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august126 · 4 months

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✩‧₊˚𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯-𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰✩‧₊˚

Scaramouche x fem!reader

summary: scaramouche's big mouth got himself in trouble once more. after a rough night, his injuries are too much for him to deal with himself. although you're there to aid him, there are other needs he wants your help with

Warnings; Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot,Size Kink,Semi-Public Sex,Public Sex,Public Blow Jobs,Blow Jobs,First Time Blow Jobs,Vaginal Sex,Anal Sex,Outdoor Sex, and Eventual Smut.

A/n; Thank you all so much,OMG 300 followers !! It means so much to me, I hope you guys enjoy this.

you always found the night to be peaceful, in fact, you were a bit of a night owl. the stars always captured your attention, your comfort was in the night sky, and sometimes, you felt that the sky always felt the same about you. unfortunately, one night, the peace and comfort you once knew diminished as you were able to detect sounds of someone trudging through the mud. once at ease, your body tensed whilst you gripped at your weapon. no one passed by your abode, especially not at night. it was quiet near the bottom of starsnatch cliff. this was your station for the month; fatui were to be placed at different stations throughout teyvat as scaramouche had worked on 'delusions.' you owned multiple, one for each element. the archons were not as graceful as people say they are to be able to grant you a real one. thankfully, scaramouche was able to give you one, then another, then another, soon you owned all the elements. and then some.

your station was pretty open, resembling albedo's campsite in dragonspine.

"who's that?" your voice came out slightly shakier than you had hoped.

a small strained chuckle came from the figure in the darkness, "that's how you respond to enemies? 'who's that?' how intimidating."

you gritted your teeth and relaxed your shoulders. scaramouche. many thoughts ran through your mind, the most prominent one being, why was he here? mondstadt? he was supposed to be in inazuma. you had always tried to be kind to him, but if he was there for some stupid reason, basic manners would be the last thing on your mind.

"what are you doing here?" this time, your voice was stern and his figure became more distinguished as he came into the light. with more details being revealed, it was obvious he had gotten into a brutal fight. "why are you…" your thought trailed off as your feet moved without you, towards him. he had a smirk on his face, but worry also ran through his expression. his eyes fell and he swatted your gracious hand away. instead of responding, he thought an appropriate answer would be to rummage through your station, inferring he was looking for supplies to heal himself. a sigh escaped your lips, you grabbed your weapon and tossed it near him. his body was stiff while he explored your carefully arranged items.

exasperated, you gripped his wrist and turned his body towards yours, "what are you doing here? answer me this time." you repeated the question as his eyes finally met yours. his clothes ripped, his eyes heavy, and he had bruises along his body. although fully clothed, it was easy to tell there were more extensive injuries beyond what the eye could see. not to mention, his face. once clean and clear, now battered with cuts. your stomach flipped at the sight.

"i came to see you and well, there were people here who thought otherwise. i guess i'm popular around teyvat."

three seconds of silence and tension filled the air. your lips curled inward as your tried to stile a laugh. "well.. yeah." a huff of air came from your mouth instead of a laugh, "you're one of teyvat's most wanted fatui. you create delusions and the traveler wants you dead." the want to laugh becomes greater by the second.

"okay. ha. ha. not funny. are you gonna help me or not?"

his wrist slid out of your grip, "why should i?"

scaramouche's fingers gently wrapped around the bottom of his top. tilting his head enough to let his hat drop to a nearby table, his arms weakly lifted the shirt above his head and off of his body. your breath hitched at the sight of his well-toned -- injured abdomen. the bruises appeared black and the deep wounds were now crusted over with dried blood. your palms instinctively ran along his muscles, he didn't wince, but was clearly uncomfortable. you flinched away from him.

"sorry. i was just.. seeing if they hurt."

"of course they hurt."

"sorry."

"just help me. stop apologizing."

you sat him down on the most comfortable stools you were able to find. he lit another lantern due to the darkness of the environment, while he was struggling to light a match, you looked for your 'med kit.' well, it was a box full of bandages and alcohol. you hoped it would be enough. scaramouche's eyes glanced over at you, eyeing the box you held.

"idiot."

you were taken aback, "excuse me?"

"you heard me. what if something happened to you and this is all you had?"

your face felt hot and you were embarrassed, "nothing would have happened to me. i'm careful and i don't pick fights."

his hand found his way on top of yours, he dragged you towards him; his free hand slid underneath your chin, his thumb stroking your jaw. you could feel your face turn hot with each stroke. your face inched towards his, slowly, until he opened his mouth.

"i didn't pick this fight." he let go, dramatically. he turned away from you, letting his jaw face you.

your head fell slightly, hair covering your eyes. "okay, i believe you." he was injured, you had to be nice to him. you fiddled with the bandages in the box for a moment before placing the box on his thighs. "posture straight, please." all that mattered was patching him up.

your hands were covered in alcohol as you soaked cotton pads in the liquid. you gently rubbed the sterilizing product over his wounds. at first, it seemed like extensive injuries littered his body, but it wasn't all that bad. a large cut and a few bruises were near his rib area, scrapes were found all over his legs, but they weren't all that important, and his face -- it was fine. a cut. it'll scar up. he's a skilled fighter, you thought to yourself to calm yourself. you gently pressed your hands on his shoulders to encourage him to lean back. there was one last cut you hoped to clean near his hip bone.

"lean back." you stared at his abdomen area, it looked much better than before.

he laughed, "i'm not even hard yet. plus, is it advised to do such acts while injured?"

your eyes widened, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, you looked at him with a neutral expression. "i'm cleaning you up."

he rolled his eyes and complied to your demands, rolling his pants down slightly farther. you glared at scaramouche and he shrugged, "i'm giving you a better view."

sighing, you bandaged him up and clapped your hands against each other, removing any dirt. trying to tidy up the place once more, you grabbed excess scraps and tossed them back in the 'med kit' as scaramouche rose from the stool, trying to feel comfortable with the bandages. you finished placing everything back in the correct spot and bent over to place the 'med kit' back in a drawer. although he was messing around with his bandages, he managed to steal a few glances at you. once you stood up and felt more relaxed, you realized how tall scaramouche was. and how pretty he was. you couldn't leave him alone, especially not injured. you grabbed onto his hand and led him closer to you.

you tilted your head up to look into his eyes, "do you want to rest here?"

"what are you insinuating?"

"rest. sleep."

"where will you sleep?" he bent over your shoulder to glance at your bed. he craned his neck so his lips pressed against your ear, "unless you want to sleep with me."

continuing with the stone cold expression, you let out a dry laugh. "i'll sleep outside. i'm not even tired. by the time you wake up, you can leave and i'll be able to sleep."

the stars continued to twinkle. your eyes darted to the sky outside. the night sky, beautiful. scaramouche brought his attention to the same sky and shook his head. he grabbed his disheveled clothes and hat, attempting to put them on. confused, you stopped him from trying to leave, especially now. the quiet of night, but the loud of ones in it. you knocked his hat out of his hand and pushed him to the bed, encouraging him to get in. the sheets were warm, the bed was soft, you were so confused on why he couldn't just stay. fatui had slept together many times, one keeping watch, one sleeping. moments of wrestling, you managed to pin him to the bed. your face was red and sweat beaded on his face, heavy breathing filled the silence.

"stay. please." your voice cracked once more.

"i can fend for myself. you're not fooling me with your act. trying to be all nice, getting delusions from me."

you caught your breath as you tilted your head, such as a confused dog, "i am nice to you! genuinely! do you think i use you for delusions?"

"why else would you be nice to me? i have power, delusions, and money."

"so do i."

your brows furrowed, "fuck you, leave."

you sat on scaramouche's lap, pointing at the large gap being the exit. "leave."

he sat up, propping himself up on one elbow, sighing. "i'm sorry. i can't really fathom why you tolerate me"

"i don't."

he laughed at the snarky remark, his hands snaked around your waist.

"fiesty."

his face came closer to yours, his hands sliding to your lower back. your breath grew heavier, he smiled at the response, "how about you tolerate me for one night?"

soon, your lips were centimeters apart, "i'll allow it."

with those words, his lips crashed onto yours, the warmth of his breath filled your mouth. as his tongue explored your mouth, he fiddled with the buttons on his pants. as the buttons finally came undone, he used one hand to lift you above his thighs, just enough to slide off his bottoms. he pulled away and brought his mouth to your neck, "clothes off." your body moved on its own, without any debate, your hands began to strip yourself. his fingers slid along your waist, his right hand made his way up to your chest, the left aiding you in taking off your bottoms. he gripped onto your chest, cursing pleasures against your neck. the warm, sloppy feeling of his lips made you unknowingly grind against his thigh. you felt yourself growing hot against his skin, you yearned for contact, "please. take it off."

"of course, dear."

he removed your underwear, leaving you feeling too warm. he kept himself sitting up as you were able to rock your hips against his thigh, moaning each time you rubbed against his knee. your back arched, you felt yourself getting closer to climax, scaramouche supported you, his arm wrapped around your upper back.

"almost.. please."

scaramouche's nails dug into your thighs, making you halt quickly. he grabbed onto your hips, applying an immense amount of pressure on them. "you were going to finish.. without me?" you blushed in embarrassment, he lifted you off of his lap and laid you on your back gently. "i'll admit, you looked. amazing, but what type of person would you be if you left me hanging? don't i get to make you feel good too?"

the last sentence struck you, he wasn't upset that he wasn't getting anything for himself, he was upset he let you do all the work.

"you aren't as bad as people say you are." you swallowed your words.

the innocence in your voice, fueled him even more, the lust he felt made his eyes glow. as soon as your sentence finished, his fingers rubbed along you, the wetness causing many noises beyond the ones from your moans. he slid one finger in, essentially seeing how far he could push you. the one finger, while a surprise, didn't exactly do much for you. it wasn't until another finger slid in that made your body twitch, along with that, his palm pressed along the upper portion of your crotch, rubbing it as his fingers slid in and out of you. he managed to fit in another finger. your mouth had drool and moans seeping from it, you couldn't contain yourself. the pleasure made your back arch against his upper arm. soon, he gave up on being gentle, he slid his fingers out. the sensation of his fingertips exiting you made a small 'yelp' come out of you. he turned you over, lifting your ass towards him. this time, he had one hand inside you, the other fondling your chest. his fingers continued to pump inside and outside of you, curling at certain times, the heat from his fingers overtook all other senses. he continued to massage your chest, putting your nipple between his index his middle finger, pinching it slightly, soon, the knot in your stomach builds again.

"close. close.." your breath was heavy, words barely being distinguished between each heavy sigh. scaramouche's mouth turned into a smile, a growl came from the depths of his throat. in desperation, you stopped moving your hips against his fingers, sliding them out yourself. a thin trail of liquid coming from your entrance connected you to the tips of scaramouche's fingers. he didn't move or continue, he grabbed your shoulders and turned you over again. he stared down at you, eyes switching from looking at your eyes to your chest. your cheeks burn red and scaramouche's hands float over your body.

"are you okay? did i.. overstep?"

you smile at his softness, grabbing his hands, you place them over your chest. "i want you, um, inside me." you slide your hand down his waist, rubbing over some bandaids. his expression changed, eyes narrowing. "all you had to do was ask." he leaned back and motioned for you to take off his underwear. reluctantly, you slowly took it off, the waistband rubbing against his bulge, the waistband teased the slit on the head, forcing a groan come out his lips. your lips found its way to his penis, heat radiated onto your them. "put your mouth on it." he grabbed a handful of hair and smiled, seeing you in such a vulnerable state, "you look so beautiful as my little slut." your heart skipped a beat hearing his words, 'his,' your lips kissed his inner thighs, wetting them. his size made you worried, it was laid against his stomach, throbbing against his abs. you moved your way up, watching his hands clutch onto the bedsheets. he was too much for you to take in at first, the length hit the back of your throat immediately, but you persisted, testing your limits each time you bobbed your throat up and down. scaramouche thrusted into you, making you gag intensely, "i'm sorry, baby." he rubbed your head soothingly, encouraging you to continue. you felt his penis throb in your mouth, with one last thrust, hot cum filled your throat. your eyes filled with tears, your mouth relaxed and you lifted your head off of scaramouche. cum poured out the corners of your mouth, you did you best to swallow, but he filled you to the brim.

"you look pathetic, imagine signora seeing you like this." he wiped the cum away from your mouth with his thumb. you held yourself up, hands sinking into your mattress, your legs spread apart slightly underneath you. awkwardly, you lifted your leg above scaramouche's lap, beginning to straddle him. his eyes trailed down to your crotch, hand massaging your waist as you lowered your hips, entrance teasing the tip of his cock. pleasure immediately flowed through scaramouche's body, precum lubing his penis. any slight movement would have had his penis slide inside you easily, he began to test the waters, holding onto your hips, attempting to keep you in place, slightly above him. as a sign to let him move, you wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing heavily against it. scaramouche slammed his penis inside you, his balls slapping against your ass, sounds of skin slapping echoed into your ears. scaramouche whined slightly, praising how good he felt inside you, his hands gripped onto your ass, spreading your ass cheeks apart. you sat on the base of his penis, waiting for him to continue moving, in desperation you humped him, insinuating he continued. you couldn't move yourself, his penis was too big, feeling like too much pressure inside you. he kissed your jaw once, smiling against your smooth skin as he continued to pound into you. his penis spread you apart perfectly, the right amount of pain and pleasure. his hand striked your ass, turning it red as he moved his other hand to clasped onto your neck. you bounced your hips against his, making his cock progress deeper into you, reaching your sweet spot. your hands explored his back, nails creating artistic scratches onto him from time to time. "sorry.." you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, "for causing any more injuries.." his penis twitched, your clamped tighter onto him, cum streamed inside you. scaramouche groaned, continuing to pound into you, a small squeal came from your mouth as you creamed all over his penis, a mix of both of your fluids pouring out of you. you lifted your hips off of him, liquids streaming out of you. you spread your legs apart, pressing your fingers against you, cum accumulating on them. you pressed your fingers against his lips, his tongue licking your fingers clean. you pressed your body against him as you slowly slid down enough so your mouth can reach his wet penis. you licked the rest of the cum off of his penis, he squirmed against your mouth, his skin too sensitive. you swallowed carefully before yawning. scaramouche lifted you up from the arms, a soft smile painted across his face.

both of you lied down silently, recovering from the exercise. "you did great." he wrapped his arms around you, laying the both of you down. he winced slightly having your body press against his. "you'll patch me up tomorrow, right?"

you couldn't help but smile, "you're staying with me until tomorrow?"

"yeah, your station's kinda barren," he paused, "you need company."

"sounds like you like me"

"i do."

silence hung in the air, tension along with it.

scaramouche played with your hair tenderly, "and do you feel the same?"

"is it not obvious? you're going to make me say it out loud?"

"yes."

"i like you too."

"ah… do you love me?"

you turned to see his stupid self beaming at you, "yes. i guess. i tolerate you."

"please, tolerate me for more nights."

"shut up."

"anything for you."

"didn't i say shut up?"

he pressed a finger to his lips and held you tighter.

"night scara."

he rubbed your back softly, lulling you to sleep. again, not a single word came from his mouth.

morning came, sun shined on you two intertwined with one another. his clothes made a mess of your station and the sheets barely covered the two of you. the only thing that seemed to be in place was the two of you. you two felt peaceful and slept through the morning. together.

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overlysour · 1 year

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＃VARIOUS GENSHIN CHARACTERS♡ — THEM WHEN THEY’RE JEALOUS

VARIOUS GENSHIN MEN & WOMEN X READER ♡

Wanderer

He can’t help but want to savour your touches and smiles for himself but he knows he can’t keep you to himself.

You made an effort to interact with him, even with his big ego and judgemental comments. So why would you cheat on him?? What would you even get from that?

Also, his newly received anemo vision represented his freedom, so why would he take yours?

He would still be annoyed, probably rolling his eyes, glaring and overall being grumpy if he’s jealous, he’s not just gonna act like nothing is happening!

Might make a scene out of it… overall pretty petty even if you don’t get what you did wrong.

Probably ends up yelling at the person he’s jealous of after telling you someone needed help (did he throw an arrow at some stupid guy that stalks your neighbour? Yes! Was it just because he needed to distract you? Yes! (also partly because the neighbour wouldn’t shut up about how they have an admirer to you and he wanted attention)).

Aether

It really depends on the situation but he won’t act on what he deems to be unreasonable jealously. He thinks it’s unfair to act in that way when he’s been flirted with by many in front of you, though you still try not to react.

If he thinks it’s reasonable then he will act, just briefly though.

Would probably ask for help with a commission, muttering a sorry and making sure to give you a loving hug.

Understands the feeling of loosing someone very well so he’d want to still make it slightly obvious that you’re his and he’s yours.

Rosaria

Would likely threaten anyone making you uncomfortable in anyway.

If she’s just feeling jealous due to you speaking with someone closely then she absolutely won’t make a scene, though most likely asking who they were and what their relationship is with you.

Might make an excuse to walk off with you..

Overall chill but quick to threaten or drag you off.

Dottore

Doesn’t really come out of his lab much unless going to other nations for fatui missions so he wouldn’t really get the chance to watch you converse with others.

Though If he does get jealous then he’d be slightly colder to you then usual.

Petty as heck (much like many other characters but way more in a ‘I’m-gonna-kill-whoever-that-was’ type of way).

If you were his lover then he’d think high of you, meaning he’d think of stuff like ‘that measly brat doesn’t deserve someone like [Name]’

Wouldn’t make contact with the cause of his jealously, instead gaining small details about them just in case.

Quickly pulls you off, glaring at the probably already scared person.

Acts normal once away, might be the tiniest bit more affectionate.

Xiao

Understanding yet one to quickly go take out anger on any unsuspecting enemies he can find at that moment.

If it’s someone he trusts then he wouldn’t go let his anger out, instead opting to give you more affection then usual.

He doesn’t want to loose you, since he’s lost so many people over the years.

Though it wouldn’t to be death, he wonders if it’d make him feel worse knowing that he’d lost you to emotions.

Overprotective but watches from afar I guess??

Albedo

He’s well aware of human emotions but I think he’d be a little confused at first, like why was he jealous so easily? Also how is he feeling such intense feelings?

Treats it as an experiment on himself, though still making sure he’s keeping any more-than-friendly remarks off anyones tongues (he’d like to hope that you wouldn’t do that but he’s prepared to be a barrier between you two anyways)

Trusts you but won’t hesitate to send a cheeky smile at the person as he plants a kiss on your hand and you become increasingly flustered.

Ayaka

Absolutely makes no scene, she’d just feel a bit self-conscious.

If you give her lots of love then she’ll easily forget about it (though it may linger in her mind for a while no matter what).

Kind and collective, openly stating her worries with you if given encouragement or if you’re worried about her.

Venti

Honestly quite chill depending on what’s happening.

Though no matter the situation, he’ll butt in your conversation by kissing you and hugging your waist with an innocent smile.

Can be intimidating but would only ever act that way when no others can see him act like that, therefore nobody would believe the person and he’d be known as a cheerful and carefree bard!

Childe

Absolute child about it (pun not intended 😗).

He will hang onto your waist whilst he hugs your back as he glares at his source of jealously.

Acts like nothing happened afterwards, dragging you wherever suits him that he thinks you’d like.

Won’t really think about it again, only feeling the need to protect you from harm or people with the wrong intentions.

Diluc

Calm as long as it’s not much of a big deal, extremely understanding and not afraid to let people know that you two belong to each other only and any objections will be ignored.

If it’s a bigger deal then that, then he’ll keep his calm facade and act relatively normal and understanding but with a small loss of patience.

Worst case scenario, he’ll threaten them without a smile in sight.

Won’t pay much mind to what happened, only focused on perhaps kissing you on the cheek or hand a bit more.

Zhongli

A man that is genuinely not that easy to make jealous, seemingly always calm and knowledgeable.

If in a situation that he becomes jealous, he’ll kindly ask to speak with you and then express his feelings.

Would easily sort out any misunderstandings between you two.

To be continued. I will take requests on what characters people want included!

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lullabestie14 · 1 month

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Found this comment on Reddit. Couldn’t explain it better than this.

“It’s clear from Mist and Fury that the original ships were: Feysand, Nessian, Elucien, and Mor/Azriel. Like it’s so obvious the way she wrote Mor and Azriel; Mor even seems vaguely interested/torn about Az. Looking at interviews, SJM even talks about Elucien as a couple (eg where would they like to travel together, etc).

Flash forward to ACOWAR. For whatever reason (lack of chemistry with Az, wanting more diversity) SJM has Mor say that she prefers women. This time the Az-pining-for-Mor is more desperate/feels like a zero chance of being requited. SJM also introduces Az as a potential love interest for Elain because she loves throwing a wrench. Just because Elucien are mates doesn’t mean they’ll have it easy; SJM’s whole thing is angst. She had to throw in a love triangle to make it uncertain. This is the first couple where mate status is confirmed upon meeting.

But there’s a problem now. If Az and Mor are no longer endgame, who will they end up with? is it not suspicious that the two new characters introduced in SF (Gwyn and Emerie) just HAPPEN to be potentially be good partners for Az and Mor? Like it’s not a coincidence that Emerie looks at Mor and blushes, remarking how pretty she is. It’s not a coincidence that Az and Gwyn have so many interactions in the text. It’s not a coincidence that a “random side character” shows up in a bonus chapter.

When SJM created Gwyn and Emerie, it wasn’t just to give Nesta friends. These characters clearly didn’t exist when she wrote MAF. SJM wanted new characters that would solve her retcon of ending Az/Mor. She wanted to solve the Mor/Az retcon so bad that she created a NEW RETCON of Az going to Sangravah. Like why bother to add that detail if it’s not important.

Also: poor Lucien. His endgame heroine was supposed to be Nesta until SJM realized they would be terrible together and that Nessian had better chemistry. So she gives Elucien the mating bond. Like is she really going to fuck Lucien over TWICE? She loves him as a character and has put him through the wringer. Yes, I agree that SJM can change her mind and maybe is open to mate rejection, but Lucien has already switched love interests from Nesta to Elain! Who else is he going to switch to, considering that Jurian and Vassa are “at each other’s throats?”

Finally, please think about the number of books left. Ignoring novellas (which are probably gonna be fluffy ones like ACOFAS where nothing happens), there are two main books left. Two couples.

Option A:

• ⁠Gwynriel (Valkyrie growth, Illyrian rebellion, exploring Ramiel, Gwyn’s autumn heritage and maybe lightsinger?? powers)

• ⁠Elucien (Helion secret baby, defeating Koschei, freeing Vassa, fixing spring court)

Option B

• ⁠Elriel (mate rejection storyline, potentially some stuff above)

• ⁠?????

Literally WHO is the second book in this equation? Lucien and Vassa?? We barely know Vassa and there’s barely any connection to Night Court. And Lucien’s book is going to be depressing as fuck dealing with mate rejection; does anyone want to read two heavy books of rejection? Jurian and Vassa: again, we barely know them! At least with Tower of Dawn, Chaol had been a main character for a long time with POV. SJM will not do a full-length Emerie/Mor book as much as I would love for one. She’s very cognizant of criticism re: Mor bi rep in the past; she doesn’t want to open a can of worms and be accused of writing bad sapphic rep. If anything, I can see a fluffy Emerie/Mor novella with little angst (or them getting together in the background of other books).

So from a meta structural level, I don’t understand who the second couple will be if Elriel is endgame. Lucien/Vassa is the most plausible answer, but 1) we barely know Vassa, 2) she’s human and Lucien is immortal. So are we going to toss her into the Cauldron to make her immortal? Serious question, and 3) I don’t want TWO books about mate rejection, it’s depressing as hell. I can see one but not two.

But with Gwynriel and Elucien, you have enormous fan and audience interest in ALL FOUR CHARACTERS. They’re directly tied to Night Court and SJM so far has no intention of staying away from the core group.”

#acotar #elucien #gwynriel #sarah j maas #lucien vanserra #azriel #elain archeron #gwyneth berdara

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yurislotusgarden · 7 months

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Hii! could I request ranpo and chuuya with a fem s/o who makes cute bento boxes for their lunch at work? (I was curious on how this would go, feel free to add any details you want!)

My bento!

ʚїɞ Separately! Nakahara Chuuya, Ranpo Edogawa, Sigma x F!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ word count: 1764 (Chuuya - 537, Ranpo - 664, Sigma - 561)

ʚїɞ Have Sigma as an extra bcs my ass forgot it was meant to be Ranpo instead of him after I was done with Chuuya's part

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used (barely), reader’s gender is not specified that much

Nakahara Chuuya!

ཐིཋྀ He loves the bentos so much, well more like the fact that you take time to make them for him

ཐིཋྀ Tries to always eat them

ཐིཋྀ Once, when you started making them, he didn’t eat the food because he was so busy that day, and when he had a little free time, Chuuya decided it was a better idea to go on a stress smoke break (He tries to limit smoking to the minimum he can if you don’t like smoking/the fact that he does it. He knows it’s because you care about his health)

ཐིཋྀ It ended with you fussing over him eating almost nothing that day and he doesn’t like causing you stress or making you worry so he makes sure to eat those bentos😭

ཐིཋྀ He may be an executive but this man is not embarrassed at all to eat those bentos in front of people, no matter how colorful or cutesy the food looks

ཐིཋྀ Food is food, he’s not gonna not eat cause you to worry just because the bento is one that doesn’t look like someone like him would eat

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“Lad, may I ask where do you get those bentos from?”

It was a long time since Kouyou noticed Chuuya’s bentos, and she tried to ignore just how much she wanted to try one. The only reason why she didn’t is because she doesn’t know where he is getting them from.

The young woman looked at many shops in Yokohama and saw a few places with similar bentos, but it was easy to see that none of the stores were the ones where Chuuya kept getting his lunch from.

…She really wanted one for herself, especially with how obvious it was that they were delicious, kept quiet about it tho.

Chuuya turned towards the older woman, whom he came to see as an older sister over the years.

“They’re not bought from a shop.”

“You don’t buy them?”

“Not a single one of them. Actually,-”

Kouyou was confused. Where did he get a bento from every single day? She knows the younger of the two probably wouldn’t bother spending his free time making food for lunch definitely a day before, even if he did, it wouldn’t be so colorful or detailed. There were even rice balls decorated as bears and stuff, it obviously took time to make one. But if he wasn’t buying them, then the only other option that came to her mind was-

“- [Name] makes them for me.”

“She does?”

“Yeah, and she’s yet to make one I dislike.”

It all makes sense now to the red-haired woman. You have more free time most of the time compared to Chuuya, and you were probably aware of the eating habits he had before.

The fact that you take time, quite a lot it seems if Kouyou was to guess, the bentos are even detailed, in a very cute style if she was to say, made a smile appear on her face.

“Mhm, you wanna try?”

“How could I refuse such an offer?”

The food was even better than she thought. Kouyou made a mental note to ask you if you would have a problem with making two bentos from time to time.

Edogawa Ranpo!

ཐིཋྀ Another reason as to why he’s dating you -you give extra homemade sweets to the Bentos-

ཐིཋྀ He doesn’t even need to try to remember to eat it because he ends up eating it before lunch anyway -the reason behind you making more than one bento usually-

ཐིཋྀ He fucking boasts to everyone about the food😭

ཐིཋྀ “See what I have here? HAHA! Something you don’t and probably never will!” ← totally not Ranpo to anyone else -and totally not him to Dazai and Atsushi about the fact that they will probably never have homemade food like him-

ཐིཋྀ Don’t make the bentos with him in the kitchen unless you have prepared double the amount of food you plan to use. He uses any opportunity to snack on the not-ready-yet bentos

ཐིཋྀ BUT! He will share with you if he notices you’re hungry or just generally wanna eat it <3

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“C’mon give me just a little piece!”

“Nope! [Name] made it for me! Make your own if you want a bento at work, Yosano-san!”

“I can’t make such a bento Ranpo-san!”

“Not my problem!”

With a pout, the brunette turned his chair away, trying to eat his food in peace. It’s one of his favorite bentos! You put his favorites in this one! The only thing he doesn’t like in it is the veggies which Ranpo would ignore or throw out but he knows that he won’t get his favorite candy made by you anytime soon if he does (the others will snitch if he throws them out, especially Dazai and Yosano they did that the one and only time he did so. He learned a lesson from that after you didn’t cook his favorite like you said you would that morning)

Ranpo could practically feel the eye-roll done by Yosano. “It’s not like it’s the only bento you had today.” It’s true, he ate a similar one 2 hours earlier. “Doesn’t matter. It’s my bento either way.” A sigh came from the woman.

And right when one would think his problem was solved, another arrived.

“Ranpo-san! What an interesting bento you have there!”

“Go away Dazai. I’m not giving you a single piece of my food!”

“Oh c’mon! You can spare a little!”

“Nope! Especially not when it’s [Name]’s cooking!”

Seriously, can’t they leave him alone? He knows your cooking is good, everyone at the agency knows that! But he wishes that you’d never let Dazai taste your food. The bandaged man has horrible eating habits, you both know that, and yet he always tries to get his hands on Ranpo’s bentos. The audacity!

Ranpo could tell that Dazai's annoying mouth was about to open again before someone interrupted him.

"I can make bentos for you too if you like them so much, Dazai-san"

Isn't that his angel who came to visit him at his oh-so-tiring job? Lovely timing, if Ranpo was to say, but there was one problem.

Among ‘hello’s and ‘hi’s from others upon noticing you, gasps could be heard, from 2 men specifically.

"You would do that for me?!"

"Excuse me?!"

What is this?! There's no way that you’re gracing anyone else with the perfection that are your his bentos!

“Hm?” It’s easy to see for anyone in the room that you were confused.

“[Name]-chan, if you could be so nice, could I ask for a bento with cra-”

“No no no! Shut up Dazai! She’s not making you any bentos! In your dreams!”

In the end, while Ranpo and Dazai at first thought that you wouldn’t make the taller brunette a bento after your conversation at that moment, you indeed did as a surprise.

The best detective in the world didn’t like that but he allowed you to after bribing him and reminding him that if you can get Dazai to eat, you will, no matter if Ranpo will allow you to make a bento for him or not.

Dazai's happy scream the next day could probably be heard throughout the whole building.

Sigma!

ཐིཋྀ He didn’t think he’d be able to adore you more than he already does, and yet you found a way to make him do so

ཐིཋྀ He tries to eat the bentos every day but it isn’t that rare that he forgets about eating altogether when faced with a mountain of paperwork or problems in the casino

ཐིཋྀ He loves how they look and taste. He, at one point, will ask if you can teach him how to cook. Like not even necessarily a bento, just to learn since he doesn’t want the kitchen to end up in flames one day, he’s aware he sucks at cooking

ཐིཋྀ He probably would be a little embarrassed by eating it. Not because of how colorful or cutesy they are, but because of the looks he gets from people who see it.

ཐིཋྀ The stares aren’t criticizing or anything, others just don’t expect that their boss/the manager of the casino would eat food that looks like that

ཐིཋྀ Someone was probably jealous because he has homemade bentos like that and they have some store-bought sandwiches 💀

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“It’s mine actually. Sorry, I forgot to take this from here earlier.”

The man standing in front of the bar was shocked.

He’s been sitting there and drinking not too much for some time now. At one point he noticed the bartender taking out a bento from under the bar, the lid see-through enough to see the food inside. He has to say, the detail and overall look were very cute, it definitely took time to make it look so.

The man had thought that the bento was made by someone for the bartender (In his mind it was a fair thought as he didn’t think that one could buy a bento like that anywhere close to a place like this. Especially if you work there).

The slightly shorter man changed his thought upon noticing that the bartender didn’t touch the food he had taken out (later on the lunch break he took out something else to eat)

Around 2 hours after the lunch break, -the bento still untouched, he noticed- the man decided to finally ask, curiosity winning over after all the time spent at the bar seat.

“Excuse me, who is the owner of the bento? I couldn’t help but notice that it hasn’t been touched at all.”

And he really chose the worst time to ask that question didn’t he? Right as the person to whom the bento belonged to, came.

“I-It’s yours sir?”

“Yes, why?”

How is he supposed to answer? That he didn’t think that such a cute-looking bento -that if he could he would consider stealing, it looks delicious and definitely better than his sandwich- can belong to the ever so stoic and calm manager of the sky casino?

“No reason! Was just that curious, that’s all! after all, the bento was lying here for the past, almost, 3 hours by now.”

“Ah, understandable then”

The bi-colored-haired man turned to the bartender, who was already giving the box over to him.

“Thank you for keeping it here for me, Shuichi-kun”

“no problem, Sigma-san. [Name]-san also told me to tell you-”

Yeah, the man needs a break from the confusion and shock for the next week.

And Sigma? He’s just happy you leave the bentos somewhere he can take them from when you know he’s busy.

Notes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Do not copy or translate my works on/to any site

#Can't believe I realized I'm writing a wrong character only after I was done #like completely #wtf #bsd x reader #bsd #bsd x y/n #bungo stray dogs #bsd x you #x reader #sigma x reader #chuuya bsd #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #ranpo bsd #bsd ranpo #ranpo bungou stray dogs

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autisticlancemcclain · 3 months

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What’s your most hated fandom characterization for each of the main 7?

hoo boy am i glad you asked. although i’m gonna be real, my issue is less with fandom characterization, because you do you i don’t give a shit, and more with how people go batty if you personally are not a fan of fanon characterizations.

like, lemme be obvious and talk about my biggest example. i am a brown eyed lance truther. we know this. the amount of weirdo comments, weirdo DMs, and weirdo asks i get is atrocious. i post a lot of them bc they’re so stupid they’re funny but the amount of people per week that tell me to kill myself is lowkey wild. the amount of people that love to say some variation of “i liked your fic but you ruined it by making lances eyes brown! his eyes are blue!” and i’ve checked other brown eyed truther’s fics — either they delete their comments better than me, or they do not get the same thing. idk what the deal is lol.

i will concede to the point that i’m a contrarian and annoying about it, but a list of the following non-fanon headcanons/characterizations i hold that have been commented on in some derisive way:

- bitchy hunk (lol)

- non “cinnamon roll too pure and baby and good for this world” hunk*

- allura is a good character (🤡)**

- allura is a sweetheart

- allura is not a drill sergeant

- kuron was a good iteration of shiro

- red paladin lance/black paladin keith/blue paladin allura

- retired shiro

- pidge is not cruel

- pidge is not an infant and can handle things a regular 14-15 year old can handle

- small details are irrelevant (think lances family, exact prekerb details, etc)

- keith gyeong and lance sanchez

- fucking brown eyed lance. i’m saying it again

- tall keith

- non omega keith***

- readmores

- autistic lance

- adhd keith

- non asshole/cruel keith

- comphetting gay lance****

- shallura

- bi shiro, demi keith, essentially any sexuality headcanon that isn’t mainstream

- hunk who isn’t food obsessed

- that’s about it

*stop infantilising hunk

**the allura hate is ridiculous and largely rooted in anti-Blackness. it should not be a fight to say that she had a reason to feel betrayed by keith’s heritage, that she did not “get in the way” of klance, that her death was stupid and ridiculous, that she is often pushed over in favour of klance (not as in she’s less popular, but that her/her death are used as a plot device to further klance), and that she is as interesting, nuanced, and multifaceted as the rest of them.

***people, inevitably, feminize characters in fandoms (largely because many people in fandom are young women, i know i feminize characters simply bc i’m making them like me and i’m feminine lol), and my issue is that people (in the general sense, not everybody) love to feminize keith and then get really mad if anyone else is feminized. this is not about fem or trans woman keith btw. this is about people omega-ifying him and then losing their MINDS if i don’t share that headcanon.

****i literally only wrote this once and then never again because people lost their minds. but as much as i love bi lance, i think it’s interesting that usually, when we see “boy crazy” or “girl crazy” characters, especially if they have a lot of chemistry or homoerotic tension with a same-gender character, people are like oh ya that’s comphetting. that character is desperately trying to outrun the gay thoughts. but with lance, who was definitely girl crazy and cared more about having a girlfriend than actually dating and falling in love (think “mrs blue lion” — he didn’t give a fuck about who he was marrying, so long that it was a girl), calling him gay will have people saying you’re erasing bisexuality. as if he was not fucking straight in the show. so.

sorry this is so bitter and ranty lol. been in a mood

#and have been wanting to complain about this specifically for months #so thank u for that #longpost #vld headcanons #rant #ask

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cq-studios · 2 months

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Do you have any screenshots of your favorite details from KHUX?

HAHAHAHAHA, yeah I do

Gonna just drop a read more here 'cause if y'all know me at all you know this post is probably gonna be 10KM long lol

So, I'm gonna try to hold myself back a little because I literally have like 10 pages of notes about specifically stuff in the backgrounds and I doubt the internet will find my bench and lamppost count interesting. (Also image limit lol)

I'll list just 4 things for now (in no particular order) and talk about them a bit underneath.

NUMBER 1 || STREET SIGNS

So there are four street signs that we’ve seen in Daybreak Town. Two are in the Fountain Square (A and B), one is in the Marketplace (C), and one is in the Clocktower Outskirts map (D).

For B and D it’s pretty easy to figure out what the represent. B is a clock, probably representing the Clock Tower… or maybe the best place to see the Clocktower because it’s in Fountain Square. The overall shape of it is different from the rest of the signs so I imagine that means something. D is a gondola or canoe of some sort, which makes sense because it’s next to stairs that seemingly lead to the canal that runs through town. Maybe there’s a ferry system of some sort?

A and C I’m less sure about. The designs don’t really bring anything obvious to mind. Maybe C is Munny because it leads to the Marketplace? I’m not sure.

NUMBER 3 || DOOR UNDER FOUNTAIN SQUARE

See what makes this interesting to me isn’t just the fact that apparently Fountain Square is hollow underneath (maybe for pipe repairs or something, I don’t know) but just the general fact that a lot of structures in this town, that maybe shouldn’t be, are hollow.

If you look even some archways have windows, so there has to be an open space inside, right? Most of them seem at least connected to houses so I assume they’re basements or something. (The one by murder house gets me tho, like that’s right under the bridge. Who’s living right under the bridge)

And I also feel like this leads into the fact that, similarly but not as extreme as in Scala, Daybreak Town is kinda built on top of itself. Maybe that’s a symptom of being around so many (and possibly on) mountains but I still feel like it should be talked about more.

NUMBER 4 || LIGHTHOUSE INTERIOR MAP

There is so much to unpack here but I’ll try to keep it brief.

So I’m pretty sure this is one of, if not the oldest building in Daybreak Town. Two reasons.

1. Instead of having little wall lamps, like the rest of the town and buildings, all the light seems to come from mounted candles.

2. There are swords (A) on the walls and not Keyblades. Why would the Keyblade town not have Keyblades on its little shield emblem? Is it possibly because it was there before Keyblades?

This staircase here (B) is also the only known (not sewer drain) way into the waterways. It leads into the sewers then out to the little dock below the Lighthouse with the boat, hence the sign.

There’s these maps here (C) that I don’t really know what to say about, but is definitely worth pointing out. They’re all the same and I assume show the layout of the area surrounding the town (the darker parts being water). It could be a world map though (darker part being continents)… I don’t think we’ll ever really learn lol

And also I don’t know what this is (D) but I think it’s interesting that it has writing on it. It kinda gives me the vibe of those flat on the ground gravestones…

NUMBER 5 || BANNER

Daybreak Town actually has a flag it’s all over the place and you’ll start to see it everywhere if you look for it. They also kind of look like the banners in Radiant Garden. The colours and shape/mounting are the same but the designs on the flag itself (and mounting) is different.

I have no clue what that implies, if anything, but I figure it’s worth pointing out ‘cause it’s interesting.

#This post took a lot longer than I wanted it to lol #but I hope you enjoy my brain rot #there’s so much I could point out but I think if I did any more the post would never would've been finished lol #actually writing thoughts down is a killer lol #(like originally there were going to be 7 but for whatever reason my brain was not letting that happen)#(so I’m just letting there be the 4 lol)#khux #kh #kingdom hearts #sometimes i think about khux

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bored-trans-lesbian · 4 months

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A Starstruck Odyssey, and Masculinity

I have thoughts and am just gonna unload them on Tumblr. That's what we do here, right? I recently have been re-listening to Starstruck and have had some thoughts on it's depictions of masculinity. This isn't a serious post per se, just some thoughts and observations. Starstruck has a wide spectrum of masculine characters on display, though a lot of it is hostile/toxic. Most men or male-coded characters are either outright villains, or more neutral parties with some toxic and selfish tendencies. Don't get me wrong it's a wild violent galaxy and that's the point, the entire party participates in scamming, kidnapping, exploitations, and unnecessary murder and we love to see it, it's not like it explicitly makes all men out to be inherently more monstrous and evil than others. But I do think the depictions of masculinity can be interesting to observe. Amercadia is a pretty cut and dry critism of the patriarchy and American nationalist culture, which is fantastic worldbuilding to include. Many of the masculine-coded androids are actually pretty nice, friendly and helpful or serious about their jobs, aside from a bitchy one in the beginning who injects our main 'droid with an anxiety spike about being one of a kind. Pretty much all of the Slugs we meet occupy masculine bodies, and they seem to have an abstract gender that picks up pronouns from the body they occupy, though the monarch is objectively a king and uses masculine pronouns even before getting a body, and he's pretty selfish and stupid.

But the main pair I'm thinking of, is Barry and Gunnie. Looking at the two of them, there's a lot you can assume. Big Barry Syx is this massive, bulky dude in power armor and shades with a mullet, while Gunnie is a 4' 11" techie cyborg with a big ol' smile. Listen to them in action and many of your assumptions are reinforced; Barry is a total dude-bro associated with nuts, steroids, working out, and acting much like gym bros in our modern life, while Gunnie is a hyperactive technician just doing his best, despite being mired in sympathetic tragedy. Barry's trauma is fairly fantastical or common to stories, having his family gunned down by one of his own, while Gunnie is mostly weighted down by medical debt after he got in an accident after trusting the wrong person. Based on these apperent details one would assume Barry is this toxicly masculine jackass who's insecure about his flaws, while Gunnie is the smartest man on board and is trying to keep everyone in line, doing the right thing, ect. And of course, you'd be dead wrong. Gunnie, while a sympathetic and likable character, is *mired* in toxic masculine traits. While it was an accident that put him in his situation, it was brash foolishness and ignoring obvious red flags that got him in that position in the first place, not to mention a rebellion against his family driving him to it. Furthermore, as Lou himself admits in Adventuring party, Gunnie's *pride* is the reason his problems are so vast; He comes from a lot of money, his initial debt might have never happened or mostly gone away to begin with if he went back to his dads for help. His toxicity doesn't make him an unlikable character but he does have these traits. He's brash, prideful, and ignores common sense a lot. He is also very nice and friendly with others, listens to people, ect. He doesn't have *every* toxic trait in the book, but has them which I tend to not even notice because he's just a funny little guy. Barry, meanwhile, is just about the most wholesome and giving person in the entire 'verse. Syx *And* Nyne, when not under a slug's control, are these total sweetheart bros. Sure, they shit talk each other with friendly ribbing, and yes they are very good at violence, but this violence is always motivated by helping those in need or fighting for those who can't fight for themselves, the Barry Battalion way. Barrys hate it when people are rude, or hurt the innocent. Barrys fight for their friends, provide endless support and praise, and will throw their very bodies into danger to protect or help, as seen on Rec 97 and in the big finale of the battle of the brands. And while the thing the love most is other Barrys, that does not mean that what they respect is also being heavily macho dudes. Barry one (or was is spelled differently? Barry Won? who knows) was the professor who created the other Barrys, a nerdy and fragile professor type, that the Barrys loved and treated as a fellow Barry *literally* the moment they were created. Even Syd is a Barry now, and that's accepted both by Barry Syx who's known her a long time and bonded with her, as well as Barry Nyne who literally, to his perception, *Just* met her, despite her appearance as like a waitress with an arm canon. Being a Barry, in other words, isn't about being just like them, having the name Barry, or anything like that. It's a vibe, it's a way to be, and the 'verse is better off with these super wholesome boys who, despite embodying many stereotypes of the gym bro, posses *none* of the commonly toxic traits also associated with that. They aren't insecure around smarter people or those with different skillsets, they hold no gendered assumptions, and they never wanna use their might to opress others for their own satisfaction.

Just, some thoughts.

#dimension 20 #a starstruck odyssey #barry syx #barry nyne #gunthrie miggles rashbax

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lynnlovesthestars · 4 months

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Serendipity.

Pairing: Astarion x OC (Lynn, changeling.)

Genre: fluff? idk not gonna lie..

Warnings: blood sucking, messy kisses?, my messy writing is a warning by itself.. honestly not much..

wc: 1.7k? fairly short but it was a blurb i accidentally wrote at 3 am.

summary: astarion was supposed to have a meal and ended up catching feelings- or something like that.

AN: as i said its messy, maybe i should have sent it to someone to beta read it but also my therapist told me to not give a shit n post.. anyways i hope it was somewhat good cause im low on motivation lately ahah!\

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Lynn and Astarion had built a small feeding routine over the few weeks they had started traveling together, where the changeling would offer him blood a few times a week when he didn’t get injured.

The changeling didn't expect to be so affected by their little plan. It was supposed to be easy: feeding and leaving, nothing more and nothing less. So how did he end up in a weird tangle of emotions?

Lynn had forbidden himself from feeling anything but anger, yet he couldn't stop his heart from going batshit crazy whenever the two Were close.

That day Lynn had been feeling cold, as the lack of sun in the underdark would expect, the reason why, when Astarion looked for him that night, he had found the changeling in a cocoon of blankets reading a book.

“I hope you’ll share that novel with me.” He chuckled as he stepped closer, crouching next to the bundle of blankets that was Lynn.

The changeling had not heard him as he sneaked in, and it became obvious when he had jolted up. “Gods you scared me” He held a hand to his chest as he heavily panted.

“Sorry, my precious” He smiled.

Lynn didn't like to admit how Astarion’s sweet names affected him, they had been growing closer though he wished for more.

Anyway, it was in these moments, when silence would dawn on the two, that Astarion would feel the ghost of his heart fluttering, jumping to his throat as he noticed those little details about Lynn.

In that moment it was the faint line of a cut on his neck, as if he had been decapitated and sewn back together. He wanted to lean in, trace that scar and press his lips to it. Astarion mentally cursed himself at the thought, he had been so drawn to the changeling, that whenever he was in his mind he couldn’t help but derail to thoughts he was terrified of.

Nevertheless Lynn was the one that moved forward this silence.

“‘Starion, you are here for your dinner, right?” He asked softly as he eased down under the warmth of the blanket again.

“Uh, yeah” He rubbed the back of his head. “But if you don’t feel like it tonight we can-”

“No please, come in here..” He invited him under the blanket with a soft smile, a smile Lynn had not wasted for many before, lifting the bulde just enough he could slide in without dispersing too much heat. “It’s cold tonight, like this we will be warm” He murmured tenderly.

The elf swore he felt like everything faded away from around him as he was engulfed by the comfort of the duvet and Lynn’s closeness. It was so much and not enough at the same time.

“There you go” The changeling laid on his side to make more room for Astarion as he moved his hair to the side to expose the raw pinpricks on his neck.

“You’re sure? I don’t want to ruin your blanket accidentally” Astarion murmured as he gently traced the hollows where his fangs last bit.

Lynn couldn’t hide the goosebumps that settled on his skin as he nodded and as his usual he wrapped his arms around the elf’s waist, helping Astarion relax in the intimacy of the moment.

Neither of them knew how they did it, how the simple act of wrapping one’s arms around someone to bring them close, could ease any uncomfortable feeling that could go through them.

Lynn felt his throat suddenly going dry, as Astarion grazed Lynn’s neck with his lips, his face warmed up with a flush, and for a moment he was glad Astarion could not notice the blush.

It felt as if he wanted to leave a kiss against the pale skin, but just the remote thought would make him run.

It didn’t matter how many times he’d be cradled in his arms and felt the sting of the bite pierce through his body, Lynn would always feel his heart race when Astarion’s lips would cup the wound and would start draining him of his blood.

In that moment, he felt like everything was amplified tenfolds, the way Astarion delicately held his head and clutched to his hip, or the hushed sounds he’d let out as he fed. The blanket, he blamed the blanket for the heat that rushed through his body, for the incessant thrumming of his heart.

He felt his body go through so much: he would feel heavy while simultaneously feeling lightheaded, he would feel soft while feeling rough, he’d feel like he was finally breathing while also being breathless.

Astarion wanted to be slow, tender, let the sweetness of the changeling’s blood rush slowly against his tongue, and get lost in the intrinsically private moment.

His arms kept the body from slipping away, as if he was terrified Lynn would walk away from the embrace. Not from the feeding, but from Astarion’s soft clutch, afraid of him.

Lynn hummed as Astarion tongue quickly lapped at the wound, collecting the blood that was still spilling out.

The two were breathless, forehead pressed against each other, still dazed by the exchange. They wanted to blame the closeness or the blanket that was shielding them, but that would have been lying to themselves.

Astarion’s fingers were still laced in Lynn’s hair, while Lynn’s hands now rested on Astarion’s cheeks, gently caressing the skin of the elf.

Of all the times they laid like that, this moment was when he realized how soft Lynn’s hair were, or how warm and calming his breath against his cold skin felt, or how delicate the touch of the changeling could be. He could feel his breath still affected by the softness of each other’s touch.

It was one of those moments where one would hope they would be sane enough to read each other’s eyes, to catch that feeling that was juggling between them, or they could read each other’s mind, cause they wondered if their lips would taste just like how they imagined.

They didn’t even speak, it was astounding how the two didn’t want to let go of the other.

Lynn had been the one to find the courage, he gently pulled him closer, tangling his fingers in his curls as he crashed their lips together.

On his lips he tasted what divinity felt like, as Astarion's grip became ironclad on his waist.

Their kiss was breathless, desperate as they couldn't let go of each other. When one would take a moment to breathe, the other would itch to close the distance again, lingering close until their lips were not tangled again.

If the whole camp would have been silent, the only sound that would have reverberated would have been their breathy pleas.

“Don't go” Lynn begged as he lingered close, earning another kiss.

This time Astarion was tender, he caressed Lynn’s cheek as he eased. His usually taught body became nothing more than gelatin as he pressed himself against him.

“Not going anywhere” He murmured as he kissed him again. Their lips teased, sucked, clasped as they desperately clung to each other. They became one as the night swayed between sighs and caresses. Their clothes were long forgotten as they laid forehead to forehead, cradled against each other as they let their tongues do the talking for them.

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elvenbeard · 5 months

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Basking in your warmth ~

Poses by @arcandoria Flower Props by @pinkyjulien

HHHHHHH ökajshdfasf ;___; ramblings incoming don't mind meeeee.

Okay listen like... everything about this has me on my hands and knees. The lotus as a symbol of rebirth fits both of them so well like, for obvious reasons. They're both getting another shot at life in their story and get to find each other and often understand each other better without words. Y'know, the kinda relationship where it's like "where have you been all my life" but also feeling like you've already known each other for ages. Johnny being stuck in Vince's head surely contributes a little bit to the kind of familarity, but it goes way beyond that. Both Vince and Kerry know what it's like to forge your own path, work your way up from the very bottom, even if they had different starting points. Vince knows what it's like to fall, and Kerry is so scared of it, I'd like to think he can easy many of his fears or at the very least understand them well and be supportive. Kinda like "I'll catch you if you fall".

Then the poses aösdhfasdfadsf first of all the love poured into making them, the love for detail in the placement of every finger ;__; I'm such a sucker for it. And this set in particular idk... It kinda gives off biiig "I love your body exactly how it is, with all its (perceived) imperfections" vibes, idek why... But like, both of them have been through a lot. Vince, even though he is very comfortable in his body at this point, still struggles with his body image and dysphoria sometimes. He does not hide his scars, but even though they are healed well by now, there's "imperfect" aspects about them he is insecure about. And in general, with every new guy he meets that he could imagine being with there's always the nagging feeling at the back of his head "am I going to be enough the way that I am?" And I think in a way that's something Kerry can understand only too well, even as a cis guy. He's been so in the public eye, so perceived constantly, probably underwent a lot of the treatments and operations to give him that kind of appearance and body as a nearly 90-year-old man... he also must've been standing in front of the mirror more often than not wondering "am I ever gonna be enough?" for anyone, at any point in time.

aösjhdfasfjasdf incoherent ramblings end! I just... love them so much okay ;_; Most unlikely of couples at first glance, but they have so much that connects them below the surface, and they deserve their cosy, peaceful happy ending with each other.

#cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne x v #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk 2077 vp #cyberpunk vp #cp2077 vp #virtual photography #mlm #vincent ezaki #otp: to bad decisions #my vp #I'm not crying it's just raining on my face ;__;#if tumblr bonks this I'll be mad #I mean look at the tasteful lotus censor!!

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indieyuugure · 10 months

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Hi indie!

First I wanna tell a good news to you！Your comics have received many praises in my country！Fans here just like,super crazy，keep screaming,can't wait for the updates LoL.Thank you again for authorizing me to translate them!

Next, It's my own question,the treatment effect that Leo gave Mikey exceeded my expectations,which cured his burns and enabled him to carry 2012!Leo.I mean,In original series the treatment magic(I forget its name）was not as good as that...Is it because Leo's ninpo enhances its power？

Omg! I’m so glad people are liking it! *^v^* thank you again so much for translating it for me and making it available to people in your country! You’re awesome! :D

So Healing Hands(that’s the name of the healing magic) is…not exactly explained very well in the the 2012 tv show. It only shows up in one episode, “The Deadly Venom” (ep18 s3) and it’s power varies a lot in intensity.

The first time it’s seen, Splinter uses it on his broken leg, although it would seem all it does is numb the pain. He teaches Healing Hands to Leo and that’s the one he uses throughout the episode. However there are two known mantras. “Healing Hands” and “The Venom Mantra” Leo only learns Healing Hands until the last 5 minutes of the episode where he has to help Splinter heal Casey and his brothers who got hit with Karai’s venom.

So it’s never explained why exactly when Splinter uses Healing Hands, it barely does anything, whereas when Leo uses it, it’s able to counter an extremely toxic venom and heal snake bite wounds in seconds. Now the obvious reason is because plot, but that’s not very helpful for making a concrete canon logic. So I decided it was linked to how much energy you give it! Splinter didn’t want to feel exhausted after cause he wanted to keep sparingly with his son, so he gave it just enough to make it stop hurting, Leo was fine giving up every last bit of energy, cause I mean if it didn’t work he, his brother and Casey were gonna die, so he gave it everything.

In my comic I show it exactly that way. I imagine it works by condensing energy into the palms of your hands and directing it onto wounds to heal them. I never really thought to connect it to ninpo, but one thing I have had in mind with the Rise universe is that magic is easier to access and wield; The laws of the universe aren’t fighting against you so it’s much easier to use magic there. Though I guess you could throw a wrench in that and say that “well when Leo used healing hands on Mikey, they were in the 2012 universe.” Yes that is true, but it also took everything he had to heal him and almost immediately passed out afterwards. I suppose you could also say that learning to use his ninpo has taught him how to use magic easier, essentially making Healing hands more efficient/effective.

But in the end I really don’t know. TMNT 2012, while it has it’s shining moments, it’s also riddled with plot holes, canon inconsistencies and random details that are only relevant for one episode. Again, idk I’m just trying to make sense of this stuff here lol XD

Good question! :]

PS. I’m realizing now that the way I depicted “Healing Hands” is suspiciously similar to Healing Water in ATLA :\ whoops. Lol

#tmnt #rise of the parallel #ninja turtles #q&a

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unsoundedcomic · 2 months

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Do Ssaelit still know/acknowledge stories of the Twin Gods, such as Tirna's banishment? Other than the obvious one, are there ones where details of these stories change between the Ssaelit telling and Gefendur? (and it's probably a spoiler but i'm definitely interested in how some of these are gonna stand apart with the fraternal Gefendur)

Oh, yeah, the Ssaelit believe all of it. There is no Ssael without the Twin Gods he slew, right? The Ssaelit celebrate many of the same holidays even, they just give them their own twist. Like in the comic, yesterday was Tirnasday. The Gefendur have their twin sacrifice, visit and clean their local shrine, have a grand feast of roast pork. The Ssaelit also eat roast pork but they exchange gifts rather than do a human sacrifice. For Baelarfest the Ssaelit celebrate human wrights and give them candy and booze and hang up glowing hands and have a nighttime glamour show.

The Geffies and Ssaelit both celebrate many of the same transcended humans. They're the Victori in the former and the Vaosa in the latter. The Ssaelit have traditions where some of these Gefendur saints were won over by Ssael and served as officers in his glorious army of the dead, helping infiltrate the Outside and kill the gods. So there is plenty of good reason for the Ssaelit to pray to them, ask for guidance, take them as a personal champion.

A lot of these similarities could serve to bring the two faiths together; but in practise they only drive them apart more. The Gefendur see it as thieving mockery, and the Ssaelit see the Gefendur as servile imbeciles. It's just a mess~

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jellyaibo · 1 year

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breaking my silence...i fuckng hate this "genre" of object show gijinka and im tired of acting like it isnt . bland

(using ii gijinkas as my guinea pigs for this, considering i really ONLY see these kinds of gijinkas in the ii side of the osc)

they are just. all the same build, usually same hairstyles and fashion theres NOTHINGGG that differentiates one persons gijinka from another because thats how similar they look to me, also if i were to color these do u think it would make it more obvious who is who? (if u cant already tell who is who obvs. its tt, fan & pickle but ohhhh my god THERESS NO SAUCE)

this might just sound fucking insane on my part but also even though these gijinkas dont have natural skintones (obvs trying to match the objects) they completely lack any features that say they ARENT white (i mean like very eurocentric) finding one with afro hair is like looking for a needle in a haystack (im being so serious ive barely seen any . kind of diversity like that)

and not even just diversity in races too, because 99% of them are all tall and skinny they just completely lack any body diversity (once again, very eurocentric yk yk) and because of that they have. awful silhouettes (unless they have VERY defining features which is fucking rare, so unless you have a really unique design a lot of people probably can't tell who is who unless you either squint really hard or have them be colored in)

my point is . these gijinkas just dont look good like at all. (im not gonna kill anyone for making gijinkas like this btw but ill def squint at you rlly hard but thats just me) and i think people should try to go and experiment with more expressive and fun designs that can make these blokes rlly stand out more!!! (something as simple as just, giving them acne, making them shorter/taller than they actually are, wacky hair n cool disability aids etc. just fucking go nuts!!! diversity just. makes better designs imho)

i designed these kinda on the spot (im sorry pickle) and like. even if they might look a little bland imo they have way more personality than the designs above!!!!!!!!!!! its not hard lichurally all u need to do is get an idea n try it

also i didnt know where to put this but like. another example of why i think these gijinkas just fucking suck: i uhhhh made my loser gijinka into one

her joy? her happiness? her personality and transsexual swag? GONE. SUCKED AWAY FROM HER BEING. she is a HUSK

my final note(s) on this is like. just go experiment brah im sooo tired of seeing these ohh please im so exhausted...EVEN IF U ARENT CONFIDENT IN UR DESIGNING SKILLS . GOING AND TAKING THAT FIRST STEP IS GOOD please just go nuts ohhh u wanna go nuts so fucking bad . theres many many references for different bodies n details n shit AND U DONT EVEN HAVE TO LIKE. STUDY EVERYTHING TO BECOME "GOOD" at this . just . freaking go for it

and my final (final) note is uhmm very petty but idc but the artist that popularized this kind of object show gijinka isnt the best person so like. yeah that is one of my top reasons on why i dont like em LMAO

uhhh and yeah thats it thats pretty much all sorry for rambling im just a tired little biracial boy oohh im so tired heres a lollipop 🍭

#im SORRY im SORRY for rambling i jsut like. keep seeing them #im not attacking any specific artist (except hous3) btw AHAH i rlly hope i didnt sound . super mean #.txt #ask to tag #ig #feel free to rb if u want cuz im sooo tired

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rshmra · 9 months

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PRETTY BOY!

plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

small warning: mention of drugs (it's nothing serious dw)

<- prev. masterlist. next. ->

written: 1.4k words

chapter fifteen: chaeri snorts meth

it's only the first of many joint recording sessions, and much to jungwon's relief, the studio they've convened in has not yet descended into chaos.

after some discussion, the two groups decided to work with what yn and his members had already created. they'd gotten through a lot, surprisingly, with nearly all seven songs on the track and two already recorded. one song that each member would write individually, two full-band b-sides and a title track would be included, but now it was just the matter of figuring out how enhypen would fit into it.

"who's gonna be on which song?" jake queries after ivory lays out all of the information, and almost instantly the latter jumps right into a detailed explanation.

"in the end it's up to us, but we did receive suggestions based on how well each of us will work together- and no, you two, that doesn't automatically mean you're getting paired," he scolds yn and riki sternly, who open their mouths in protest as they've just moved to sit side-by-side on the couch.

"we didn't even say shit-"

"be a buddy not a fucking bully-"

"anyway, you seven will be split among our four so that only one member will have an individual feature," the white-blonde plows on. he glances over at the shorter leader, who takes the lead from here.

"that single feature is likely going to be left to me with kuli, since our vibes and style are really similar. it's still up for debate, though. jay, you're gonna join ivy on this, and sunghoon as well because your compatibility's high, according to management." the trio move to high-five, and ivory grins as he resumes the rundown.

"chaeri's going for a new approach in the song he's writing. it's more vocals-based, so heeseung and jake will be coaching him on that." and what duo could have possibly clicked with the youngest better? they're ridiculously quick to take him under their wing, but that may have also had to do with his shared obsession with ramyeon.

"which leaves sunoo with yn. both of you have a strong voice and have the capacity to hit high notes, but the contrast of your ranges make you a great matchup."

"finally, i've been needing to tell you something," sunoo's mischievous smirk is nothing short of excited, but ni-ki's frown is a stark contrast.

"what about me? what am i supposed to do?"

jungwon rolls his eyes in exasperation. "was it not obvious? you're with them, you can balance their voices with your low notes more than any of us can." the effect is instantaneous; the teen's crestfallen expression morphs to sheer thrill as he relaxes back in his spot next to yn.

sunghoon snorts. "not like he'd work with anyone else in the first place." he grumbles, and kuli muffles a giggle behind the sleeve of his sweater.

"so everyone's happy with their teams, yeah?" a chorus of approval is all the tallest receives, ranging anywhere from "yes" to "fuck yes". "now that's dealt with we can move onto the titl-"

"wait, so we basically just got into groups for no reason?" chae interrupts, finding that all the talking is giving him a headache.

"we need them for after, dumbass. as i was saying-"

"oh fuck's sake, give me that," yn takes matters into his own hands- quite literally, as he snatches the laptop ivory's using for reference from his possession, loading the draft for their main song with a couple clicks. the white-haired boy fixes him with a death glare that he chooses to ignore as he sets the device on his lap, riki casually sliding closer until their knees touch in order to peer further. all of a sudden sunoo leaps from the sofa as if the surface is boiling hot, clearly not in the mood to be a third-wheel at the moment. he side-eyes the boys with a passion, who seem to have departed into their own universe with their temples gently pressed together and poring over the lyrics, muttering suggestions so soft that only the other can hear them.

"since when did they get so close," heeseung mumbles, and jay's about to call him fucking stupid for not knowing before realizing that he doesn't either.

it's been several weeks since the two met, and yet they clicked with one another like pieces of a puzzle in mere days. the other nine can't quite recall when their friendship began, however; the introductions were abrupt but not unwelcome. suddenly the 17-year-olds had taken to spending time together at least once weekly (if not more frequently), and still not a single person is aware of the details of their initial run-in.

except for sunoo, of course. but he isn't aware that everyone else is not as well informed as he.

with crossed arms he raises an eyebrow. "you guys seriously don't remember?" he assumes it's a unanimous "no" as they turn to him, interest piqued. "like, two or three months ago? when riki was out late at the convenience store and he..." but then it occurs to him that maybe he should've kept that to himself, because up until now he was the only one that knew niki thought yn was a girl when they first met. well, the truth was bound to be released eventually, sunoo's always been a sucker for gossip.

he's cut himself off too late. the realization has dawned on chaeri, and before sunoo can stop him he lets out a small exclamation of understanding. "oh yeah! yn met him at, like, midnight in a fuckin' CU-" after silently comprehending the look sunoo's giving him kuli slaps his palm over chae's mouth, but the damage has been done. a second of processing is all it takes for the others to compute and gasp in unison.

"do they think we don't know they're talking about us?" yn murmurs under his breath, glancing at the circle of their members aggressively whispering from the corner of his eye.

"they aren't very slick, are they," riki replies quietly. "you made a typo here."

"you literally wrote that."

"i literally didn't-"

"SO THAT'S WHY RIKI DELETED THAT POST ABOUT THAT HOT GIRL HE SAW WHEN HE FOLLOWED YN- IT WAS ACTUALLY YN?!" sunghoon has the decency to whisper, but the intensity of it is so powerful that it's more like a hushed scream. needless to say, he's flabbergasted, but it's not just him.

"SHH, SHH SH!!" noticing the others' stunned faces, sunoo is quick to shush them. "listen, you can't say anything about this to them! if riki hears he'll know i spilled and i'm fucked! if yn hears then i'll be equally as fucked!" he groans.

"okay, sunoo," jungwon has to stifle an amused smile at his distress. "we won't say anything. right?" pointedly, he stares at the rest, who nod rather unconvincingly.

sunoo feels ready to cry. i'm so fucked.

"hold on." chaeri blinks densely. "you six knew all of this shit that we didn't and still didn't do the math?"

kuli tunes back into the conversation at the wrong moment and mishears the statement, sending chae a dirty look. "meth?"

"the fuck? i said math-"

"chaeri snorts meth?" riki yells abruptly, yn snickering beside him.

"you couldn't tell?"

"you're ADOPTED!" jake practically guffaws at chaeri's retort, and yn doesn't even spare them a glance as he lifts both middle fingers. however, niki's patience has worn thin.

"are any of you guys gonna, i don't know, help at all?" he sneers sarcastically.

"sorry, we didn't want to interrupt your cuddle time," jay hollers and is met not just by twin leers, but also a sharp glare and hard smack on the back of the head by sunoo "ow! what the f-"

riki and yn dissolve into peels of laughter, holding onto each other for support. "deserved!"

"shut it, both of you."

"mkay, so jay gets ZERO lines in this song-"

"oh, fuck you!"

sunoo breathes a sigh of relief as he and the crowd surround yn and riki. he's spared for now, but if a slip of the tongue ends with riki discovering that he spilled his lovely little secret, someone is going to get SLAPPED.

notes: excuse the meth joke, had that exact convo earlier n used it as inspo. mb. rushed ending again, also dont expect me to shut up bout skz anytime soon im on my bs for AT LEAST 2 months,,, likely we r right around the middle of this smau but nothings set in stone yet !!

taglist: @silkentides @nikikids @totoroblop @winter-world @phantom-butterfly @simsoobean @byu @noredplz @sh0uj0-r3i @onementally-unstabel-kid @thepeachyhub @en-riki @ao5riki @bearseulgs @le0-0nidas @gothhyucks @to-toad @ddeonubaby @nootnootpinguuu @sunseeking-cryptid @priochebun @lanamoonroh @rodygr @mikahrh @mutlishipperfangirl @chuu74 @heelover5 @cha0thicpisces

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rin-and-jade · 9 months

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So, you're a system.

How do you keep a properly working (team/coop wise) collective? How can i establish a foundation for my system? How can having sys rules be beneficial, compared to the freestyle form? How can i propose and create foundations/rules to others?... Today, i will answer all of these questions. For those who are searching a comprehensive guide + awareness 'round this topic, this post is for you!

About working together..

Ofcourse, teamwork plays an important factor on how well we can tackle problems or obstacles in real life, no one can handle too much workload all at once,, so its obvious that we need help from our other parts.. but how can it be better? It could look like:

Assigning specific parts that does best at something to take over a situation, do not brave your way through if you're not great at it,, let someone else do the job for you, it keeps miscalculation and etc away.

Initiatively ask for a collective opinion if you feel unsure, it's not best to forcefully do it yourself as it might be a rash decision or missing a couple insights that's needed.

This should already be sufficient, but it can get even better if you have rules, as everything can be organized with protocols and doing work without having to be asked again, give those gatekeepers a break will ya.

Introducing the idea..

Have you ever spot some inefficiency, conflicts, and recklessness of safety and problems with switching/fronting in your system? Why not bring those concerns and tell that you have a great idea (even though its just by you reading this) by establishing a foundation, it should work.. but if it hasn't yet,, i'll tell you why having one is beneficial.

Rules are meant to be broken!.. Or actually not?

I'm not saying freestyle is a bad way to live your plural life, though, it does mean you will still have to face some consequences due to that result of freedom.. Some few examples can look like this:

Fronting without being recapped by others.

Fronting without your own notice and now you're confused.

Someone did some impulsive buying when you're away (the realest one i've seen amongst my friends)

Missing out extra details that should be important to be aware of.

The front being hogged all the time. Yikes.

Having a confusing timeline and memories scrambled everywhere.

And more..

With established rules, these problems will go away and its one more extra less headache for your life,, rebellious acts is still possible but remember that breaking them means there's responsibility to come. As a system with a great foundation for long-term efficiency and handling problems, not following the basic rules can cause some trouble in daily performance. Do you still want to be in freestyle?

Alright, how do i make one..?

To make a foundation, we'll have to encapsulate some aspects such as communication, switching and fronting etiquettes, ways to resolve, emergencies or backups, and anything else you can think of. I'll provide my system's rules in hopes you can take inspirations and grow your own according to needs!

Switching: We're gonna have to tell the others if we're done fronting. It's highly adviced to recap the person who wants to be out next, sure amnesia barriers are low enough to be aware, but the point is the person doesn't fully know of what had happened or needed to know, so this one fixes the problem.

Fronting: We have minimum and maximum lengths for someone who can be out, for the least as 3 days and max as 2 weeks. This prevents too many switches that will disrupt memory formation that will be shared for communal reasons and also means people don't have to fight for front and call dibs to have their own time, in turns.

Resolution: If it's something minor and can be done in it's own power, there is no need for intervention. We're not allowed to bail responsibility and double it to the next person, instead, a higher up will either come by itself as because its the job, or should be called to provide assistance.

Conflicts: Not like we're immune to having fights, but getting reminded by someone else that it is not the best way to solve things helps diffuse lots of unnecessary problems. This rule was made because back then my people would fight over each other and run to the front, do its thing, to spite the other.. even worse if what it did was rash and caused more issues.

Health: It is also necessary to let others know our own status (level of fatigue from being out, mental and emotional being) and depending on the situation, the person should switch out to get a break and rejuvenate,, forcing ourselves to function beyond our capacity will cause a burn out and no one wants that, right?

Backups: This is used when someone at front passed out or become distressed for all kinds of reasons, then need someone else that is safe to takeover and mask in real life, most of my system's work is internal so the one being out (external) is also an important role because they have to do the things, guided from inside.

I hope these will serve as an insight for you,, remember that we have to strike a balance between being adaptive and structured.. which means we can't rely too much on rigid rules or the lack of structure at the first place. Rules are always changed and updated depending on outcomes and leaving room for improvisation and creativity. So remember, yes you can kick the red cones on the street but never should you defy sys rules,, see you next time!

- j

#did #actually did #did community #did osdd #did system #dissociative identity disorder #plural #system stuff #sysblr #jeducates

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Welcome to ANOTHER "Goat tries to write something small about void's rewrite but it turns into something terrifyingly long for no reason" post.

This is basically a fic talking about Kul'Zak (Modzilla) and Irene (Aphma)'s relationship, I am still gonna do the mini fic series going into MORE detail, but this thing....yeah

The divine are messy to say the least in my rewrite, but one of the messiest is Kul'Zak, which I will give small pre-needed context; in my rewrite world Kul'Zak does not (technically) have a decendent or reincarnation because Kul'Zak is still alive, he is actually Professor Modzilla from MMW/VP.

He was just a dimension hopping guy trying to have some fun only to hop into the Overworld (what I call the MCD dimension as it has no set canon name) during what is going to be one of the most turbulent times in their history for the next eon.

One day, some hunters from Scaleswind rush back into town, stating they had found an injured man in the woods, screaming and withering on the ground. They said he looked burnt, and badly. As if his body had been chared.

Being one of the sisters best versed in healing magicks, Irene had demanded they show her this man. It happened to be none other than Monty, but, at the time Irene was none the wiser to the man's name.

She had slammed healing spell after healing spell into the man, but none of them seemed to work, only seeming to for a small time alleviate the man's suffering.

At first, Monty had been, albeit weakly, fighting back the hunters and Irene, but for only a moment. Until he realized what the woman was trying to do. He couldn't stay fully still, but he tried to let her help him, the pain was just so much though.

He knew his face was badly burned, he couldn't open his left eye at all, it could be burned shut.

They had carried him back to the town, Irene scolding the men everytime Monty would groan or whine in pain.

He was placed in a room in the temple Irene was a sister to, mainly so Irene could try and look over him and help him heal.

Covering the burns didn't seem to help either. When wrapping a guaze over them, the bandaging stayed for a moment, before they burned and sizzled away into a purple mist of kinds.

Even though many of the other sisters told her they would be willing to take care of him every so often, as they did commonly take turns tending to the injured that resided in the temple, Irene had denined it, becoming somewhat fixated on figuring out who this man was and what was happening to him.

Monty had been in and out of consiousness for a few days, feverish and skittish anytime Irene tried to communicate to him.

Quite quickly it became obvious that there was a language barrier. Irene tried to make some kind of system, a series of taps for different things and needs Monty would have.

For a while, the sisters of the temple only refered to him as "The Stranger", which Irene didn't like. Everytime she had tried to ask the man his name, he would only look at her confused, which she put to his state of sickness and confusion.

So, Irene came up with a name for him. At least for the others to refer to him as, until she could get his real name out of him.

Now, she would not admit it to anyone else but Monty some time later, but naming him Kul'Zak was not entirely original from her mind. At the time, a romance novel had been getting quite popular, and one of the love intrests, Irene's personal favorite, was named Kul'Zak.

So when asked what his name was, Irene had rushed out that it was Kul'Zak. She was embarassed about it, and of course a few of the sisters she was closer with teased her over it, saying how convient his name was the same as her favorite fictional man.

After a few months, Kul'Zak had finally become more, aware. He had started to slowly piece some words together, out right asking Irene for water, in Ru'aunian, one day. Of course not fully asking, more so just saying "water" in a questioning tone. Irene had been admitingly very excited the first time he did, full on cheering.

She had been spending most her time with Kul'Zak, tending to the burn or more so researching it. Whether it be feeling how hot it was, as it seemed to generate it's own heat nearly 24/7, ot seeing what healing spells would affect it, if at all.

Thankfully, the burn was only on his face, and well a bit of his hand. It was more scattered on his hand, but he still seemed to express a discomfort with it, seething and pulling his hand away if she held it too hard or for too long.

After some time, they had sat down together and Irene tried to teach him Ru'aunian. He was picking it up quickly, but it was still a treck, especially because there was no way for Irene to figure out what his own language was.

When he was able to hold a conversation with her, she was estatic. She would take him outside the temple, walk around Scales Wind, and they would just, talk.

With this, she would learn his name was actually Monty, and when she asked if he'd loke her to tell others, he told her that it was fine. Kul'Zak fit their culture better, and with his status as a other-realmer, he'd rather not cause a rukus of any kind.

Their talks were about anything. Kul'Zak's life as a dimension explorer, Irene's life as a sister of their temple. Anything and everything.

She had asked him when he would be going back to his own dimension, and Kul'Zak only seethed, and said he couldn't go back, at least not for a while. The burns he was suffering from meant he shouldn't, not until he was finally healed. That coming here had put him in danger, and he was lucky he was still alive.

Void burns, is what he called them. One day, he had sat Irene down and went through the books he had held in his bag, that now Irene could finally understand with him translating to her.

Apparently, void burns were something anyone could suffer from, if they dimension hopped in an unsafe manner. And dimension exploring was still considered unsafe, but, he had wanted to do something big. To be one of the special members of his community to find a new dimension.

Irene had gotten him books upon books, journals, theological texts, mythology and folk lore, and even blank journals for him to write in. She loved watching him read, taking notes and writing what he called official dimensional writings.

Not many Irene believers knew of her life before her stint as a hero, hell 90% of books barley ever mentioned her life as a sisster of a now forfotten temple for a god no long known in Ru'aun. Because of this, people also never saw the relationship between Irene and Kul'Zak.

After some years, the two became much closer, Irene only really leaving Scales Wind after a time to accompany Kul'Zak on his adventure of exploring the realm.

The two had been deeply in love, yet according to the texts written of them years later, they were barley even more than just fellow Divine.

When she had decided to finally lay to rest, she entrusted half her relic to Kul'Zak, asking him to shatter it and spread it across the realms, to take her with him on those realm discovery adventures he had told her all about.

Modzilla was never truly a religous man. Ironic for a man that was basically a god. His adoration for Aphmau made him sick. She wasn't Irene, he felt like it would be overstepping to put himself in her life. Even though it's what Irene had asked of him.

He knew Irene, in her later years, had regretted acending to what they had become. He wanted Aphmau to be as normal as she could be.

When she put herself into his life though, even when he thought he had ran far enough away, he didn't know what to do. Especially when Tommy started to adore her, to see her as a mother.

Modzilla was, embarassed and ashamed of how much he had cried that night. He was admitingly cold to her at first. Only 'tolerating' her for Tommy's sake.

She became his lab partner, exploring dimensions for him when he was too sick or weak feeling to. Or tired. She paid attention to his health, so meticulously. It made him want to hurl. He kept telling himself she's not Irene, don't associate her with her.

After all nighters he would wake up with blankets over his shoulders, cups of hot coffee set out for him, even breakfast or lunch on a good day.

One morning, he woke up to a very special breakfast. A dish he had learned of his first few years in Ru'aun, that Irene had adored. Aphmau had told him she found it in one of those cook books, and that it was so well cared for so she assumed he liked it.

He wanted to cry over it, but he had just sighed and asked Aphmau to leave, that they weren't doing any tests today. A few hours later that day, Tommy had come to Aphmau's house and said his father had locked himself in his study and wouldn't be coming out, so he wanted to sleep at her's for the night.

On his bad days, Modzilla would lock himself in his study for, days, maybe even weeks depending how much of a spiral he would go down, where he would read and reread all the journals he had wrote decades ago.

During one of these spirals, he had left his study to go for a walk of sorts, and during that, Aphmau had snuck into his study and went through said journals strewn across the room.

She had been slack jawed at the whole journals full of passages of love, the descriptions of a woman named Irene. The name seemed to strike something in her in a way she couldn't explain.

Some of the pages had drawings of this woman instead of writing. She was, beautiful. Aphmau toom a moment, looking at this woman, till she realized she looked like her. Albeit a little different. Her hair was longer, she wore a hair covering that was longer than the more tied up one Aphmau wore, her clothing in most of the drawings was flowey and white.

Aphmau recalled pictures Modzilla had shared of Polly, she had a similar head covering and flowy clothing, but Polly was white and had blond hair. Irene, as she could see, had tanned skin and black hair. Plus, there were no photos of her, just drawings, some messily colored with dyes and patterned with stamped in flowers.

The journals were so well cared for. More so than the other books and texts Modzilla had in his library section. Aphmau started to feel, bad for looking at this without his permission.

When she intended to leave, she turned and was startled by Modzilla standing in the doorway, eyes locked on the journal she had in her hands. She didn't plan on taking it with her, she just hadn't put it down yet.

Modzilla looked, tired and sick, plus uncomfortable with the new information that Aphmau had been reading his journals.

The conversation was, like walking on eggshells. She asked about Irene, who the woman was, that if Modzilla was so infactuated by her, why was he married to Polly, a woman who seemed so close to this Irene figure.

Modzilla had shakily explained that him and Polly weren't married for love. They were very good friends, but it was common for his kind to not marry for love most the time. He told her about Irene. How happy they were together before their time as divine, explaining to her how Irene had asked to be reincarnated outside the realm she was born of, how Aphmau was one of those.

Then, he broke down. He sobbed and apologized to her, that he wanted her to go her whole life without knowing about it. That he thought that's what Irene would have wanted; to live a life of normalcy, save for the dimension exploring.

She knew now why Monty had become so choked up and emotional when she would try and take care of him when he was sick or tired. That she was unknowingly reminding him of the first times he ever met the woman he would come to love for the rest of his immortal life.

Aphmau wasn't all that young herself, she was already over 100 years old, but, most the time she chose not to disclose that to others. She herself had been overly puzzled by her lack of memories of a childhood, now knowing she never had one in the first place, but then even more confused by her not aging, and living so long already. She knew now why. Monty was obviously still older than her, and she would not be stopping the teasing of him for it.

She came to enjoy the dimension exploring just a little bit more. Sometimes she would find herself talking to no one, as if she was talking to 'Irene', even though she technically was Irene. Unbeknownst to her, she was one of the few Aphmau's to accept the idea so easily and fully. Knowing that she was living a life a her from before craved made her more happy for what Irene had done to give it to her.

Her and Monty's relationship had changed after what she learned. They seemed to flow better now, Monty having put down the wall he had built so long ago, at least a little bit.

When they had finally found Monty's home realm again, Aphmau had cheered for him, so excited he could finally go home. He was happy too, but bitter sweet about it. They hugged, and Aphmau gave him a kiss, which had stunned Monty in his place, face burning red and stuttering.

Aphmau promised to keep Tommy safe, and told Monty that he had to find a way to visit sometime.

Monty left Tommy in the care of Aphmau. He knew she would take care of him better than he ever could.

If fate wasn't so cruel, they could have a redo, but Monty knew that that was a pipe dream.

The void still called, it hungered, and Monty, Kul'Zak, Modzilla, whoever he was, he was going to do everything in his power to keep that thing at bay, to keep the realms safe, and if it meant being burned by it time and time again, he knew he had at least someone he would go to that would be his boulder to rest with. Just like she had all those eons ago.

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