Hi! I got the notification that your requests are open skjsjsjs so exciting, can you do something about the noodle dragon with Monster!Task Force 141 please? That would be all, thank you and have a nice day! ❤️✨
Cw: canon-typical violence, weird water magic, weird dragon/monster shit and lore, death, crash, tell me if I missed any.
They’d gotten used to you over the month, watching you prance around them like a graceful panther in hunt, stalking around them with that cheeky smile of yours and a clawed hand always ready to patch someone up. You were a might dragon, a warm to some classifications and an Asian one to others, but the consensus was that you weren’t one to be trifled with —as most dragons were, but if anything, you were so a feline in a body of a dragon than the ferocious monster you were. Always prowling and on guard, watchful and observant, aware of the events transpiring around you like a protective cat.
They took well to you, forgoing the paranoia and apprehension at your eagerness to help them and you openness, your long tail, hard scales protecting the thick cords of sinewy muscles curled ever so softly around them, and the tuff of fur tickling any naked piece of skin. And however tender and soft-hearted you were, they’d seen the dangerous part of you, the draconic one with a strange affinity to water rather than the destructive fire they were so familiar with. Whereas Price was a chaotic force, burning everything on his path and leaving nothing but cinder and ash, you were an unmoving force of water, a typhoon and cyclone that would crash the land and leave broken pieces of what remained, cold and drowned —the calm before the storm as people said, a perfect imagery of you.
Yet there was a lingering suspicion that it was all, that there was a more monstrous part of you hidden away from their eyes. Horangi had shared such thoughts - another mythical creature of sacredness and nobility - and showed them what hehad heard of eastern dragons: giant snake-like creatures with the faces of lions and crowns of graceful antlers, born with lustrous manes and hard but flexible scales that let them dance and twirl as they wished it. Destructive beauty, Horangihad mumbled, a creature who’s image is drawn to represent beauty and nobility.
They knew, they were fully aware, that you had more to show, yet they couldn’t hold back the awe and amazement that followed the gut-deep fear and worry after they saw you fall, your figure shrinking as you plummeted into the dark and silent ocean, gone into the wide, open sea. Rather than seeing your head pop out, gasping for air while they clung to their straps and helicopter, Nikolai screaming through the comma about holding onto something, swirling left and right to avoid being hit a second time by the war ship, it was calm, a smooth plain growing in darkness, a shape forming beneath the veil of a blue ocean.
Then, before they knew it, a majestic serpent erupted from the sea, wet scales gleaming under the sun while you rose into the sky in a spiral, white fur floating like you hadn’t just come out of water. You were swift, curling in the air, your magicworking it’s wonder when you flew, stubby arms and legs moving as if you were swimming, looping around them to shield them from being narrowly hit. It was as Horangi gushed, water rose and fell with you, tendrils of salty water reaching out to curl around you, rising high to swarm the enemy ship the same way you did, circling around it until it was left submerged, swallowed up by your hydromancy. You had drowned warship in the depth of the abyss, a dark and cold pit that promised a lonely death, forgotten and painful. You had caused the deaths of hundreds with a twirling dance, an alluring, yet deadly show, like an oleander.
You made no show of joining them in the aircraft, keeping your distance from them, adequate enough to protect them from further damage without becoming a danger to them. They - especially Price, since he had never seen an eastern dragon, only from files and catalogues - gawked, gazing at your head-sized eye, blinking owlishly at them with a narrowed eyes, slitted pupil gleaming with glee at their admiration. You purred, a growling rumble that shook your gills, a deep sound shuddering through them like thunder, low and booming, but it was a happy sound, meant to comfort them from the near sinking that you’d saved them from.
Even in this situation, where they’d been saved by you, you were still trying to comfort them and reassure them despite having taken a hit or two. They were glad Laswell found you.
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yeah
Can i have big massive kokushibo fucking fem hashira reader like there's no tomorrow then kokushibo will tease fem hashira reader like "Where's your strength now, hm?" and "Oh what happened to your 'I will take your head to ubuyashiki-sama.'" they be fucking in the dark forest
Thank you my dear anon 🙏😁. This plot line made me, mhm, very emotional.. 😁. Consider it done.
(Please have patience with me though as I have a request list to work through. Apologies for that. You can expect the story to be ready around the end of June. Or earlier. Thank you.)
lorelei <3
this npc talks the way tumblr users flirt
⠀「 Waking him up in the middle of the night, asking for food 」
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
trying out a different format for content when im strapped for time lmao
"Babe." You nudge him in the shoulder with a finger. His arms are wrapped around you, asleep with his face half-buried in the pillow. He doesn't respond the first time, merely twitching slightly, so you try again with more force. "Babe," you say with more urgency, and he grumbles under his breath, rousing from sleep.
"What?" he asks, voice raspy.
"'m hungry," you tell him quietly, whispering not to break the tranquility of the night.
"What?" He leans closer, and your eyes narrow.
"I'm hungry. Food please," you tell him, louder this time.
He grumbles under his breath, burying his face further into the pillow, ignoring you. His hands tighten around you so much that you nearly squeak. You gasp, affronted, and keep poking his shoulder until he finally gives in.
"You're lucky i love you," he mumbles into the pillow. With a tired groan and a glare tossed your way, he releases you and tosses the blanket off of himself. He pulls on his slippers, runs his hand through his hair, still swearing, and stands. He turns back to you, a hand outstretched to help you out of the sheets, and you grin at him victoriously.
"Fine, what do you wanna eat, you menace?" He asks around a yawn, tired, but too tightly wound around your finger to actually ever tell you no.
— Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Cyno, Scaramouche / Wanderer, Xiao, Childe
He wakes up a little bit more at your request, blinking once or twice. He frowns at you, glancing at the clock on the wall, before levelling you with an exasperated stare. "At this hour?" he asks dryly. "It couldn't wait until breakfast?"
You shake your head resolutely. "Nope. I don't think I'll be able to sleep."
He sighs, but doesn't contest further, instead pressing a kiss to your cheek, and then one to your lips. "You're so spoiled," he says it fondly though, and you beam up at him. Because really, when it comes to him, you definitely are. He slips out of bed. "I'll make you that toast that you like, okay?" he asks, and you nod enthusiastically, already clambering out of the sheets after him.
— Kaveh, Diluc, Neuvillette, Kazuha, Ayato, Albedo, Kaeya, Thoma, Zhongli
happy valentine's day ✉️💜
so remember when we were all wondering what's with the r1999 character profile page?
the "an arcanist's work displayed in the 19xx"
and with their length x width dimensions
and how our chosen character in our home page retreats to being a painting in the background
anyways...in one of the new game infos in the loading pages (which has a very short window of reading time so it was hard to catch), it was said that:
there was a strange phenomenon of people turning into paintings that they can't find the cause of
based on what we have so far i am not liking what bluepoch could be implying in that loading page 🥹
For those who don't know or haven't seen it yet, they're talking about the following loading screen (ty to Tale's lore server for providing these!)
I just assume that these details are part of the whole artistic theme within the game, like how each Chapter is named after a real book, all the references to artistic movements and so on and so forth. As well as Vertin's role as the Timekeeper─she's meant to record and keep evidence from different eras, which sounds to me like a job for an art collector, conservator or restorator! So it makes sense to me that the people she saves are seen as art pieces.
Besides, the suitcase/Wilderness is a very vague, mysterious place. It's a literal pocket dimension that just seems to do its own thing and follow its own rules. I'm willing to casually accept that, sometimes, people turn into paintings for no apparent reason because it's a LITERAL pocket dimension that pulls people from time and space.
If I think reaaally hard ... Maybe you're implying that the people within the suitcase are doomed to become paintings eventually, because they're in the wrong era?
But that makes no sense, because there's hundreds of other survivors within the Foundation, Manus Vindictae and Apeiron so far who survive just fine─and Chapter 05 revealed why some places are immune to the "Storm."
Any potential arguments to support this theory don't hold up from my perspective, either. For example, the idea that the arcanists Vertin pulls from the spinning wheel in the middle of the lake are different from people who survive the "Storm" through different means (siding with either the Foundation or Manus, or by being in Apeiron, these are the only examples we have so far), and therefore they don't count, so they could be affected in different ways. This doesn't hold up, because Vertin pulled Sonetto, someone from the same era as her, into the suitcase through the spinning wheel. Whereas Regulus, who comes from an entirely different era, was just pushed inside. And yet, both of these characters turn into paintings anyway when you select them on the main screen.
So I don't think I understand the "implication" you're talking about and why you wouldn't like it? But please, feel free to elaborate on a different ask/reblog/reply, etc etc! I'd love to know!
( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps) Alien talk show host: So you doubt my powers?
Human: I do.
Alien Host: You know that the theme of this show is bringing on people such as yourself and proving that I can in fact predict the future.
Human: I have watched your show and I’ve seen how you use your scam to convince people that you can predict the future.
Audience: Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Alien Host: If it has been proven right so many times how can you still claim it is a scam?
Human: Because you have never had a human on your show until now to disprove it.
Alien Host: Bold words but we’ll give you a shot.
Alien Host: What have you got in store for me to disprove my abilities?
Human: *reaches into pocket and pulls something out*
Human: I’m going to flip this coin and you will tell me which side it lands on.
Alien Host: That’s it?
Alien Host: That’s your grand plan to disprove my skills?
Human: Half of it.
Human: You find out the other half after I flip the coin.
Alien Host: Ominous; I always liked that about you humans.
Alien Host: Very well, flip that coin and I predict it will be heads!
Human: *Flips coin*
Alien Host: *Watches coin spin upwards*
Human: *Pulls out gun from jacket and pulls the trigger*
*Gunshot goes across the table and hits the alien host in the arm*
*Audience begins screaming as human sets the gun down on the table*
Human: You can all relax, that was the second part of my plan.
Alien Host: WHY DID YOU SHOOT ME!?!?!!?
Human: *Calmly* Why did you not see the bullet coming?
Alien Host: You said you were using the coin toss!!
Human: I said it was the first part and that you’d find out the other half during the flip.
Human: If you can see into the future why did you not dodge the bullet or attempt to stop me from pulling a gun and shooting you?
Alien Host: Who could predict such madness!?!?!?
Human: Exactly.
Human: You can “predict” the future as you call it because you are a master of probability, not a fortune teller.
Human: That’s why you were so confident you could accurately predict how the coin would land and claim you saw it in the future.
Human: But no one could predict a random act of violence without any forewarning signs given.
Alien Host: You did all of this just to prove me wrong!?!
Human: I mean, isn’t that the point of the show?
this is so dumb but i couldn’t stop thinking abt it
thinking about scaramouche team dynamics ft scarabedo