#character pov

[10liver]

Bakugou x reader, but the reader has a sphinx cat and Bakugou has no idea what to think of it.

Cw; light fluff, character POV, GN Reader, cats

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He swore it was the ugliest thing on the fucking planet. The way its naked skin was so.. so.. skin-like. The way its tail looked so freakishly long yet short. The way it'd have a full-on stare off with him whenever he'd come to your house to visit you.

He hated it with his whole being.

Fast forward about 2 years later, he now has to help clean up the damn cat's butt puckers. Yeah, you heard him right. Butt puckers. All because he accidentally lashed out on someone for swiping their thumb against your waist. Accidentally.

He had never been so disgusted. He would physically recoil whenever the damn cat would sit up and make a small suction noise. He didn't even know cats could make those noises with their ass.

God, why'd you have to be the prettiest person he'd ever seen with the freakiest cat to roam the earth.

"Baby, can you go and bathe the cat?"

Oh, GOD. He was literally gonna melt his own face off. He had never actually touched the cat other than when you forced him to pet the cat, which he never really truly did besides swiping the top of its head with his pinky finger.

There were so many steps to bathing this cat. Why? Because it has no fur! Of course it doesn't. He couldn't help the long exasperated groan that left his lips as he read over the steps for the umpteenth time.

Might as well get it over with.

To be fully honest. The cat was kinda chill, unlike Todoroki's new cat. His cat was a killer. He knew it.

But this cat was okay. He guesses.

But when he told you this, all you could do was laugh at him. He didn't know what was so funny. Which is why he felt heat immediately rush to the tip of his ears out of pure embarassment. And maybe a little 'cause your laugh was fucking heavenly.

But mainly because he was embarrassed. (He's in love)

Okay, okay, you got him. MAYBE, just maybe it was.. not cute at all, but the way it acted was cute. He guesses. The way it began licking his fingers for attention, which he semi-reluctantly gave. The way it'd.. yeah, he doesn't really know.

But yknow what? If you were gonna be the one he was gonna marry—which is obviously happening because he is never letting you go—he has to get used to your damn cat one way or another.

"You're lucky I fuckin' love your parent with my whole heart."

#ao3 #fanfic #my writing #bnha #anime #oneshot #bakugou x reader #mha #fluff #sphinx cat #naked cat #character pov #soft bakugou #bakugou katsuki #gn reader #established relationship

[stinkkyy]

the creator falls (out of a tree) for diluc

Now why the hell was Diluc back here.

There wasn’t a real reason other than he had taken a walk that had ended up with him at this big ass tree again.

As he stands at the base of the statue to Barbatos, he feels a tug at his heart. It had been happening a lot more lately, this pulling. The tug at his heart as if somebody was at the other end of the string, gently urging him to go somewhere or do something.

So here he was at a statue for a God he admired and a tree dedicated to a woman who now protects all of Mondstadt silently.

He crosses his arms and glares up at the tree. “Well? I’m here now, what do you want from me?”

Diluc stands there for just a moment longer, secretly expecting a response but of course nothing comes from it.

He sighs, looking away from the tree feeling rather embarrassed for having such a wish.

With nothing left to do but try and enjoy his day out, he goes to sit at the base of the tree. He slumps against it, one leg folded up and the other splayed out before him. Diluc rests his head along the tree as he watches the clouds in the sky.

He felt like a fool.

For the past month or so he had been.. Strangely content. Happier than usual. That in itself would normally be cause for celebration but with such happiness came an unease.

Jean chalked it up to allergies, his immune system never favored the summer weather.

Lisa suggested that perhaps he was in love. That was the last time he’d ever come to her for advice.

Kaeya had a certain look in his eye. It told him that his past brother likely knew the ailed him but chose not to answer truthfully, only giving a rather cryptic response.

Venti was the only one who had given something halfway decent but even then it was bullshit upon more bullshit.

“Follow whatever is pulling your heart along and go talk to it! That will solve everything and who knows, maybe love will consume you and everything will be answered!”

Diluc snorts haughtily at himself as he remembers the bards words. Sure he was a god but he didn’t have to sound so annoying about it, former crush or no.

Before he could have anymore time to think about it there was a voice calling out to him from above.

“Hey! Hey hey, you there, D-! D..... Theee stranger in red!”

“… Excuse me?”

“Yeah you! Hey uh, I’m in a bit of pickle right now so you think you can help?”

Diluc looked up to where the voice was located and felt his heart freeze. The tugging had become stronger than it ever had before, so sharp and pointed like it was going to rip apart any second now.

The owner of the voice was covered by the leaves and branches of the tree but if he focused he could make out the outline of their body but even that was hard.

Whoever they were just might be the answer he had been searching for.

More leaves and twigs fell down onto his lap and he grunts in annoyance when he flicks them away. “How can I help you, stranger.”

A pause. “How confident are you in catching a person?”

“Depends on how high up said person is and considering we’re practicing yelling at one another, I’d say you’re rather high up.”

Another pause followed by quiet, nervous laughter. Another sigh. “Yeah.. Right on the mon- On the mora. Yeah.”

Diluc resigns himself to his fate and slips off his jacket, letting it fall into the floor as he tries to coordinate himself to wherever they must be hanging out at.

“Let’s get this over with then.”

“Wh- You’ll help me? Seriously??”

He glares up at them, a bit offended. “You assumed I wouldn’t?”

“W-Well…”

“Get down already before I leave you stuck up there.”

“Okay okay! Gimme a second, okay? This is a really high fall!!”

“You’ll be fine.”

Diluc huffs as he listens to the rustling of the branches, gauging how soon this stranger would jump down from the tree. Really, he had better things to be doing other than attempting to catch somebody from a tree like-

“Huh..” The more he tries to think of what he could be doing with his time he realizes he can’t come up with anything. For some reason, all he wants to do is stick by this stranger and see this through to the end.

He places a hand at his heart, jaw clenching slightly as he thinks it over. And then there was that whole thing where the longing at his heart was pulling him closer to whoever this person was. 

Were the two connected somehow?

He doesn’t have time to think about it for much longer until he hears the strangers voice yell out something that has him on his guard.

“Wait-!”

“Aaand three!! AH-“

Diluc widens his stance and holds his arms out wide for them, grunting when they land in his arms at last, though he does falter back just a bit. That is the last time he will ever catch somebody from a tree ever again.

He growls lowly in his annoyance, a glare locked and loaded on his face as he looks to the person but whatever scolding he had ready to dish out die in the back of his throat when he lays eyes on them.

They’re smiling. It’s a big toothy grin with their eyes filled with stars, their entire being glowing the world up in a way he could never properly put into words.

“You’re Diluc,” the say with a giddy laugh. “The Diluc Ragnivinder!”

And yet he’s still just staring at them like a fish out of water

He comes to his senses and clears his throat, easing them into their feet as he fights a wicked flush off of his cheeks.

“It’s Ragnvindr, actually.” He finally says, not really caring for their incorrect pronunciation, eyes never leaving their form.

The tugging at his heart was pulled taut and it was headed straight towards them. This had to be why he had decided to come here. For them. Diluc swears he can recognize their face from somewhere but he can’t place it. 

All he knows is that he feels so unbelievably loved and cherished.

“Got a staring problem, Master Diluc? C’mon, lemme thank you for saving my tail somehow!”

Diluc snaps out of his daydream as a ghost of a smile breaks onto his lips, nodding. “You wear clothes not of his nation, dirty ones at that. I will have lunch prepared for us at my home..”

“Wh- Man.. You’re a lot more stern than I had expected…” They grumble but dutifully follow by his side.

His heart pounds wildly in his chest as the pieces begin to connect themselves and while Diluc was not the most devoted follower to the gods anymore, you would have to be a fool to not eventually realize that you are standing besides The Creator.

A god who had been absent for thousands of years and only now resurfaced.

A god that will cause a stir in the world if left unchecked.

A god that has his heart pounding, face flushed, and palms sweaty.

“The Dawn Winery?” They squeak out. “Really?? Aaah man Diluc, you’re amazing! I can’t wait!”

Yes, to keep them to himself for a little while longer wouldn't hurt. He’s doing this to protect them, nothing else.

#sagau #genshin impact #genshin impact writing #character pov #gn readere #diluc imagines #diluc/reader #diluc x reader #mun koko #i had posted this on my ao3 but it was meant to be on here

[violettduchess]

Gilbert's POV around the MC 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

A/N: I AM DONE GRADING and I can finally breathe again. How better to celebrate the return of (some) free time than with the Prince of Obsidian?

Gilbert x f reader, Gilbert's POV

WC: 707

I know where you are, Häschen. I know where you like to go when you are done with your studies. How you walk the same path to the palace library every evening, the tension of your day slowly melting away like drops of sunshine as soon as you step through those double doors and surround yourself with the familiar, comforting sight of all those books. Then your face lights up and I watch the way your smile reaches your bright eyes. You are at peace now, walking to your favorite sitting chair, the book you have been reading on the small wooden table, a white silk ribbon your book marker.

You’ve settled in, eyes already greedily consuming the words right where you left off. You’re lost, sinking into the starry mist of whatever world is laid out before you, page for glorious page. This is why my presence startles you. The tap of my cane, done with intentional emphasis, rips you from your book, scatters the mist and leaves you wide-eyed and vulnerable. Don’t think I miss the way your gaze darts towards the double doors, which I have conveniently pulled closed and barred. No one will interrupt my meeting with you tonight.

Your voice flutters like a moth trapped under glass as you ask what I am doing here, in the library, so late in the evening. I turn, gesturing with one hand to all the books that surround us, my smile fixed in place. Why, I’m here to read, same as you. My words are no comfort to you. I can tell by the way you glance at the door, the white-knuckle grip of your fingers on the table’s edge. But you are too polite, too petal-soft, to question me, even as I stroll to the shelf, walking my leather-clad fingers over the embossed spines of all the books, finally stopping on a treatise on hunting.

Fitting, I suppose, under the circumstances.

The irony has me grinning as I sink down into the chair next to yours. You expected me to sit across from you. I enjoy not meeting your expectations. From my spot next to you, your scent reaches me. That undeniable mix of rose and lavender. When I learned that you mixed oil from both blossoms, I had several vials made for myself. Just a few drops and you are there. My handkerchief. My pillow. My bath.

I open my book, reading the page once and it is committed to memory. But you don’t know that about me yet and so I linger, acting as though I am a slow reader so that I can take in the sound of your breathing, too quick to be relaxed, and the feel of your gaze as you steal quick glances at me. You are also only pretending to read.

“What do you want?” 

Ah, the bunny has found some courage although your eyes are still on your page, as if avoiding eye contact with me somehow keeps you safe.

“What do I want....?” A thousand answers flood my mind.

I want to sweep the books off this table and lay you down on it.

I want to press your soft body between the hard wood and myself, feeling the surrender in your muscles as you go lax under my touch.

I want to hear you whimper my name among all of these hallowed tomes, to bring a soundless room to life with your gasps.

I want to lose myself in the feel of your skin, the taste of your mouth.

I want to devour you until there is nothing left.

I want to feel your fingernails rake the skin of my back and leave proof of your desire.

I want to bite you, your sweetness on my tongue, and leave proof of mine.

I want to wrap you in my arms, to hold you as tightly as an oyster guarding a precious pearl.

I want to protect you from every sorrow, every pain, every bruise that life may try to mar you with.

I want to keep you all for myself. No other eyes should ever rake over your form. No other touch should ever grace your skin.

I want to smother you in my love.

I want to drown in yours.

“I want....to be your friend.”

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#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen gilbert #ikemen fanfiction #ikemen fanfic #character pov #otome fanfiction #otome fanfic #violettwrites

[writing-with-gremworm]

A Bothersome Herbivore

I'm not sure when it happened, this tiny herbivore started clinging to me. It's hard to get a break since they follow me everywhere. When I nap, they nap beside me. When I eat, they follow along. Though, the latter is better than the time they slept so soundly I was able to leave them for a few days. When I went back to my normal napping spot they were sitting like a dejected mouse. They had teary little eyes, and their complexation was terrible.

I learned later that they slept through lunch, so they ended up just not eating the first day, and they refused to move during the weekend when I hadn't retuned yet. The worst part about it is they were so happy when I came back. They were like a stupid dog, so happy to cling to me again.

I let them be for a while. It wasn't really my problem, and they didn't actually bother me most of the time. They were surprisingly quiet.

"Why exactly do you follow around like a lost dog?"

"I dunno. I just like you. So, I stay with you, because you're safe."

It was weird. I shouldn't be safe for them. I'm just a lousy second prince with nothing in my future but disappointment. I am, and will always be, second best in the eyes of anyone else, so why is it that this creature clings to me? I still don't understand it.

The thing that irks me the most is that I started to worry about them. I woke up from a nap as usual, expecting them to be beside me. They weren't there. The little mouse had scurried off somewhere and that made me uneasy.

"This is bullshit."

I must have done so subconsciously, but I ended up looking around the places I usually went, expecting to find them there. I only found them when I returned to the greenhouse. They were sitting, waiting for me to come back.

"Leona!" They sounded so happy, their eyes lighting up as if the best person in the world was standing right in front of them.

"Ah." I had so many questions, but none of them mattered. 'Why did you wait? Where did you go? Are you okay?' They were here, so why did it matter?

We returned to routine. But one thing did change. I started leaning on them. I don't know if they noticed, they never mentioned it to me. This change ... felt necessary.

In time it felt stranger to be separate from them than to be near them. In a way, I guess I must have found them comforting too. So, it felt strange when one day, they started crying.

"What's with the tears?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.

"I don't know. I just- I." They sobbed quietly, sniffling and rubbing their eyes. They tried so hard to calm down, only to sob more. It hurt, hearing them quiet their sobs. I felt like I saw a bit of myself in them. Maybe that's why I spoke up.

"Don't force it, just sob okay?" It was a useless comment. They would probably cry for a while anyways. They did stop trying to choke back their sobs, though they kept sobbing quietly, as if they forgot how to cry loudly.

"I'm scared. I don't know if I want to go home or stay here. I feel unwanted either way. I don't know if anyone would miss me if I left, of if anyone in my world even realizes I'm gone. I'm terrified because it doesn't matter which world I choose. I'll be alone again in either world."

A beat.

Right, they needed to go home eventually. They weren't from this world. I forgot that somehow. Unlike Yuu, who was social, this one wasn't particularly close to anyone. Except maybe ... me.

"Oh? Aren't I right here? Do you think I'll forget you because you vanish for a little?"

"I-I ... I thought you were annoyed by me."

"Then why would I let you cling to me? I could have actively ignored you."

"But you ... you left me alone and I ..."

"So? People can change their minds. I'm not running from you anymore, so don't go running from me, okay?"

"Heh, hehehehe."

"Why are you laughing?"

"Sorry I just- I didn't expect you to say something like that. It's so sweet."

"Don't get used to it."

"Hehe, I know. I'm just ... Thank you."

"... It's fine."

Things were nice after that. We returned to routine.

Or, as close to routine as possible. I found myself gazing at them for longer than I intended. If they were still asleep when I was up, I would pick them up. If they were hungry, we'd eat early, or I'd get Ruggie to buy us snacks.

'Fuck.' I had fallen for them. It was confusing. They weren't particularly pretty, or smart, or even useful. Even so, I found them undeniably breathtaking. I couldn't look away from them.

It was juvenile, but I couldn't help but touch their hand. Just to feel their skin against mine. I wanted to kiss their forehead, to hold them in my arms, to claim them.

I'm no idiot. I know I'm handsome, I know my position, though lesser than my brother's, is coveted. I understand that being a member of royalty limits my options for love. Despite everything, I wanted them to stay with me. If nothing else, I just wanted to continue our days like this. The litte moments of warmth, their laughter, their joy. I wanted to bask in it.

When did my world stop being gray?

No, not my world. Just them.

It's still hard to justify waking up, to find a reason to move forward every day. But even still, I want to be selfish and be beside them. I wonder if this is what it means to feel safe with someone.

"I'm going to graduate this year. You've still got a few years left."

"... Yeah ..." They smile sadly.

"Come to me. When you finish. Find me, and I'll have a napping spot ready to share." It was a stupid promise. They might be blocked from my side. They might not even be able to understand me outside of school property.

But I think their smile was worth it.

--

"You've been sulking in that window every day, brother." A grating voice says, a smirk decorating the words.

"So what?" I glare, irritated by the interruption. I come to this window whenever I think about them. It seems like a spot they'd like. Or maybe they just liked me. Maybe after all this time they forgot me. It would be better that way. For them to forget me, they can live a different life, instead of being tied to the second prince.

"I was just worried. How can I not worry a little when you're my brother?"

"Piss off."

"Ah, I see you don't want company. Should I send your visitor away?" My ears twitch. It's rare I receive visitors. It's even rarer my 'perfect' brother bothers to tell me about them.

"A visitor? Haiz. I have enough sense not to turn visitors away." I shift, hopping down from the window ledge.

My heart is beating faster than I would like. It seems like my chest is going to burst at this rate. It will be disappointing if it's not them, so I shouldn't keep my hopes up.

"Leona?" A familiar voice chimes as I enter the room. They smile warmly at me and walk over, looking at me somewhat reluctantly.

"I'm surprised you actually came here." I hold out my hand. They take it carefully and I pull them into a hug, "Welcome home." I add with a whisper.

They tear up, hugging me tightly.

"Yeah, I'm home." They mutter. They feel warm in my arms. They feel like the keystone of an arch, holding me together despite being so small.

'So, I still love you.' I think to myself, closing my eyes and forcing myself not to do too much. I want to give them soft kisses, I want to whisk them to my room and cuddle with them. I want to tell them how much I love them. But the words don't leave my throat. I can't love them, not as a royal.

"Well, isn't this a nice reunion." That ruined it.

"And you're still here because? This is my guest. I thought you'd leave." I hiss, glaring at my brother.

"There's no need to be hostile. I'm just surprised you have someone close to you."

"Oh? Thanks, I didn't realize I needed to tell you these things."

"I'm not chastising you, I'm glad. Really. Ah, I should probably introduce myself to your lover."

"Lover?"

"Lover?"

"Are you two not? Ah, I'm sorry for misunderstanding." He doesn't sound even slightly apologetic.

"I-It's fine."

"... This is my brother. That's it, don't worry about getting close to him."

"Oh- okay." They smile sadly.

"Well this does complicate things a little. I had just convinced the elders to let you have your lover join you here. But if they're not your lover, then I'll have to clear that up."

"That won't be necessary. It'll be more convenient if everyone assumes we're lovers anyways." 'Though I'm not particularly fond of receiving help from you, I won't turn it away when it benefits me.'

"S-So then- Do I- have to pretend to be your lover?" They seem surprised, their face flushed a bit. It's cute. It makes me want to lick their cheeks and nibble on their ear.

"No, just act like before. Us spending so much time together will get the point across."

"Oh! Okay." They nod, seeming perhaps a little disappointed.

"Last time we spoke, I promised to have a napping spot pick out for us. I think I found one. Though, you'll have to sit on my lap if you want to lean on me." The window ledge wasn't wide enough to sit side by side unless you laid against the window.

'This spot is chosen partially out of my selfishness. If nothing else, then I can hold you tightly. Not that you need to know my reasoning.'

"That's okay. If you're okay with it, I mean. I've always kind of wanted to hug you when napping." They admit wanting to cuddle closer.

'I wonder.'

I pick them up, cupping their rear as they cling to me. They seem a bit surprised.

"W-We could just walk there-"

"We are walking there. What? Did you never wonder how I carried you before?"

"I never thought about it- This is embarrassing. I could just walk with you."

"Hm, no. You clung to me this long, cling to me more, won't you?"

"Leona." They whine.

I can't help but chuckle a little. This was warm. It felt nicer than just remembering them.

"Hey, do you love me?"

"What? I mean- yes. You're the closest person I have."

"I mean, romantically, sexually. How, do you love me?"

"T-This is very sudden- and I don't know how to answer- aah."

"That's fine. We've got plenty of time." I sit down, letting them situate themselves on my lap as we sit by the window. I wrap my arms around their waist, and rest on my chin on their shoulder.

"You're more affectionate than I remember."

"Well, I have to make up for the missed nap time cuddles somehow, right?"

"What? Hah, hahaha. Sure, let's go with that. Leona. I missed you."

"Yeah ... me too."

"I never thought you'd admit it ... so ... the question."

"Do you love me?"

"Yeah, that one ... was it, because you love me?"

"Yeah."

"W-wait really? Um! How so?"

"Hm, I'll tell you after you tell me. I did ask first."

"Hahaha, okay, that's fair." They lean into me, resting against my chest, relaxing in my arms. We sit there for a while, just enjoying each other's company. It doesn't really matter how they answer. We'll stay beside each other anyways. I can tell that much. They wouldn't have found me if they didn't intend to stay.

"Hey ... Leona ..."

"Yeah?"

They turn their head and move so their mouth is close to my ear before whispering their answer. Perhaps embarrassed, or worried that telling me loudly would hurt me. Regardless, the action was cute.

"I'm not sure. I've never felt anything like this before. I've never had the chance. So, I may not get it right the first time. I don't know what type of love this is."

"Okay, then let's figure it out together." I've waited this long, waiting a little longer should be fine. Besides, I'm with them now, so that is enough.

#twisted wonderland #character pov #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona twst #fluff #warm and cozy #self indulgent #gn reader #reader insert #I let him have like two swears. It's fine. #Have soft Leona #he deserves some softness. #he's just a silly guy #a bean #Anyways #i hope you enjoy #Sorry for not posting

[ninjakk]

LWJ's POV - Meeting WWX in MXY's body

I've often thought about what LWJs point of view would be during the novel. So I thought it might be interesting to write a little about what I think might be going through his head when he first meets WWX in MXYs body. Obviously this is conjecture, but I will try to base my thoughts on the text as much as possible. Also, as I've read the book many times, I already know the entire plot, so this will come into play as well. Otherwise we'd have no clue what LWJ was thinking, unless you're LXC I guess!

So I think it's pretty safe to assume that our lovely Lan SiZhui, being the exemplary junior he is, reported everything that happened at Mo Village back to LWJ once he arrived on the scene. LSZ probably would have told LWJ about someone controlling the fierce corpses and that MXY went missing once he arrived.

Chapter 8

Lan SiZhui had probably informed Lan WangJi of his suspicious behaviour in Mo Village already. Even so, he had nodded in acknowledgement, probably thanking him for helping out the juniors from the Lan Sect. Without thinking, Wei WuXian immediately returned a salute. When he looked up again, Lan WangJi had already disappeared.

When LWJ meets "MXY" for the first time at Dafan Mountain, he is polite and gives him a slight nod in thanks for helping the juniors back at Mo Village. At this point, LWJ doesn't know "MXY" is in fact WWX, so their interaction is brief. Although WWX does hold eye contact with him as he brushes past him - because he's a minx. So their first meeting is brief and interestingly enough, LWJ is the one to leave first - not WWX trying to get away as fast as he can, as he apparently does later in the chapters. (I personally don't think he tries much at all!)

After JL and the other juniors look like they are in trouble, WWX summons something to help defeat the soul-consuming goddess. To WWX's shock it turns out be WN. Eventually WWX has to play a calming tune to stop WN from developing a killing intent and harming others. WWX clears his mind and a soft song naturally comes to the forefront of his mind.

Chapter 10

To stifle it, Wei WuXian calmed his feelings and assuredly played another melody. The melody had drifted over his mind naturally. It was relaxed and tranquil, contrasting with the bizarre and ear-piercing one from before.

I just absolutely love the second interaction between WWX and LWJ. I can almost imagine LWJ hearing the melody of Wangxian being carried on the wind, floating down the mountain towards him. Calling out to him in a teasing, evocative tone - daring his heart to accept what he was hearing. Evoking so many strong emotions within him, it would have been such a moment of utter turmoil for him. Simultaneously wanting to believe that WWX was back from the dead, as the only logical explanation, and being frightened to let his heart believe such a thing could have actually happened. As no one else knows the song apart from the two of them, he really can't deny it.

We could even go as far as to say LWJ assumes WWX knows what the melody is called. When asked what the tune was called back in the Xuanwu of Slaughter cave, LWJ mumbled something to him twice before WWX passed out. So LWJ may well think, just like he assumes in the cave after the bloodbath of Nightless City, he heard what he said to him back then as well. MXTX likes drawing parallels, so it's not too much of a stretch to assume both apparent 'cave confessions' link up to the some of misunderstandings that surround their relationship.

Chapter 10

Wei WuXian retreated while playing the flute, guiding him to follow. Walking like this for a short distance, they moved into the forest, when suddenly, Wei WuXian caught the chilly scent of sandalwood. Immediately after, his back bumped into someone. With an abrupt pain on his wrist, the flute melody had stopped. Wei WuXian thought, oh no, and turned around to look. His sight collided with Lan WangJi’s eyes. They were light-colored to the point of appearing to be physically cold.

Hearing the music, we can assume LWJ probably got onto Bichen and flew up the mountain as fast as he could. He probably landed in the nearby forest up the top of the mountain and started searching for where the music was coming from. I think he would have been nervous, excited and very confused at this point. The back of "MXY" would have come into view as he edged into the forest, luring WN away from the crowd. Without any doubt, LWJ would have silently walked towards what he now knows is WWX. LWJ then grips WWXs wrist to stop him playing the flute any further.

He decisively ignored the hand that gripped him and raised his arm to continue playing. This time, the tempo was faster, as if it was urging or scolding. His air was not steady and each note cracked at the end, sounding shrill and harsh. Suddenly, Lan WangJi’s hand tightened, almost causing his wrist to break. Wei WuXian’s fingers loosened from the pain and the wooden flute dropped to the ground.

What WWX assumed is LWJ being angry at someone daring to use Demonic Cultivation in front of him, was in my opinion, LWJ trying to protect him. It is even confirmed in the text, that LWJ doesn't pay any attention to WN the whole time he is holding WWX's wrist. LWJ knows that JC is also somewhere around the mountain and that he absolutely hates anyone who mimics WWXs cultivation style. Which I think is why he is trying to stop WWX, to ensure he doesn't attract any attention from JC again. WWX continued to play the flute in order to make WN leave before more trouble ensued. LWJ intensifies his grip on WWXs grip to stop him playing.

Wei WuXian feared that Lan WangJi would chase after Wen Ning, so he backhandedly grabbed him instead. But, surprisingly, Lan WangJi never even looked at Wen Ning once, but stared at Wei WuXian the whole time. The two stood face toface, gripping each other’s arms, and stared.

I love the scene where they are gripping each other's arms and staring into each other's eyes. Whether WWX wants to admit it or not, there must have been some sexual tension there surely?! We aren't even privy to WWX's thoughts at this moment, which is quite interesting. As such, we can only imagine what's going through his head! Probably something to do with LWJ's sexy icey gaze - my personal headcanon! (Never mind WWXs obsession with his eyes - I think I'm developing one! ) On the other hand, LWJ is most likely thinking about how WWX must have seized someone's body, as I'm pretty sure he would not be aware of the technique MXY used.

At this point JC appears and is told about "MXY" summoning WN. JC doesn't need anymore proof, he knows this has to be WWX as WN was summoned - and he was supposed to be ash by now! JC decides to attack WWX with Zidian, in an attempt to whip his soul out of MXY's body.

He let go of his left hand, and a long whip dangled from it. The whip was extremely slender. Like its name, it was a streak of purple lightning which sizzled, as if it had just been taken away from a sky full of storm clouds. He held one side of it in his grip. As it was brandished, it seemed to let out rapid slashes of lightning! Before Wei WuXian moved, Lan WangJi had already placed his zither in front of him.

LWJ instantly protects WWX knowing that his soul will be whipped out of the person's body if it had been forcefully taken. So when WWX is whipped and nothing happens, LWJ (and JC!) are utterly shocked. LWJ is still convinced "MXY" is WWX, because he played Wangxian and no one else has ever heard this song - so he must be perplexed as to how WWX has managed to come back.

LWJ continues to protect WWX to ensure JC doesn't take him back to Lotus Pier and torture him. Personally, I think LWJ had every intention of taking WWX back to the Cloud Recesses this time around anyway - especially to protect him from JC. WWX tries to escape both of them by making them feel so uncomfortable around him they leave him alone. So he uses MXY's reputation as a lunatic and a cut-sleeve to try and scare JC and LWJ off.

Wei WuXian replied, “Which type? Well, I am very much attracted to people like HanGuang- Jun.” Lan WangJi could not tolerate this sort of frivolous and foolish joke at all. If he felt disgusted, he would definitely draw a line between them and keep his distance. Disgusting two people at once—this was killing two birds with one stone! However, as Lan WangJi heard this, he turned around. His face was emotionless, “Mark your words.” Wei WuXian, “Hmm?” Lan WangJi turned back, speaking in a mannerly yet resolute way, “I will take this person back to the Lan Sect.” Wei WuXian, “...” Wei WuXian, “...Huh?”

As we're assuming this from LWJ's POV, we are privy to information we weren't if we were reading MDZS for first time. With that in mind, LWJ is under the impression WWX remembers his confession to him after the Bloodbath of Nightless City. As such, he probably thinks WWX is being flirty and teasing him when he is acting as "MXY" out of gratitude towards him for saving him all those years ago. LWJ continues to protect WWX by taking him back to Gusu. Which I find quite poetic, considering LWJ wanted him to come back with him in WWXs first life.

Later still, WWX is apparently trying to get thrown out of the CR by climbing into bed with LWJ, attempting to 'disgust' him.

Chapter 12

Lan WangJi spoke, “Are you sure that this is what you want?” “...” For some reason, Wei WuXian felt that he should carefully consider his reply. As he was about to curl his lips into a smile, a numbness suddenly came from his waist, and his legs gave out. With a thump, he fell onto Lan WangJi’s body. The curvature of a half-smile was frozen on his lips. His head was at the right side of Lan WangJi chest and he couldn’t move at all. Lan WangJi’s voice came from above him. His voice was low and deep. His chest vibrated slightly as he spoke each word. “Then stay like this for the whole night.”

WWX teasing LWJ is something he has done since his first life, so LWJ probably assumes he's up to his old tricks again. LWJ has matured over the years and has accepted his love for WWX. As such, he can fully embrace WWXs teasing and can now even tease him back! Which is exactly what he does! In fact, I'd say LWJ has gotten very good at teasing WWX. WWX had already met his match with LWJ in nearly every way, but now he is competing for biggest tease as well!

Obviously everyone reads characters and text differently at times, so I'm sure there are many different ways to interpret LWJ's POV. But I just thought it would be fun to share my interpretation of one of my favourite characters.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs lan wangji #mdzs lwj #mdzs novel #lan wangji #character pov #my thoughts

[spider-man-timepeace]

Spider-Sense is great... when it works.

I just bonked my head on the elliptical in my living room.

Not life-threatening enough for ya, huh Spidey?

#spider man timepeace #character pov #original character #spider man fanfic #60s spider man #spider man #spiderman #across the spiderverse #spidersona #monkees aesthetic #writers on tumblr #spider monkee #🕷🧍‍♂️⏳️✌️ #spider queue

[notruevampire]

Searching

where did you come from you ran me over then you held me down you left me sober left my head spinning lying on the ground staring at the stars now you can't be found

I searched the forest and I searched the skies and I searched the streets looking for your eyes

but I won't admit it that I can't forget it

I wouldn't crawl then and I won't crawl now I will just pretend forget you somehow so then why do I find me on my knees whispering your name leave me alone… please

I searched the shadows I searched everywhere I searched every crowd for a glimpse of hair

I won't admit it to… That I can't forget you I won't admit it to my love my life my world my night

That I searched for you

I searched the shadows I searched the sky I searched the forest I will hide this lie

So deep so deep so deep That I'll forget I'll forget I'll forget

I'll forget you

#spilled ink #lyrics #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #narrative #character POV #yeah i write songs from my characters' perspectives #Lost Humanity

[tiny-elf-of-doom]

The Cloak-and-Dagger Game - DA2

M!Hawke x Fenris ft. Varric

Varric is writing another book and needs inspiration for his protagonist's sex sequence. To ensure his knowledge is clear as glass, he decides to snoop around Hawke's mansion to see what he and Fenris get up to. The dwarf ends up pleasantly surprised.

MDNI 🔞: sex, gay boys, top!Hawke, bottom!Fenris, flirting, dirty talk, language, erotic massage, rough kissing, spying, humor, Varric is hilarious, and plenty of banter.

In my attempts to complete my most recent tale, I've found myself in a rut; stuck with a lack of creativity. This happens among writers many times in their lives, but through trials and tribulations, or perhaps sheer luck, they break down such blockages. Unfortunately for me, I've been staring at this page for a while now, and of course its a heated scene.

I would love to think of myself as a sexually involved man, a romantic lover, but moments like this brings me to opposite conclusions. Perhaps I need to get into the mood when I write these sequences, or ask someone how to go about establishing the involvement of two men. I wipe the annoyance from my tired eyes, knowing fully that asking that question would be rather complicated. Sebastian has probably never been touched in his life, nor has Anders, but Hawke has, and so has the broody elf, Fenris.

Perhaps the clouds have lifted. A warmth pools over my lower belly as I imagine their secret escapades, or perhaps its the ale. No one knows what kinds of lustful acts they conduct, which would make it hard to interrogate them. I nearly banish the thought from my mind when I recall a conversation had between them at the Hanged Man. Something about staying the night in Hawke's mansion to 'catch up' after all of three days of separation had passed. I could snoop around, wade my way through the mansion until I stumble upon his sleeping quarters. I'd stay in a tight closet, yes, Varric, very good!

And so it is settled, I play the cloak-and-dagger game.

~*~

If I hadn't been so dull, I would have left some space between myself and the damn linens. Closets in these large houses never fail to be stuffed with ridiculous clothing. Wriggling against the farbics, I peek through the grates on the side of the wood paneling. From there, two figures are seated on the carpet, enjoying wine next to the fire. It crackles, blazing gold against their casual garb. I don't think I've ever seen Fenris and Hawke dress so simply, especially in one another's presence. Firelight brightens their skin and for once in all of the time I've known the elf, he smiles. Chuckles, even, at the yarn Hawke begins to spin.

He's truly not that comical. Well, compared to me, at least.

"...and that was how I defeated a Qunari in battle with a broken sword," Hawke finished with a bow.

Fenris had clapped, smirking with full lips. "A true hero of legend!"

Hawke batted the comment with his hand," forget it!"

"Award him with anything he desires!" Fenris replied.

Of course, I feel happy for Hawke and that broody elf, but their interactions are anything but unique. Typical lovers congratulating one another on their accomplishments was mild drabble, I want more, and after a moment of feeling like a fool trapped in a closet, I finally have my wishes granted.

"Anything I desire?" Hawke coos, "I would like you in my bed, elf."

"Me? I'm sure you can find someone better..." Fenris might be serious, appearing self-conscious as his gaze is cast aside.

Suddenly, Hawke's voice lowers. "No, Fenris. You have always had my full desire. I only crave you."

Now we're talking. I wish I brought a quill and paper with me, though I doubt it would fit in that closet with me. Hawke pulls the elf into a kiss with the tug of his fingers under that dainty chin. It's slow at first, then picks up when they began to get handsy. To be completely honest, I have always wanted to see the full design of Fenris' lyrium tattoos. They peak out along his arms and throat, some on his legs, but I have never had the chance to truly see what kind of chaos covers his torso. Hawke has, and I am still slightly jealous for that.

The elf happily disrobes, sitting nude in the wake of the fire. White, glowing lines flow along every muscle, branching around his body as a tree in spring blooms outward. It's kinda cool, though unfortunate. All the pain of a full body carving, and for what? To rip people's hearts out? It doesn't seem very fair. Soon, Hawke joins him in the disrobing, throwing their clothes to the side nearest to this closet. I hold my breath, don't you dare bump anything.

Luckily, they don't seem to notice my shadow moving between the grates. I am safe for the moment, thank the Maker. Fenris climbs atop Hawke, straddling his left thigh. He moves along the bulging muscles with finesse and utmost experience. To my surprise, he begins to make a stream of noises I never thought I would hear. They are loose, sultry in the back of his throat. A songbird couldn't carry a pretty tune as this elf can. Hawke has his left hand settled on the elf's hip, moving it along with the smooth gyrations.

"Care to take a ride with me, my beautiful Fenris?" Hawke asks softly.

Fenris nods, "yes, I believe a ride is much needed."

Oh yes, I agree. Hawke lifts the elf into his arms and I can't help but adore the way broody elf's legs wrap around Hawke's strong torso. To the bed they go and I've lost visual on them. Goddamnit, I curse. I peer around the closet for any holes in the wood, but I am left with darkness. Perhaps if I slightly open the door, I can see the bed. Rattling is heard from the nightstand, so there is enough distraction and noise to hide my movements. Carefully as to remain hidden, I push the closet door forward until there is a decent view of the bed. To my relief, neither of them noticed the squeaking. Varric, if you ever do this again, don't choose the fucking closet next time.

Hawke takes his time kissing the elf, making sure his lips have ventured over every crevice and marking on Fenris' body. His moans are sweet, but grow desperate when his lover pushes his legs upward to touch his shoulders. Maker's balls, I can't believe how flexible the elf is. If anyone else in our group ever tried that, they'd be out of commission for a month. However, Fenris wraps his arms around his calves, keeping them in place so Hawke has full access to his ass. He dips down to plant a kiss on the back of the elf's thigh, relaxing his partner, no doubt. Fenris is always a nervous creature, so such tenderness is most definitely needed.

Then, things become interesting.

I watch as Hawke latches to the elf's backside, licking the skin and fucking the hole with his tongue. Broody elf's big, green eyes roll back into his head, flopping to the bedsheets in absolute delight. A tingle pricks at my belly, an excitement like no other. I may need to take care of personal business at this rate, but not here. The sounds are obscene and Fenris is eating them up, going so far as to grip Hawke's hair for dear life.

"G-Get the oil, Hawke," the elf pleads, "I want more than just your tongue inside of me."

"Is it that bad?" He joked with a wink.

"It's better than anything I could ever dream."

Cheesy as hell, and I roll my eyes. Another kiss is pressed to the elf's leg before Hawke turns to grab their decorative bottle of oil. It's in a gold vial covered in intricate markings, likely one of the treasures Hawke's been gifted over the years. A few drops suffice along with the man's spit to lube them both. The larger man lays back against the pillows, welcoming a needy elf to seat himself on his lap. Those markings glow brightly, nearly blinding me as I try to shield my eyes. One hand on Hawke's well endowed cock and one lyrium clad palm help ease the elf onto that incredible hilt.

Pain, plenty of pain causes the elf to cry out. Even I cannot help but flinch at the idea of being penetrated by something so thick. The stretch must be unforgiving, though broody is taking it like a champ. Hawke rubs the elf's hips, attempting to sooth the agony just a little more. It takes time, and I expect it to, but soon he's seated and breathing heavy. And this is why I don't bottom.

"Are you alright, Fenris?" Hawke checks in, voice gentle.

Fenris only groans, gasping for any words willing to be released. There appear to be none present, therefore, he ignores communication and starts to rock his hips. Bouncing up and down, he brings Hawke into a small fit of vocalization. It's everything I imagined it would be, just as masculine and deep as his usual voice. Opening up slowly, Hawke joins Fenris in thrusting upward into the elf, angling his hips in a different manner every time. I raise my brow in momentary confusion, what is he trying to accomplish?

Suddenly, Fenris cries out, gripping Hawke's strong forearms. I think I see trails of blood leaking to the bed. "Keep your hips like that and don't you dare shift them!"

Ah, I mumble to myself, he found broody's love spot.

The thrusting continues in this new position and Fenris is mewling like the most popular whore in all of Lowtown. I never thought I would be hearing Fenris lose himself in the wrung of pleasure, but here I am, stiffening from the men before me. Bianca will be jealous, but I ignore the thought and begin to palm at my trousers.

"Fenris, not so fast... I might-" Hawke growls, head thrown back against the plush pillows.

Fucking hell, Hawke.

The elf slams his mouth against his lover's, taking him in a deep, hot kiss. "Come, right now... fill me with your kin."

What the hell, Fenris?

It all becomes too much, even for me, and I watch as the two come undone within each other's grasp. Fenris releases himself all over the front of Hawke's stomach and chest while the champion of Kirkwall has found a safe place to expel his orgasm within the elf. In order to keep myself from joining them, I squeeze the hell out of my testicles, focusing on the pain as opposed to the pleasure. They collapse onto the bed, heaving breaths until the only sound in the room is the roar of the fireplace.

"Once you're up to it, how does a bath sound?" Hawke questions.

"Much needed," broody raises his head to kiss Hawke's cheek, "thank you, my darling Hawke."

"Always, Fenris," he had replied.

No, no, thank you both, I cackle in thought, for all of these incredible ideas. Hopefully, I won't get anything wrong when I tell this story.

#dragon age 2 #dragon age 2 fanficiton #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age fandom #hawke x fenris #m!hawke #fenris #varric tethras #broody elf #dragon age headcanons #garrett hawke #character pov #humor

[styxhuntress]

Fanfic Idea #2

Rewriting scenes and creating new ones from Harry Potter (or any fandom since it’s universally compatible), but from other characters’ P.O.V.s while keeping them in character and not diverging or contradicting what’s canon.

Examples:

The night Harry’s Parents died from either Lily’s or Voldemort’s POV.

Oliver Wood’s reaction to McGonagall putting Harry on the Team and then their first practice. 

Or Ginny P.O.V. during the Chamber of Secrets. 

Or Sirius and/or Remus P.O.V. during the Prisoner of Azkaban. Or Even Peter Pettigrew’s reaction to Sirius escaping.

Cedric Diggory’s P.O.V. During the Goblet of Fire, 

Draco’s during the Half-Blood Prince, 

Dumbledore during the Order of the Phoenix, 

Voldemort’s during the Deathly Hallows or honestly any of the books/movies. 

Or even scenes with these characters that take place during or even before the books/movies that are never referenced in the books/movies because it’s not Harry’s P.O.V.

And this type of prompt is compatible with any fandom. Which makes it more awesome.

#fanfic #fanficprompt #fanfic prompt #writing prompt #Harry Potter #alternate pov #pov swap #character pov #character study #tumblr prompt #hp #oliver wood #ginny weasley #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #cedric diggory #draco malfoy #albus dumbledore #voldemort #lord voldemort #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #lily potter

[lithraasmr]

We are officially on YouTube! I plan to be posting character x listener/POV content, which I'm pretty excited about!

Hope to see you there <3

#my voice #voice impression #character impressions #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane lol #atwow #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar neytiri #marvel #spider man: across the spider verse #spider gwen #gwen stacy #CHARACTER X LISTENER #character pov #voice acting #asmr voice

[spiritualsimtatyana2000]

Cyra Citrine (The Leo Shifter) - Sims 4 

In her POV:

Hello, this is me: Cyra Citrine. Citrine’s my surname, also the name of the crystal. My life is entirely average, but not that average. My parents had disappeared after they sent me to live with my great-aunt when I was a baby. Why did my parents give me away? The answer is that I don’t know why. Did they believe I’m in danger, wanting a boy or something like that? Still, I don’t know why. But I was raised greatly by my great aunt until I’m 18 and able to live on my own after high school graduation. Never had a boyfriend, but I was bullied a little bit until I made a flaming power on my bully, scaring her off. Yes, I have psychic abilities and I work as a librarian at the library. On every full moon, magical things and strange things happen to everyone in this world. My sun, moon, and rising signs are Leo Sun, Scorpio Moon, and Aries Rising.

I was born with the element of fire, Leo is a zodiac sign of Fire along with Sagittarius and Aries. Everyone was born with their zodiac signs and elements. Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water are the classical four elements. Some people have inner animals, spirit animals, and/or power animals. All of us have yin and yang in us, positive and negative. Some boys look at me flirtatiously, but their girlfriends are jealous. Someday, I just hope I get to see my parents again. Even so, I’ve been waiting to look for them somehow. I just hope the Universe gives me answers to find out where they are. I see the fire of the truth gives me the blaze, the fire of the truth gives me high spirits and even the high hopes give in.

Things are just so different in this world. Without my parents, I don’t know what my life’s gonna be right now. But I’m sure to find out where they are now and hope to reunite with them.

#the leo shifter #wattpad #writing #sims 4 #sims 4 cas #create a sim #sims 4 mods #sims 4 cc #sims 4 custom clothes #sims 4 custom sim #characters #sim character #writing characters #writers on tumblr #character pov #pov #point of view #leo character #cyra citrine

[secondratefiction]

South Park K2 starter that never got off the ground

(Kyles POV)

'Wendy wants to get back together.'

I'd been staring at my phone in utter silence for I don't even know how long. I guess shock really is a hell of a drug.

I shouldn't be surprised really… Stan and Wendy had been doing this dance our whole lives practically. Break up, make up, break up, make up. Wash, rinse, repeat, every six months since we were eight years old.

I should have seen this coming.

Stan showed up one night a couple months ago because the two of them had split again. He was drunk and babbling, and carrying on about how this time he really was done with her. It was all stuff he'd said before…

But then there were a whole bunch of things he hadn't said before…

Like how much I meant to him, and how he didn't know where he'd be without me. How he'd never really thought about that kind of stuff, but now that it was right in front of him, he didn't know how he didn't notice it sooner.

And like a complete fucking jackass, I believed him.

And for the last couple months, things between us had changed. Probably irreversibly. Not that we'd really gone public with the more romantic aspect of our relationship, but I've never been all that big on obvious displays of public affection anyway. And any of the smaller things we did was pretty normal for us anyway, so nobody not in the know would've picked up on it.

For me though, the whole can of worms had been busted completely open. And if fairytales and happy endings were real, that would have been fine. But this was South Park, happily ever after didn't happen here.

Which is what left me here.

Sitting in the middle of my bed at 9:43 on a friday night, with a string of texts from my best friend - who I'd spent the last two months unofficially dating - saying he was getting back together with the same girl I'd watch break his heart time and time again.

There was a deep ache in my chest and for a moment I could kind of understand why Stan was always so quick to bury himself in a bottle.

My phone buzzed, and it was the first time I realized I'd been crying. It was Stan, and despite the overwhelming pain throbbing in my chest I still answered it like I was on autopilot or something.

He was talking too fast for my brain to process, only catching every third or fourth word as I stubbornly tried to get it to function. From the little bit I could gather, and just generally knowing Stan, he was apologizing about Wendy, while at the same time wanting me to tell him what to do.

"Stan…" I finally cut in, and he immediately shut up, "Stan I can't…. Look, I can't help you feel better about this right now."

I shook my head as I started to pull my phone away, "Do what you gotta do, Dude. No hard feelings, I want good things for you two. But I need to be alone right now."

I hung up, and it took everything in me not to hurl my phone across the room. I couldn't breath, I can't sit still. I just… I need to do something. I can't just stay here all night, or I'm going to lose it.

It took three tries before I was able to get my phone open, and by then my vision was so blurry from holding back tears I almost couldn't see the damn thing once it was. I sat on the edge of  my bed, tapping my heel urgently as I waited for him to pick up.

Please pick up.

"Hello?"

He sounded half asleep and I worried for a moment if I'd woken him.

"Hey, Ken… is it ok if I come over?"

"Yeah, man, it's… it's fine. Kyle… is everything ok?"

".....No."

#south park #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #k2 #stan marsh #style - mentioned (break up) #character pov #first person pov

[imsosocold]

The Reasons Why Despite Everything We Could Work Together:

Because you keep all the gifts and cards your clients give you and you try to keep contact with all of them. 

Because you like sharing the cool things you found; rocks, shells, plants, bottle caps-

Because you get upset at objects when you lose them. 

Because you laugh at your own jokes. 

Because you can remember songs from decades ago and recite them word from word.

Because you annotate everything you read, even newspapers and office memos.

Because orange lilies are your favorite flowers and you decorate your office with them and you lovingly look after each and every one and when they die you take the remains with you and I’m still not sure what you do with them.

Because you really like blueberries but are so secretive about it for no reason

Because you think dogs are overrated but you still got your son one to keep him company.

Because you made Gazpacho and you insisted on sharing it with me and it just tasted like its ingredients but I still ate it with you and now it's my favorite food.

Because you’re always willing to offer a ride.

Because you let me steal your Rexine jacket and we laugh together at the reactions of the rest of the office.

Because you rarely smile but when you do it lights up the world. 

Because the expression of absolute pride you get every time you see your son, the flush on your face and the endless eagerness in your eyes. 

Because the way you present in court is like a poet reciting their work out loud for the first time; as fast as they can until they’re out of breath.

Because you’re such a curious person but you rarely ever ask questions.

Because you stand out with me when it storms even though you’re scared of them.

Because you have soft hands.

Because I got shot for you once  and whenever I make jokes about it you’d laugh along.

Because when you went against me in court you highlighted all the notes I had except for my conclusion.

Because one time you let me hold your son and he was so light I could barely feel him and I become so worried I would drop him and you gave me this look of total assurance like ‘ no, you won’t, it’ll be fine, you won’t drop him, it’ll be alright’ and I didn’t and when I looked down at him I was hit with a soaring sense of affection and connection and though the other members of the office teased me over it I knew they were just happy you were happy.

Because when we first met I was passed out outside the office and when I woke up you asked me if I was alright and I panicked and kneed you in the jaw breaking it but your first concern was getting me inside the cool dark office. 

Because there is only a finite amount of things I’m allowed to like and way too many of them are because of you and I like that. 

Date written: November 17th 2001.

#ace attorney #gyakuten saiban #manfred von karma #gregory edgeworth #shingou #character pov #character writing #fanfic? #ace attorney headcanon #noelle's rambles #I think this is the most indulgent thing I've written #i love it

[writing-with-gremworm]

Lament of a Branch

When a branch grows into a tree, many hunger for its fruit or cut its branches. When beauty is not enough, the tree becomes the basis of some other want.

Many seek me out with 'good intentions'. Morals that by human standards are honourable.

"Oh Archon, will you grant me this one wish? All I ask is for knowledge. You see, with the knowledge I can save my son."

"Of course, then I shall bestow upon you knowledge."

Some seek me to fix the 'mistakes' they made.

"Oh Archon, I beg of thee, give me just one leaf imbued with elemental energy to soothe my suffering pet."

"As you wish, take it and comfort them well."

Some ask me for purely selfish things.

"Oh, Archon! Please give me a leaf. I simply must hold its beauty in my hands."

"As you wish, but this is not something you may ask for again."

But you are the first to ask something new.

"Archon, I wish you would blossom independently of these people, for they have begun to take too much."

"That ... is a wish I am not permitted to grant."

You are the first to move worlds for me.

"Archon, I have found a way to ensure you're safety, come with me."

"What?"

"I've found out how to free you, to replant you in a garden much more suited for one such as you."

I was shaken.

Truly shaken.

No one had been so bold as to offer me something in return. No one thought a tree needed more than the sun.

"Archon, do you have a name?"

"No, I am simply an extension of Irminsul, I need no name of my own."

"Ah, but I think that's rather lonely. May I give you a name?"

"You ... wish to name me? Ah, I suppose a name can not hurt."

"Wonderful, then, I'll call you Rukkhadevata."

"You wish to name me 'God of the Tree?' Hahaha! Well yes, such is a fitting name. I like it."

You weren't good at picking names, but it was amusing nonetheless. I liked spending time with you. You would tell me things I already knew in ways I had never heard them. Your words shone like stars in the desert. I cherished them, however technically trivial they were.

So when I was faced with your mortality I was surprised that drops of water rained from my leaves.

"Hah, I never thought you'd cry for me. I'm sorry Rukkha, I did not mean to burden you like this."

Your words hurt more than I expected them to. When did you think you became a shackle?

"Rukkha, do you remember when you said I shined like the stars? You- have always been my moon. Though sometimes you are hidden in shadow, the nights when you are in full view you shine the most brilliantly of all. Thank you, for running away with me."

That was the first time I sobbed. As a tree, I was not supposed to cry. As a plant, it should have been impossible to cry. So why did tears pour so desperately as you began to grow weak?

It was a long time before I gave up your body. I sustained it for millennia until It was clear your eyes would never open again.

The garden was a place I cherished.

It held memories in the vibrant flora that surrounded us.

It became the place where I buried you.

I am Rukkhadevata, a holder of unfathomable wisdom, and the one who hosts responsibility for this land.

So why can't I remember your face?

Time flowed unbearably slowly until the day the withering struck your grave. The soil and flora surrounding where you lay were sucked dry of all the colour we had given it. I tried to isolate this blight with some vain hope it would also take me. I did not perish. After all, I was the originator of the blight.

It took me a while to understand what it was. That the principles you had protected me from made you into a vessel for my suffering. Is this why you claimed to be my burden?

I could never hate you for this. Rather, I began to loathe myself, the role I had been given and what leaving my position had led to. If this was retribution for my actions, then I would be swallowed by it.

I was blinded by my sorrow. I was blinded by the human emotions I had learned from you. I suppose that is why a 'hero' was born to cut the rotting branch from the tree.

"Archon! You have fallen from your place and cast a blight on this land, I, Deshret, am here to reason with you."

"Reason with me? Ah, one who does not even know my name wishes for reason? What more do you wish to take from me?"

"I do not wish to take anything, all I ask is-"

"That I purge the blight? That I give others power so they may help prevent the withering from spreading?"

"Yes, that is what I wish."

"Hah, I refuse."

Why would I purge the world of your only memory? You weren't a hero or poet, you didn't leave behind a legacy known to Sumeru, and you were the taker of the Archon, but who would believe a human did such a thing? If blight is all the remains, then blight shall consume all else. I will not forgive anyone who purges you.

"Why do you refuse? Are not the people of this land important to you?"

"They were, but not anymore. Those who could not fix themselves asked me for cloth to cover arrow wounds."

"Your ... leaves."

"You know well despite the time since I gave such things. I suppose that is in your archives, though I doubt you recall the one thing that matters."

"I may not, but perhaps I can pass on that knowledge should we be able to stop the blight."

"It's impossible. I can not remember their face, or their name. All I recall is the warmth they gave and the rules they broke to give it."

"I ... am sorry for your loss."

"A shame, if only you had come a little sooner. Before they were buried."

Silence remained for a long time before Deshret showed me something new. It was a technology that didn't exist before we left Sumeru.

"This ... Knowledge Capsule can contain information, but it can also contain other elements if modified a little. You could contain the blight within its shell and keep it, but it may burst forth in the future."

"I ... accept this arrangement."

You became a knowledge capsule. With you inside it, the world slowly regained vitality. I often visited the capsule, indulging in the memories I left inside it, and clinging to the fragments of you that weren't rendered inconsequential.

More time passed and soon I longed to recall more of you, to know what it felt like to be beside you again. I knew it was impossible, but this desire grew and I didn't notice the cracks beginning to form on the Capsule.

"Hello, Archon. I've come to rid you of your worries. Ah, I should introduce myself properly. Greetings, my name is Il Dottore. I have a way to bring them back to you."

It goes against the laws of this world to revive the dead, on all bases a true revival of the dead was impossible.

"Oh?"

But I listened to him anyway.

"All you need is their soul, after all, their soul contains their memories, but they're locked away so that rebirth is made possible. My soul shares many bodies, that is why I know this works. I can find them for you, all I need is access to that Knowledge Capsule."

"If you're lying to me I will stop at nothing to eliminate every version of you."

I decided to trust him.

"Worry not, I know exactly what to do."

I foolishly decided to trust him.

"I can even make their face suitable for you."

"Alright. How long will this take?"

"Five years."

Five years was so short, how could I pass up this chance to see you again?

"Then if you do not return in five years, you will no longer roam so freely."

Five years passed. Il Dottore arrived, and then I met with you. Your face wasn't the same, but your voice and demeanor felt the same. However, one thing was clear. You were infested with the blight, and your footsteps brought it with you even as you seemed to be fine.

"What do you want Il Dottore? You've brought them back, so what do you want? Knowledge? Life? Secrets?"

"I already have what I wish. Just make sure you protect them this time. You wouldn't want to be at fault for their death twice in a row."

His words struck me. Had I been blaming myself this whole time? Yes, I suppose I had. I guess that's why I ignored the little differences in you.

We spent time together again. We laughed, danced, read, and so much more. I remembered what bliss I felt from my indulgences with you. I felt so happy to have you back.

But I was never allowed to be happy, was I?

I had gotten too comfortable, so the sword that skewered us both came as a surprise.

"Deshret, is this what you meant when you warned me that the blight would return? That if I protected it, you would stop at nothing to save your people?"

"... Yes. I ... take no pleasure in seeing you like this. I understand the loss of your beloved, I know the pain forgetting their visage creates. But I can not abide by your actions. I hope that this at least, is merciful for you. That maybe, with a sword designed to seal power, you will finally rest.

"Hah, hahahahaha, I see. So this is how this ends. Deshret. Without my power, this place will become a desert. If you truly have someone you want to save, then I will grant you the last wish. Take this cutting from Irminsul, and shower it with love and knowledge. Maybe that tree will grow to be a better God than me."

"Archon-"

"Rukkhadevata"

"What?"

"They named me Rukkhadevata, let their name for me be how I am recorded."

"I- understand."

--

"I wonder what it's like out there." Nahida ponders.

"Haiz, there is only so much I can learn from dreams. I wonder what the previous branch was like. I keep hearing great things about her, but nothing more." She sighed, a bit frustrated by how limited this space was. But this was home. How could she wish for more if it wasn't safe?

But was it dangerous?

Nahida heard many prayers in her cage.

Wishes for health, fame, fortune, or beauty came in droves. But one wish stuck out to her above all the others.

"Archon, I wish you would blossom independently of these people, for they have begun to take too much."

Had they been taking too much? She did not know.

After all.

Nahida was a child.

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[sintreaties]

Do you have any suggestions for getting into the character's POV writing? I always feel like mine is superficial.

When it comes to that, I believe the most important thing is to figure out the voice of the character. Voice and characterization aren’t the same thing, but they do go hand in hand.

Whether you’re writing in 1st or 3rd person, you are presenting the world through the eyes of a specific person. The readers will have to figure this out on their own, so you’ll have to use specific lines, leave distinctive hints.

In order to put yourself in the character’s shoes, you need to understand what distinguishes them from all the other characters, that peculiar something that makes you go “oh, this is blorbo, isn’t it!”

These are the main questions that I ask myself when figuring out a new narrative PoV:

1) Is this character an introvert or an extrovert? (Meaning, do they passively let things happen around them, commenting to themselves about it, or are they playing a more active role in the story, influencing events and people around them with their actions?)

An example of this in my case would be how I write Kirari vs Ririka (for obvious reasons, I’ll use KKG characters for some examples). I usually write Ririka as someone who minds her business unless she’s forced to do otherwise (and that in itself is also part of characterization, and thus voice). On the other hand, Kirari likes to tease and meddle. If she’s observing a situation, rest assured that it’s only because she either caused it or because she will soon walk right into the middle of it.

2) How do they express themselves?

Ikishima is a rude ass motherfucker in canon. She can and she will curse as often as she pleases, both aloud and in her own thoughts. Her speech is generally crass and it can easily be jarring for those who are forced to listen to her.

Sayaka, on the other hand, fullfills a very important role; in a way, she’s an extension of Kirari within the school, thus she always strives to be impeccable — unless something or someone makes her lose her shit.

Things like cursing, language quirks, the use of dialect and slang are very powerful tools when it comes to shaping a character’s voice.

If you’re writing fanfiction, make sure to re-read or re-watch the source material and try to pay attention to their speech. If you’re writing original characters, figure out things like where they come from, their age, the things that influence them the most, the reasons why they’d speak in a certain manner or not, etc…

3) What do they like and what do they dislike?

Very broad, I know, and that’s exactly why it’s so useful.

If you’re writing from the PoV of a die-hard basketball fan they might make a point to use metaphors and figures of speech connected to that sport. If somebody hates the color yellow and they’re forced to speak with someone who’s wearing a yellow dress, the detail should have relevance, even if it’s so stupidly small.

Sights, smells, sounds, textures, tastes, places, people: literally every human experience calls for a reaction, pleasant or unpleasant. Use this to your advantage!

4) What are their physical traits?

A short person will see the world differently than a tall one. And a fat one from a skinny one, and someone who’s always been considered pretty from someone who’s always been made fun of because of their big ass nose— and so on and so forth.

To make a practical example, Terano uses a wheelchair so of course she won’t be happy to be faced with a flight of stairs. Yumeko has no stamina, so she’ll also have grievances to share.

The readers tend to bond with the characters, and that’s moreso true in fanfiction. Things like bonking your head on things when you’re too tall will make your characters more human, more similar to the readers — and thus more likeable.

Of course, this is a double-edged sword: half of the comments might be “ahah, I do that!” and the other half could be “oh instead of x I usually do y”. Make sure to know what you’re writing about, most importantly if you’ve never experienced the same things as your character.

That’s about all I do.

To summarize: make sure you nail down the characterization of the characters before you attempt to write from their PoV. Every little detail can and will help you express their voice, making it unmistakably theirs.

Of course, practice makes perfect, so the more you write, the easier it will become eventually.

For fairness’ sake, I will also add that this can be obtained on different levels, so I wouldn’t worry about being shallow. You’re not always supposed or able to interpret a character to its fullest, and that’s alright! We’re writers, not actors. Do your best, place all the landmarks that you can think of. I promise most of the readers will figure it out on their own.

Hope this helps!

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[slimeberry]

Shiver

An old snippet draft I had tucked somewhere in my Discord chats from months ago.

Becoming a ghost is a horribly uncomfortable time.

It always happens at the most inconvenient times.

A sudden unexplainable chill begins to overtake you. No amount of heat or layering makes it go away. By now you were aware of what it meant. All you could do is run and hide, hope you'll disappear from sight before someone spotted you.

The purification rituals you've gone through, the shoddy cleansing brews you've taken, exorcisms, charms, you name it. Best you can hope is that they stave off a shift a while longer, but they seem to be growing more and more ineffective. Your only real solution is acquiring something so rare and improbable you might as well give up and accept your fate.

Your temperature starts to drop. Doesn't matter if it's a chilly winter night or right in the sweltering sun, your body is quickly growing cold, your fingertips begin to turn purple, the scars on your body tear open, giving way to painful sores no remedy could ease.

Your slowing heartbeat thumps in your head, growing weaker and wearier as you resign yourself to the changes to come. If you tried to resist all you would do is enrage the monster and put your trusted confidants in a worse spot when they came around to deal with you.

The sickening miasma seeps deep within you, the pain spreading down to your very soul. One by one your organs begin to shut down, intense stabbing and writhing pains burning everywhere as your body tries to give up but can't.

Despite the intense agony somehow you're still conscious and aware. Tears well up your yellowing eyes as your nose and jaw forcefully push out your face. Your legs start to give out, lurching as your body expels a mass of festering flesh, blood and bile into the pavement.

It almost drowns the hollowness in your chest as you feel your heart stop, the dreaded moment when the baneful fox started to tear your humanity away once more.

And you began to revel in euphoria.

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