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ironbloodcd · 2 years

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Zhongli & Childe wanna know aalll about their babies

If they had a kid meme - Accepting

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Zhongli and Willow

Name: Qing Yuan McKerral

Gender: Male

General Appearance: It’s easy to tell that Qing Yuan has Adepti blood in his veins just by looking at him. A pair of dark antlers sprout from his head and seem to grow a little larger with as he grows up, while his ears have a slight point to them. His eyes a deep violet colour and his hair is long, normally braided back, and dark blue. He’s a slight boy throughout his childhood and eventually grows to be quite tall.

Personality: Qing Yuan is eager and excitable and has the tendency to rush into things without necessarily thinking them through. He’s a very friendly boy though who tends to draw people in fairly easily and thus tends to make a lot of friends wherever he goes. He has a strong sense of justice as well, and tends to insert himself into situations when he believes that someone is being treated unfairly or taken advantage of.

Special Talents: Despite being quite rambunctious, Qing Yuan seems able to approach most animals without fear of them running away or becoming hostile. This isn’t always the case, but the vast majority of animals seem to be calm in his presence. Additionally, he seems to have the unique ability to tell whether or not someone is lying without fail, though the details of the lie aren’t clear to him.

Who they like better: Qing Yuan looks up to Zhongli and often marvels at the stories of his days as the god Morax. While he obviously can’t reveal this information to others, Qing Yuan takes great pride in knowing that Zhongli helped to shape Liyue into the nation that it is today and strives to eventually do great things himself - not that he’s figured out what these things are yet, mind you.

Who they take after more: Neither, really. While Willow is shy and often quiet and Zhongli tends to be quite mellow, Qing Yuan is excitable and boisterous. He’s not terribly good at sitting still and keeping an eye on him when he was small was definitely an interesting challenge for both Zhongli and Willow both.

Personal Headcanon: Due to his Adepti blood, Qing Yuan was granted a Vision when he was still quite small and bears a Hydro Vision specifically. Though he’s aware that he was adopted, Qing Yuan isn’t certain as to whether he’s a full-blooded Adeptus, or if he bears a mortal heritage as well. He becomes an adventurer, eventually, joining the Guild once he’s old enough to do so.

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Name: Li Hua McKerral

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Li Hua often wears her long, dark hair in either a set of pigtails or buns. She bears the same golden eyes as her Adeptus father, and while she has been taught to maintain a human appearance, she bears many of Zhongli’s Adepti traits in her natural form. These include the golden horns and long, dark tail with a golden tuft at the end. Her teeth are also quite sharp, and tend to remain so even in her human disguise.

Personality: Quiet and reserved, Li Hua prefers the company of books and scrolls to that of people and has a healthy appetite for reading. She was known to devour books that were far past her reading level when she was small and is constantly on the lookout for new literature to add to the hoard that she’s accumulated in her room over the years. Despite coming off as shy, however, Li Hua is quite honest when it comes to her opinions on certain matters, and doesn’t seem to have entirely inherited Zhongli’s tactfulness, sometimes coming off as blunt or rude to some.

Special Talents: Like the other two triplets, Li Hua has inherited Zhongli’s ability to identify different types of stones just by observing them. She also seems to have gotten his impressive memory, and seems to retain every little bit of information that she learns, no matter how trivial. She has a talent for storytelling as well, though she often grows shy when asked to present some of her work.

Who they like better: Li Hua gets along with both Willow and Zhongli equally, as she finds their presences to be quite calming when others might be too overstimulating for her. As a child, she often expressed her excitement to them whenever she found a new book to be interesting, and while she’s more restrained in this when she’s older, it’s still quite easy for them to get her talking when there are books involved.

Who they take after more: She tends to take after Zhongli a little more, tending to be calm and levelheaded in most situations, while also having something of a habit of going into great detail when explaining topics that she’s knowledgeable of.

Personal Headcanon: Like her father, Li Hua is a Geo user, though her abilities come from the use of a Vision rather than the abilities that Zhongli has as a former Archon. She is the ‘oldest’ of the triplets. Guided by her passion for readon, Li Hua becomes a librarian and seeks to preserve as many literary works as possible - even the ones that she doesn’t think very highly of.

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Name: Li Mei McKerral

Gender: Female

General Appearance: The only redhead out of the triplets, Li Mei is also the only one of their children who seems to prefer keeping her hair short, claiming that it’s ‘easier to deal with’. As with Li Hua and Ju-Long, her eyes are the same amber hue as Zhongli’s, and her natural form bears the same golden horns and swooping tail that Morax did. Though all three of the triplets seem to have inherited Willow’s freckles, Li Mei by far has the most of them, and they speckle most of her body.

Personality: Easily described as a ball of energy, Li Mei never seems to stop moving. Out of the four children that Zhongli and Willow raise together, she’s the ‘troublemaker’ of the bunch who constantly seems to find herself into mischief. She’s quite protective of both Li Hua and Ju-Long and is certainly the boldest of the triplets and is often unafraid to speak her mind. She seems to be a natural born leader and has an easy time convincing others to follow her, even in her more ridiculous shenanigans.

Special Talents: Li Mei has the ability to identify different types of stone, which is shared amongst all three triplets. Unique to her, however, is the ability to locate ore veins beneath the surface of the earth by sensing their presence. Because of her energetic nature, she’s become quite physically inclined and is likely the physically strongest out of the

Who they like better: Li Mei doesn’t really have a preference when it comes to her two fathers and gets along with the both of them equally. If either of them have gotten grey hairs from one of their children though, it’s likely her.

Who they take after more: Neither, really - who she actually takes after most is Willow’s mother, Mary McKerral, who was quite the little firecracker herself when she was younger.

Personal Headcanon: Li Mei idolizes Qing Yuan and was practically his shadow when she was younger. The two of them are quite close and she’s always eager to hear about her older brother’s adventures. Like Li Hua, Li Mei possesses a Geo Vision.

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Name: Ju-Long McKerral

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Ju-Long is the spitting image of Zhongli, from his dark hair to his golden eyes - save for the fact that he’s inherited Willow’s freckles, just as his two sisters have. He wears his hair in a similar style to his Adeptus father as well, keeping it long and tying it back into a low ponytail - this, however, is quite unintentional. As with the other two triplets, Ju-Long’s natural form sports the golden horns and long, dark tail, complete with golden tuft at the end, that Zhongli bore when taking the form of Morax.

Personality: Ju-Long is definitely the shyest of his siblings, which causes the rest of them to be somewhat protective over him. He’s quite creative, but tends to be rather reluctant about sharing his ideas with anyone outside of family members and close friends. A ‘less is more’ type of person, Ju-Long definitely prefers having a few close friends over a large number of acquaintances, and tends to stick close to people he’s bonded with rather than seeking out new relationships.

Special Talents: Just like his sisters, Ju-Long can identify types of stones and gems by sight alone. He’s also taken after his mortal father in that he has a talent when it comes to art, though he tends to prefer sculpting over painting and drawing. He’s also quite knowledgeable when it comes to plants and has a talent when it comes to horticulture.

Who they like better: Ju-Long is a little closer to Willow, simply because of their shared interests, though he gets along just fine with Zhongli as well. He was often found clinging to Willow’s leg as a child, and often disliked being separated from his mortal father.

Who they take after more: While Ju-Long has definitely inherited Zhongli’s looks, he certainly takes after Willow more when it comes to interests and personality. His creativity is on par with Willow’s, as is his overall shyness.

Personal Headcanon: Ju-Long is the only one of the triplets to have not received a Geo Vision - instead, he was granted a Dendro Vision like Willow. His sculptures become quite well known in Liyue and while he doesn’t enjoy being in the limelight, his works are definitely admired by many when he grows up.

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Childe & Petrae

Name: Nikolai

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Sporting a mop of short, ginger hair that seems to be constantly messy and a pale complexion, Nikolai heavily resembles a young Ajax. The shade of blue in his eyes is much brighter, however, and was clearly inherited from Petrae. He’s also quite freckled, and fact which becomes more apparent when he spends a lot of time out in the sun.

Personality: Rambunctious and prone to getting into trouble, Nikolai has definitely proven to be quite the handful for both of his fathers. He tends to be quite impatient and will has the habit of not quite thinking things through before he executes something, which can often land him in unfavorable situations. He’s quite optimistic though and usually prefers to look on the brighter side of things, even when a matter seems quite bleak.

Special Talents: Like Ajax, Nikolai is quite taken with fishing and can do just about everything that any good fisherman should know to - from finding bait and setting it on a hook to boring a hole in the ice, to which places are best depending on the time of day, it’s often that Nikolai is able to catch something even on days when others come back empty-handed. He’s also quite sharp-witted and can make even the most stony individuals laugh.

Who they like better: Nikolai definitely idolizes Ajax and always wants to hear about his travels and adventures. He constantly seeks Ajax’s attention when he’s home and will eat up just about any that’s given to him. When Ajax is away, Nikolai is always eager to receive letters from him and always listens intently when Petrae reads them out loud to him and his siblings.

Who they take after more: Nikolai is definitely Ajax’s son through and through, with his mannerisms being quite similar to that of his Snezhnayan father. Petrae often comments that even when Ajax is away on a mission, it’s as if a smaller version of him is still running around their home.

Personal Headcanon: Nikolai was about five years old when his brother, Maleek, was adopted. The two of them grew to be the best of friends and Nikolai is quite protective of him. In that same regard, however Maleek often gets dragged into Nikolai’s shenanigans.

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Name: Maleek

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Maleek bears little to no physical similarities to his family, which tends to make him stick out as the adopted sibling. He has a dark complexion and deep, emerald green eyes. His hair a pale, teal colour, which extends down to his midback. Petrae often braids it back for him so that it doesn’t get in his way. His most recognizable features are the pair of foxlike ears that he has, along with a bushy tail to match. His canines are also quite sharp and his nails tend to grow into claws if they’re not kept trimmed. Maleek also has a number of scars on his hands and the soles of his feet, as well as some other assorted ones that can be found on other parts of his body.

Personality: Maleek tends to be very timid, which likely comes from having lived as an orphan prior to being taken in by Ajax and Petrae. He’s become very attached to his adoptive family, though he still suffers from separation anxiety and abandonment issues due to his experiences. He’s a quiet boy who tends to be the exact opposite of Nikolai - and yet still becomes quite close to him all the same. He’s very affectionate, despite his shyness, and often seeks out comfort from his fathers and other siblings for no reason besides simply wanting to cuddle.

Special Talents: Maleek has a heightened sense of smell, which makes him quite helpful when it comes to tracking things. He’s often able to find items that his siblings have lost, or locate the other children themselves, making him a master of hide and seek games. He also seems to be able to communicate with vulpines in specific and many will approach him without fear.

Who they like better: Because Ajax is the one who found him and brought him back to Snezhnaya with him, Maleek tends to be quite attached to him. He was actually quite beside himself the first time that Ajax had to go away on another mission and it took quite some time for him to adjust to the Harbinger’s comings and goings.

Who they take after more: Though he doesn’t necessarily take after either of him adoptive fathers, his disposition tends to be more similar to that of Petrae, who is the much quieter one between himself and Ajax.

Personal Headcanon: Since Maleek and Nikolai are thought to be about the same age and because Maleek has no idea as to when his actual date of birth is, the family celebrates Maleek and Nikolai’s birthdays together every year. It’s a tradition that continues even into their adulthood and is one of the reasons that the boys remain so close.

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Name: Anastasia

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Anastasia is a very fair-skinned child with sandy hair that’s reminiscent of Petrae’s. It’s quite long, nearly reaching down to her bum at full length, and often kept in an assortment of pigtails and ponytails, depending on her preferences for that particular day. Due to having vision issues, she’s worn glasses from the time that she was young. Her eyes are deep blue in colour, much like Ajax’s.

Personality: Intelligent and curious, Annie likes to explore the world around her and strives to learn as many new things as possible. She takes a particular interest in alchemy, which she picked up from both Petrae and her uncle. She has a liking for books as well, though she prefers more hands-on learning in the form of experimentations, which can often result in messes. She tends to get frustrated when things don’t go as she wanted them to, but that also seems to only make her all the more determined to seek out the results that she wanted.

Special Talents: As stated above, Annie has an interest in alchemy and her intelligence has made her quite the little prodigy in this regard. She’s exceptionally diligent in taking notes with regards to any of her findings and will quite proudly present them to her fathers and her uncle Albedo. Interestingly enough, she also has quite the talent for baking.

Who they like better: Anastasia gets along better with Petrae simply due to the fact that he is able to converse with her a little better with regards to her interests. Petrae’s own knowledge is often helpful when Annie is working on a new experiment, especially those that she conducts in her younger years.

Who they take after more: Again, Petrae would be the parent who she takes after more, though the family member who she truly takes after the most would be her uncle, Albedo.

Personal Headcanon: Unsurprisingly, Annie becomes quite the accomplished alchemist as she grows older and eventually seeks to work more closely with Albedo so that he can act as her mentor and teacher. She attains a Geo vision in her teenage years.

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Name: Katya

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Katya seems to have inherited many of Ajax’s features, from his ginger hair to his deep blue eyes though, like Nikolai, she’s quite prone to freckling. Her hair is kept long and down to her midback, though she dislikes having her hair done, and will often put up a fuss if she’s forced to sit still while it’s styled. More often than not, it’s simply brushed and left to hang loose.

Personality: Kat’s siblings would describe her a the ‘typical girl’ with a love for all things cute, from animals to pretty dresses. Unsurprisingly, she’s a tad spoiled due to being the youngest of Ajax and Petrae’s children, though she knows better than to push her luck too far when it comes to getting what she wants. Still, she definitely has at least one of her daddies wrapped around her little finger with her sweet disposition and adorable looks. She’s a very meticulous child who likes things to be wherever she considers their ‘proper place’ to be and will get upset if her siblings, or even parents, move her belongings on her.

Special Talents: Katya takes up the hobbies of knitting and sewing and learns from Ajax’s mother. Though clumsy when she’s little, she becomes quite good at both as she grows older and eventually begins to make and design her own clothing. She’ll make things for other family members on occasion as well, usually as gifts. Also, don’t tell anyone, but the only person better than her at fishing is Nikolai.

Who they like better: Katya tends to gravitate more towards Ajax due to the fact that he spoils her more than Petrae does. She often tries to monopolize his attention, if she can, particularly when she’s still small and able to clamber up into his lap.

Who they take after more: Kat definitely takes after Ajax more with an outgoing personality and the ability to draw people to her with ease. She can also be a vicious little thing when upset, though she doesn’t get anywhere near as volatile as her dearest daddy.

Personal Headcanon: As a child, Katya had the habit of bringing home just about any stray animal that she came across. While this was an endearing quality most of the time, she sometimes brought home creatures that really had no business being in the family home. One such example of this was a particularly grumpy sable who made quite the mess of the dining room before it was caught a released back outside.

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spiveyspivey55 · 2 years

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Should Cats Share Food Bowls

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Hi! May i request a fic or a headcanon for DIO in wich the reader is living near his mansion in Egypt and she starts to give petshop pieces of meat that the reader buys for her cat and after some time she just comes there to watch the falcon. When DIO notices her just sitting on a sidewalk talking to petshop while feeding him, he gets curious about her and thinks to himself that he could find out more about who she is (because if petshop isnt clawing her eyes out she must have intrigued him) as an activity to pass time while he's still adjusting to his new body and in the end he ends up liking the reader?

Sorry that this is so long😅 hope you safe and healthy 🥰

And thank you💞

Heyy thanks so much for the request, I’m incredibly sorry that this took so long :( I really loved the idea and I hope the finished product is to your liking, wishing you the best!!

Desire For Knowledge

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders

Dio x Female!Reader

Summary: The strange behavior of Pet Shop leaves Dio desiring to learn more about the person who the falcon had allowed to interact with him.

A soft smile pulls the corners of your lips upwards as the falcon takes the piece of meat from between your fingers as gently as a bird of prey ever could. To think that something as threatening as a falcon, would be so tame, as if he belonged to someone who called him their pet. It had been a similar day to this one when you first came across the falcon. The sun was about to set and he had been standing atop of a gate, guarding an impressive-looking mansion, which you assumed belonged to his owner. You couldn’t help but admire the bird, the way he valiantly protected his home, and just how majestic he looked, the sun shining on his brown feathers.

Over time you found yourself staying near the mansion, just so you could admire him further. It took a few days for you to get comfortable feeding him, but he eventually noticed the bag of meat you often bought for your cat and seemingly wanted a piece for himself. Since then, your visits had become more frequent and your curiosity about the falcon and his owner you never saw grew by the day.

Your eyes looked at the mansion, as they often did, your thoughts wandering. What kind of a person lived in such an expensive structure? The windows were covered with thick curtains that didn’t allow any sunlight through them. Never had you seen these curtains move away from the windows, nor had you seen anyone leave or enter the building. This made you wonder if it was abandoned, but then why would it be so fearlessly protected by a potentially dangerous animal? All this made little sense to you, yet you found yourself drawn to it.

Dio had noticed you feeding Pet Shop on multiple occasions, whether it was through a careful peek behind the curtains during daytime, or a look through the exposed windows at night. The fact that the ruthless falcon had not eliminated or shown any signs of hostility towards you despite the fact that you were dangerously close to his hiding place was something he couldn’t quite understand and led him to believe that Pet Shop didn’t see you as a threat for some unknown reason. This was strange and yet, it awakened a strange sense of intrigue in him. What caused Pet Shop to behave so differently with you?

A quiet caw from the bird snaps you out of your thoughts and makes you look at him. The day had gone by a lot faster than you anticipated. This often happened when you interacted with him and was a sign that it was time to head back home. You stood up and wiped the dust from the ground off your pants, before turning your gaze towards the animal once again.

“See you around, I have to get back home and save some of these for my cat,” you said, lifting the bag of food slightly.

The falcon glanced at it briefly before flying back to its post. You smiled once more before heading towards your home as the sun finally disappeared, oblivious to a pair of sharp eyes watching with curiosity as you left the mansion behind.

His desire to know more about you grew the more he saw you looking or feeding the bird. It somewhat plagued him, yet he saw it as an opportunity to pass his time while he adjusted to his new body he so often admired through the mirror. Something about the way you gazed at Pet Shop with admiration in your (E/C) eyes made Dio wonder if you held something special within you. Were you a stand user? Or was the warmth in your expression that felt so alluring to him something else entirely?

Whatever the case, due to everything he had witnessed, he craved knowledge.

The sun had long set, coating the streets of Egypt in darkness. Today’s shift had been long, but you still wished to go past the familiar mansion to hopefully catch a glimpse of the beautiful falcon you had befriended. Even watching him brings you joy, though you aren’t sure yourself why he is so friendly with you. Perhaps you have a way with animals, considering how often your cat would snuggle up next to you. The thought makes you smile as you walk.

As the building comes into view your eyes immediately search for the bird and once they spot him, a smile makes its way to your face. With his sharp eyes, the bird notices you and immediately flies towards you, landing on the ground. You squat down to get a better look at him.

“Hi there handsome."

Your voice is soft as you admire him, noticing how he is looking at you as if he is expecting something. You frown slightly. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any food on me this time. But I promise to bring you some tomorrow.”

To your surprise, he takes off and flies towards... a person standing in front of the entrance to the mansion. The bird lands on his large arm, his sharp talons holding on with the utmost carefulness. You immediately stand up, realizing that the man must be the owner of both the mansion and the falcon. His amber eyes look at the animal and then you before he speaks:

“Quite interesting. Pet Shop usually isn’t too fond of humans.” The blond takes a few steps forward, allowing you to see him more clearly in all his glory; His light hair shines under the moon, his sculpted muscles frame him perfectly and his fiery amber eyes look into yours with such fire, you are not sure if they belong to a human.

“No need to apologize, dear. He is a lot smarter than he looks, though, I’m sure a sharp woman like yourself already figured it out,” He says, voice deep and fruity, accompanied by a smirk that stretches his lips upward that immediately makes your cheeks fill with warmth you failed to notice. “What is your name, my darling?” He asks.

“O-oh, I was just looking at him. He is just... Such a beautiful falcon.” You briefly glance at the bird before returning your gaze to the man who holds an intense yet warm flame in his own eyes. Their sharpness remind you of the falcon’s own eyes.

“I’ve never seen anything like him. Sorry if I’ve been trouble, I know I’m kind of taking him away from his protection duties.”

You bring your hand to the back of your neck sheepishly, laughing slightly but feeling a tad anxious about the owner’s expression you cannot quite read.

“I’m (Name). I live nearby.”

A smile of your own coats your features as you introduce yourself to the person you had been curious about for a long time.

“Ah yes, that would explain why you are here so often.” His smirk grew as he noticed your eyes widening.

“You’ve seen me?”

“I suppose so. Tell me, Mr-”

Pet Shop then left his arm and flew back to his post, leaving you with this unknown yet strangely alluring man.

“I have indeed. I must say that a beauty such as yourself is rather difficult to ignore.”

His honeyed words are followed by a deep chuckle, his amber eyes locked onto you. You are taken aback by his words, but maintain your smile and let out a small laugh as well.

“Dio. There is no need for formalities or titles,” he says, keeping that charming tone in his voice. His demeanor is intriguing and you are not sure what you were expecting from the lord of the impressive mansion, but this was certainly... Something.

“It’s very lovely to finally meet you, Dio.” You find yourself subconsciously taking a few steps closer to him, as if something about him is slowly pulling you in.

With one final chuckle, he extended his hand towards you, his claws not going unnoticed by you as he spoke:

“Likewise, dear.”

His charming smirk is more and more apparent the more you look at him. Dio also notes just how stunning you look under the moonlight, how your pleasant smile decorates your features perfectly, and how your (E/C) orbs shine like gems. His curiosity has reached new heights as you seem to be far more than he expected. He now felt the same way as his falcon had and realized why you had interested Pet Shop so.

“Wonderful. There is a lot I wish to ask of you.”

“I would like to learn more about you, (Name). Would you join me for a glass of wine?” You looked at him, processing his question that came rather out of the blue.

The night was still young, and you would be lying if you said that this seemingly otherworldly man hadn’t piqued your interest. With yet another warm smile that strangely hits Dio, you accept his request and place your hand in the palm of his cold one:

“I’d love to.”

His grin grew at this as he slowly led you inside, leaving behind the darkness of the night he lived in.

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 3 years

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idk if requests are open, or if this even counts as a request or more of a prompt for u to ramble, but how do you think mozart and theodorus would react to an mc who used to be friendly towards them pulling away, and finding out somehow that it's because they were too hostile and mc gave up (in the context of them secretly liking mc and being tsundere jerks). tysm in advance!!

Requests are open! I talk about just about anything ikevamp related on this blog, so nws in regards to that~

I guess I took this as a prompt to ramble so hopefully you enjoy this meme energy 💛💛💛💛

And well, I'm a little conflicted about this one--largely because I see two possible (most likely) outcomes. I think it depends on their feelings for the MC in question, as I get the vibe that they are willing to make the effort if they deem it worthwhile in the long run (perhaps a bit callous, but hey, what can I say). If they feel they can't see eye to eye with the MC long term, then I doubt they would pursue the matter much further.

If there is enough grounding for them to want to salvage the relationship, I think they would both make some effort to make amends tbh. They may have trouble saying it directly, but I guess I see them as men of action--they'll adjust their behavior, and that speaks volumes. Maybe they hesitate before something harsher slips, changing the course of what they were going to say. Maybe they smooth over a mistake she makes before anyone can notice, saving her that social discomfort. Maybe they don't nitpick what she does anymore, just note adjustments neutrally (the tonal difference of "you clod, you're going to ruin it if you hold it that way" versus "try holding it like this, it's easier to carry and poses less risk of damage if you drop it"). I guess my impression is that they tend to be subtle when it comes to their emotional landscape; if you don't pay close attention, you could miss it.

But. BUT. If you point out any difference in their behavior. They will look away and scowl/blush which is frankly, beyond hilarious (but don't do it too much or they'll get mad, you gotta go for the spicy moments to expose them italian hand thing). I imagine that, whether they admit it or not, they do notice if you see past the surface and appreciate that you care they're trying. It helps them move from very acerbic to a more lowkey kind of pragmatism that's less biting. Tbh I'm just a shithead and would probably tease them to near death because I'm very familiar with that sort of behavior, but I also understand not everyone is comfortable with that ;;;

I think it’s less that they refuse to make amends for troublesome behavior, and more that they have a lot of paralyzing shame associated with honesty (and they don’t much like being vulnerable ;;;;). For Theodorus, I think he’s deeply traumatized by how hard his brother tries to be a good and fair person, only to remain ridiculed and ignored by the people around him at large. There’s a sense of a male culture dominated by the concept that gentleness is only an extension of weakness, and as such he feels the need to overcompensate to defend Vincent. The rough exterior serves both as an insistence that he is a grown man (parental infantilization) but also to demand people’s respect, ripping them to verbal shreds when he sees fit for survival.

Mozart’s is more obviously a defense mechanism; he rejects people and sees the worst in them before they can do that to him. I don’t think he’s as malicious by nature as he seems. I think it’s more that he’s accustomed to and self-imposes impossible standards of self-control. The emotional repression, terrible (also unpredictable) experiences at the hands of his father as a boy genius, and relentless inability to see his own value separated from his work ethic results in a man who is inevitably dissociated from his reality. He has no concept of worth beyond functionality, and no concept of worth beyond giving to a self-emptying extent. So much of his life is a kind of hyperanxious denial and paranoid shame, and it’s a pity considering his immense potential for warmth and love.

I suppose I get the inclination that they both really just need to be slapped upside the head a little ahlskfjdhsgsfdkhj. I'm not typically one that likes that method of getting through to people, but it's an unfortunate result of some forms of abuse. Sometimes people need very direct and very intense rearranging of their face holes to see the limited nature of their perspectives. Though I will say context matters: some people need very gentle, some people need more persistent measures.

(Please note: sometimes people do not want to change, and if they don’t want to, they won’t--that’s just a waste of time imo. No amount of arguing or altruism will get through in that scenario ;;;;;; but since this is an otome it’s easier to give the benefit of the doubt. Honestly I find myself torn a lot because I don't? Like giving up on people who struggle with things like that. But at the same time, I don't necessarily think it's worthwhile to beg for someone to be kinder/more aware when they have zero desire to.)

I can't really speak to Theodorus as much but I think somebody who is with him would have to be somebody who is less put off by his jagged edges ;;;;;;;; I don't think it's wrong to be sensitive to it, but the reality is that he has a hard time toning it down sometimes because of his habits. It's a part of being with him, though I think he softens considerably over time in a relationship. I see it is as a kind of balancing act. His s/o would have to be firm about the times he's well and truly unfair, goes too far with what he says/does. And his s/o would likely need to let go or just tease him about the more harmless nonsense, taking it in stride. It's about knowing when to throw a punch and when to breeze by (float like a butterfly, sting like a bee).

Mozart I'm ngl is just Pride and Prejudice material, Mr.Darcy ass. He literally just needs somebody who will read him for utter filth in the classiest way possible, until he has no choice but to strut on his walk of shame saying "you dropped this, queen 👑". I find it a little funny because as long as you roast him in a true way, half the time he isn’t even mad, just sheepish. I find him to be a unique case between the two of them because he's more guarded than reactive. As soon as he knows his s/o is willing to hear him out and talk to him if they have some kind of misunderstanding, he doesn't really go for the throat anymore. Just gets kind of 👉👈, needs some time to figure out how to broach the topic (or Jeanne slides in to mediate a little bit). His development is more of a slow upward track to more normal and very affectionate interaction.

Of the two, I think Mozart might be the best bet for the type of person you mentioned. He has a lot of capacity for responding with penitence when it's due, and acknowledging when he messes up. Theo needs a lot of control, and I think it's fair if some people can't handle the overbearing nature of it at points.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp theo #ikevamp theodorus #you know i think about this a lot only because #sometimes i don't really realize how intimidating they are to people??? i just see them as clowns HAHAHAHA #i feel for yall i mean its not really something everyone is comfortable with so **pats**#ideally they'll be understanding #worst case they'll just avoid and drown themselves in their work #can we get an F in the chat #i hope this was helpful/entertaining! <3333 #always welcome here lovely~#and ill be getting to those theo requests today so theyll be up soon~#i started binging a kdrama and there went my attention span for the week LMFAO #not incorrect quotes #rambles

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robotwrangler · 3 years

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Thinking a lot of postgame Yes Man thoughts tonight.. I have so many ideas about the development of his personality and morality depending on what sort of person the courier happens to be?

(Putting the rest under a cut because this post got kinda long)

So like.. to preface this, I’ve seen it said by a few people (and I agree) that, because it can be completed no matter what your courier has done beforehand, the independent/wildcard ending has the potential to be either the best or the worst ending for the Mojave depending on your courier’s actions leading up to it; it’s all dependant on what sort of a person your courier is, their moral compass, what they’ve done. A wildcard courier could be any sort of person; they could be the dumbest idiot, an absolute saint or the cruellest bastard who ever lived. And one thing that I think should be explored more is the way that this relates to Yes Man.

Yes Man doesn’t really seem to know anyone else. He knew Benny, of course, and possibly Emily Ortal to some degree, but there’s not really much evidence to show what their relationship was like; he seems almost a little scathing or resentful of Benny here and there, but mostly speaks about him in an indifferent, ‘just stating the facts’ sort of way that makes me suspect that they weren’t very close. His opinions on a few of the factions are actually quite different to Benny’s, so it seems his values are mostly his own and didn’t just rub off on him from Benny. As for other people knowing him, Benny is the only person in the game to mention Yes Man by name, so we can assume the courier is the only other person he’s actually spent any time with.

In a way, I guess you could say this means that Yes Man goes from Benny’s workshop being his entire world to the courier being his entire world, and this is where it gets interesting to me.

Everyone has different interpretations of what Yes Man means by upgrading himself to be ‘a little more assertive’ at the end of the game. Sure, word of god said something about it just being intended to mean that Yes Man would no longer have to answer to anyone but the courier, but I like to think that it could be interpreted differently, depending on what sort of a dynamic that particular courier has built up with Yes Man.

As much as I always roll my eyes at the ‘Yes Man is actually evil and manipulating the courier in order to rise to power and then betray them’ types of theories, Yes Man is clearly capable of forming his own opinions and feelings towards things and people.. so, after the battle of Hoover Dam, once his upgrade is complete and he’s no longer forced by his programming to submit to the whims of whoever he speaks to, would he really choose to remain loyal to just any courier?

Despite his people-pleasing tendencies, Yes Man always makes his preferences pretty clear when he presents choices of action to the courier. There’s usually one choice he seems enthused about, and another choice that he presents as undesirable, whether that’s because it’s a bad choice for the future of New Vegas, or just less appealing to him, personally. For example, his disdain for the BOS appears to be at least partially out of concern for his own wellbeing - if the courier tells him that they’ve sided with the BOS, his immediate disappointment seems to be mostly based on his concern that the BOS will really want to blow him up or scrap him for salvage; he almost seems insulted that the courier would side with a faction that would wish harm on him.

Anyway, this post is getting too long already because I have too many thoughts and I’m not capable of being concise ever, so I’ll try and get to the point: the unique dynamic that each different courier has with Yes Man could deeply impact the sort of person he becomes once he has more free will. Once Benny is out of the picture, the courier is presumably the only person in Yes Man’s life, so the way that they treat him and maybe even just their own personality could both seriously influence the direction he takes as a character.

If the courier consistently disregarded Yes Man’s wishes, perhaps by getting cosy with the BOS and blowing up the securitron army and whatnot, would Yes Man hold resentment towards them for it? What if they were openly hostile towards him over the course of their partnership; would he really remain on their side once he finally had a choice in the matter? If they treated him cruelly, and he later killed them or left them once he had the free will to do so, would he then be more likely to hold distrust and resentment for humans in general as a result of his limited experience with them being so unpleasant?

On the other hand, what if a courier was kind and considerate towards him, and treated him with respect as though he were just another valued friend they’d made along the way? Would he enjoy their company, and choose to stay by their side even once his upgrade was complete and he was no longer obligated to help them?

Something else to consider is something I find especially interesting; what if the courier’s overall morals and their treatment of Yes Man weren’t exactly aligned? For example, a very good karma courier who happens to hate robots and only sides with Yes Man as a last resort, due to it being the only way to achieve an independent New Vegas, but doesn’t actually like him or befriend him? What would become of their partnership once the courier succeeded at the Dam?

Or, possibly my favourite concept, the complete opposite.. what about a courier with very evil karma who’s basically an irredeemable, bloodthirsty sadist, but they happen to really like Yes Man & think he’s neat so they become inseparable friends with him? What would Yes Man himself be like if the courier he was so close to was objectively a monstrous person?

And that’s one of the things I find the most fun to theorise about. Yes Man’s own morals are sort of a blank slate; despite how friendly and harmless he appears, he’s still really a big, formidable robot who seems to have accidentally been made far too self aware, and he may have a few opinions about certain things but when it comes down to it, Yes Man on his own is neither good nor evil. However, I think that depending on the kind of person the courier is, and the nature of their relationship, his morals could either remain quite neutral or develop considerably in either direction, so there are tons of ways to portray his postgame personality and they‘re all equally plausible because he’s just such a uniquely flexible character in that way.

Perhaps he picks up a mean streak from his evil courier friend and they have an absolute blast terrorising the wasteland and its inhabitants together! Or perhaps his loyalties lie with a kind and idealistic courier who tries their best to help people, and he comes to understand the importance of such things as he helps them achieve their goals! Either way, he’d still be the Yes Man that we know and love; the difference in him in those scenarios purely depends on the company he keeps and their actions towards him.

Anyway, that’s all I have to say about this stuff for now; I’ve been wanting to write about this for about a year, so I hope you’ll all excuse how long this post got. This is still all total speculation, since there's really no way of knowing for sure what Yes Man would be like after the upgrade or even the extent of the upgrade in general, but I just feel like there's so much unexplored potential for character development and postgame story stuff. The most important point I’m trying to make is I guess just to remember to have fun with the dynamic between Yes Man and the courier! The wildcard storyline leaves so much up to interpretation in regards to him, so it can be really fun to experiment with that. And it’s cool to think that, in a way, the Yes Man that your courier interacts with is unique to them, because no two couriers are the same!

#whew! LONG post i wasnt kidding!!#god it feels good to get this out but also im Nervous hghfjghf #ive never posted anything this long before and i was too shy to ask anyone else to like... beta or proofread it #i did pick at it for hours though so hopefully it's ok!!#yes man #fallout new vegas #fnv

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thevindicativevordan · 3 years

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You got any thoughts on Superman Birthright?

Probably my second or third favorite Superman origin, and the one that has my favorite Clark/Lex interactions.

Real pity it didn't get to stick as the "canon" origin because I like it a lot more than the Byrne origin that preceded it and the Johns Secret Origin that succeeded it. Smallville's influence is undeniable, but not a detriment, I like the Kents as flawed younger parents rather than wizened flawless mentors (if they have to be alive still when Clark becomes Superman that is). Pa Kent struggling with feelings of alienation with regards to Clark growing up and taking more of an interest in his heritage is still one of my favorite Pa/Clark moments in Superman's history. Ma Kent being a UFO buff is a great idea, apparently Waid had a story about that he never got to tell. I wonder what it was? Would probably make for a nice Annual or fill in story now that he's back at DC.

Lois is great of course, for all the reasons she usually is, as is Perry who gets way more panel space here than he usually does. Lois and Perry's relationship here is hilarious, love the gag where he writes out two lists of reasons to fire or keep her respectively. "No good place to hide the body" had me cackling. Jimmy though is just kind of there, he's the pal who has Supes back as always, but he's heavily overshadowed by the rest of the cast. Only real disappointment for me in terms of the core cast members.

There's a lot to like here in it's handling of Clark Kent as well. Love that Waid actually shows us Clark has travelled the world to gain some perspective, that he's not naïve or clueless, simply idealistic. He's seen the cruelty of the world up close, and he's also seen the way people react when they realize they're dealing with someone who has "gifts" (whether that's himself or Lex).

Showing us some of Clark's pre-Daily Planet journalist career is also a big pro for me, that's an area of Clark's life I wish got fleshed out more. Waid manages to establish a divide between the Clark and Superman identities that still makes the two feel different without it being a repeat of Pre-Crisis. It's a return to Superman being more "real" while Clark is more of a disguise, but "Clark" isn't bumbling so much as overlooked and ignored (which if you've lived in a big city is pretty much exactly how you get treated as a newcomer). His co-workers barely acknowledge his existence, Lois isn't giving him the time of day, Perry tears him a new one for not having a story to turn in about the ongoing alien invasion on time, Clark has to suffer in the trenches over the course of the story to prove himself.

Like Morrison's Action Comics run, this origin tries to fold a lot of the original Golden Age attitude back into Superman. This incarnation is a man with a temper, him shooting a gun then catching the bullet before it hits the guy who sold guns to a school shooter is literally a recreation of a Golden Age panel. Yet this isn't a "retro" take at all, despite being from Christopher Reeve's biggest fan. Waid writes Clark as someone who makes mistakes, fucks up in ways you don't typically see Superman do, and has a lot of doubts about whether or not he can live up to the task he's set before himself. Doesn't help that Metropolis doesn't welcome him any more easily as Superman than it does as Clark.

Public opinion about him is divided at first, then swings heavily to negative as Lex frames him for a false flag Kryptonian invasion, only to finally recover after he saves the day and exposes Lex. Personally I like Superman to have to work for that glowing reputation he usually enjoys, and if Lex is involved in trying to turn the public against him, so much the better. The anger and contempt towards Lex he demonstrates in particular sets the tone for the relationship between the two in the modern day.

Speaking of Lex, my God, this has got to be one of my favorite takes on him, and on his relationship with Clark, both pre and post Superman.

As adults Waid nails the Post-Crisis status quo of Lex being a selfish piece of shit who hides his nature behind a façade of philanthropy. For all his attempts at projecting an aura of power and intelligence, both of which he has in spades, Lex is so clearly defined by the lack of love and understanding he was shown as a youth. It's Superman "disrespecting" him, by not being happy to pose for photos with Lex after seeing him commit an act of sabotage, that pisses Lex off. For this "crime" Lex does everything he can to smear Superman to the public, and entertains holographic fantasies of dissecting Supes to copy his powers. He quips that killing Kal is "genocide" since he's the last of his people, something he demonstrates no empathy for at all given he laughs in Clark's face when he realizes Superman doesn't know he's the last.

Waid's Lex is probably one of the most monstrous incarnations, yet one of the most sympathetic as well. For my money, Waid is the one who convinced me that Clark and Lex being friends back in Smallville is a good thing.

One reason is that Clark gets to see how people react to "gifted" individuals. By observing the way Lex is treated for being unlike the rest, Clark gets a taste of what's to come if his own abilities were ever exposed. This has the dual benefit of establishing why Clark puts so much effort into making people feel at ease, and also establishing Lex as sympathetic for being unable to hide like Clark can.

The second big reason is that it shows why Clark thinks there's a chance Lex can be redeemed. Birthright Lex wasn't a monster from the start. At first he tried to help, but it always backfired. Doubling the efficiency of the milking machine scared/hurt the cows and upset Pa Kent, his ideas for how to improve the local government got rejected, and of course his experiment with Kryptonite. Sad twist of fate that Lex mistaking Clark's look of pain for the fear/disgust he sees everywhere else is what causes Clark to eventually give him that look of disgust for real when they reunite as adults. But having their first interactions be friendly instead of hostile makes Clark's hope that Lex can become a force for good feel grounded in reality instead of hopelessly naïve.

Can't gush enough about Yu's art either, he can make Superman look bright and inspiring, or scary as hell. His take on Metropolis makes it look and feel like a "City of Tomorrow", someplace exciting and dangerous, a city that needs Superman to protect it. Yu's Krypton is also one of my favorite incarnations, love that he gave Lara the S-curl! That's one idea from the DCAU I wish had become sacrosanct for all future origin retellings. Lara doesn't get to have enough influence on Kal to my tastes, so any little bit counts.

Sadly overlooked as it was coming out due to Azzarello and Lee doing For Tomorrow, it seems like it's risen in status after the fact. The S-shield being a symbol of hope on Krypton in addition to the El family crest has carried forward thanks to the DCEU (which is hilarious given Waid's feelings on that franchise).

Waid has another Superman project coming up next year with Brian Hitch that appears to be a "Year 2" follow up to Birthright. No clue if it will actually take place in strict continuity with Birthright, honestly it feels weird to have anyone but Yu do a direct followup to that, but Waid has said that a Superman run from him would basically be an issue 13 that continues from this story. I'm excited to see Waid take another big swing at Superman, I think he still has it in him to put out a great story, and Birthright being out of continuity may end up being to everyone's benefit. If this ends up being Waid's last Superman story, I hope he gets to do whatever he wants with the Birthrightverse. Kill off the Kents if that's his desire, I know he prefers them dead (as do I). Fingers crossed whatever he comes up with is good.

#superman #superman birthright #lex luthor #mark waid #dc comics

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illusionsofdreaming · 3 years

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Can I order headcanons from the tcf threesome with a sweet demon? She accidentally ran away from the demon world and started crying when the boys attacked her. Have a good day! 👍

Notes: Of course you may! We still don’t know much about the demonic race to be honest so if the novel reveals important information about them later everything here might become completely irrelevant lol. But from what we got so far, demonic race seems to be generalised as a big no-no and inherently evil but what if we have a sweet demon outlier?

These headcanons are written with Fem Reader.

Ft: Cale, Choi Han, Alberu

Cale Henituse

Cale really isn’t the type of person to attack another without good reason to do so - even if they just leapt out of the demonic gate

But expect to be surrounded by open hostility and all weapons bared at you by his protective allies and friends as Cale observes with a frown by the side

Well this is a problem? You don’t exactly fit into the image painted of the demonic race - a race so indescribably and inherently ‘not-good’ that the dragon race was created just to keep them in check

that brings in a lot of problems that Cale honestly doesn’t really want to think about

the possibility that there could be a misunderstanding and that the Gods are yet again fucking with him

Whether or not he believes your story of ‘running away from the demon world’ is 50/50. Of course he’s not going to rule out that you could be a spy sent from the demonic world either

Expect to be under monitor for a long while - either with a dragon placed to watch you, or some kind of device kept on you to keep you in place

You have to prove yourself over and over again to slowly gain his trust, and even then Cale will still have his reservations about you

There will be many tests, some are obvious, others less - Cale will always analyse your responses critically: such as when providing information about the demonic race, answer too quickly and it might seem as if you’re too eager to share, answer too slow then whatever you shared might have been filtered

Anyways, Cale’s an extremely cautious man and despite what everyone thinks, he does not randomly adopt people on a whim until he has some confidence they won’t hurt his family

Cale’s a man who has a very clear idea where he draws his moral lines, if you ever cross them, it’s a big. No. He is not a man who forgives or forgets easily, and to regain his trust anew after betraying it, will be extremely hard

Throughout monitoring though, if you’ve consistently shown good behaviour, Cale does soften slightly

His wariness of you is still evident, but he’ll be more willing to share, more willing to let you participate (and once he starts letting you participate in his plans, be ready to work hard)

Eventually, though it’s never formally addressed, you’ve integrated into part of the family, the transition wasn’t even obvious and no one’s sure when it truly happened. But it just did.

Welcome to the family

Choi Han

The first one with a sword to your neck and would’ve beheaded you if it weren’t for Cale’s timely intervention

Your tears threw him off and does sucker punch his heart with guilt - Choi Han is now thoroughly confused and at a loss as to how he should deal with you

On one hand, all the dragons are bristling at your existence, everything that they’re made of is just screaming to get rid of you, but on the other hand, you look a bit too feeble to look like the big threat you’re suppose to be

He’s confused yes, but his guards are not down

Any suspicious move towards Cale will guarantee that you’ll be sent flying immediately - so if you value your life, you’ll make no sudden movements towards Cale for the time being

He volunteered to be the one who’d monitor you 24/7

And... it’s surprisingly uneventful because you genuinely have no nefarious intentions

In a way, one can say it’s easier to win his trust compared to Cale because Choi Han really leads with his heart in his palms

After a while of observation in which you have thoroughly melted away his initial wariness he becomes less of a jail keeper and more of a guardian

Still feels a bit guilty for scaring you during your very first meeting

You told him it’s alright since you knew the demonic race never had good reputation to begin with, it was to be expected

Feels even worse after hearing that

With Choi Han vouching for your person even Cale has to concede and shelve his wariness

and well, let’s be honest, with Cale on board, you can expect some kind of movement coming up to clear the horrible misunderstandings on the demonic kind

Alberu Crossman

Like Cale, his trust takes hard work and time to earn

But unlike Cale, his distrust and misgivings are hidden behind an amicable smile

Alberu Crossman is one who’d wear a friendly outgoing nature as a mask to lower other people’s guards so that it’d be easier for him to read them

An innocent naive demon like you would fall easily to his charms and glib tongue

While you receive hostility and wariness from others, Alberu will show sympathy and understanding (and send spies behind his back to investigate the truths of anything you say)

By the time you realise, you’ve already shared your whole family history, background and secrets with him and yet know nothing about the crown prince himself

Of course, as Crown Prince he does not have all the time to investigate you himself so if anyone he really trusts can vouch for your innocence, then he’ll choose to believe in their judgement

You’ll begin to learn the difference between his ‘public’ smiles and genuine smiles and you’re just glad you receive the latter nowadays

Once you earn Alberu’s trust , he’ll feel a need to protect you since he feels sympathetic and can understand the pain of being judged because of what you were born as

One of his personal goals is to end racism and he is ashamed to admit that he too had made unfair assumptions about your person due to your race

The crown prince falling to his knees shocked everyone and you hurriedly waved off his apologies and asked him to stand

The public’s opinion on the demonic race had received a blow - after all, if their beloved Sun of the Roan Kingdom had the humility to admit his wrongdoings, shouldn’t they as his citizens also learn from his actions?

It was the first step in breaking free the borders between races

(He’s a little sorry he used you in this way, but his apologies were nonetheless genuine and sincere. It’s just slightly more efficient to kill two birds with one stone correct?)

He’ll treat you like his little sister

Call him older brother and he’ll die of family feels

#tcf #trash of the count's family #headcanons #cale henituse #choi han #alberu crossman #sweet demon #probably non-canon #btw this is not the fluffy bandaid i was alluding to #anyways #watch as end game chapters get released #and render all my headcanons irrelevant #lol #neither of these three really will attack on sight unless you give them good reason to #linavaro2 #tcf x reader #fem reader

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vidalinav · 3 years

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Why? Why? WHY? Rant 2.0

ACOSF is very interesting to me, because there was absolutely no reason to have any of them be so antogonistic to Nesta when she was at rock bottom unless it’s to set up that they’re still going to be problems with Nesta in later books. That’s what SJM set up whether she meant to or not and only time will tell. But If the IC and the sisters had said nothing and were more neutral and the plot stayed the same... it would have been a better book. If they showed an ounce of compassion, it would have been a fantastic book. If there was a mixture of different views on the matter, it would have been a realistic book. Except in the narrative we got, the amount of antagonism is too strong for what didn’t happen to negate that, which is also why I have such a bad feeling about this healing arc. Let me explain.

Let’s say they said nothing. They told her about the intervention. Nesta agreed albeit still feeling a bit betrayed because she wanted more time to heal. Rhys was quiet, not sneering. Mor didn’t say anything. Amren was civil maybe business like. They were a bit pushy about using her powers, but Nesta conceded after learning about the baby. They were never directly antagonist. Elain stayed away, but we’d obviously know why from Nesta’s POV. We would also know why Feyre is not there, because Nesta doesn’t want to see her. Cassian would then be there to segment the romance and be the person she leans on, when she is healing. Maybe she’s a bit mean, but he takes it. He challenges, eventually he shows the more caring part of himself and the romance begins. Everything else can stay the same, mostly Cassian too. IF that all happened, then I would be more inclined to believe that the intervention was necessary, that Nesta had a skewed perspective, that they all might have tried to help at some point but Nesta was the one pushing them all away and did so up to this point. She would have her revelations, her epiphanies, and realize hey perhaps she is mean sometimes, or she would still have her personal hatred, and it would be about accountability, but no one is actively proving her right about her skewed perspective. The consequence is then not that she is being shamed into healing, but that without healing, she would lose her relationships and she wants them. She grows to want them. I would then be inclined to believe that the IC were waiting her out, possibly having Feyre or Cassian in their best interest if not Nesta, and that they were minding their own business until they directly needed Nesta involved. Not hostile, but wary perhaps. And then when Nesta did start healing and opening up, then their reactions would have made sense in that they were lightly friendly but not close, and it was up to Nesta to really fix those relationships. And when she did sacrifice her powers, then it would have been purely internal, that Nesta was proving to herself and to others that she’s open for love and that she loves them, particularly Feyre. The entire healing arc then would have been more internal because it focuses on Nesta and not the IC’s involvement with Nesta, and the outcomes and the ending are still the same.

Opposite wise, let’s say that the IC/sisters were empathetic, as in the arc that would be more external. Healing not just for Nesta but for the relationships. A reciprocal sort of love. Feyre would tell her that they’re intervening, but because they care for her and she’ll learn in due time. Rhys would maybe be more hard-pressed, but we would see instances where he understands the darkness, the hollow feeling. We would have Amren who looks deeply concerned for Nesta, because she had been her friend at some point. We’d have Elain, who would come to the library desperately seeking comradery and even though she cries at what Nesta says, she understands that Nesta is hard-pressed and only recently started healing. Cassian would possibly be getting frustrated, but there would always be this internal monologue of I want Nesta to heal. I want that girl back. I understand as a soldier if nothing else. Having this deep sorrow in his chest from perhaps not being able to do anything but wait. Mor wouldn’t have to be nice, but she would see how Nesta fits in the library, know the pain of growing up in a gilded cage, would perhaps see Feyre and Cassian and feel compassion for her friends and want to perhaps help for them, so she offers to teach Nesta how to dance. Nesta then would slowly open up to them, open up to love, and all of the ugly parts of herself, the hateful, angry parts would then be juxtaposed with the action of everyone else, with the love that she needs to feel for herself, the love that came even at the last moment with her father. And when she sacrifices her powers, it’s just proof again, that she loves, and she wants to love, and she’s willing to be hurt for love, because she wants to feel it all. And then the relationships at the end would then be open to be made, to be healed more completely, but then I would understand this hopeful sort of ending where her story is complete, but also just beginning.

Third option, is that we could get a bit of everything, because why does everyone have the same opinion as it seems in the book? Perhaps it’s Feyre and Cassian who completely show compassion, empathy. Elain could still have the problems, but either show empathy, or completely be antagonistic. Azriel is fairly neutral, Rhys is maybe more neutral where they’re waiting it out, but there are no bad opinions towards her. The antagonists could be Mor and Amren. Any of these people could be switched in that role, but the point would be that a few are neutral and more business like or minding their own. A few could possibly have bad intentions and it would be clear. And some would be undeniably empathetic, and I don’t mean to be kind--I mean that they understand, they have viewed Nesta through her eyes, and understand what she is going through and are unwilling to give up on her. The empathy would be the important aspect. But the point would be that none of them change their characteristics. The antagonists would still be fairly antagonistic. The mind your own’s would be open to a friendship, but the friendship would need work but there is a foundation for it. The empathetic would be completely close to the main, because they have stood by her, they have fought, and Nesta would realize this in her own personal journey. They have segmented a bond. The plot would be the same, except we’d now see that some characters suck more than others, and there’s definitely character arcs and growth that need to be made, but it would lead to future books that that might be highlighted and therefore leaves the door open for the rest of the series.

HOWEVER, what we got is very odd.

Because all of these characters start off antagonistic. All of them have some comments that are goading (except for Azriel). We have Feyre who makes the embarrassment comment, Rhys who... is antagonistic in many places. I won’t list them all. We have Mor and her lines. We have Amren and her lines. We have Elain and her lines. And no variation with anyone. Nesta gets proven right about her wrong perspective. She has an internal healing arc that seems to just morph into another odd perception, because she’s never proved wrong about herself, but she’s proven right about how good Cassian is (rolls eyes). She notes that she might like who she's becoming by the end, but how? Why? What has occurred to disprove her irrational thoughts? At the end, she is still very much irrational. Nesta still thinks too highly of Cassian, and she thinks too highly of everyone, and very little for herself. She is ripped wide open emotionally though, but that happens after the solstice scene where life suddenly looks very good. She apologies to Amren, who probably least deserved the apology, and to Cassian who also makes comments, but keeps making comments until the end where he means to apologize but doesn’t get the chance to by plot. Oh wait, she does apologize to Feyre about telling her about the baby, I think, but that situation is just swept under the rug for how dramatic it ended up being. Her not wanting to exist is also one and done. The necessity of the intervention is never highlighted, so the reader questions if it was necessary. I question if she might not need an intervention from them. Some of them stay the same throughout (Azriel, maybe Elain... maybe Feyre). Some of them miraculously change to neutral, even if nothing happens to change their mind (Mor). Some of them just change completely (Amren). Some of the relationships are only really fixed because of the baby plot (Rhys and Feyre). And Cassian is probably the only one who has the most reasonable scenario on why that relationship blooms, but it’s questionable if it was truly satisfying because ultimately the only person who really had growth was Nesta even though there are two POVs. And at the end, no one still has shown empathy. Well actually Gwyn and Emerie showed empathy, so perhaps the motivation in healing with Nesta was just added friends, a mate, and distraction. Which I guess... but why then involve so much of the opinions of the IC/sisters if they don’t mean too much? Why emphasize the danger of Nesta, the badness of Nesta, the problems with Nesta, and not negate any of these in scenes with the people that are perceiving her like that. Especially if the goal of this is not to just heal but to heal relationships, as it seems like that was the goal or should have been the goal if the perceptions of others were emphasized. So the end was almost too happy, too hopeful for an arc that started off with such deep trauma and every relationship seemingly failing to a point where the others are antagonistic, and who the narrator received the bare minimum at best to facilitate change... It’s a balance issue I’m telling you.

And, I am making general statements about what happened for good reason. I am trying to show how this could be more satisfying, if the aspects of the story was changed just a teeny bit. I have never read a book so deep in good and bad things. So easily arguable and all it took was how other people affected the narrative. So, I ask why? Why not make the IC/sisters empathetic or neutral or a strong variation of all three (empathetic, neutral, and antagonist). Why have all of them start fairly antagonist, very obviously antagonistic actually, and then have no major scenes of disproval? Because if you start that dramatic you need dramatic scenes throughout to facilitate the dramatic ending. If you start very low or very angry and the ending is suppose to be higher than rock bottom, the middle scenes should be a tug of war. So where was it? Why do it?

WHy? why? WHY???????

#nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #anti acosf #anti sjm #is this my last rant #idk #i need to get over this book

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Fall in Azuchi

pairings : Kirishima Eijiro x (fem)reader

wordcount :5050 words

warnings : just fluff, lots of it. flirty kiri, soft kiri. Ancient japan setting ( kiri is a warlord) mentions of war and blood but not too many and nothing too descriptive.

After Kirishima, on a passing, tried the dumplings that you made, he couldn’t get the taste out of his mind. Now that it’s fall festival, it’s about time he paid you a visit.

note: this work was done as a part of a collab with the theme ‘Fall Festival’ in mind. Thanks to all the encouragement of the amazing participants, this work turned out well ! thanks to @etegomanere / @dark-and-delightful for being beta and giving constant encouragement. Please don’t hesitate to check out the work of the others in this collab, they all worked so hard and did amazing !

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Fall. The season of rebirth, of crispy leaves and chilled weather.

But in Azuchi, the most prosperous city of its time in the era, famed for its magnificent castle and fearsome warlord, Bakugou Katsuki (warlord most likely to unify the nation), fall isn’t famed for its abundance of orange leaves painting the ground. No, it was famed for its most festive celebrations that took place during it. Fall festival.

In a time of war and unsettlement, instead of collectively resenting our lives and how the cycle of rebirth let us down, we instead decide to unify and bring out the best in each other. Lanterns decorated the prosperous city, coloured orange to pay homage to the season and its beauty. Each tea house and corner shop brings its bakes its best selections, which didn’t stray too far from Yokan pumpkin cake, dumplings with pumpkin, pumpkin in this and pumpkin in that, it would be appropriate to send gratitude to the Portuguese for the wonderful fruit.

It’s a time where stalls litter every corner of the region, and where musicians display their talent to the joyous masses. It's a happy time. Especially for the infamous Kirishima Eijiro, warlord and head of the Kirishima clan, who just defeated a rebellion in his region and came to celebrate the festival on his ally’s land, Bakugou Katsuki, devil king of the sixth heaven. The blunt truth was that although Kirishima loved his homeland, Azuchi was a good place to unwind in. The other truth would be that Kirishima missed his friend and wanted to make sure he’s doing well.

But there was an unavowed, untold wish in there somewhere. It's got little to do with the vicious- yet- not really warlord that Kirishima made an ally of, and not his beautiful Azuchi where the colour orange reigned over, making the land appear like a painting for the faraway eyes. But to say that it has nothing to do with the festival would be a lie, because a certain tea house that Kirishima is dying to visit would surely be participating.

It started with Kaminari buying him some dumplings from there for their journey to ambush a camp of bandits. Kirishima fell in love with the flavour.

He never got the time to visit again, despite intending to, as an upheaval of battles barged their way into his life, disturbing any momentary peace he experienced. As his life often is, not that he hates it, Kirishima learned to love the symphony of clashing swords and the red paint that coloured a battlefield, he learned to appreciate it as an artist admires a finished piece of work that took blood, sweat, and tears to finish.

He learned how to find euphoria in the quickening of his heartbeat as it feared for its host’s life.

But when Kirishima tastes those dumplings, despite him being an amazing and talented cook, he was enamored with their taste, he found pleasure in something far from war, far from anything he found ecstatic in the ring of a bloodthirsty man.

That small rush of happiness that flooded his taste buds and went straight to his heart was short-lived, and Kirishima was starting to forget the feeling itself. But tonight, he finally visits the place. Tonight he will see the cute waitress that works there that Kaminari babbled on and on about.

So, dressed in a quite seasonal Yukata that was tailored with the best seamstresses in town, Kirishima left Azuchi castle to march into the festive town.

The harmony of instruments filled the town from the direction of the shrine, giving the already festive town and even more joyous atmosphere. Laughter filled the air as people walked by, purchasing from the stalls who went the extra mile to include many pumpkin flavoured and orange sweets. And while tōrōs were lined up in every corner and on top of every place, nothing compared to the brightness on people’s faces from every corner, every tea shop, every merry couple, and all bright-eyed children. From poor workers to prosperous merchants, everyone sported a type of smile that let you know they were pleased on this day.

It’s quite different from the savage, animalistic and feral look Kirishima has whenever he stands victorious after a battle, when he relishes in the afterglow of battle now that it’s done. When his one eye surveys the after damage, tears at the corner of it but not from sadness, but not quite exhaustion either.

Kirishima continued walking, his mind plagued by thoughts, whether unwelcomed or not, until he reached his destination, stopping abruptly when he realized he was about to walk past it. He fixed his eyepatch, and grinned wolfishly, albeit slightly when he noticed you. You were everything Kaminari described and more. Down from your cute smile to your bright (e/c) eyes, that looked warm and welcoming. Even your cheeks had a healthy tint of red to them, as if you were bashful. Kirishima’s feet carried him to you, not stopping at your shocked face, who wouldn’t be shocked at seeing the one-eyed tiger? But although that expression on your face was cute, Kirishima wanted to elicit another kind of expression.

“You are the one who made dumplings here a few weeks ago, right? Your dumplings are amazing !” Kirishima praised, a lackadaisical smile on his handsome face. He saw how you flushed, not expecting him to compliment you straight off the bat.

“Uh, thank you, I don’t believe I saw you around here m’ lord.” You responded politely, already acquainted with the one-eyed lord through seeing him through your town a lot, and hearing the whispers of castle servants who visited the merchants for different tasks. You heard how powerful he is, and you observed how popular as well, from the blushes on the maidens’ cheeks as they spoke of him.

You were quite flattered at his compliment, that someone of such importance was praising you, yet even willing to talk to you unprompted.

His smile got even wider at hearing your response, his tiger-like teeth sharp and fully on display as he flashed you a heart fluttering, fan worthy smile.

“Yeah, a friend of mine bought them from here. He went on and on about you, and I have to agree. “You familiar with Kaminari Denki?” At that, you gasped in recognition, nodding your head fondly as you flushed.

“Well, give him my thanks for the good words, at least I hope they were ?”

“All good, kitten.” You raised your eyebrows at the nickname, for sure impressed and embarrassed by the warlord's forwardness. You had many responses, but were afraid to voice them, lest you overstepped your boundaries. But this warlord seemed too friendly, too approachable then the others you heard of or met to get offended by your statement.

“Kitten? M’lord, you’re the tiger, doesn’t that make you the kitten?” You snarked, relieved when you saw no sign of hostility on his face, only a smirk appreciatively as your flirty tone set in.

“A lass with snark. I like that. Please don’t scratch this lord with your claws.” He teased, a finger caressing your warmed cheeks.

“Would you like a table, lord Eijiro ?” You questioned reminding him that he was standing in the middle of a tea house conversing with a worker. He nodded, telling you to lead the way with a ‘lass’ somewhere in his statement. He ordered some of the dumplings he was so enthusiastic about, and a nice serving of kabocha pumpkin yokan with tea.

His order arrived shortly, the restaurant owner being over-excited about having a lord in his premise. He took a bite of the dumplings, the firm texture crispy, until he broke through the layer to reveal the sweetness he was enthralled with. The deliciousness spread to his mouth, the taste transferring to warmth as it reached his very own heart. It tingled, and tickled, like someone was caressing it with a feather or blanketing it after a long day of winter and rain. He could never understand how one piece of dumpling can make him so happy, even though he was an avid fan of food, his own could never make him feel this way. He blushed slightly, not used to- well- anything having this effect on him. His clean hand went to his crimson hair, running through it as he tried to regain his composure. His fingers wrapped around the teacup, lifting it to his lips and taking a sip, slowly as to not burn his tongue. Even your tea was amazing, what in God’s name?

A crispy leaf flew, fluttering until it landed next to his plate. He took hold of it with his slender and calloused fingers, not expecting it to break due to its expired state. It’s weak in nature, perhaps similar to humans, but it would be more accurate to describe them as ephemeral. They feel easily, and their destiny is so swayable by the tides of fate.

Then he saw you, fluttering about, serving from table to table with a smile, a polite one, but it nevertheless enchanted him with its beauty. He wanted to see you smile even wider, a truer smile. He wanted to see that adorable tint on your cheeks get even redder when he teases you. He found you inexplicably irresistible. He thought you were just a talented but shy lass, but then you went and teased him right back, quite a bold and unexpected move. It showed him how much he truly needs to understand a person like you.

And as the warmth of the tea soaked his heart and made it feel lukewarm on a fairly chilly day, he made a resolve to see you again. He really wants to eat your food, and maybe discover why he loves it so much. Maybe it’s a trade secret? But he has a feeling it’s something to do with its very own creator: you.

And once he finished his food, he gave you one last look, willing the image of you to imprint on his mind before he found the will to leave. And once his shadow was made scarce, you looked at his empty seat, disappointed to find its previous occupant gone.

Kirishima walked around, trying to find something entertaining, like a token that he can take home with him. Or an interesting thing that will form a memory that he can keep. To say ‘hey I did this and that’ but nothing seems to appease the young lord.

His thoughts keep straying to you, as if they were not his own.

His hand involuntarily twitched to his sword, caressing the handle gingerly. Worn and sturdy, the handle still feels somewhat warm, despite Kirishima not touching it today, he hadn’t had a reason to. He’s almost wishing for one.

Alas, not all wishes come true. Kirishima could sit all day wishing that some bandits would terrorize some alleyway to an inconspicuous teashop, where he’d stumble accidentally, finding the pretty commoner who served him dumplings being manhandled, he’d waltz in and become her samurai in shining Katana. Nah, he’d be better off becoming a Noh fanatic.

He did find a stand that served dumplings though. And he purchased one, but as the taste hit, he found himself immediately dissatisfied. Je looked around, seeing every customer eating carelessly, none sporting the frown he has, laughing as they bit down on their dessert, not finding a problem with the texture, taste, feel, and paste.

After Kirishima had a taste of ambrosia, this felt like a premature grape, plucked too early and aged like milk instead of wine.

His eyes glazed over, before a lantern-lit up over his head. Why is he huffing and puffing like a child?! If he wants excitement, if he wants answers, then he’ll get them. Why else is he Kirishima Eijirou?

Kirishima dumped the dumplings he bought, running over to the teashop he knows you work in. Luck seems to be on his side, because when he arrived, he saw you leaving, wearing a different attire that did no justice to your beauty. A carmine colored Kimono. You and his match! That must be a sign from buddha!

He could up to you, his giant figure deterring the bypassers from wanting to bump into him.

“Kitten!” He beamed at you.

You furrowed your brows for a second, turning around to gouge where the sound came from, only for your search to be cut short as your eyes met a cheerful lord’s.

“Lord Eijirou, have you been enjoying the festival?” You questioned politely, wanting to fill the silence that would ensue as you resisted the urge to question him with what you are really thinking. You didn’t want to impose, you were all too aware of his situation and yours.

“So like, how much do you get paid a month here?” He asked. He watched your brows furrow quizzically as you answered.

“And what would you say if I offered to give you more then triple that if you make me dinner, with dessert and all ?” He further interrogated, piquing your interest.

“Well then I’d say lead the way, m’ lord !” You replied cheerfully, his nature must be contagious.

His lips quirked at your reply, his canines visible giving him a mischievous look despite the innocence his smile itself radiated. He grabbed your hand, to your astonishment, and zeroed through the crowd, his long legs giving him advantage, however, you were stuck using up all your stamina to even keep up with him in a crowded street!

He kept a tight hold of your hand, not stopping once nor did his lips cease to smile. He would have looked like a feral cat, his sharp teeth on display in excitement, running with a sole destination while everyone around him appeared to be simple herbivores, insignificant and incomparable to the majestic being he is. But he honestly looked more like a carefree child, his bloody eyes like bright berries, glinting in harmless excitement.

Eventually, the crowd was dispersed, and the castle was naught but a few feet away. You suddenly felt anxious, were you really going in there? Did you really hold hands with Kirishima Eijiro? It was high, really high, and you felt intimidated looking at it. Meanwhile, the male next to you rolled his shoulders.

“Man, I just couldn’t wait to eat more of your cooking! I’m sure some people must have enjoyed this festival, but after I had your food, I think I got ruined, so you have to take responsibility! Wouldn’t want this handsome lord to starve.” He confessed excitedly, rambling as he led you to the castle, at a walking pace this time, although the exercise he did and made you do didn’t seem to deter him or have the least effect on him. He walked over the bridge, and walked you through the entry of the castle as if it’s as familiar as home to him.

Kirishima however paused when he saw a blond warlord approach him with an unimpressed look. The intimidating warlord dressed in fancy embroidered orange kimono approached. The air around him felt hot and cold at the same time, and his face was devoid of any smile, instead, his full lips were scowling, and his hellish red eyes were glaring rather grumpily. His spiky hair looked as sharp as the swords he carries, and you found yourself shrinking behind Kirishima. Who seemed unphased, if anything.

“Hey man! Looking sharp, I guess even you like celebrating fall season huh ?” He observed, and to your utter horror, clapped him in the back. You half expected the famed lord, Katsuki Bakugo, to pull his sword out and slash the hand the touched him, but he slapped it away instead, seeming ruffled.

“You’re back huh? Too soon. You may leave again, shitty hair.” He replied gruffly. As if just noticing you, the warlord's intimidating eyes looked down at your softer (e/c) ones, the flame in his red eyes never diminishing.

You bowed in respect, saying a curt ‘m’ lord’. He nodded at you in acknowledgment, making you sigh in relief. He instead turned to Lord Eijirou with raised eyebrows as if to say ‘really? This is why you came early?’

“Bro, we are just gonna have dinner! But if something did happen, I wouldn’t be opposed…”

You blushed at his bold statement, right in front of the most powerful Warlord no less! Were you supposed to reply? Feeling yourself starting to clam up as both warlords stared you down.

“I don’t do it before marriage.”

…

Bakugo stared at Kirishima somewhat triumphantly, as if he gets a twisted satisfaction out of seeing his shitty haired friend be put in awkward situations.

Kirishima however, was surprisingly red. So… you wanted to marry him?!

“Well, I mean, uhhh, well I dunno ‘is too soon.” He rambled awkwardly, making everyone’s faces blank before yours twisted into a grimace while Bakugo’s seemed somewhat similar.

“Dumbass, who’d wanna marry your shabby ass?” Bakugo asked, smacking Kirishima at the back of his head then walking away; he had enough weirdness.

Kirishima, who was still flushed from receiving a marriage proposal from the cutest girl he’d met, shuffled his feet awkwardly, before coughing and recomposing himself.

“Uh, umm, dinner ?” You remind him, snapping Kirishima out of his trance. Oh yeah! He was gonna get dinner with you and discover what sort of sorcery you used to make it taste so good.

“OH, yeah, dinner.” He reiterated, taking your hand and leading you to where the kitchens near his bedroom are. Bakugo was aware of his friend’s hobby and gave him his own personal kitchen. A very nice gesture. One of the many that led Kirishima to believe his blond friend has a very soft core.

He arrived there with you in tow, making a grand gesture as you entered.

“And this is my not very humble personal kitchen. You may use anything and everything as you please.” He proclaimed, leaning down, adding in a whisper -“kitten”.

Well, now you had to make food so good, it’ll shut his teasing mouth. His teasing, pretty mouth.

And you got to it, moving in the kitchen with practised precision, sometimes adding your own touch. You made your favourites, things you’d learned from your mum, your grandma’s recipe, the last meal your dad ate before heading to war, saying it’d provide him with the blessing of Buddha. You hope it has, you heard he fought bravely and died a death warriors are envious of. No one should envy death, but you were glad your father had honour and respect even in his death.

You resented that food for a while. And the first time you made it after his death, you ended up crying as you took the first bite of it, remembering the way he scooped up serving after serving, maybe deep down knowing that it would be his last time eating it. Still, he smiled at you adoringly as he departed, never shedding a tear.

You wished you could smile a smile devoid of sadness, but instead, it looked like broken china, with tears streaming down your face as you remembered your father’s kind (e/c) eyes shining in the sun as he bid you farewell forever, reminding you that he ate his ‘fortune food’, you shouldn’t worry about him. Sometimes you wished you didn’t take his reassurances to heart. Maybe you would have hugged him tighter, or smiled at him brighter.

Nevertheless, the more you made Oroshi soba, the fewer tears you cried, the more fond memories of it started to resurface.

You laid out a perfect dinner table, even the smell of the perfectly seasoned and simmered food had Kirishima with his sophisticated palate salivating. He watched you closely while you cooked. Sometimes you had a frown, sometimes you smiled and sometimes you grimaced. Why are you so expressive? Especially when it comes to food, shouldn’t you be stressed, frowning and fretting, trying to please him, a warlord in such a high station he can get you beheaded in a matter of minutes- no, seconds?

But you were fluttering around the kitchen, whether as a butterfly whose wings were sculpted by the finest smith, or a fall leaf, seasoned by time, only a deity would know.

He invited you to sit with him, which caused you to pause slightly, taking in his words in disbelief.

“You really want me to dine with you ?” You said cautiously. Your heartfelt like a warm blanket enveloped it when he beamed and nodded, and you’d never realized how chilled it was until now. You’d never met someone so… down to earth.

You would be a fool if you refused that.

You took a seat in front of him, still cautious that he might change his mind any second. A few minutes went past and he didn’t.

“Why are you not eating? You made too much food so it can’t be the quantity.” Kirishima asked you after swallowing his bite. His face was flushed because of how warm this food made him feel. It tasted heavenly, and he is still in the starters.

He watched you carefully, you didn’t add any weird ingredients, so it couldn’t have been sorcery, so what is it?!

So you tentatively reached out with your chopsticks towards one of the sides that your grandma taught you to make. You haven't had it in so long, the ingredients are a bit hard to find in this market. When you ate it, a fond smile took over your features. Her recipe had always been unmatched. You could never find anything that was on par with it. Unknowingly, the young lord watched you, unable to keep his curiosity to himself, asked what prompted you to smile.

“Well, I just remembered my grandma, she taught me how to make this !” You exclaimed, a bit giddy at finally telling someone why you loved that dish so much. His carmine eyes studied you, trying to discern you. A family recipe. That’s why it tasted so unique.

He decided that it’s enough with the sides, despite how delicious they tasted. He couldn’t give himself a bloated stomach with him. His chopsticks reached towards the Oroshi soba, thinking it couldn’t possibly taste better than the Oroshi soba he had in Kyoto. It couldn’t beat it, right? That soba — was… fuck.

He could feel every flavour bursting out and mixing with the other in an amazing harmony, as if everything you cooked inside it was joined through matrimony. He filled his plate with it, eating with a haste that could put shame on his statues. He couldn’t help himself!

Is that the food you always eat? He could only wish to be as gifted as you.

“How is it so good ?!” He questioned with a mouthful, prompting an amused smile from you, a smile that sent arrows straight to his heart.

You took a bite of it, humming at the taste.

“Must have been practise. This soba means a lot to me, you know. It brings back a lot of fond memories.” You replied offhandedly, piquing Kirishima’s interest.

He swallowed his food, and wasted no time asking about this— this amazing soba!

However, the answer he got back wasn’t as lighthearted as he might’ve envisioned.

By the time you were done, his iced heart, hidden behind pointy swords that chill you to the very bone, was squeezing painfully in his chest.

Kirishima enjoyed war. He enjoyed the rush of adrenaline when he’s in the field that acts as the in-between for life and death. He enjoyed how his sweat-drenched him from brow to toe, and he relished in the hollers of victory. He didn’t mind death, but somewhere along the way, he forgot that there are many, many people waiting for him to be back home.

“Then why do you still make it?” He demanded to know somberly. All the cheer he previously had dissipated seemingly out of nowhere. All he had was this pressing need to know more, to know why you went so far to keep the memory of this dish alive even though it’s very existence is a lie, it should cause you pain, yet you smiled while retelling how your father ate it before he headed off to war, never coming back.

You seemed somewhat shocked at his change in demeanor, but tried to not let it ruffle you so much. This topic is not one for cheer to most anyway, especially to seasoned warriors who are constantly out and fighting, whether they wish to or not.

“Well, whether or not my dad made it, that food was still something that brought him at least a semblance of happiness in his last moments with his family. If eating amazing food will remind a person that even though life is unstable, and it might not go on forever, everything is alright now at this moment! I hope it makes sense. I don’t talk about this a lot. I just, I want to make people feel like even though we live in somber times, we don't have to lead somber lives! “You confessed. Every word, exclamative and unsure phrase tugged at Eijiro’s heartstrings. Even in your passion, you found a way to share it and bring people the happiness you felt.

You were so ordinary looking, just a tea house worker, living and leading a mundane life. But Eijiro had never met someone so incredible, you didn’t carry a sword or fight bloody battles, but you sought to make everyone’s day a little brighter in your own way. He had never met someone so unique and intriguing, so lovesome. Nothing about you is mundane.

And that’s when it clicked. A notion so far-away, a person of his status didn’t question it anymore, nor wonder it. But it’s the reason he was so enamored with your food.

You made it with love.

You poured your passion, heart, memories into making every little thing, it’s a wonder how a person could possibly not be moved by it.

No master chief could compare to it.

And now that Eijirou is facing the possibility of never having it again, of going back and not seeing you for who knows how long, filled him with indescribable pain, like a void that you managed to fill in him is now all the more apparent. But what could he do? He had only met you today, really. With a resigned sigh, he accepted that he wouldn’t be seeing you all too soon after this.

He nodded, smiling at you slightly. Somehow, even with all the smiles he’d shown you all day, this one felt even more laced with emotion. Like the very movement was all the telling you need about how he felt.

And after that, he had dumplings.

And after, he bid you goodbye.

But not before he promised something.

“(Y/n), if I promised to be back, will you believe me ?” He asked you at the entrance of the castle just as you were about to depart.

“And if I said no, will you prove me wrong?”

“You know it, kitten. I gotta have that amazing food again and the amazing company that comes with it.”

The moonlight reflected off your eyes, making them look like gems to Eijiro. And another gem you graced him with was your smile.

Kirishima made sure that he had something tangible to remind him of the day. He decided to walk you back to town, and found a wood craft of an Autumn leaf. It was carved with a knife and coloured with colours varying from orange to yellow, also crafted with a stand. Kirishima thought it was a perfect memo of the magical fall day he had.

He kept it in his office, and looked at it every day to remind him that even though life is tough, you have to appreciate the good in it. He looked at it in the good days, the bad, and after battles.

And the next fall festival, he was back.

He stayed for longer this time, and visited a few more times throughout the year, his alliance with Bakugo still being strong.

And the one after, he brought you back with him.

……….

Bonus

Kirishima sat on the futon drowsily, having had a bit too much sake. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes looked dazed, yet they still lingered on you. You were reading a book about something Kirishima forgot. You frowned, your eyes leaving the book to look outside in contemplation.

You flipped the book, putting it aside and crawling your way to Kirishima’s side on the futon. Your eyes still seemed to be wondering with a faraway look in them.

“Eijiro, if you could do one thing right now, what would it be ?” You questioned him curiously.

Eijiro hummed in wonder, but his brain didn’t travel far.

“I could show you.”

“No, I mean like, anything-“

Eijiro cut you off by pressing his lips to your softly, stealing the words out of your mouth as they moved against yours tenderly.

“You simple fool.”

“Only for my kitten.”

Yeah, Kirishima could hypothetically do a lot of things, but at the moment, all he wanted was to enjoy the simple life with you. To cherish the little things and big.

……………

bonus 2

Bakugo walked into Kirishima’s kitchen, eyes scanning the place in search of him. He didn’t find him, but his nose found something else.

He took powerful strides towards the smell, seeing a table with some leftover food that the fool didn’t clear away yet.

He looked around, seeing no one, then took one of the chopsticks, and tried one of the dumplings you left on the table.

He nearly moaned as the sweetness hit his tongue, just the amount of sweetness he likes.

Bakugo finished the rest, a satisfied sigh leaving him. So, this is why Kirishima was so into your food, that he brought you over to make dinner.

Good for him.

Bakugo’s carmine eyes stared at the empty plate longingly, then his lips quirked down enviously. You seemed really cute too.

His eyes softened with an unfamiliar look, before hardening again, leaving the kitchen as silent as it had once been.

The End .

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thanks for reading so far, hope you liked it ! don’t be afraid to comment, I always want to hear your thoughts.

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So, I started this oneshot in January, as I mentioned to @bucketofcowboys, but only just finished it a couple days ago. Is this something y'all follow me for? Not in the slightest, but oh well, you're in my circle of hell now. Enjoy? I guess? I don't know, dudes, I'm not your boss.

What Ever Happens

Word Count: 3,000+ | Rating: T+ | Fem!Vault Dweller x Ian (Fallout 1) | M/F

The sun beamed down on the scorched earth surrounding Ash, making the air oppressively hot as she trekked through the sands. It was the total opposite of the cool, clean vault she'd grown up in, with it's artificial lights, cramped spaces, and tight knit community. Though, the more she learned of the wasteland, the more she came to know that the communities were just as close knit, but not by force. There was a liveliness to this world that was so unlike her own. Still, she found herself yearning to be back home, before she took her first steps out here. She squinted as another bead of sweat threatened to fall into her eye, releasing her grip on her pack of supplies to wipe it away.

Yes, the desert was a wasteland, a far cry from her home, but it had one thing the vault could never claim. Ian, her traveling companion, the strong and loyal man that had saved her ass on more than one occasion. Even when he had gruffly criticized her for the way she handled a gun, his large hands were gentle as he corrected her grip on the weapon. He was wasteland bred and born, and it showed in the scars that littered his tanned skin. Had he refused to travel with her, she'd surely have perished, along with all of the residents of her vault. As if on cue, Ian turned slightly to look at her, frowning. She stopped staring, averting her eyes slightly.

“So, what's the plan, vaultie?” He asked. Ash struggled for a moment, looking for something to say. She hadn't thought about it after the Overseer had given her a new task, not the entire time she and Ian had begun walking in the direction of Shady Sands, the small village east of the vault She had other matters on her mind, but finally she spoke.

“I guess the best thing would be to resupply and ask around. We don't exactly know where they're all coming from,” she replied, shrugging as she looked in the direction of the town.

“Yeah,” he said, resuming his march onward, “we don't want a repeat of what happened in Necropolis.”

Ash could agree with that. Their time in Necropolis had been fine, up until it went to hell in a hand-basket, that is. Sure, they both got out of it alive, but it had been by pure luck that neither of them caught the business end of a flamer and been killed. Next time, up against even more super mutants, they may not be so lucky.

“Besides,” he began, “we have to pick up Dogmeat. The poor mutt's probably been missing you a hell of a lot while we've been in the vault.”

They'd left the dog in the care of Tandi, the daughter of Shady Sands' leader, while they took the water chip to the overseer due to the vault's “no animals” policy. Dogmeat had whined pitifully when Ash had commanded him to stay put, but obeyed as he was loyal to his master. In truth, she was quite happy to be back out in the wasteland. If she hadn't, she would have never have the chance to wish her beloved canine goodbye.

She nodded in agreement, tightening her grip on her pack, “You lead the way.” Ian rolled his eyes at her and set the pace of their trip.

***

The walk back to Shady Sands had been uneventful. Even rad scorpions seemed to avoid their path, though that may have been due in part to the destruction they caused to their nest. As they walked, Ash stole glances at her companion, watching the way that his muscles shifted as he moved. The way that his hair was mussed by the slight dry breeze. His face was set in it's usual blank half-frown that made his emotions hard to read. She supposed that it came with growing up out here, remembering how her own expressive nature had caused trouble for them more than once. Suppressing a sigh, she stared ahead, watching as their destination grew larger in the distance.

Upon entering the settlement, Dogmeat bound up to his owner, leaping on to her and knocking her down. He licked her face, tail wagging wildly. Ash laughed, petting the dog as she got to her feet and dusted herself off. The two guards cracked a smile slightly, then stood at attention once again. Tandi greeted the two back happily, surprised to see the vault dweller back at all.

“What are you doing back, Ash?”

“I- well, the Overseer had something else he needed me to do before I return for good. It'll take some time to complete though, so the wasteland isn't rid of me yet,” she joked.

“Pity. You sure have raised hell out here. I'm glad to see you again though.:

The two young women chatted for a while in the shade, hiding from the sun that hung high in the sky, beating down on the desert. That same harsh sun slowly made it's journey through the sky as the day drew on. Ash startled when a hand grabbed her bicep, her free hand reflexively reaching for the pistol that hung off her hip. She let out a breath, relaxing instantly when she realized that it was just Ian, trying to get her attention.

“We should probably stay here for tonight. We'll head to Junktown in the morning. We'll see if Killian knows anything that could help us,” he said.

She nodded her agreement, following him to the dwelling that he used to stay in while he lived in Shady Sands. It was actually the home of Seth, the man who guarded the settlement's gate during the day. He'd been so generous as to share his space with the two for the night. However, it really showed that it was not built for three people to sleep in the small room. A standard sized bed and low cot were in the room, generally enough space for two people to rest, but tricky when a third was added in. Ash suddenly felt as though she was intruding greatly on the man's space. It was Seth who insisted that she or Ian take the bed while he took the cot, it was just for one night, after all.

“I'll go ahead and sleep on the floor, you take the bed,” Ash told her companion, gesturing toward the bed. The look on his face foretold the argument that was about to go down. They stared each other down, waiting for the other to make the first move. A battle between two stubborn survivors. Their focus broken by a harsh sigh from the cot.

“Just share the bed or something. I have to wake up early tomorrow and I'm not staying up all night while you two act like children,” Seth complained.

Embarrassed, Ash flashed him an apologetic smile and looked back to Ian, who shrugged. They stripped off their bulky armor, keeping their weapons nearby, they slipped into the bed, hanging slightly off the sides in a shared effort to give one other space out of respect.

After an hour or so of trying to sleep, Ash opened her eyes to look at her traveling companion. With the little light that came through the window, she could see him quite clearly. It was rare to see him look so relaxed, even at rest like this. The way his dark locks fell into his face tempted her to push them back, but decided not, sighing softly. She'd only known him for a couple months now,and yet she trusted him with her life. He was one of the first people she met when she stepped foot outside of Vault 13, a somewhat friendly face in such a hostile environment.

At this proximity, she could easily make out the creases on his tanned face. The world outside the vault really would age people fast, she noticed. It was something she'd heard in the vault, but she now could see first hand that it was true. Studying his features, the blemishes that peppered the surface of his skin, his dark lashes, Ash's heart ached. The feeling became more intense with every moment they spent together, every fight they won, each time they grew closer.

Her eyes flicked shut as she recalled the shootout in Necropolis. The sulfurous smell of expended bullets hung heavy in the air, as did the smothering heat of the flamer. Standing face to face with the super mutant who threatened to reduce her to her namesake, Ash desperately tried to dodge out of the way. As the flames began to lick toward her body, scorching the surface of her vault suit, she was pushed out of the way, Ian's strong body shielding her against the flames that that jut forth. It gave her just enough time to land a killing shot on the big green bastard. Ian's jacket was ruined, but it protected him against the worst of the burn.

Does it still hurt, she wondered, recalling how he stopped allowing her to care for his wound after it closed. It surely would scar, she told him as much, only for him to shrug in response. It really was different out here. In the vault, scars were strange, tragic, worthy of ridicule, or all three at once. In the wastes, they were part of life. A mark to show that you'd survived. Still, she wondered. Did he regret it? Taking an everlasting mark on his flesh, and all the agonizing pain associated, all for her? What did she even mean to him? Ash fell asleep, knowing she wouldn't have her questions answered. Not now, maybe never.

The walk to Junktown was longer and more quiet than usual. When they camped for the night, watch duty was traded wordlessly. Usually, they'd have some sort of banter, but the thoughts swirling in Ash's mind refused to let up. She had questions, goddammit All these questions and no way to ask. She watched the glowing embers of their small fire as though they could help her understand. Deciding she wouldn't find contentment in the hot, orange glow of fire, she settled on the stars instead. They were something else she'd need to savor while she could, whether she died or returned to the vault, she would never get another chance.

***

Killian Darkwater didn't know anything about the super mutants or where they were coming from. That's what he told the duo at least, and they were inclined to believe him. Outside, Ash swore and stomped her foot on the ground in frustration, scaring Dogmeat, who cowered behind Ian. She sighed.

“This hasn't led us anywhere,” she complained.

“We haven't asked around the Hub yet, so chill the fuck out. Killian doesn't have a lead, so what?”

“Easy for you to say, you're just following me for the money,” she huffed, the heat and disappointment making her irritable. Ian furrowed his brow.

“That's bullshit and you know it, Ash. Do you seriously think I'd risk my ass for you just for the money? I'm not a fucking bodyguard,” he spat.

“I didn't mean it like that. I'm just saying that you could leave at any time you want. I have to do this.”

“Do you want me to leave?” He asked in earnest, anger quieting down a bit.

“No- I just- Oh, fuck it. Let's just drop this. I don't have it in me to argue right now,” she said, cradling her forehead with a hand. With that, the two walked to the Crash House, deciding to rent a room for the night. Ash wiped the sweat from herself with a damp cloth, then returned to the room, sitting on the other side of the bed from Ian, who was cleaning his gun, making sure all the pieces fit back nicely. 'Take care of your gun and it'll take care of you', he told her when they first started traveling together. She did the same, slower and more clumsily. With the final piece of her weapon clicking into place, she rested it on the nightstand. From behind her, she heard a cough.

“What's going on with you, vaultie? What the hell did I do to piss you off so badly?” Ian asked. His tone was impatient, almost hurt sounding. It startled Ash.

“Mad at you? What gave you that idea?” She turned to him.

“The cold shoulder, blowing up on me like that. Don't tell me that being a dick is a foreign concept in the vaults.”

“Look, I'm just... damn, I'm just.... confused and scared, Ian,” she said, voice low. Ian faced her, eyebrows knitted in a puzzled look.

“What about? Are you keeping me in the dark for any particular reason?”

Ash flushed, unsure of what to say. The truth was stranger than any lie she could come up with, yet she felt wrong about keeping it from him. She cleared her throat, training her hazel eyes on him.

“Where do we stand? I mean, how you think of me?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“I,” she paused, letting her mind catch up to her mouth, “I just don't know how you feel about me. Am I a bother? It feels too soon for you to think of me as a friend, but I know that I'm fond of you. You're different from everyone I've ever known in the vault. I can't tell how you think of me. Even if you hated me, I'd at least want to know,” she finished. She gripped her knees, feeling very stupid. It was all irrational, she knew it, but she trusted him to understand her. Her heart sank as he chuckled, which he caught soon after.

“No, no, I'm not laughing at you, I swear. Just- damn, the vault really does something to people, huh?”

She tilted her head, urging him to explain.

“Ash, if I hated you, I wouldn't stick around. You may be bull-headed and chatty, but that's charming when it's not getting us shot at.”

“You think I'm charming?”

He shook his head in exasperation. “If you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly a committed man at this moment. You're beautiful, generally capable, and seem to get along with my stubborn ass. I find you more than just charming.”

She was taken aback, expecting anything other than this. She looked away shyly, “Oh- Wow. Well, I'll admit, I just don't know what to say.”

He rolled his eyes, “You don't have to say anything. We're not children, Ash. We can drop it, finish what we have to do, and go our separate ways at the end of it all, if that's what you want. But at least now you know where you stand.” As he said his piece, disappointment crept into his voice.

“No! I don't want that, not in the least. I feel the same, it's just... I'm being silly.”

“Yeah, you are, but I'm used to it now. I'm not a mind reader though, so you'll need to tell me what you're thinking.”

She scooted closer, resting her hand on his cheek, leaned in. She stopped halfway, waiting for him to move away or to meet her, the settled for pressing her lips to the corner of his carefully, pulling away slowly.

“Does that tell you anything?” She asked.

“Only that you need to speak up,” he responded, grinning devilishly. At that she captured his mouth with her own, tangling a hand in his long dark hair, and kissed him for real. She used more force, encouraged by the hands that came to grip her waist, she moved her lips against his sloppily. She pulled away for air, feeling drunk on the touch.

“Did you hear me now?” she asked, pupils dilated with desire.

“Loud and clear.”

This time, he leaned in, his touch rougher than hers, and he pushed her to lay back on the bed so that his hands rested on either side of her, legs hanging off the other side of the decrepit mattress. Ash's heartbeat quickened as his lips crept lower, down to her jawline, and neck, all the way to the collar of her suit. A sudden moment of nerves gripped her, pushing the want from her mind. She grabbed his wrist, making him look at her.

“I've never done this, Ian,” she said, gripping his arm as if her were a life preserver.

“You're a virgin, then.”

“That too, but I've never been in a relationship. I'm sorry for that, I just don't know if I'm quite comfortable going any further.” His brows raised in surprise at her words.

“We can stop here then, for now. We'll take this slow.”

“Are you sure? It's not weird?”

“Nah, besides, I'm fucking tired,” he smirked, rolling off to his side of the bed. His hand found hers, and they wove their fingers together. “Those vault boys don't know what they're missing out on.”

Mention of her home made Ash's guts twist with a pang of anxiety, and she let out a shaky breath. There was the obvious thought that they both might not survive their newest mission, but pushing that aside there were still issues that they'd need to overcome.

“What happens now? How do we... make this work?” She asked hesitantly.

“One day at a time, I guess.”

“You wouldn't live in the vault, even if Jacoren let you, you wouldn't be happy there.”

“Heh, that's true. I was hoping you'd stay here, with me, if I'm being entirely honest,” he said, squeezing Ash's hand tightly.

“I don't think I can. My family are in the vault. Everyone I've ever known. I just don't believe I could do that to them.” A moment of silence hung heavy in the air, allowing them to hear snippets of conversation and movement in other rooms.

“Then, what ever happens, we'll face it together,” Ian said.

The future would be uncertain, but, as long as possible, they would face it together. Somehow. That night, there was no respectful distance in the shared bed, only comfort and contentment in one another's arms. The air was cool as moonlight streamed through the dusty window.

#fallout #fallout 1 #ian fallout #vault dweller #fallout oc #gopher writes #this originally had smut in it #but it didn't feel right #something was off about it but I put the cut scene on a different doc #i might reuse it at some point #anyway this is a thing now

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Chapter 4

1. Claire

Her head hurt like hell. That was the first thought that crossed Claire's mind as she regained her senses. Her surroundings were dark, and she felt the unfamiliar rocky ground under her hand.

"Great," Claire sighed, grabbing her head and feeling a little dizzy, "Why do I always end up in these places?"

The auburn headed looked around, ignoring the dizziness and the need to throw up that she was feeling. It was dark, damp, and for what she could tell, it looked like she was in some cave or tunnel. Claire sat up, resting her back against a near wall. It took her some minutes to put her thoughts back in order. Her memories were chaotic. She remembered fighting with some unknown men in the Command Room, and then, she had a blackout. Her last memories were of Leon, fire, pain, and a lot of noise. Wait, Leon?

"Leon?" she asked, trying to stand up.

There was no answer, and Claire looked around, concerned. She was sure she'd seen Leon. He had been with her before, and his current absence made Claire worry.

She tried to stand up so that she could search the area for her friend, but a wave of dizziness staggered her. The bastards had probably hit her head, and she'd not be surprised if she had a concussion. She needed to recover a little before she could think of moving.

"Leon? Are you there?" she called into the darkness, but no answer again.

He is an agent. He is going to be alright.

Claire took a deep breath, letting the oxygen fill her lungs and reach her head. The headache was annoying, but she could handle it. The pain wasn't enough to hinder her. She took some minutes to calm down and clear her head as much as she could.

"Fantastic," Claire sighed, "knowing my luck, I am probably in another experimental facility. I'll need a weapon if that's the case."

It took her some more minutes to be able to see. Her vision was still slightly blurry, but it was enough for her to move without issues.

Claire navigated herself through the darkness, using the wall as a guide. The terrain wasn't friendly to navigate, especially in the dark. Claire stumbled several times on the uneven ground; the last thing she needed now was to fall and damage her head even more.

It was too quiet for her taste, silent as death, and in her experience, dead things rarely stayed like that in these circumstances.

I am technically useless right now.

Claire wasn't in the best of shapes. Her vision was unreliable, her movements were slow and clumsy due to her headache, even her balance was giving her problems, and to top all that, she was weaponless. Her only hope was that there wouldn't be any enemies on her way out of the tunnel. She tried calling for Leon a couple of times, but the lack of replies made her assume that the agent was not anywhere around.

She knew Leon. If he were there, he'd find his way and meet her, eventually.

"Well, at least I'll get some friendly company," she sighed, "but first things first. I need to get out of here."

Claire's sight was getting used to the dark, but her dizziness was complicating things in many ways. Suddenly, Claire heard a loud howl in the distance, and a chill ran down her spine. She hated it when she was right; her hopes of having an easy way out crumbled in seconds. There was something in there, most likely a mutant monster, ready to tear her into pieces at any possible chance. A fight was unavoidable, but if she had to fight, she hoped to have at least a chance to defend herself, and to do that, she needed a weapon.

Claire rushed her pace, hoping that she was on the right track. After some stressing moments of silences and darkness, the tunnel finally opened up, and she caught the smell of grass and damp soil. She had made it outside. The fresh air and the view of the sky sparkled with stars made her feel better both physically and mentally.

"Right, this isn't time to feel relieved," Claire admonished herself. "I am still unarmed, lost, and most likely surrounded by vicious foes. I need to move."

Claire looked around here. At least, the light from the stars and moon allowed her a better look at her surroundings. Judging by the appearance of the sky, Claire could tell she had to be somewhere very far from the city. The sky looked beautiful, and that could only mean that the light pollution in the place was minimal.

After scanning around her for a bit, she noticed some lights in the distance. There were insignificant, and Claire guessed that it had to be a village or a small town. If her situation were like her previous misadventures, the place would probably be crawling with undead things, and god knew what other mutants. In other words, heading to a human settlement in her current situation screamed "bad idea" in capital letters. However, just like the place was the best place to find nasty creatures, it was also a place where she would most likely find weapons and other useful things.

It was a dangerous bet for all she cared, she had little to lose, and besides, it wasn't the first time she'd found herself in a place infested by zombie-mutant creatures.

The young woman found a trail that, she guessed, would lead to the settlement and followed it cautiously. She walked for some minutes, and she, surprisingly, didn't encounter any foes. However, she wasn't entirely sure of whether that was good or bad.

"No monsters," Claire said, frowning with distrust, "Now, I call that suspicious."

Claire had dealt with enough zombie outbreaks already to know that zombies were never quiet. A town hit by a virus meant lots of infected people, and lots of infected people meant lots of hostiles.

"Why is it so empty?" Claire asked softly.

Looks can be deceiving.

Claire made her way into town cautiously. Just because there were no monsters in sight didn't mean they weren't nearby. She reached town after some minutes of walking through the vegetation. Her walk gave her a chance to do some recognizance of her surroundings.

Claire entered town cautiously, and as soon as she had set a step there, a stinging pain pierced through her skull, causing her to hive. The ache brought a series of disjointed and blurred visions that Claire quickly associated with her nightmares.

"Ag," she groaned, "why am I getting flashbacks from that damn place right now?"

The village was different from the one Sushestvivanie, so she wasn't sure what had triggered the memories.

Claire looked around her. Unlike the Russian town, which had looked like no one had lived in it for ages, this village still looked lived in despite the lack of population.

"Right, the question now is what happened to the people," Claire muttered, "Ok, Claire. Pull yourself together. We need to get weapons."

Claire walked around carefully, peeking inside the house through the windows. The place seemed frozen in time. It was a typical scenario that Claire had gotten used to finding. People must have gotten suddenly infected, and amid the chaos, everyone had abandoned what they were doing without looking back.

Claire sighed with sadness as she searched for supplies amid the chaos inside the houses. The bloodstains she found on several confirmed her fears regarding the locals. Most likely, there were no healthy people left in the place.

Claire found an old hunting rifle in one of the houses, and after searching a little more, she found ammo, a knife, and a sturdy chain. She had no idea if the chain could be useful, but hell, she would take it anyway.

Claire noticed a slight movement from the corner of her eye. It'd been fast, a white blur that she wasn't able to discern.

"Hello?" she said cautiously, "anyone there?"

No answer. Claire's grip on the old rifle tightened. She looked around, almost holding her breath. The complete silence around her made her extremely uneasy. There were no birds, no insects, nothing, which in nature's language only meant one thing. There was a predator nearby.

ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAR

Claire started to regret her complaints about the lack of noise. That roar was something she wished she had not heard. It sounded distant, so at least Claire might have a chance to avoid the confrontation. She didn't know what waited for her out there and her supplies were not infinite.

"Time to play stealthy," she said, moving out of the house carefully.

Claire reached the street, and to her annoyance, she found her path blocked by unfriendly looking villagers. She made a quick diagnosis on their appearance and quickly concluded that they were not T-virus infected, but they had to have something.

"Alright, not sure I should be happy about that," she said, aiming her rifle at the hostiles and shooting them with perfect aim.

"Purplish-gray skin; dilated, bloodshot eyes and inhuman vocalization," Claire listed, shooting the approaching enemies, "Reasoning still intact."

The hostiles weren't moving randomly. Even though their actions didn't move under intellectual reasoning, there was some thought behind them.

"They still hold some reason," Claire realized."That cuts down the list of possible pathogens..."

She alternated her attacks between gunshots and using the knives. She still wanted to save ammo as much as she could. Surprisingly, handling these guys was being a lot easier than she expected, and that was starting to worry her. For the third time in the day, she hated when she was right.

A howl cut through the air, making Claire shiver. To her horror, she saw how a deformed creature appeared out of nowhere and launched in her direction. She reacted mechanically and jumped out of the street, taking cover behind a pile of wooden boxes.

Claire had never seen any creature like that, but she guessed that this was one of Neo-Umbrella's new toys. The monster was humanoid, but its body was elongated and ghoulish thin. The skin was pale, and part of the tissue was decaying and falling in pieces. Claire noted that aside from an unnatural big mouth, there were no other features on the creature's face.

The creature grabbed a bunch of the villagers with its elongated arms and brought them to its mouth.

Is it eating them? That's new.

The BOWs created from variations of the progenitor virus needed fresh DNA to stabilize. That was the reason why they would attack people and eat them. Usually, the monsters would not feed on fellow creatures. Then again, this guy probably did not mind about freshness, and his only interest was dinner. She'd have to hurry, or she'd end up as dessert.

Taking advantage of the chaos, she dodged the villagers and ran off. Confronting this thing now would only bring her into an early death, and wise people knew when to retreat.

Unfortunately, her escape would not be easy, and she cursed as she sliced the throats of a couple of villagers as she ran past them. Her head was starting to hurt again, and she could tell that the dizziness was coming back.

Her run came to an abrupt stop when another deformed creature appeared in front of her. Once more, it seemed to be a new one monster, but unlike the other one she'd seen, it was smaller and more human-like.

"Oh, come on. Give me a break."

Claire shot the monster a couple of times only to find that, to her dismay, it did nothing. Its decaying skin was sturdier than it looked. Suddenly, a loud growl made her look back, and she groaned. The bigger guy had caught up with her, too, which meant that they had cornered her. Cursing her luck, Claire looked around, trying to come up with a plan. She ran into what seemed to be a storage shack. If she was lucky enough, maybe she could find something useful.

"Fuel tanks," Claire said, looking around her, "Ok, I am not going to ask why they keep this here. Well, this will come in handy, now, how do I use them without killing myself in the process?"

Claire was trying to formulate a plan when the shriek and the sound of wood breaking startled her. The smallest monster had managed to enter the cellar. The creature shook its head as if trying to track its prey.

Shit.

Claire looked around her in a panic. She saw a window nearby, and she made a run to it. The monster chased after her, howling horribly. Claire jumped through the glass, spinning at the last second, and shot her rifle into the closest tank. The result was instantaneous. The barrel exploded, creating a chain reaction of fire and destruction. The wave of the explosion hit Claire directly, and the woman flew a couple of meters into the woods that surrounded the town. She rolled down the hill, hitting her head, face, and limbs against rocks and wood before falling into a ditch filled with plants. The pain in her head had become so strong that she barely had time to realize what had happened before she lost consciousness.

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slasherkisss · 4 years

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Vincent Sinclair x fem reader

A/n: I chose to ignore the fact that they probably don’t get mail in order to write this fic because I thought it was cute. 😅 (Sorry I couldn’t figure out the read more thing on mobile 😔)

Vincent smiled to himself as he reread the letter for probably the tenth time that morning, before adding it to his collection. He kept each one he had revived in a small box, which he kept hidden in a dresser draw.

Last thing he needed was Lester or Bo finding them. These letters were one of the few things that brought a smile to his lips, and the only thing he had to look forward to. Once a week, a letter would arrive in Ambrose addressed to him.

Who would’ve thought that some school pen pal project would evolve into such a wonderful long distance friendship. When his teacher had made the announcement, Vincent didn’t think much of it at first. But when he received his first letter, it changed his life.

Y/n was so friendly and kind. Her letter was 2 pages of excited rambling with lots of questions about what was his favorite this and that.

It hadn’t occurred to him that his pen pal had no idea about his deformity until that moment, and therefore she had no reason to treat him poorly or cautiously.

Most people he encountered automatically treated him differently based on how he looked. But with y/n it was almost like he was normal.

Y/n became one of the only people Vincent felt he could share his thoughts and feelings with. She made him feel cared about and important.

After the first few months, Vincent started adding little drawings to his letters. He blushed at all the compliments he received in y/n’s response. Soon the little doodles became full page sketches that he would send her.

Every time she said anything about his work, his heart would swell. He tried his best to draw things he thought she would like, such as, her favorite flowers and animals. Besides his wax figures, Vincent found himself constantly making art he could send to y/n.

She once sent him a photo of her room, the walls were covered with his drawings. He loved that. He loved the idea of her being surrounded by things he made, things that would constantly remind her of him. It motivated him to draw even more beautiful things for her.

Y/n had also sent him a few pictures of herself over the years. Each time she sent him one, he swore she somehow was more lovely than the last time.

Each photo of y/n was kept in the drawer of his nightstand. He looked at them often, especially on nights when he was feeling lonelier than usual.

Every once in a while, he’d indulge himself by drawing her, using her pictures for reference. These were kept down in the basement, he liked being able to look at her while he worked on other projects. Occasionally, he wished that y/n could actually be there with him, talk to him while he worked, tell what a good job he did…

But he never allowed himself to take these daydreams further.

Deep down in Vincent’s subconscious, he knew he was in love with y/n, but they could never have an actual future together.

She had mentioned a few times about people she was dating or relationships she had been in. A part of him wanted her to find someone to fall in love with, for her to be happy. But, another part of him, celebrated each time she informed him that things didn’t work out.

He wanted her to belong to him in the same way he was all hers.

Heading down to his studio, Vincent tried to decide which of his latest drawings he should send her. He only sent her the best ones, which could be a rather difficult task. Sometimes making his selection took him hours.

Carefully, he laid his drawings out on a table. His eye scrutinized each piece and examined every small detail. When he noticed any mistakes, even if they were minor, he removed the work from the table.

After a rather long self critique, Vincent chose a watercolor piece he had recently finished. It depicted a simple arrangement of gardenias.

Taking a seat at his desk, Vincent started to write his reply. He always spent a good portion writing about his work, whether or not he was feeling inspired, or what he was currently working on.

He gave his letter a once over, before folding it with his artwork, and slipped them both into an envelope. He couldn’t wait for her reply, to read what she thought of this piece.

...

The rest of the week seemed to drag on. Vincent tried to keep himself occupied. Spending countless hours down in the basement working.

He avoided Bo, who had been particularly irritable lately due to the lack of tourists. During these periods, Bo had no way of channeling his anger other than being hostile to his brothers. And who knows what Lester was up to, he came and left as he pleased.

Laying in bed, Vincent was having trouble falling asleep, despite the fact that he had spent the last couple of nights working without a wink.

Turning on the small lamp on his nightstand, Vincent reached into the drawer taking out the most recent picture of y/n.

In every photograph, she had such bright eyes filled with happiness and love. No one in Vincent’s life had ever looked at him like that before. Well, except for maybe his mother, but there was always a hint of sadness in her gaze.

Pity and sadness, that’s what Vincent saw the most when people looked at him growing up. It made him feel rather guilty as a child that he made the people around him feel that way.

Vincent’s fingers traced the edge of his mask absentmindedly, without it, people would probably react with disgust. Even Vincent couldn’t stand the sight of his own face. There was no point expecting anyone to react differently, but he worked so hard to earn approval and love.

Laying back down and rolling over onto his side, Vincent stared at the photograph. It was one that had been taken outside, the sun bathing her in its light as she laid in the grass.

Vincent liked to pretend that y/n had been looking at him when this picture was taken. That she was smiling at him like that.

He daydreamed about what it would be like to spend a day with her, to lay next to her, to be so close to her that he could feel her breath on his face.

Vincent closed his eyes, picturing what it would feel like to kiss her, to feel her lips pressed against his, her warm and wet tongue sliding across his bottom lip. He wished he could cup her face, kiss along her neck, and sucki gently once he reached her bare shoulder.

He bit his lip as his imagination got away from him. Images of her naked and wanting flashed in his head. His hand slipped under the waistband of his pants...

God, he was hopeless.

…

Finally, Tuesday rolled around. Walking upstairs with y/n’s latest letter in hand, Vincent waited until he was in the privacy of his bedroom before opening the envelope.

Vincent read her letter with a big smile on his face. She talked about how much she loved his last piece. How she even bought a frame for it so she could hang it in her living room.

Y/n went on and on about how talented Vincent was, about how she always waited in anticipation to see what he created next.

But his smile faltered as he got to the end of the letter.

‘Vincent, I need to see you, it’s hard to explain, but I need to meet you in person.’

Vincent's heart sank, she hadn’t brought that up in so long, that he finally believed that she had given up on meeting him in person. She used to pester him about it in almost every letter, but he always managed to come up with an excuse.

When his mother had fallen ill, she stopped pushing the subject so hard, and after his mother’s passing, she stopped asking completely.

He understood how desperately she wanted to meet him, in a way he longed for the same thing. He wanted to see her, spend time with her, touch her… but then he’d remember who he was and what he looked like.

Vincent sighed, as he tried to come up with an excuse. There was something ominous about the way she phrased it, that freaked him out a bit.

But there was no circumstance that he could imagine that would make him change his mind on the subject. As much as it broke his heart, he would never agree to seeing her in person.

...

The following week, he anxiously paced around the house until the mail arrived. He practically sprinted outside when it was time.

Shuffling through the mail, Vincent looked for a letter addressed to him but to no avail. Trying one more time Vincent searched through them again, but it was all junk mail.

His hands started to shake, for the last fifteen years he always received a letter from her on every Tuesday.

Vincent went through all the possible scenarios in his mind. Was she punishing him for saying no? Was she mad at him? Would he never hear from her again? He feared that this would happen eventually, that she’d give up on him.

He shook his head, trying desperately not to fall apart. She wouldn’t just stop like that, she wasn’t that kind of person. She would never stop speaking to him without an explanation first.

Maybe it just got lost, perhaps the post office made a mistake. There had to be another reason.

Lost in his own thoughts, Vincent didn’t hear the soft footsteps as someone quietly approached him from behind.

“Vincent?” A gentle voice asked, causing his entire body to freeze. He didn’t have to see her face to know who it was.

His heart started pounding in his chest. He wanted to run away and hide, anything to keep her from seeing him, from seeing his face.

“I’m so sorry,” y/n began, her voice trembling a little. “But I had to see you.”

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kg2hub · 4 years

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so let’s talk about the kindergarten amino.

there are issues we need to address like grown ups, which some certain people refuse to do.

i’m not gonna lie, i avoided getting amino for the longest time because i am aware of how much of a festering cesspool of toxicity it is there. it’s terrifying, how shitty people can be on there honestly. the community? garbage. absolute garbage, and despite not having an account there i personally know my friends have been affected by the utter bullshit that goes on in there.

sure, i know many of the wonderful creators there, good friends who mean the world to me, and amazing talented mutuals of mine spanning multiple social media platforms who are on the amino as well. good people exist. but so do the bad ones, and it seems on amino specifically, the bad people are more prevalent there.

it’s kind of really stupid, how much of a horrible place that app is, and yet the kindergarten communities i’ve personally witnessed on tumblr, discord, instagram-- are so much kinder, supportive and not at all what a certain mod team describes.

how curious! it’s almost as if the behaviour you allow freely in a community breeds likeminded people in that community! :) mindblowing, isn’t it?

on that topic. the kindergarten amino mods.

according to the oxford dictionary1, a moderator is defined as being 1. a person whose job is to help people or groups who disagree to reach an agreement ; 4. a person who is responsible for preventing offensive material from being published on a website.

notice how none of these definitions say anything about uhhhhh “talking like a simp” lmao?

like what they said to a friend of mine who asked why she didn’t get the mod position she applied for and when she asked what was “wrong” with the way she spoke to people when they answered her, case in point:

under the cut, here are the requirements for how a kga mod is supposedly obligated to speak to people, straight from the mod team themselves (and how the above and below are incredibly unfitting for someone supposedly in a moderator’s position):

the above images are the message that came before the first screenshot from the convo from my friend shown above the cut. now, let me point out the issues with this list. the 1st definition of “moderator” portrays a mod as helping two parties reach an agreement with one another after an argument. the 4th definition of “moderator” is someone who is responsible for preventing offensive material from being published on a website (in this case, app)

“talk casual” is not applicable to these definitions. this has little to no relation to how a mod may mediate a situation, but there are a few conceivable pros and cons.

pros: both parties in an argument may find them easier to talk to, and might understand each other’s points better when explained in terms that come off as relaxed and not like a serious adult wagging their finger at a child.

cons: the exact opposite might happen due to the fact they will sound less professional and may be taken less seriously, and there is no guaranteed way the two parties in question will interpret the mod’s efforts in either a good or bad way.

in conclusion, speaking casually to someone as a mod is not important nor does it affect how the actual act of moderation occurs. “speak respectfully” is the phrase you’re looking for, kga mods. it doesn’t matter how formal or casual you are, as long as you’re not straight up being a dick to anyone.

“try to make negatives sound neutral” is, in other words, deliberately wording a situation to avoid taking one specific side of an argument. --the issue with this, is that there are some situations that are rooted in facts, and you cannot change a negative fact to “make it sound neutral” because it exists in reality as a negative fact no matter what you think or how you try to convince yourself otherwise. there are cases where one person is wrong and one person is right, and that is the end of that. there are cases where it doesn’t matter what the user’s intent behind their actions were; well-meaning or not, if they did something wrong, they did something wrong. tell them what they did wrong, issue a warning, let them apologize and move on if they won’t do it again. if they’re a repeat offender, take the appropriate actions for the situation and deal with it responsibly as the person in the authoritative position. end of story.

there are differences between petty arguments (eg. who is the “best” character), and serious matters that should be dealt in a serious way (eg. art theft, rape jokes, bullying). nothing in this world is completely black and white, but there is a clear difference between what will harm a person, and what will not; what is good for the sake of a community, and what isn’t. and frankly, if you think you can dispute that and take a neutral side on urgent issues anyway, you are incredibly mistaken.

this can be a tactic used for de-escalation, absolutely, and for making sure you aren’t inserting your personal opinions into the argument by looking at it from an objective point of view. but it is not fit for every situation, and the fact that it’s listed as “one of the ways a mod is supposed to talk to people” puts it in a checklist for the “standard” of how they should speak, which therefore implies that a mod needs to “try” to use it in every situation possible. instead of, you know, judging the situation and reacting accordingly rather than going a roundabout way that doesn’t go straight to solving the actual issue between users. i would count that specific point as bad wording on their part, but my point for all of this still stands regardless.

“be patient” does play an important part of handling arguments between two people, i will agree with that. it’s advisable to be the calm, rational one when dealing with two people whose emotions are influencing them to only see their side and no one else’s. that’s only assuming the situation isn’t as serious as other ones may be, however, and that there are multiple sides to the argument at all.

of course this isn’t the case for other things that are much worse, and if we recall the 4th definition of a moderator in modern, internet-associated terms, it is the mod’s duty to prevent offensive, harmful material from being posted on a website. not everything can be solved with patience and talking things out when someone is breaking the rules. a moderator also needs to be able to put their foot down when needed, and take action especially in the case that the mod isn’t actually being listened to.

as a person being confronted by a mod, it’s easy to say you agree and won’t do it again but you’ll just do it again anyway. which is why punishment, repercussions, consequences (banning, reporting, etc) are put in place to prevent these things from happening. relying only on talking things out cannot and will not stop people from doing what they want, if they don’t listen and have no desire to change for the better.

“try to make your users comfortable while talking to you” is not applicable in every situation either. of course it’s important to ensure you are respected as a mod, and that you are respectful towards other people as well. it’s nice to have a friendly disposition when talking to people, so they aren’t intimidated or scared of you, or think you’re stuck up or unlikable or mean and whatever else.

but in the end, it doesn’t really matter what everyone thinks of you, whether you’re a mod or not. not everyone will like you at any given point, ever. that’s just a fact of life. what matters as a mod, is doing your job properly. the way others see you is a factor in it, sure, but as a mod you will always inherently be someone who some others are a little jumpy when talking to you. but most people also don’t have any reason to be uncomfortable if they aren’t doing anything wrong in the first place. if they’re hurting people and being toxic, it doesn’t matter how comfortable they are when talking to you.

in addition, it’s possible to be amicable while also being firm and direct about moderation work. and it is also possible to separate how you speak in a friendly conversation with someone, compared to speaking to someone who has seriously messed up and broken the rules.

“smiley face trademarked” this straight up has nothing to do with being a mod. it’s just a typing quirk. it’s not important to what makes someone a mod. it also is typically used for passive aggressiveness so. if the kga staff wants to come off to their community that way, i am not fishing out the one (1) radioactive shoe in the sewers that is the kindergarten amino. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“de-escalate situations or try to stay calm” does fit exactly with what i was talking about earlier. this is the 1st definition of moderators, and essentially is part of their job. i legitimately don’t have objections to this, that haven’t already been said, because it is a mod’s job to keep the peace between the people in an online community.

this message came after the list they provided, before the screenshot of my friend asking if her not sugarcoating things was the issue. for context, she had challenged their authority before this instance, and critiqued the way the mods would usually handle situations. in that, they don’t actually handle the situation and would opt for “being a simp” rather than solving the issue. (keeping this in mind, it’s hard not to suspect they rejected her because of past hostility against her for speaking her mind before this.)

it’s not hard to change the way you speak according to the situation. you don’t talk to the principal (or your boss if you’re older), the same way you would talk to your best friend, or the way you would talk to a sibling, and you don’t speak to a stranger on the street, or significant other in any of those ways too.

it doesn’t matter how she spoke when she critiqued the mods. the way she spoke for that occasion was appropriate for the topic, and does not in any way correlate or give any indication to how she would speak to a general person if she was in a mod position.

it doesn’t matter about how “relatable” you are as a mod either. that has nothing to do with moderation and does not make you do your job any better or any less than someone who “isn’t relatable” whatever the fuck that means.

a teacher can be relatable all they want, but they can and will get booted from their job if they’re, y’know, not actually doing their job; aka teaching. a teacher can teach without being engaging in any way for the students at all, and that arguably isn’t good either, but the difference is, as much as the students may not like it, that’s not a requirement for their job, hence why a teacher would not get fired for being boring but still getting information through to their students, but a teacher would get fired for not teaching no matter how fun, relatable, or friendly they are.

the power a mod has is supposed to be used to moderate, while “being relatable” is not needed, even though it can be beneficial, to actually do your job properly.

ah yes, this screenshot again. urban dictionary’s 1st definition of “simp” is: Someone who will say anything to please someone, particularly a girl, in the hopes that they will be in good favor with that person.

and that really speaks for itself why simps are unfit to be in a moderator position. essentially, they are suck ups. fakes. they will, by this definition, say anything to win the good graces of other people, to win approval, and make people like them. --and as i mentioned before, this is not the job of a mod in any way, shape or form.

it is not beneficial for a mod to suck up to someone who is breaking the rules and hurting others. it doesn’t matter what the community’s opinion is of how likable a mod is; the mod is the person in a position of power, and it is their job to make sure no one is breaking the rules or posting anything harmful to others or to the community. that has nothing to do with popularity contests.

and, this shows how these mods handle situations if they “talk like a simp” to the perpetrators. it’s a substantial reason why this mod team doesn’t actually get their work done if this is the way they speak to people. to talk in this manner means they are not really telling the perpetrators what they’re doing wrong and trying to get them to stop, but are rather encouraging and enabling them to keep doing terrible things because of the fact that “it will please them, and that person will think good of the mods”

--another point i should talk about, is the “we have to be kind and try to understand” part of what they said.

according to one of my friends, some people in the kga mod team are over 18?? i don’t know if this is true, and i don’t really care. but if it is, maybe fucking act like it lmao. if you really are adults-- even some young teenagers already know this-- but you should already know it is completely possible to be kind and polite to someone while disagreeing with them and telling them they are wrong and what they did is wrong.

it’s word choice. there is a deliberate difference between choosing to type “wow you’re so stupid, don’t you know you’re not allowed to post this? delete it, dipshit” and “hey there! this post doesn’t fit the posting guidelines, so please take this down. thanks!”

there’s also a neat little thing where a person can understand why a person did something and the reasons why they think something is right, looking at an opinion that is not their own and the contexts for why other people may think that way-- but still realize that it’s fundamentally wrong and they shouldn’t do that anyway! it’s called critical thinking. it comes with the experience of growing up, which, doesn’t necessarily correlate to how old a person is.

so even if the mods are adults, they have no excuse for not being able to connect saying things in a kind way while also being firm about moderating and doing their job without being a doormat.

we, as adults, are supposed to be the responsible ones when dealing with minors, and mods are the designated responsible ones over every member of an online community by proxy. by now, you should have learned these things. but i will acknowledge that not all people may be mentally capable of thinking and speaking this way as easily as others. and that’s fine and dandy and doesn’t make them a bad person-- but that also means they should not be mods in the first place if they can’t deal with things objectively but respectfully and kind at the same time.

--kinda funny how that screenshot under the simp screenshot practically agrees with that notion, huh!

( plus the fact those under 13 are not allowed to use amino in the first fucking place, yet they allow a fucking 12 year old to join without doing anything about it?? children should not be on that app until they’re old enough. it’s detrimental to them and everyone around them, and unsafe for them especially. i’m pretty sure more than two people are aware of this incident, and the fact the mods did nothing about it? pure incompetence. )

^ she put it pretty well in her own words too.

and now onto this bullshit. i, on the other hand do not personally know these people on the kga mod team, but i do not care for their opinions on me considering i don’t know them and do not care for the amino community-- nor do i have the obligation to suspend my belief on whether they truly are lovely people or not.

they allowed my friends to get hurt, everything i’ve seen from them is incompetence, and frankly, the simp one especially made me actively lose braincells trying to comprehend that any human on this planet thinks that is a legitimate, reasonable response to anyone in any situation. if it was a joke, it is their fault for putting a poorly placed joke in the middle of a serious conversation. if it wasn’t a joke, i really cannot fathom how anyone believes that is an intelligent or beneficial way to talk to people while moderating.

anyway. that response of theirs? that passive aggressive “don’t say thank you when you hate us :)” while disregarding literally everything else my friend said is incredibly childish on the mod’s part. i have legitimate trouble believing anyone but a child is typing these arguments, and i’m not saying this to be mean, but i seriously cannot imagine with every single one of my synapses, that an adult would make such a halfassed “argument” like that.

on the other hand, twitter drama exists. so. perhaps i can believe there are adults who can’t communicate properly.

either way, their true age has no relation to the immature behaviour they show throughout this conversation. child or not, adult or not, they are still being unreasonable and immature and the bottom line is that these people really shouldn’t be mods.

“the next message probably isn’t me so like don’t blame kga staff” that really does not sound like anything but an excuse to say whatever you want without actually owning up to your actions.

a friend when i was 11 would say shitty things to me and then say “omg i’m soooo sorry that wasn’t me, my cousin used my computer!!” and that sounds just like that imo.

i will give the benefit of the doubt for this one assuming multiple mods are using that account(?) but the “don’t blame kga staff” makes zero sense, like my friend says. if someone from your mod team says something, it means you all either agree with it (especially considering it seems you only let people like yourself and not anyone with varied opinions become mods) or you would have to retract the statement as a team and own up to what your actual opinions are. you can have individual opinions as individual mods, but i’m pretty sure that if you say things as the kga staff as a whole, it must be assumed those opinions are at least shared with most if not all members.

there are problems involving the kga staff. of course the entire kga staff will be blamed, no matter who the individual was, for causing problems in the first place.

“abrasive and downright impulsive” buddy, you and your little mod posse have had these issues spanning several months, according to my friends. there’s nothing impulsive about poking the hornet’s nest repeatedly and then getting surprised when you get stung. or in this case, called out with the truth. because the truth isn’t “abrasive”, it’s just real.

consider: you’re being spoken to this way because you won’t listen to literally any other way whenever your inadequacies of being mods has been brought up in the past lmao. being nice obviously hasn’t worked (oh the irony). what else do you expect to happen?

“if everyone despised us and we put no effort into getting a little liked from the community [...]” you said “simp” behaviour was required for all mods. there’s a huge fucking difference between “too nice to mod properly or tell people what they’re doing wrong”, and being well liked and respected while still being competent. again, being liked by everyone is not what makes someone The Best Mod(tm). doesn’t matter if you don’t actually do your job.

“the problems aren’t with the entire staff. so I don’t see the need to blame everyone” this is exactly like saying “this cancer tumor isn’t affecting all of your body so i don’t see the need to remove it before it gets worse”

“the reason we need this more lighthearted [...] and those involved in the problem” again. it is entirely possible to be kind to someone while also dealing with problems in a responsible manner.

yep. as she said, the kga staff is the first one to throw insults at her, not the other way around. and it is incredibly hypocritical of them to talk that way. not very simp-like when you’re directly being called out on the shit you’re doing wrong, huh :)

and you heard it here folks; the kga staff doesn’t care about the opinions and critical feedback of it’s own members! “a bad opinion based on next to nothing” you mean the stuff you sweep under the rug and the shit she’s personally witnessed the whole time she’s been on that amino?

sure, that first mod is not specifically responsible for what the second one said. but you’re both still mods, and whole idea of being a mod is being responsible for others in the first place. and that responsibility includes amongst yourselves. if you don’t know how to police your fellow mods (and on the case if it happened, speak up if another mod is being corrupt), can you really expect anyone to believe you can moderate other people if you don’t know how to check yourselves first?

“you’ve never been a mod. you can’t judge how we do our jobs” that is a shitty argument and always has been since the dawn of time. 99.99% of people have never and will never be president or work in parliament. that doesn’t stop them from criticizing how the government runs things. the majority of an audience have never worked on a movie set before. that doesn’t stop them from saying whether they thought the movie was absolute shit. they don’t have to know how much “hard work” is put into being a mod to judge you. what matters is the outcome, they see the outcome, and will judge you because the outcome directly affects them.

and in both of the above situations, the feedback from the outsiders are incredibly vital and influence the way the government, or the movie directors, make their next move. because if the next move they make is complete nonsensical garbage to everyone else? they’re ruined. they have to listen to everyone else or their reputation, and trust everyone else has for them, will suffer. it’s the exact same thing in an online community where its members create the content, and this is just the way humans function. she, and i, and many others of us who agree with her absolutely can judge the way you do your jobs, and at the same time you have the option of not listening. but that option isn’t always the best option for the sake of the community. these are what people who are actually fit to be mods have to decide, whether they actually want to listen to the people they’re governing, or if they’d rather avoid facing the many, many issues in their community and admitting the fact they fucked up. i’m pretty sure we all know what the kga staff is gonna pick.

you people really shouldn’t have become mods if you’re so sensitive to criticism and can’t handle confrontation. i’m pretty sure the critique you’ve been given was never a personal attack on you as people, but the point of it was, and is, to make you better mods. something which you don’t seem to care about doing.

i’m almost done here.

i have a whole bunch of disclaimers in the event whoever-the-fuck decides to argue with me on all of this. because goddammit i am a tired adult and i don’t give a shit about “mean anons” who are gonna attempt to out-logic my logic because by the end of this post, i will be done here. i will laugh as i delete your asks, on the assumption anyone will actually bother trying to fight me after everything i said. i don’t feel i’ve wasted my time with this post, but i will not waste my time arguing further with some random person on the internet.

i’m 1000% aware that being a mod for this amino is not a serious thing. i don’t care. i know it’s not a job job where you’re getting paid to actually do shit so you don’t really have to do anything at all. which is probably why the amino community sucks so bad. i’m just saying, being in that mod position still means you’re fucking responsible for when people get hurt in your community, and when people post inappropriate shit. it may not matter to you, and it may not matter in your life in the long run, but those experiences matter to someone. and it will always be, in part, your fault because your mod team was responsible for it at the time. if you don’t care? i don’t care that you don’t care. it won’t change the fact you let people get hurt and have no regrets about it. which is even worse.

yes, i wrote all of this out. i typed out this longass fucking essay for a few hours of my life despite that these people are likely never going to read this, or care, or take into consideration anything i said because they clearly can’t handle criticism-- because of the sheer amount of salt i have for these children, these adults, these people who can’t fucking do their jobs right. i haven’t wasted my time typing this, and i don’t care if other people see it that way because i don’t. and unlike some people, i’m not so insecure in myself that i care so much about what other people think. i wanted to do this. i’m happy with this decision. i don’t care that this isn’t a “real issue” or that “i could have done better things with my time” or “wow i’m a loser with no life” sure, thanks. honestly this was a better use of my time than staring at youtube all day. so. what i care about is that real people are affected by the things this excuse for a mod team has been pulling for way too long.

yes, i talked about how it’s easy to be kind while being firm. no, i am not being kind but the difference is that i am fully aware of it because i am making the choice to not put up with this bs. yes i’m some adult on the internet getting riled up that these people are trashy af. because some of the people i do care about are involved. your point?

and if you’re one of those mods on the kga and will not read all of this? i don’t care for your short attention span. mine’s the size of a goldfish’s too, dw. you read it and don’t care about what i have to say? great! here’s an uno reverse card. i do not know the mods or have any desire to know them based on what i do know of them. if they are willing to actually be reasonable, i may change my mind. until then, this criticism still stands.

no, i do not use amino other than the salt account i made today just to see firsthand what things go on there in the first place. i don’t care what happens to that account and have zero plans on posting on it. other than maybe a salt post, maybe. a specific phrase that really stuck as i was browsing was the community being described by one of the mods as an “emo daycare”. like i said way earlier in this post, the behaviour you freely allow is what breeds likeminded people in a community. that means: it’s your own fault that your community consists of mostly horrible, toxic people. if you actually did your work as mods, you wouldn’t have that issue with the people in the first place :)

it is the kindergarten fandom, but that doesn’t mean you all have to act like a bunch of kindergarteners. everything they said about the fandom is completely wrong if you actually look in the right places and, y’know, stop keeping your head in radioactive sand like a fucking ostrich while refusing to look at everything else around you. i am personally friends with so many talented individuals for this fandom, and in my experience this fandom has done nothing but good for me and my overall creativity.

no, of course i’m not above criticism either. unlike some people i am rather open to it and am aware it is important and something everyone needs to deal with in their own lives including me. i just don’t care for petty squabbling. i do have better things to do after this post, after all. i’ve said everything i needed to say, and @ whatever else the people who may disagree think of this? c’est la vie. so. yeah. i’m done here, that was me being pissed off by the sheer lack of braincells i’ve witnessed tonight, gonna draw now, bye.

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G/t Drabble (Crash landed on a hostile planet trope but NOT via the a tiny vulnerable human in a planet of mean powerful alien bigs route)

tw: a bit of censored cursing. Uh. I’m not sure what else. Maybe broaching of sensitive tops such as sexuality and religion. But not really. Mostly it’s just rlly dumb word play/lame humor and a confused alien being confused (and kinda freaked/troubled due to the confusion? you’ll see if you read it i guess). there is some sad lorg boi times. idk. no romantic relationships. just a shaky friendship is forming between a crash-landed big-arse alien (a human! *gasp* i woulda never guessed something as vile as that o: ) and one of the much smaller, very much not human locals. most want to kill the poor dude who got stuck on this planet of hostile lil guys who think he’s a monster and immediately decide they much off him asap. so like having this one ally is kinda important to him. But it’s hard. because. lots reasons rlly. culture differences. the language tech can only do so much. the size diff creates definite issues because trust is hard in general. and trusting a big being that could easily cause havoc on your planet mostly just cuz he /seems/ nice is not a very good foundation... there is much to learn between the two before they can be truly good frens. so uh good luck to them lol *raises glass* I mean. I don’t think I’ll ever write these two again. but I’m sure they’ll end up good friends. probably.

Anyway without further adieu, here have a disappointment (read: attempt to be creative but i’m kinda lazy tbh and still kinda bitter I can’t draw for more than like 10 minutes before I start spacing out :/ )

"We are called humans or the scientific name is homo sapiens" spoke the large alien, Lyle.

"Homo sapiens? That is rather long, is it not? Why is a "scientific name" even a thing? Why would that be necessary? Scientific name versus what kinda name? Emotional name? Why are these science names two words? Seems annoying. What is wrong with just calling yourselves simply homos? Or something else just as nice and concise. Straight to the point if you will. Probably. I... Uh.. I obviously don't know what exactly is the purpose of a scientific name as i already implied... Sooo..." The much shorter – and much scalier- native being (called Torrynts) awkwardly looked off the side to stare at the plain, blank, siding of their dilapidated, isolated house as if it were the most interesting thing in the entire vicinity. Which it wasn’t of course. There was a f***ing alien 15 times their size only a few them-sized lengths way…

Lyle gave his new comrade – and only friend on this gawdforsaken planet that mostly wants him dead- th pondering, and possibly ironically, rather colourfully scaled Torrynt by the name of Kyvlar a bemused look, bordering on coy.

"Huh. 'Straight' to the point you say?" He paused with a small snort. "Well, my not-so-statuesque friend, do I got news for you~"

Kyvlar suddenly blanched, giving a Lyle a look that was like a knife to the heart while blurting out. "Wait, wait, wait! Hold up! We? There are more than one of you? Here? On this planet? Were you just a distraction the whole time. Oh... Oh no.... Have we really been victim a secret homo invasion this whole time! I-"

Their panicked monologue was interrupted by a most horrendous noise. Like a slowly dying tornado with the hiccups or something.

"STOP. Stop I-I can't. I can't. This is too much much!" Spoke Lyle with his hand covering the bottom half of his and his eyes scrunched shut.

'Welp,' thought the Torrynt, 'This is the end. This is when I die. I should have known better than to immediately put my trust in such an enormous obviously dangerous specimen. Ho-'

Kyvlar’s dramatic internal speech was interrupted when the alien surprised them by uncovering the his face, revealing a huge grin. ‘They weren't upset? Huh?’ The Torrynt blinked owlishly at the human in confusion.

"Sh*t, bite-size (Kyvlar noticeably paled at the impromptu nickname not 100% the foreign joking tone, well it would have been noticeable to someone their size at least), I know you don't mean to, context-wise, but you reminded me of my great aunt Karen when my Uncle Todd and Uncle Copper decide to have their friends over along with relatives for a gatherin'."

Plastering on a faux distraught look and blatantly mocking tone, he continue with exaggerated hand gestures. "Oh no, it's the...the...," he paused with snort, "... the homo invasion... No, no, no... Not here... not in this... this good, Christian neighborhood. Aren't just two of them enough? Oh woe is me!" The alien dropped the mocking tone and smirked towards the smaller being. "Heh. Good ol' great aunt Karen could never remember Uncle Todd was Jewish and so was the majority of that neighborhood.... It’s where my Uncle Todd was raised actually…"

The said smaller being just stared blankly at the homo-no-human they supposed as just “homo” meant something else, they weren’t sure what else, beyond just something else.

"Uhhm. Wh-what? U-Uhm, so what exactly is “homo” then? And what’s Christian? And Jewish too. What’s that? Are... Are those other types of -uh- intelligent, sentient creatures on your planet? Y-you know, b-beside hom-er-h-humans? Or are these subtypes of humans? What kinda are you? What is a great aunt? or Uncle? Does the great indicate a larger size? Oh gawd, a-aren't you humans b-big enough regularly? Oh... W-wait. O-or are you a great- uhm- great aunt, was it? E-er, g-great something? Ohhh. Zyntall (Torrynt swear). I'm sooo confused r-right now... " The timid tiny being, sighed in frustration before their eyes snapped open wide in a panic, and they did an immediate one-eighty with their behavior, and it was off all their previously trust, as wavering as it was, vanished in an instant, squeaking out a quick "sorry. oh, Z-zyntall... I'm so-so-sooo sorry. I-I hope I d-didn't offend y-you or anyth-thing... p-please, oh please, don't hurt me" while gazing everywhere except towards the much larger alien, hoping desperately the 'bite-size' nickname was just a bad joke...

Clearly they not only didn't get what so hilarious about the whole thing but also thought he was a monster prone to violence – still. Lyle sighed, all the mirth that was previously in his expression draining out of him leaving him with an uncomfortable grimace on their face. How disappointing... They really wish there was another human here to share in the jesting. But alas, that was not meant to be. At least as far as they knew there was no "homo invasion" in the making. Lyle wasn’t naïve. He knew humans were easy to slip into a gray moral state, at best. The role of villains at worst. And many of his kind would likely take advantage of a planet full of tiny, vulnerable people. Lyle couldn’t help but inwardly cringe at the thought, getting nervous about something that wasn’t an issue. At least now. Currently, human-wise, it was just him on this distant planet. And as far as he knew, no one - well, no other human at least- had any clue where they were. It probably just seemed he simply disappeared. Never to be seen again most likely. Trapped on this random alien planet in scenario that is akin to some sort of a personal hell of sorts.

'Wow. Hello, major depressive episode that’s making me overly dramatic. I haven't seen you since I was - what - eighteen?' thought Lyle regretfully. Calling this planet a personal hell was probably a bit over the top. But still, he couldn’t even seem to keep the trust of his single native ally. It only adds to his feelings of lonely isolation. And he feared his lonely angst will only get worse and worse. But only time will tell.

Giving a small sigh, he mentally prepped himself to try and get back his small friend’s trust. At least he was able to laugh for a wee bit earlier. It had been so long since he had done such. It was nice. Hopefully next time it will not lead to a backtracking in his attempted friendly ships with an open local, or even worse, a hostile local. The little laser guns that native being had stung like a b*tch. It reminded him when he got bit a couple times by some fire ants during a vacation as a child.

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So yeah these were rando improvised characters made on the spot.

But Lyle is a guy (he/him. He’d be chill with they/them too)

And Kyvlar is… a Torrynt. So like they/them I guess. Torrynts don’t have genders. Like at all. I guess they hermaphroditic (intersex if talking by human terms but not really as they are capable of reproduction and they aren’t human so… I dunno… Not even sure if hermaphrodite is a useful term. As idk if hermaphroditic animals, in nature, are capable of reproduction… I don’t think so? But I’m not sure tbh…). There is no variants like there are with human “sex”. And male/female concepts are 200+% foreign to these wee reptile-like aliens (albeit warm-blooded minded, so perhaps more draconian than reptilian idk. Also aliens being described as reptilian gives me hives due to a conspiracy theory that is like super bigoted actually n’ stuff. Very yikes. Don’t want to talk it about it rlly…). Their reaction would def be “wtf. That’s the weirdest sh*t ever” to such a thought as male n female binary dynamics & whatnot. No exceptions. They’d be like why a lot of you guys limiting yourself because of whether or not you are a potential offspring vessel or not. I don’t understand.

So Yeah. Uh. Anyways.

Their conversation about this prolly (or close to this):

Lyle: Hi. I’m Lyle. Just some random dude form Earth I guess.

Kyvlar: a random dude what?

Lyle: uh. I’m a dude. I guess I meant that I’m a boy though dudes don’t really have to be boys I think. But not to derail too much… Yeah. I’m a man/guy/boy/brosef, whatever you wanna call the male gender. Please not by brosef actually, heh. Anyway. Yep. A boy. That is what I am. Uh. How about you. I can just tell… you ….you have uhm two legs. Oh damn. Wait. That sounded so stupid. I wouldn’t assume your gender or anything. I just… You don’t look exactly human so..uh. UGH. Nevermind. I don’t even know where I was going with that... Heh. ANYWAY, so yeah what’s your gender is what I’m trying to say. Sorry I’m awkward as f***. I’m not used to socializing much. Been doing deep space sh** on my own for a few years now and.. uh.. yeahhhh….

Kyvlar: *stares blankly*

Lyle: Uh. Yeah. So. A Gender? Do you, uhm, have one? Or…????

Kyvlar: Uh. I think so? I mean I’m mostly a day-by-day I’ll figure it out then type but I, I really want be able to fix my home up. I want to learn to cook. Kinda suck at it now. Uhm. I guess… Uh. I should probably help you get on good terms with my people so they stop trying to kill you. You seem nice n’ stuff… so yeah. There’s that. I could use a little more purpose in my life. Not to-

Lyle: wait. Huh? What are you talking about? Are you talking about an agenda?

Kyvlar: Yes????

Lyle: *snorts* I didn’t say an agenda. I said a gender. As in A. Gen. Durr. Like are male or female or maybe something off the typical binary track??

Kyvlar: Uh. Er. Huh??? I, I’m so confused right now…

Lyle: Hooo boy. I’m so not prepared for this discussion at all.

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One of these days I’m gonna have a character that’s silver-tongue and smooth af and not some bumbling awkward doofus (*cough* like I am *cough*).

#g/t #g/t writing #i think this is sfw #i don't know why it wouldn't be #giant/tiny #giant dude #but he's really a human #it's like the crash landed on a hostile planet g/t trope #but the crash landed is a human #and he is the BIG #and the tinies are a bunch of hostile aliens #except for one #and they aren't really tiny #they are technically normal I think #i mean it is their turf yknow?#the tiny alien in this drabble is non-binary I guess #or maybe agender would be a better term?#the tiny aliens have no gender #or rather they have one gender #so it basically is means little to them identity to wise #like how humans are humans and thus that doesn't honestly say much about them.#except gender means even less to these aliens than that #not in a offensive way #in a they have no knowledge of gendered creatures so the concept of gender is very new to them #actually it's a non-issue to most of them because they don't give a shit about Lyle at all #oh your a guy #we don't care just die already #poor dude #he just wants a friend #but's awkward

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