’re tired, honey. Let’s go to sleep and I’ll tell you in the morning.”

“No,” you say, wiggling out of his embrace and sitting up. “I wanna hear everything. No details skipped.” Rhett only smiles up at you, expression growing mischievous, lips sealed tight.

“Here,” you say, oblivious to the fact that he’d do anything you asked. “You can put your head in my lap. I’ll play with your hair. But you have to tell me everything I missed.” He chuckles and tucks his head against your thigh. His eyes flutter shut and a happy sigh leaves him as you begin to card your fingers through his hair. 

“Where’d I lose you?”

“I let the big dogs sit on my lap.” He grins up at you, eyes peeking open.

“Oh good, so you missed the proposal.” You freeze.

“The what?”

“You heard me.” And the smug bastard has the nerve to shut his eyes again, settling back into your lap.

“Rhett Abbott, you open your eyes right now.”

“Hmm… nope.” You tug at his hair but he just lets out a contented groan. He can’t see you glaring at him, and it’s hard to keep it up when your heart is threatening to melt down into nothing and kill you. You think that maybe you’ve never loved Rhett as much as you do in this very moment. 

“Did you mean it?” you ask, voice suddenly small. Rhett opens his eyes, expression serious now.

“Yeah, I did.”

“And you’re not even gonna tell me?” you cry. He smiles and turns his head to press a kiss against your tummy.

“I’ll tell you everything else. I promise. But some things ought to be a surprise, don’t you think?” You let out a huff, but it’s all fondness.

“Okay, so I’m a pushover with the dogs, and?”

“You leave the mugs in the sink overnight because you can’t stand to be without me, even for a second.” You give him a look, but you know it’s true.

Luckily, if everything goes to plan, you won’t have to.

[donutsupremacy]

Genshin men reacting to F!S/O accidentally burning her hands

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Summary:

"HCs of Genshin men reacting to their Pyro wielding!F!S/O burning her hands on accident while cooking"

Warnings / Spoilers:

Written during 4.2

Playable characters only

Reader has a Pyro vision, but the weapon choice is irrelevant

Reader is not traveller

Reader is their [S/O]

Female reader (I used as less pronouns as I could and still refer to as [S/O])

Short HCs

Sorted by region and in alphabetical order

Includes all currently playable male characters as of 4.2

Sweet petnames uwu

Ahhh so fluffy uwu

100% SFW because n o.

100% Ooc

Reader is aware of the archon's true identities

A/N: This is a requested fic— Not much specifics mentioned, so I decided to let loose a little.

Most of these HCs are rather generic and calm, I hope you don't mind, [Requester]. I see most of the genshin men we've encountered are actually mostly calm and polite gentlemen in game— yes, even Itto, but he's still Itto lol

I'll do Mondstadt, Liyue and half of Inazuma first, the rest will be done in a seperate post

P.S. yes i know there's a lot of spelling mistakes. and yes my poems, pick-up lines and jokes are utter shit, i am not a Kazuha/Venti kin :>

[Part 2 | Inazuma, Sumeru and Fontaine men]

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A hiss erupts from your throat as you quickly withdrew your hand from the fire.

Your singed hands trembled, examining the dark spots that had littered across your palms and even your knuckles and fingers. You clicked your tongue, regretting the decisions to cook without your gloves. If only they weren't torn from that expedition two days ago... you should really get new ones.

You hear the door open... "[Name]?"

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Mondstadt

Albedo

Immediately notices your hands getting burnt, nothing escapes the alchemist's observation skills. Plus, he knows how people react when accidentally burnt themseleves. His team works with chemical substances that require boiling and heating, after all. (And it's always Timaeus getting hurt while he's busy daydreaming about Ying'er while on the job lol)

"Here, allow me to have a look." Albedo murmured calmly, his gloved hand taking hold of yours, careful to not touch any areas that may have been made sensitive from the fire.

"It isn't favorable using your Pyro vision without your glove." He sighed, telling you to stay put as he wastes no time to treat the burn on your hand.

Albedo gently wiped your burned hand dry with a damp cloth, giving you a reassuring kiss on your forehead whenever he accidentally pressed too hard on a sensitive area.

Later, he applies a type of natural ointment that would supposedly heal your burn and hands you some medicine to take that would soothe the pain whenever it stings randomly.

He has you sitting on top of the counter, helping you finish cooking whatever you were trying to make while following your instructions— totally not a reason to spend more time for you. Nope. Haha. Totally not at all :>

"There we go... is this what you were trying to create perviously? *Chuckles* My dear crystalfly, next time... you can just simply ask for my help, you know I would always set my duties aside to aid you— no matter the situation."

Bennett

As expected; The first thing this poor boi does is blame his luck :(

He was practically on his knees, apologising frantically— he would rather get struck by a bolt of thunder from the Shogun herself than to accidentally inflict pain on his [S/O] who had stayed by his side despite his misfortune.

He's too afraid of possibly harming you more, even by a tiny little sting. Of course, he'll get you anything you asked for; A damp cloth, bandages, anything.

So he stands as far from you as he could, but still kept you in his eyesight, watching you patch yourself up as you calmly reassure him while he continued apologising. Poor boi.

At first, he was planning to go on an random expedition, so that you wouldn't end up getting hurt again because you were both under the same roof. But when you told him he can stay, wanting him to accompany you even risking your safety, he melted.

"You... Y-You do?... Ah, [S/O] are you... sure?... I-I really don't want to... Wha— H-Hey! Was that flour you just threw at my face?... Hahahaha! Oh, is that how you wanna play? It is on!"

Diluc

Prolly too busy in his office doing his work, but when Adelinde came in to his office, saying u got burnt, he dropped his work and ran straight to u.

The first thing he did was sigh in relief when he saw the burn mark was less severe than he thought

At first, Adelinde insisted to treat your wounds, but Diluc was just as insistent to take care of your wounds himself, only brushing her off and requesting for her to just bring some medical equipment before leaving the two of you alone.

Once she was gone, he lightly reprimands you for not using your glove. When you explained that you had accidentally torn it, he immediately took out both of his gloves and slipped it onto your hands, regardless of size he refuses to let you take them off if you wanted to cook.

He stays in the kitchen, watching over you and accompanying you as you cooked. If he sees you still struggling to cook because of the gloves size, he'll leave the easier tasks to you, while he takes over the more difficult tasks you couldn't. Not that he thinks you're incompetent— it's because he doesn't want to see you getting hurt again. Because seeing you in any form of pain hurts him more than it hurts you.

"Hm? No, there's no need to get the maids involved— we can finish this, quickly and smoothly. My work can wait. No more excuses, i'm finishing this recipe with you— I don't take 'no's or 'but's. Now, pass me the lid, love."

Kaeya

He'd probably chuckle at the sound of ur hiss first and at the pouty look on ur face, it's cute lol. But he'll help u soon after.

"Cooking using your Pyro vision without your glove isn't an ideal situation you would want to find yourself in, princess." Kaeya purred as he wraps your hand in a damp towel, carressing your cheek to soothe you with his free hand.

He decides that you should take a quick break— an excuse to cuddle you as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and forces you to sit on his lap as he rests on the couch.

Kaeya peppers you with butterfly kisses all over your face as he keeps one arm wrapped around your waist while holding your hand that you burnt.

He uses a small amount of his Cryo abilites, lightly cooling down your injury— Even placing a kiss on your knuckle, which caused your skin to tingle and numb the pain greatly. Did this sneaky bastard use his Cryo vision to enhance that kiss?

"*Chuckles*, I know that face, princess... are you suspecting me of being up to something again? I'm just as pure and innocent... Although— mayhaps I am a little guilty for abusing my vision slightly. I'm not justifying my reasons, but to be fair; I only abuse it for you. What can I say? I love making you melt~"

Mika

Mika has experience treating burn injuries for his peers while going on that long expedition with Grand Master Varka, so the first thing he does when he sees u hurt is...; p a n i k.

You're the one calming him down as he tries to treat your burn— smooth and effecient, as expected for someone like Mika.

Save for the little frantic 'sorry's he squeaks out when he accidentally tightens the gauze a little too hard or brushes his fingers against a more sensitive area.

Once he was done, he offers to take over the cooking, wanting you to take a break. He's persistent when it comes to pampering you, Mika doesn't want to risk you getting burned— again. (Doormat Mika is persistent to u only when it's for ur own good uwu)

Even when he's done, he doesn't make you lift a finger— he even feeds you. You always baby him, now it's his turn to baby you. Blowing on the food if it's too hot, pouring a drink for you, wiping away the crumbs or stains on the corner of your lips. Everything.

"A-Ah! No, no— let me get that for you... There's no need to worry, I really don't mind. Here, let me pour your another cup... Would you like it cold? Or hot? Ah— w-wait, don't use your vision to light up the stove again!... Please just let me use a match instead... I want you to relax..."

Razor

I think he'd try to lick ur burn or kiss it immediately lol

Probably doesn't actually know how to treat a burn properly, so he'll likely just gently kiss around the burnt area, making sure to avoid the sensitive patches

He gives you cuddles— lot of kisses, even has his Lupicals allow you to pet their soft fur. Anything to cheer you up.

He'd likely get you some meat to eat instead. But if you're a vegan/vegeterian, he'll go straight out to hunting your favorite berries in Mondstadt and bring back a whole potato sack of it

While you're resting, he sneaks off to see purple teacher lady and requests that she teaches him basic first aid training. It's just in case, but it hurts him that he doesn't know how to take care of your pain— so may Barbatos bless his soul because he's determined to learn anything complicated to ensure your safety <3

"Wait... no— n-no touch... it's too sharp. I don't want you to... risk hurting yourself. Again... Hm? No worry? But... seeing [S/O] almost hurt herself... not happy. Promise to me... you won't accidentally... hurt yourself again? You... mean too much to me...

Venti

I feel like he would drink those alcohol bottles that are specifically meant for numbing and disinfecting wounds. Yeah he def would. Canon.

He uses Anemo to lightly blow and cool down your burn, numbing the pain for you enough that a light kiss wouldn't sting. But he forbids you to continue cooking until your hand fully recovers.

After treating you to lunch (You paid), he sets you down on your couch, making you lay your head on his lap as he holds your burnt hand while carressing your head with his free hand.

If it still hurts or numb, he'll get a damp cloth and gently wrap your hand in it. To distract you from the uncomfortable feeling, he sings you various romantic and cute songs, even making short poetry (That he thought of immediately while staring at your pretty face)

"A cry of pain, shrieks of agony— Voices that conquer even the rumbles of thunder, and it's stories of tragedy— Flames that burn, brighter than light— But also inflicts harm that causes fright— Save your tears, my lucky windblume... Let your one and only make that sweet smile of yours bloom~"

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Liyue

Baizhu

Infinite/10 treatment. Get a doctor as ur [S/O] ladies

After Changsheng chides you for your carelessness— Baizhu shushes the snake and comes over to examine your wound, he doesn't take long to reassure you that it's not too severe.

Health comes first as he always says— so he carefully treats your burn, chooses the most effective medicine that wouldn't risk a single side effect.

He's got it all for you; Ointment that soothes burns, herbs that relieves pain and even butterfly kisses all over your face that never fails to put a smile on your face— kissing away any tears if the pain stung you gravely.

Once he's done with treating your wound, he has you sitting down and takes over your cooking— even making a remedy that can help alleviate numbness. He even spoon-fed you your own meal.

"Ah, you have a bit of a something at the corner of your lips. Let me get that for you, dear. *Smooch*... Hm? Your face is red! Have you been affected by a fever? Let's see... warm, bright red cheeks, eyes avoiding mine and the corner of your luscious lips trembling... I see now... *Chuckles* Maybe it was my kiss that got you like this~

Chongyun

Poor bby got overwhelmed with panik when he heard ur yelp and ran over to see u near f i r e

Luckily for you, he has that popsicle stash of his to cool and numb your burn, even giving you one to munch on. It was to cheer you up... but it doesn't really have flavour.

Once your wound has numbed, he tries to finish your for you— but the need to make it a perfect dish for you overwhelms him and he almost burns himself as well.

Still determined to cheer you up, he'll later treat you to lunch, bringing you to Wanmin restaurant and let you order your favorites. He'll treat it as a date.

You'll meet Xiangling there, cooing when she saw the two of you on a date. Luckily for Chongyun, he still has his popsicle before Xiangling's cooing could overwhelm him.

If you ordered something hot and spicy, he obviously can't share with you. But is willing to take a small tiny bite or sip for you, he'll even feed you if you'd like. If it's something cold, he'll definitely enjoy sharing the dish with you, letting you eat more of it if it's your favorite.

"Are you satisfied with today's date?... I hope I didn't look forced or nervous like last time. It's not that I don't enjoy our dates, my love... Oh, y-you seem to have caught on. Was I bad at hiding it?... I don't need to make everything perfect for you?... Ah, th-that's a little hard to adapt to, you can't blame me for always wanting everything to be flawless when you're quite perfect yourself, no?... *Shy chuckle*"

Xiao

U don't even need to call him— he hears u yelp, he goes "You called?" "AAAAA—"

Immediately reprimands you for thinking this was a good idea, even adding that it was pointless to cook when all mortal food tastes flavourless. But to make you feel a little better, he (quietly) compliments that your cooking at least has some flavour in them compared to the dishes other chefs made.

He's insistent on making you rest, claiming that you'll only burn yourself again, or worse, set your house into flames. You didn't even sucessfully light up the stove!

While you're busy treating your wounds, he vanishes without another word— secretly, he visited Yanxiao in Wangshu Inn, who agreed to make the dish you were making, only because he didn't want to upset the Adeptus and that he knew how much you meant to the Vigilant Yaksha.

It didn't take long for him to return, and if he caught you trying to light up the stove again without your gloves, he'll drag you away from your kitchen— Locking the door to it if he has to and quite literally carrying you over his shoulder like a potato sack, not a single peep of complain regarding your weight. He's strong for a reason.

He places you down on your couch and then offers you the dish, but was caught off guard when you said you wanted to share it with him. At first, he wanted to decline, saying that it won't have any taste... but that resilience of his crumbles immediately at a single 'please?' from you.

So there he sat with you, only taking a few small bites just to please you... and to see that cheeky little smile on your face. He doesn't peep a complain, only enjoying your quiet company and vice versa. Although he secretly cringes at the bland taste of the food, he finds it tolerable around you. He hopes you didn't catch his cheeks tinted a bright shade of red.

"...Another bite? If you insist... Hm? No, I don't have any comments or suggestions to this dish— it doesn't concern me... I-I'm not upset at you, it's just... I don't have a reason to eat mortal food, let alone enjoy it. This was honestly a waste of time... Oddly enough, I do find eating anything with you... quite sweet. Stop looking at me like that, i'm making this an exception just once... Can you feed me another bite...?"

Xingqiu

*Proceeds to splash the fire out with his vision*

You feel a pair of arms wrap firmly around you before you hear the voice of your boyfriend whispering sweet nothings into your ear, soothing you as he plants gentle butterfly kisses on your cheek.

He treats your injury like normal, having you rant about what happened to your glove while he quietly and patiently listens, just letting you speak to take your mind off the burn injury that he was healing.

Once he's done, he'll just have you rest your head on his lap, saying he'll ask Xiangling to cook for you later. As he does this, he'll read your favorite story, whether it be a fairytale, a history novel or even one of my oneshots. He uses a more gentle and calm voice, carressing your head every now and then.

However, as soon as he sees you fall asleep half way through thanks to his lullaby-esque voice, he sneakily plants a kiss on your lips... and proceeds to write a short story about you the next day; Of a young warrior who got defeated by a stove and was later cared for by their partner who happens to be their enemy. He loves writing private short stories for just the two of you, mostly made to tease you.

"How do you find the story, my liege?... Hm? Why does the main sound exactly like you? Haha~... What a curious question you have there in that pretty little head of yours. Riddle me this; How do you think the main character's love interest treated them? It's quite romantic, no? I'd say i've improved my writing with this story!... Well, maybe I exaggerated with the part where you fought a stove and lost~"

Zhongli

*Sends meteor towards the stove*

Does the same thing as the other; treat your injury with love and care, wrapping you around his arms as he carresses your back with gentle strokes, just overall enjoying eachother's presence.

At first, he suggests going to Xinyue Kiosk... until he was reminded that Childe was still healing in Fontaine after receiving a letter from him saying he got thrown into jail and fought a whale. Plus, Hu Tao is off to who knows where? Doing Archons knows what? He sure doesn't know.

Instead, he brings you to one of the Adepti's abode. Though, it's incredibly tedious as the journey itself is long (You're travelling up a mountain, duh). Halfway through, regardless of whether or not you're tired, he has you wrapping around your arms loosely around his neck, chest pressed against his back with his arms hooked beneath your legs— giving you a piggy back ride. Doesn't complain at all, he loves being this close to you.

There, he meets Cloud Retainer, who welcomes you to her abode (And chides you for your small injury like the mother she is), allowing Zhongli to use her 'Supreme Cuisine Machine' to make Bamboo shoot soup for you and it thankfully doesn't take long.

Cloud Retainer allows the two of you to have your little date on Mt. Aocang in peace, secretly watching over the two of you as Zhongli feeds you, with a fond smile and eyes that held affection towards you, the both of you enjoying eachother's company and the view on top of Mt. Aocang.

"Careful, it's hot... How does it taste? It is no trouble at all, [S/O]— this view is worth the journey, if it means I get to share it with someone I hold dear to my heart. Be it minutes or centuries, I cerish each moment with you, this one especially. Now, would you like another spoon?"

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Inazuma

Arataki Itto

*Proceeds to use sand on your injury* "...They said sand can put out fire! And that's what hurt you, didn't it???????"

Definitely doesn't know how to treat your wounds, but he does get Shinobu to help tend to your burn injury. Meanwhile, she not only lightly reprimands you for your recklessness... she full-on scolds Itto for not looking after you.

He pouts and whines, saying he was busy collecting lavender melons for you to cook with— although, he does feel really terrible for not being able to help. Who knows what would've happened if he had left for a little while longer?; You might've accidentally chopped a limb off, maybe even unintentionally cause a wildfire, or worse; accidentally putting his beetles in the soup!

To make it up to you, he... tries to sing for you. At least, he tries to 'up his game'. He gathers up his gang and Shinobu, makes them pamper you (Shinobu just has a nice conversation with you while the other three does Archons knows what), and that was when he does a very dramatic grand entrance as he starts to bellow out in the worst voice you've ever heard.

After shattering your eardrums, he shoos away the rest as he just wants some cuddling with you now. Singing takes a toll on him surprisingly enough. So now, there you sat on your couch, Itto's beefy arms wrapped around you as he tells you a story about a group of 'bandits' he encountered while collecting lavender melons for you.

"So there I was; Arataki 'The Unstoppable Force' Itto, surrounded by a group of bandits wanting to steal my hard earned stash of lavender melons! The nerve of these newbies, trying to steal my stuff meant for my 'One and Oni' señorita— I stood there, my weapon in hand and ready to make them wish they should've chose to play TCG with me instead of an all-out brawl!... Eh? What? You're saying those were just kids with mask because of their height and voices that I described?... You're not telling this to Shinobu, riiiiiight?"

Gorou

Very calmly puts out the fire... while sending barrages of 'ARE YOU OKAY?' towards u

He's a general, he knows the basics of treating small injuries like this... but his hands are noticably shaky, afraid of inflicting even the smallest sting on you by accident.

Whenever you winced just the slightest bit, the way your nose scrunched up at the most uncomfortable touch, your brows furrowed and eyes narrowing a little, he stammers out apologies after apologies.

Once he finishes treating your wound, his ears flattened against the back of his skull, tail curled up as his shoulders drooped, mumbling that he should've taken more of those first aid training so he could ensure your safety. He's already lost too much on the battlefield, he doesn't want you to get hurt... even if it's just a small burn.

Ironic; You're supposed to be the one needing comfort, but you're the one comforting him instead, letting him lay on your [lap/chest] as you ran your fingers through his soft brown lockes, effectively calming him down by scratching the back of his ears and massaging his scalp with your fingers. Though, petting his soft and perfectly-groomed tail was enough to soothe your worries.

The two of you just simple laid there on your couch, his tail lightly wagging side to side as he curled up into you— he can feel vulnerable around you.

"Yes, my love... it feels so... so much better like this. Don't worry— i'm on break at the moment... Although, I might have to return to my post soon for my duties... Uhm... b-but i'm sure my peers can cover for me a little longer... I really need this..."

Kamisato Ayato

Boba

First thing he does is wrap his arms arouns your waist, pulling you into a gentle hug, you face resting against his chest as his gloved hands carressed the back of your head, cooing and lightly teasing you for being impulsive while cooking.

Has Thoma patch you up since he's more qualified and careful for that. Ayato has you sitting on his lap, cuddling you with that calm puppy-like smile of his while Thoma is the one scolding you for burning yourself on accident.

But after that, he brings you out on yet another date; Strolling around Inazuma City and by the beach, then bringing you Uyuu restaurant for lunch— letting you order your favorites. He even buys a drink and asks for 2 straws, wanting to share it with you (and so see your flushed cheeks when the two of you were drinking, noses nearly touching)

This is for those who like reading any type of books; After filling your bellies, he takes you (a little begrudgingly, but he loves you) to Yae Publishing House and lets you buy another book for your collection. And when he finds you reading a romance novel, he rests his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as he teases your flustered reaction— saying there's no better love story than your story with him.

"Were you satisfied with today's date? Ah, perfect... I see my method with making you forget that little injury of yours worked. A win-win for the both of us; you get to forget about your embarrassing moment and get to have your favorites— and I... deserve this for all my hard work; *Smooch*~"

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

NSFT Alphabet: Infernal Sin!Fool's Gold

-you have a big storm coming for you meme here-

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is not a gentle nor kind lover. He is the Lord of the Seven Hells, King of the 72 demons of Goetia, the Lord of Infernal Sin; and if you want a gentle lover then look to Orphan of Goetia, NOT HIM. Aftercare is handled by the Beholder of His Heart (Norton), the love is for the human to give to you and to express when he takes care of you. Loving you, checking on you, giving you the post-sex intimacy you need.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everything, he is obsessed with you. Obsessed with all that he has claimed on many days and nights

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Hot and glowing cum, he likes to be dirty with it when with you. Making you open your mouth and keep it there before drinking it, making you wear your clothes with his cum still in or on you, cumming on your hair or clothes-- He a nasty mf

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There are times he possesses the Orphan of Goetia to fuck you in a mortal shell, to feel the difference between skin on skin versus skin on rock. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has fucked a 1000 upon a 1000 of mortals, and few can claim to be his favorite. You are one of them <3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Again, full nelson

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, very mean playful

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Literal rocks so no hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

There is nothing romantic about this, he fucks to indulge and to mark you as his. This is for him, he just so happens to like you enjoying it too

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Why? He has you, he has his counterpart, he has that worshiper, and he could have another mortal or demon. So he doesn’t need to masturbate when he can grab someone to play with

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dacryphilia, Bukkake, Forniphilia, Humiliation, Impact Play, Degradation, basically get ready for kink town with him

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He will do it anywhere he damn pleases, sorry you do not get much say in that

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally the king of sin, he can be read to go at random moments or because he is bored

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Gentle and do not ask him to be submissive

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes doing both giving and receiving but he likes making you cock warm his cock with your mouth

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, slow but deep when he is teasing and edging you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are fun to keep you ready for him later

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

A lot of risks with him

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

A lot. Pray, seriously 

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, only he can touch you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Painfully unfair

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be vocal, will growl, talkative as he reminds you who is fucking you and how you feel amazing

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He sometimes invites that mystic dancer to peg you so he can watch you both

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

12in uwu

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High sex drive, pray you can handle him

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He does not sleep because he does not need to sleep lol

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 355.brb x oc

a/n: sorry for not posting guys!! im kinda sick uwu (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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Beatrice wrote some notes about things to get before the ceremony,there was still time, but she just wanted to make sure she got everything needed. She chews on her pen as she sits on the floor, the kids were asleep and Rooster was at the gym - she knew when his nerves got the best of him he’d spend more time there just because he wanted to get rid of the tension- and she had Evelyn and Shells on call, it was early, but her friends would never say no to…communication.

“There’s no way he showed up.”

“He did show up.”

“Why didn’t you  tell me?” Shells asked, almost shrieking, over the call, “Why the hell is Thomas suddenly…I don’t know, acting weird? He’s nothing of you. Or us for that matter.”

Beatrice sighed, her frustration evident in her voice. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to worry you unnecessarily," she explained, her fingers tapping anxiously on the floor. "And as for Thomas...I have no idea what's gotten into him. He's been acting strange ever since the game. He shouldn't have shown up uninvited like that."

Shells huffed in frustration, "Damn right he shouldn't have! Who does he think he is, just waltzing in? And why? This makes no sense,Ev, throw some sense in this!”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know??? You know everything!!”

Evelyn clicked her tongue, “I just think Thomas is…I don’t know, desperate. He probably thinks he has a chance, even if we all have partners. He never grew up from the college years, you remember he slept around a lot.”

Beatrice listened to Evelyn's words, her brows furrowing in concern. "Desperate?" she repeated, the word lingering on her tongue. "But why now? We're all settled in our lives, happily married with kids. Thomas knows that."

Shells chimed in, opening a wrapper and chewing on whatever it was"Maybe he's just delusional. Some people can't handle rejection, especially when it comes to someone they were once close to…but we weren’t close and we…never rejected him…well, he was just an asshole." she could almost see Shells’ shrug, “I dunno what he wants tho– did Rooster scare him off?”

"I don't know if Rooster scared him off," she admitted, then paused. "Well,no, he did scared him off…But I hope he got the message loud and clear. I'm married, happily so, wonderfully so.”

“Disgustingly so.”

“Shut up,Shells.”

"Do you think he'll try to contact you again?" Evelyn asked after a while

Beatrice chewed on her lip, considering the question carefully. "I don't know," she said, her thoughts racing as she taps her pen on the notebook. "I don't know what he wants.”

Shells let out a frustrated sigh. "Well, whatever it is, he better stay away from you. We won't let him mess with our girl, right, Ev?"

“If he tries anything, he'll have to deal with all three of us." oh no, there’s the Simpson voice, “But he won’t, he’s not stupid.”

Beatrice couldn't help but smile at her friends' support. "Thanks, guys," she said gratefully. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"We've got your back, always,babes. You know it.”

Beatrice finished jotting down her notes and made a mental checklist of the items she needed to get before the promotion ceremony. With Rooster still at the gym and the kids sound asleep, she had some rare moments of quiet to herself.

With a sigh, she stretched her limbs and glanced around the living room, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. It was just as quiet and as nice as always, with the dogs peacefully asleep…this was good. She brings her knees to her chest then,furrowed her brows, “...why do we always have weird shit happening to us?”

“What?”

The question comes from both of her friends, she forgot she was still on call, “Oh, uh! Nothing!” Beatrice chuckled nervously, realizing she had accidentally voiced her thoughts out loud. "Sorry, I was just thinking out loud," she replied, trying to brush off her momentary lapse.

"Alright, if you say so," Evelyn said, a hint of skepticism in her tone.

"You know you can tell us anything, right? We've seen enough weird shit together to fill a lifetime."

Beatrice laughed, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders for a second. "Yeah, you're right," she admitted, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "I guess I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed with everything lately." she murmurs, “It’s just…well,it seems more shit happened since we got married than before?”

"It does seem like life got a lot more complicated after we all got married," Evelyn agreed, "But you know what they say, with great love comes great chaos."

Shells nodded in agreement, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Ain't that the truth. But hey, at least we're in it together, right?--also did you consider me married too? I’m honored.”

“Surprising that Bob hasn’t gone down one knee for you.”Evelyn says, “You two are glued together.”

"You never know, stranger things have happened."

“What does that have to do with you and Bob?”

A pause.

“...Shells…did he propose?”

More silence.

And now all their focus was on Shells’ silence, Beatrice pushed everything aside to pick up the phone and hold it closer to her face, “Michelle Benjamin you better answer it and yes I’m using your full name Shells! Don’t you even start!!”

Shells remained quiet for a moment, then finally, after what felt like an eternity, Shells let out a resigned sigh. "Fine, you caught me," she admitted, her voice tinged with amusement. "Bob did propose."

Beatrice's eyes widened in surprise, a smile spreading across her face. "Oh my god, Shells, that's incredible! When did this happen? Why didn't you tell us?"

"Well, it happened a couple of hours ago," Shells confessed, her tone sheepish. "And I didn't tell you guys because...well, we were…busy celebrating, you know.”

“Oh my God.”

Beatrice's smile widened at the news, her excitement palpable. "I can't believe it! This is amazing, Shells!" she exclaimed, unable to contain her joy. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks, Bea," Shells replied, her voice filled with warmth. "It still feels surreal, to be honest. I never thought I'd see the day."

Evelyn chimed in, "I'm so happy for you, Shells! Bob is a lucky guy."

Shells chuckled, a hint of pride in her voice. "Thanks, Ev. And I'm the lucky one, trust me."

Beatrice couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion at Shells' words.Oh, she just was so happy! "Have you guys set a date yet?" Beatrice asked, her curiosity pique as she tried to control her tears from falling.

Shells hesitated for a moment before responding. "Hmmm,not yet," she admitted. "We're still basking in the afterglow of the proposal. But we'll definitely keep you guys in the loop once we start planning. And yes, you two are already my bridesmaids."

Beatrice's heart swelled with excitement at the thought of being Shells' bridesmaid and again, the tears dared to fall. "We'd be honored," she replied, her voice brimming with genuine happiness. "Just let us know how we can help with the planning. We'll make sure your special day is absolutely perfect."

Shells laughed, the sound light and carefree. "I have no doubt about that, Bea. You and Ev are the dream team when it comes to planning…better than me honestly." 

"Well, we'll definitely do our best to make sure everything goes smoothly," she replied, "But remember, it'll be your day, Shells. We're just here to support you and make sure you have the wedding of your dreams."

Shells' smile widened at Beatrice's words, a sense of gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thanks, Bea," she said, she sounds so...happy "I don't know what I'd do without you guys. You've always been there for me, through thick and thin."

Beatrice was about to reply but she heard the Bronco’s roaring coming from outside, “Oh! Guys! Gotta go! Rooster’s back!”

As the sound of the Bronco's engine grew louder, Beatrice's heart fluttered with anticipation. She quickly ended the call with Shells and Evelyn, excitement bubbling within her as she rushed to the window to catch a glimpse of Rooster's arrival. With each passing second, her excitement mounted, her pulse quickening with every beat.

And then, like a beacon of light cutting through the darkness, the Bronco came into view, its sleek frame cutting through the night. Beatrice's breath caught in her throat as she watched Rooster maneuver the vehicle with effortless grace, a sense of pride swelling within her at the sight of her husband.

As the Bronco pulled into the driveway, Beatrice couldn't contain her excitement any longer. With a joyful squeal, she dashed out of the house and onto the front porch, her heart racing with anticipation. The door swung open, and there he was, her husband, her Rooster, stepping out of the Bronco with a wide grin on his face.

"Hey there, gorgeous," Rooster greeted, his voice warm as he approached her. "Did you miss me?"

Beatrice laughed, her eyes sparkling with joy as she threw herself into his arms. "More than you'll ever know," she replied, her voice filled with love. "How was the gym?"

Rooster wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "Busy as usual," Rooster answered with a chuckle, his arms tightening around Beatrice in a comforting embrace. "But seeing your face makes it all worth it."

Beatrice smiled up at him, her heart overflowing with love. "I'm just glad you're home," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "I missed you." and she pouted. 

Rooster's grin widened at her words, his gaze softening as he looked down at her. "I missed you too, gorgeous," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth. "But now that I'm back, I'm all yours."

With a contented sigh, Beatrice leaned into Rooster's embrace, reveling in the comfort of his arms. She smiles, “I was just talking to the girls on the phone.” she whispers, “While writing some stuff down.”

Rooster chuckled, his fingers gently tracing circles on Beatrice's back as they stood in the embrace. "Yeah? What were you guys talking about?"

"Oh, just wedding stuff," 

Rooster raised an eyebrow in surprise, then stopped moving his hand. "Wedding stuff, huh? Whose wedding?"

"Shells'," Beatrice replied, her smile widening at the look of surprise on Rooster's face. "She asked Evelyn and me to be her bridesmaids."

“Wait,what?”

Beatrice nodded, her heart swelling with pride. "Yeah, I'm really honored.”

“Wait,WHAT???”

Beatrice laughed,then tapped his lips to keep his voice down as they walked inside "I know, it's surprising, right?" she replied, her tone light . "But Shells is getting married, and she wants us to be a part of her special day."

Rooster blinked in disbelief, his expression a mixture of shock and amusement. "Wow, that's...unexpected," he admitted, "I never thought Shells would settle down like that."

Beatrice chuckled, her hand reaching up to gently caress Rooster's cheek. "Well, people change, Roos," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "And it seems like Shells has found someone who makes her happy."

Rooster's gaze softened at Beatrice's words, his fingers intertwining with hers as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips. "I mean,wow….that’s crazy, truly. So, when's the big day?" 

Beatrice smiled, then shrugged. "She didn't give us a date yet, but she said she'll let us know soon," she replied, "I can't wait to help her! Oh, it’ll be so fun!...and probably loud, very loud.”

Rooster grinned, his eyes sparkling . "Well, you and Evelyn are definitely the dream team," he teased, his tone light and playful. "Anyway,” he steps back to toss his duffel bag to the side, “Are the kids still asleep?”

Beatrice nodded, "Yeah, they're still asleep," she confirmed, glancing towards the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. "I put them down for a nap before you got home."

Rooster's grin grew even wider at the news. "Perfect," he said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "That means we have some time to ourselves."

Beatrice raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh? And what did you have in mind?"

Rooster stepped closer to her, his gaze smoldering with desire. "Well, I was thinking we could take advantage of this rare moment of peace and quiet," he murmured, his voice husky with longing. "Maybe I could give you a proper welcome home?"

A shiver of anticipation ran down Beatrice's spine at Rooster's words, her cheeks flushing with heat. "I like the sound of that," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey,babes, we can still hear you.”

Oh God.

Beatrice freezes, looking back at her abandoned cellphone on the floor. She forgot to END THE CALL! “Oh!Oh um!!”

Rooster's eyes widened in realization as he followed Beatrice's gaze to the forgotten phone on the floor. "Oops," he muttered,"Guess we should have been a bit more discreet, huh?"

Beatrice couldn't help but giggle at Rooster's reaction, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah, probably," she admitted, reaching down to pick up the phone. "Sorry about that, girls."

There was a muffled sound of laughter coming from the phone, followed by Evelyn's voice. "No worries, Bea. We've heard worse, considering Shells"

“Hey!”

 "But seriously, we'll let you guys have some privacy. Call us later, okay?"

"Will do," Beatrice replied with a smile, her embarrassment fading as she waved at the phone. "Thanks, Ev. Talk to you later. Bye Shells!!”

“You two are the worst!!!...bye babes!”

"Well, that was certainly unexpected," Rooster remarked, his smile lingering on his lips. "But I guess we should be grateful they didn't hear anything too scandalous."

Beatrice chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, definitely dodged a bullet there," she agreed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Anyway, where were we?"

Rooster's grin turned wicked as he stepped closer to Beatrice, his eyes smoldering with desire. "I believe we were about to make the most of our time alone," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Care to pick up where we left off?"

Beatrice's breath caught in her throat at the intensity in Rooster's gaze, her heart pounding with anticipation. She nodded eagerly, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Lead the way, handsome."

[ticklish-n-stuff]

How Obey me! characters react to you telling them you like being tickled

My ever growing love for Barbatos has slowly pulled me back to the om! obsession so uhh take these hcs x3

Lucifer

Wouldn't say much about it in the moment

But later on, he'll casually drag you to his room, plop you down on his bed, and just go to town on you

You're so confused and yet so giddy??

He also has a visible smile while wrecking you lol

Mammon

You have unleashed an actual beast

My dude gets so cocky

Bro he'd say the word 'tickle' in whatever context just to fuck with you

And then when you're all flustered he acts all clueless

He will make you ask him for tickles, unless he's really feeling the ler mood, then you better run-

Leviathan

Levi finds himself faced with the biggest decision ever in his life: tickle you or keep being a silly otaku?

It takes him a while to decide, but eventually settles for the first~

My man would get more flustered than you, give him a moment

But once he gets more confident, you are so dead. Like where does all this teasing come from??? How rude-

Definitely will tickle you to make you lose at games, or will lazily tickle you while watching anime and then get playfully annoyed "Keep it down will you"

Satan

"Shh I'm reading"

That bitch-

Just kidding, he can multitask

While he's reading his nerdy lil books, he pulls you onto his lap. One hand tickling you and the other holding his book.

It's hard to notice with you laughing and wriggling hysterically (just one hand is enough to hold you down) but there's a faint smile plastered on his face, even though his eyes seemed glued to his book

Asmodeous

"Really? Me too!"

Bro Asmo would just bombard you with questions about your preference and such, to him it's not that flustering talking about it but you're slowly dying on the inside hehe~

He's also just very open about his own experiences with tickling and tells you about them like it's the most casual thing ever

You two would have frequent tickle fights and he just knows *exactly* how to drive you up a wall

Beelzebub

You can practically see the 'lil hearts form in his eyes. How did this precious human get even more adorable?!

He's very big on cheer up tickles. Whenever you're down, he'll ask if he can do the thing and if you give him the okay he'll pick you up and gently tickle you until you forget why you were upset to begin with

Very caring ler, although can sometimes get a bit carried away

He's also great at aftercare, quickly getting you some water and a snack cause why not?~

Belphegor

Too sleepy to even pay attention to whatever you just said

It makes you pout, until he forcefully pulls you down with him and spoons you, giving you some lazy tickles

Will say that your laughter helps him sleep better, but he'll make up whatever lame excuse he can to cuddle and tickle chu uwu

Diavolo

He seems way too excited about it, but that's because he can be quite the softie and just finds that absolutely adorable

He is a gentleman and always asks for permission to tickle you, which makes it even more flustering having to outright admit it

He'd probably call you over just to tickle you because he finds it fun and relaxing (and you're not complaining)

Barbatos

"Hm? Oh, I already know. Still, it was cute watching you muster up the courage to tell me~"

AGAJDGAKDHKAHD?!?!?!?!

Your brain just breaks at that point. Damn him and his powers!

This man can read you like a book, he just KNOWS whenever you get a lee mood

He's suddenly behind you and you're like "Where did you come from?!" And he just smiles all innocently as you crumble under his wiggling fingers-

Simeon

"Really? Can I try?~"

Very sweet ler, which makes him very flustering-

He'll usually scoop you onto his lap and give you the softest of tickles

Will constantly ask if you're okay and if you're enjoying it, which always makes you all akdhakdhakdhsjdh

Luke

Please, this is the one time he feels that he holds a sense of power over someone, let him have his fun

At first he probably wouldn't get it, until he tried it and got addicted to seeing the happy and giddy expression on your face

Loves to sneak up on you, but will usually ask beforehand

Solomon

Will tease you to no end about it (as if he's one to talk, smh)

Becomes very cocky with this new information and will use it against you whenever and wherever, but is also discrete about it??

Like if he passes by he'll give you a quick poke or squeeze and keep going like nothing happened. But deep down you can just feel the *smug* energy radiating from him

[faithst]

‧₊˚ ⋅ oh, he's charming ! ‧₊˚ ⋅

gunwook's squad

⊹˚. ♡ park gunwook on the school handball team, is an athlete, somehow also on the school chess and scrabble team (he’s everywhere..), loves his friends and overall a good kid, in the same class as jiwoo and danielle // gunwook's private account !

⊹˚. ♡ mun junghyun gunwook’s #1 hype boy, a bit unhinged but it’s okay, wherever gunwook is; he’s there too ! will go feral if you ever mistake him for lee jeonghyeon

⊹˚. ♡ nishimura riki self-obsessed, has 293729 exes and flings, always retweeting sad inspirational quotes, he’s either crying about another breakup or making thirst traps; no inbetween

⊹˚. ♡ danielle there for the vibes, might be stuck in 2020, secretly hates everyone in the group except for jiwoo, wants to be an e-kitten, has a no filter mouth, in the same class as gunwook and jiwoo

⊹˚. ♡ kim jiwoo top5 in her year’s academics, a bit more reserved than danielle, on the school scrabble team, clings onto danielle like her life depends on it, in the same class as gunwook and danielle

⊹˚. ♡ so junghwan kinda emo, okay maybe really emo, still going through puberty, he thinks that niki is real dumb, chronically online, games way too much than he should

‧₊˚ ⋅ taglist (open, shoot me an ask or comment to be added !) ╰ @big-uwu-stan @kpoprhia @bruhiamistake @ilovechanhee @trashydez @doobinnies @avocarua @solarwoniii @sulkygyu @jiaant11 @trsrina @chanlixed @missuszabini @sparklingsjy @tocupid @haechan-nahceah

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[bluexiao]

Ohhhh! Um requests are open?? I dunno if its okay to ask and its my first time asking for one 💦💦 but if its alright, can i request some um second chances trope with albedo, xiao and maybe zhongli? I just love some good ol tropes that tackles how they dont "work out" in the beginning because of some personal circumstances and when they realized they can't move on/dont want to, they were like "is it okay if we try again?" 😔 tho I understand if this makes you uncomfy! No pressure at all! ^^ have a nice day and good luck with your exams, Blue!!!

- UwU anon

Angst w/ comfort 

—I’ll be only writing for two because that’s what I said in the rules, but I really like this and loved writing for it! 

ALBEDO

You already knew that he was not someone who knew about feelings very well, despite being called a “genius” all over Teyvat. However, as he is not human himself, “feelings” are very much put of his league and is still continuing on to study it on his own.

And maybe your initial relationship with him was just an experiment, or he really did love you at the time that you two were together, but all has ended now. 

Or did it really? 

You saw him again when you visited the city of Mondstadt for the first time in months. Yes, it had been a while since the split but you also were 60% sure that he will be out in his laboratory in Dragonspine 

However, your guess turns out to be wrong, and now you’re awkwardly standing in front of each other, with Klee in between the two of you, 

“Y/n! Long time no see! Klee missed you so so much!” the little elf clung herself to you, attempting to embrace you. 

Now, this is totally awkward. 

You awkwardly embraced the child and it seems that ALBEDO had noticed it—just like he always does when you two were still together… or he’s generally like that. 

“Klee, Y/n has a lot to do, we shouldn’t bother them anymore.” 

“But Brother Albedo! I miss Y/n so much, can you not stay here for a while Y/n? Please?” 

You could only look at the child pitifully and were about to say you could but-

“Ah, If I may recall, I have something to say to them. Klee, do you mind if you step out a bit so I could talk to them?”

You frowned to yourself, thinking; did he really have to do that? Does he not want his sister to interact with you now? 

“I apologize… We did not mean to make it awkward for you… Y/n.” He sounded hesitant, and you decided right there and then that it was time, to be honest with him. 

“Albedo, actually… I think we should really talk.” 

If it was you who asked him to have a second chance, he’d be very well inclined on saying yes. 

If you won’t ask him, then he’ll be the one asking, he’d be quite hesitant, actually. He doesn’t know if you’ll say yes, and sure it was good to try but he also thinks there is a possibility of this hurting his own feelings—no matter how much he still doesn’t know how someone like him has one. 

“Do you want… to try again?” 

Let’s talk about if he asks this question. 

Because if he does, then that means he realized how much having you there by his side affects him positively—and the opposite if not. It took him a while to realize this, but after he did, he couldn’t stop thinking of how he wanted to see you—how he will be able to see you. He would doubt that you’ll ever step in Dragonspine, knowing he’d be there the whole time. And thus, there began his waiting game in Mondstadt. 

Sure he does come by his lab every once in a while but he doesn’t stay there for far too long, making sure Klee or the others would be on the lookout if they ever see you come by. He even made a deal with Klee that if she sees you and he’s not there, she’ll try to stop you from going. 

No matter what your answer was, he’ll be the type who’d accept it, but nonetheless, brood over his failure in the end if you tell him no. He was the one who had let this happen, and thus all the responsibility should be his—is what’s in his mind. 

But at the very least, he had voiced his question. 

And now, it’s your turn to answer. 

XIAO 

As much as you were the only one he could talk with and bare himself with all of these “feelings” the humans often so expose themselves with, he was also the only one you felt that way with for the longest time in your life. 

And you found this out very late in the relationship; when you two had already broken it off. 

It was difficult, of course, as you slowly came to realize this and when you already had. He was irreplaceable and it was all too late. He was gone, you could not even muster the courage to call him even if you were in grave danger or even if you really needed him. 

It was just one time. One time was all it took for you to swallow your pride and call his name. 

All this time, XIAO had been waiting to hear your voice (unconsciously), and when he finally did, he almost thought it wasn’t you out of thinking that he probably made a mistake, but he wasn’t. 

You would never expect him to ask it—neither did he. But really, he would. 

Well, not exactly in a straightforward manner… but at least he tries. 

“Would you like… Are you going to stay?” He looks away from you, actually too fearful that he’d see the disappointment or displeasure in your face—not that you have one. 

What does shock you more was how he stayed with you for the longest time that day—probably much more than he did before.

By then he was twice as attentive, observant, and more… open. 

He still did not talk that much, but he does talk; asking you how you were, where you had been, your travels, and basically your life without him. 

Not that he was only doing this because he wanted to impress you—well, maybe unconsciously… but that was not entirely the reason for this. He’s doing this because… well, because he misses you—your presence alone calms him down, and he misses this. 

He wishes this could last forever, and his wish reflects much on his actions—all the more so in the longing in his eyes. 

“Should we… try again?” 

No matter who spoke those words between the two of you, it is far too obvious what your answers would be. 

Because no matter how many times you two would try, you two still gravitate towards each other—a devotion you and him would gladly take risk of.

[cherrymooshroom]

Michael Myers x short!chubby!goth!fem!childhood friend!reader General headcanons and a lil' visiting my boi in Smith's Grove uwu.

Genre:

Word count: 738

THis is completely self indulgent and I'm not sorry. I am thirsty for RZ Myers after watching the movies. I wrote this in like 40 minutes.

CONTENT WARNING: Standard RZ! Michael lore, I'll definitely be doing more of this concept.

You grew up in Haddonfield, you went to the same school as the “infamous and terrifying” Michael Myers.

You grew up with Michael, listening to music, reading tons of sci-fi and fiction books, playing your various game consoles your parents got you when he visited. You were always running around outside with him, hunting down various lizards, bugs and critters. 

You tried to tamper his more violent tendencies as a child, and you’d gotten him to understand empathy pretty well, but of course he slipped up… It was much more than a kid should’ve dealt with, but he was your best friend. You hated to admit you also had similar fascinations with dead things, but nothing like Michael, you didn't want to actually hurt anything.

People didn’t know about the shit he went through, how hard he tried to prevent his own violent tendencies.

The constant bullying and borderline sexual harassment from peers about his mother and sister was truly repulsive but the principal never actually punished the kids responsible… His abusive predator step dad, his older sister Judith constantly berated him and put him down… He was bound to snap and take them out, in all honesty. The human mind can only bend so far before it snaps wholly. 

Then he killed his entire family except for his baby sister Angel and his mom, since she’d been at work.

Your family moved away for a while after that, and only moved back recently. Your father got a promotion that required you to move towns, and your mother felt unsafe in Haddonfield.

You were shocked to see Angel Myers- Or rather Laurie Strode, since she’d taken on a new name with her adoptive family- living in the same town still. 

It made you feel a mix of discomfort and confusion. Did she not know her own past?

You made it a point to visit Michael at Smith’s Grove as soon as you could.

You’re being guided through the building by Loomis and a guard. “Now, he’ll have to be restrained, and he probably won’t even talk to you.” Loomis says as he scans some ID card and opens the door.

“Are guns necessary?” You ask quietly and Loomis huffs.

“This man-” “I know what he did, what he could do. Just… leave the door open and stand outside or something.” You snap and Loomis eyes you for a moment before leaving you in the room. You turn around, facing into the room and notice him, he’s hard to miss, considering how much he’d grown. “Michael. Hi. You probably don’t remember me… It’s y/n… y/n y/l/n. We- I grew up in Haddonfield too.” You say softly, moving to sit across from the murderer. He’s silent and still for a bit, before he finally tilts his head up and looks at you.

His eyes linger on your (h/t), (h/l), (h/c) locks, your vibrant (e/c) eyes and a flicker of recognition light up his empty ice blue eyes. He grunts softly and shifts in his seat, seeming to be getting more comfortable, humoring you.

“Yeah, uh… I moved away, but we moved back… I came to visit you as soon as I could, Michael. I missed you so much, I’m so sorry.” You say softly and his head tilts slowly. “You know exactly what I mean, don’t give me that look. I know you’re not stupid.” You sass and he leans back in his chair. You sit in silence for a while, and you realize with a bit of annoyance that Loomis was right, Michael wouldn’t bother talking to you. “Ugh… That dickhead doctor of yours was right, you really won’t talk to anyone anymore.” You grumble with a pout and tear up.

You hear Michael let out a growl, and suddenly a deep, baritone rasp resonated through the room.

“Fuck him.” You sit up and look at Michael, wide eyed.

“Whoa. Jesus. Uh… Yeah I don’t like that guy, I called your mom a few times before she-” You wince and clear your throat. “She swore you wouldn’t have been a threat with- If they’d just let you go home. Fucking prick, he is.”

“Yeah.” You look over and see the guards getting ready to usher you away. “Visit again… Missed you, (y/n)” Michael says quietly and you blush as the guards come in and usher Michael away to his cell.

[xxmoonch1ldxx]

UwU could you write an ianthony fic about them standing on that faithful balcony and Ian suggests buying Smosh? Then we hear Anthony's inner monologue bursting into actual speech, going on a long rant about how he's thought about it for months(years)(ever since or even before he quit lmao) and being SO excited? Ian being like, "chill, bruh". But loving it too. And they stay up talking way into the morning. Just being so excited and their friendship really clicking again. UWUUUUU that would be so wonderful UWUUUUUU

I am sorry as this is not my best work, but I tried to do this prompt justice 😌 Our boys deserve to be happy <3

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Ian felt a weird sense of déjà-vu as he gratefully accepted the beer that Anthony was handing him.

They were hanging out on Anthony's deck, the sun shining nicely on his skin and the wind slightly waving his curls left and right. Ian was hit with a wave of nostalgia about the young adult he had once lived with, them outside in their backyard and hanging out around a poorly-made campfire. Anthony always claimed that doing it old-style was better, trying to chaffe the rocks in vain until he would just bring paper and a lighter. It happened every time, and Ian never failed to laugh at his best friend. 

He missed the young, stupid boy he had been best friends with. But then again, it was mostly nostalgia, because against all odds, he and Anthony were outside on his deck and laughing together just like they used to. This ‘new’ Anthony was different, sweeter but still as funny and hard-working. Ian didn’t hate this. He certainly didn’t hate going to dinner with him and talking with him until the sunrise, that same magic in the air that used to sweep them off their feet when they were younger.

Ian knew he had his best friend back and he couldn’t be more grateful for that. Still, there was something missing in his life.

A magic he hadn’t felt in over a decade when he stood inside the Smosh building. A magic he had bits of with his crew, but that could never quite compare.

Nobody truly did compare. And if Anthony had welcomed him inside yet again this month, was sharing a beer with him and laughing just as hard as he did when they were teenagers…

Maybe Ian could be brave. They did promise each other to be more open. The worst he could be told was no.

Or so, he hoped. But still.

“Hey, man…” 

Anthony hummed. Ian's heart was in his throat.

“What if we…What if we bought back Smosh?” 

Anthony's mouth fell agape for a second. His own heart was beating inside his chest so hard he wondered if he had hallucinated the words.

“Are you…Are you, like, for real?” He eventually asked after a moment of silence, his mind already overheating with thoughts.

For a long time, he had dreamed of buying back Smosh, owning their company back and being able to do what they truly wanted. In the last years, that was all he could think about, the only solution to not let their baby crash down. Yet, seeing as this was not possible, he had come to resent Smosh for a couple of years after he left. Telling himself that nostalgia was the only thing making him fond of those times, because truly, Smosh hadn't been what it was back when they started for a pretty long time. Anthony had this ache in his chest every time he saw the company he had created and especially the man with whom he had created it with.

Then, Anthony had stumbled upon a Smosh rabbit hole while scrolling on tiktok. Days where the only thing he did when he had free time was to look back at their old content, their sketches and the gaming videos. Days where he laughed genuinely at the antics he and his once-had-been best friend had imagined and done, days of intensely missing the man who had once been the most important person in his life.

Then, they had reconnected. Thanks to Diana, he had been able to sit next to Ian and freely talk to him, joke with him for what felt like a few mere seconds but had lasted hours. His chest had felt tight but light once had come back home, Ian's number in his phone and ideas spinning in his mind already.

They did not ease down the more time he and Ian spent together. All he could think about was the nights they spent writing and laughing until they couldn't breathe, the better and funnier stuff they could do together now that they were more mature. For the first time in what felt like forever, Anthony had this lightness in his chest at the mere idea of spending time with Ian, a permanent smile on his lips that reminded him so strongly of the magic they could create together back then. He had found his best friend again, and he wanted nothing more than to keep making him laugh and create with him until the wee hours of the morning.

“I mean, that was just an idea,” Ian answered quietly, fiddling with his fingers. There was a palpable anxiety in his tone, but it was earnest. 

Ian wanted them to own Smosh again. Together.

They could do so many things. They could write sketches again! New, original sketches! And they could probably use a membership or something in order not to censor everything, and they could even reconstruct the old smosh house! The press-alike studio had tons of empty spaces Anthony knew he could use for that!

“Dude!” Anthony jumped up, his face lightening up with the biggest smile. “I was just thinking about this! I've thought about that for years, man, ever since we started losing control over our scripts. We could write new sketches! They'd be even funnier and better since we have more experience, and we could even use the rest of my studios for a new Smosh house, it'd be so cool! We could redo the CD wall, it looked so dope! And we could even launch new contents, I've got sooo many ideas, I've thought about it for months! And then we could use a membership or something to not get demonetized, you know, but I'm sure it'd work! Oh My God, imagine if we worked on a new Food Battle? It'd be so fun! We'd need to find a new food but I'm sure it could be dope, and we could even ask Ryan and Brian to participate! Oh! What if we made an announcement video and your mom was in it? That'd be so cool, dude!”

Ian's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched Anthony gesticulate and pace back and forth when he spoke. The train of his thoughts didn't seem to stop, and Ian wasn't even sure he understood everything he was saying, considering how fast Anthony was talking. Yet, the man looked overjoyed, excited in a way Ian hadn't seen in years. His eyes were shining with joy, something else delightful to watch come to life. Ian was having kind of a whiplash for a second; Anthony was in front of him, jumping with any idea that ran through his mind, his curls bouncing as he moved and his combat boots stomping on the ground echoing loudly. 

He was like a little kid who had just been told he was going to Disney Land. A little kid with tattoos trailing up to his neck and heavy rings on his fingers. 

Anthony might have changed, in the few years they were apart, but at his core, he was still the same. His smile still shined so bright the sun could be jealous, and his eyes still sparkled with an intensity Ian had never witnessed anybody else possess.

His chest felt heavy with feelings, with emotions. 

“Holy shit, Anthony, chill,” Ian exclaimed. The expression painted on his face looked weirded out, but Anthony could see the little hopeful smile that stretched his lips.

“C'mon, dude, wouldn't that be soooo cool? We could do so many things! I even received an armory last week and I can't do anything with it, since I do interviews, but we could so use that in a sketch, it'd be so fucking dope!”

And there he was gone again, blabbering endlessly about ideas Ian was only half following. However, there was still that smile on his lips, one that could only grow as he felt Anthony's joy radiate in waves over him.

Anthony was right. All of that would be so cool. They could do so many cool things now that Ian was also excited about.

He had no idea how they would go on about this, or if their writing chemistry still really existed, but he believed in it. He was ready to try, ready to see what was possible and to fight to have his best friend back by his side. Ian was ready to try whatever he could do to make their vision come true, and even if he didn't know where he was going, he was fine with Anthony by his side. That was all he really needed.

“A new food battle would be pretty cool. But I'm not sure anything can beat my pink frosted donut, you should know that.”

Anthony gasped. “Excuse me? I've beat you like, three times. I could do it again.”

“Three times? Dude, you only won once. Don't be so delusional.” 

Ian's laugh was cheerful, one that made Anthony's heart soar in that familiar way it did whenever they were together. God, he had missed that feeling. 

“Okay, well, I could win this year. I'm sure. You don't know what I'm capable of!”

Ian thought that, indeed, there were still a few things he was unaware of when it came to this new version of his best friend. He was okay with that; they had all the time in the world to learn everything about each other again, to love and experiment. Ian was eager to know everything, already.

Eager enough to spend the entire night outside, throwing ideas left and right and laughing until they were rolling on the floor. And as the sun rose, Ian couldn't help but feel his heart fluttering in his chest. His best friend truly was back. They were going to own Smosh again, together against the world; or at least, that was what he hoped.

With Anthony by his side, nothing seemed impossible.

[randomnameless]

I think the "Billy should ditch the boar" takes comes from AM being the one route that breaks their self-insert fantasy. Flamey and Emile doing their stuff and the Jerry thing etc do not matter bcs its not being directly mean to YOU, the player, in YOUR story. Edel-chan is a very sad and traumatized girl that will ALWAYS love YOU no matter what you do and she will doodle YOU and squeak about rats n stuff, but you don't have to actually deal with any of her supposed trauma in a realistic way (+)

(cont) She will always be fine and ready to gush after you, the trauma is only a plot device to make her wary of other people that aren't you, and be attached to only you. What she does to randoms doesn't matter as long as she's nice to you. But the evil european barbarian boar dares to actually show his trauma and negative emotions around you, and make you uncomfy, and bring any sort of realism to your fantasy! how dare he! Not only that, but he admits he didn't like you at the beginning!!!(+) (cont) you, the player, isn't above other characters when it comes to him being rude because of his trauma and mental illness, and the story dares to show your avatar feeling sad and powerless instead of badass and cool. He won't listen to you until another character opens his eyes first, and even if you marry him he's still hearing voices and struggling with his issues, your love won't cure him!! Not only that, but AM is his story, not yours! (+) (cont) It relegates your self-insert to a supportive deuteragonist instead of the main hero the plot centers around. He will become The King and you will be just a religious leader, following the footsteps of the Evil Lizard Lady!! Obviously you don't want that!! this is your story, where you can dump all your anti-church IRL arguments into, and be a super cool baddass mercenary who never has to deal with negative emotions!! And that's why AM is the only FE16 route where I actually like Billy.

Sorry anon for the tardiness of the reply!

Yep, I feel like for both Dee and the evil lizard lady, at one point, they are unhappy/upset/angry and more or less negative at Billy - who is, in this situation, taken as the player.

I remember during the heights of 2020-2021 discourse people sending asks to other asking how can they like Rhea bcs she was meant to "u" and whatnot, and it's just... Self-insert at its finest?

But Billy - the character we see in Nopes, FEH and FE17, wouldn't feel like the player in those instances (because Billy the character would never pick the "uwu" option in the Holy Tomb, and Billy the character would understand and/or at least get how Dimitri doesn't want to talk right now) - so again, it's the same old question, who is Billy? An empty self insert who feels a lot of sad uwus when Rhea threatens to rip their heart out as they assist and support who swore to kill her because her ears are pointy and cries whenever Dimitri doesn't want to talk to them, or is Billy the character we see in other games, who shows more empathy and tries to understand people, and thus, wouldn't have been able to pick a certain route in FE16?

Lol I just remember now how some people didn't like Cyril or even Seteth because they didn't slobber over Billy - as the self-insert - in their first 5 lines unlike the rest of the cast ^^

Granted, this "YOU must be the most important person EVER" comes back in full force with the S-supports (tfw seteth doesn't mention his family to billy when they hold hands) and it reiterates something I always knew : Avatars were a mistake.

Parasocial maybe saved the franchise from turning into another F-Zero like saga, but damn if it nuked a lot in the process (and by, a lot, i mean coherence and characters networks).

[beevean]

While I don't super disagree with you, I do have to say the timing is a little funny since zealousfox has recently been exposed of asking for nudes to minors and he's known sontails nsfw fan. While I agree it doesn't make one an pedophile I do have to say why would you like porn of an obvious 8 year old boy? Or ship Chris with an adult character when he's 12, but yeah people that complain about Sonamy are stupid

I don't know. Really, don't ask me. I don't find cub porn attractive in the slightest, far from it. And while I say that most Sonic characters don't have a fixed age and it's really stupid to make a moral discourse out of ships like Sonamy or Knuxouge just based on the cold hard numbers of their former ages, it's undeniable that characters like Tails, Cream and Charmy are designed to be perceived as young kids - Tails might be a genius who flies planes, but he still acts anywhere from 8 to 12 depending on the game. So I understand the visceral repulsion and the question "what is the appeal? What kind of person would like such a thing?".

But by the same logic, I can bring you this:

A guy who went on harsh tangents against problematic fictional content ended up sharing NSFW material with real minors :) and he's far from being the only example.

Hell, recently there has been a shitstorm against Reploid REVO, a very important name in the Mega Man fandom, for flirting with minors in his server. He didn't do anything weird in the open. He just talked about the perfectly family-friendly Mega Man. (in fact, I even remember him complaining about Zero/Ciel for being "problematic", but sadly he has protected his tweets so I can't show proof)

And this is the scary part: you cannot assume. I think this is one of the biggest reasons there is this hysteria against problematic ships and whatnot: because clearly, only a dangerous person would like such things, right? And if I can spot them from the content they like, I would never fall prey to them! Instead, I will always trust people who tend towards Pure Content, because this means they are pure of heart uwu (ignore the part where they send graphic death threats to people they don't like: it's justified /s)

And that's just not how it works, sadly. We can't know why someone likes "weird shit". Is it to cope with serious trauma? Is it to safely explore a terrible scenario in a setting where no real person is hurt? Is it to be edgy? Is it because they have genuinely that kind of terrible impulses that they are three days away from enacting IRL? We can't know, and we surely cannot ask because victims shouldn't feel forced to wave a "get out of discourse" card (not that it works, as victims are also chastized for "coping" the wrong way, see above lol).

I know the sweetest people that have all sorts of "nasty" fetishes. They have their own personal reasons to be appealed by certain kinks, and it's not because they're secret pedophiles. I, myself, am starting to understand that I might like certain things because it's my brain's way of elaborating the life I'm living. Brains are weird. It would be very convenient if abusers and criminals announced their ill intentions as easily as having weird porn in their likes, but then abuse wouldn't exist because it would be easily preventable, would it.

[camprell-art]

You’ve been letting in the demons/j?

I swear I can explain!! X3

Recently I redid the mbti personality quiz, and I learned that Dimentio's personality type is almost the same as mine, the difference is that he's obviously an extrovert.

And then you may ask, "okay, but what does this has to do with your inner demons", well... You see... The test made me notice that he's a pathetic little man, because he was so sure he could win that he literally didn't have a plan B after the Pure Heart's powers got reestablished, and thus he desperately tried to win. (And bonus points because he was so petty that he didn't even recognize his failure and tried to take the multiverse to the grave with him)

"Okay Camprell, but we still don't get what this has to do with the demons".

So! I changed half of my interpretation of him, trying to make him more insane than sad, considering that in game he's an agent of chaos, and because of me acknowledging his "patheticness" this opened a new dormant door in my brain which, when opened, just made me realize that I can do whatever I want with this fool, especially if the person has more power than him uwu

And the good part is that this doesn't really affect my fanlore since he can still have a lot of issues and maintain the charming meticulous chaotic insanity that he has canonically. :3