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"to love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.”
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so when are you gonna tell me that i’m the bane of your existence and the object of all your desires?
he played coy at first but eventually made it up to me 💕💕💕
Do you think Mydei and Phainon could share the user? I feel like they'd clash but eventually work together.. you write both of them so accurately, and I love your 'multi character' fics a ton.
to be pursued by both the deliverer of okhema and the prince of kremnos is to be hunted. in its infancy, their pining for you was innocent enough. you had no knowledge of the chaos that would usurp the order of your life. once they recognized their shared interest, it became a competition of sorts, where they'd seek to outdo one another. whenever you went out to run the most banal errand, they'd be there, as if waiting for you. phainon would carry your groceries, mydei would insist on escorting you from one destination to the next. inevitably, their near constant presence attracted attention, both good and bad. people talked, rumors ran rampant. peace became a thing of the past.
aglaea's golden threads caught on to the brewing tempest. she didn't need her teacher's gifts in divination to sense how this predicament might deteriorate, should it remain unchecked. a tentative agreement was reached — without your input — that would see you 'shared' between the two great warriors. if aglaea pitied you, you wouldn't have been able to guess it by the matter-of-fact manner she explained your new reality.
"for the stability of okhema," the weaver of romance insisted. any counterargument on your part was meticulously shut down, though she did allow you to vent your frustrations.
you left the meeting understandably dejected. you heard of city states that offered sacrifices to appease the titans, is this how it felt to be marched to an altar? at least livestock were oblivious as they went to their demise. with every step you take, you feel a painful awareness of your station in the world. it's a placement you'll never rise above, not when the goldweaver has forcibly intertwined your fate with theirs.
at the end of the hall stands phainon and mydei. the former beams at you, whereas the latter squares his shoulders, though the softening of his eyes betray his delight.
"looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of one another, huh?" phainon chuckled.
at your crestfallen expression, mydei clicked his tongue and muttered a phrase foreign to your ears.
"it's not such a terrible thing," he said. "you'll be treated well."
only time would tell if the crown prince's words held any weight.
we may have moved onto planarcadia but i'm mentally still on amphoreus. i don't think i'll ever forget the chrysos heirs, i know i'm biased but they have to be some of the best written and designed characters hoyo has to offer ..
Hello!! Wanted to ask some questions, hope they aren't too personal!
You already said your favourite books, but I'm curious about who your favourite author you would say is, like in general, and what is it that encourages you most to write?
omg you always have the best questions, i know it's taken me ages to respond to this but i plan on going back and answering some others that you've sent in!! they always get my brain whirring into action!!
i'd say that my favorite authors are fyodor dostoevsky, anne carson and shirley jackson. they've consistently written pieces that amaze and move me. dostoevsky's vast knowledge of the human psyche and theology, shirley jackson's haunting prose, and anne carson... i struggle to put into words the emotions i experience when reading anything by her. it's like being punched in the gut line after line yet i keep crawling back for more. i often return to her her translation of kassandra's prophecy in agamemnon by aeschylus on a frequent basis. it's just pure brilliance.
i believe one of my greatest motivations to write is the knowledge that if i don't give form to the ideas in my mind, no one else will. i tend to envision these dynamics that take on a life of their own. a simple idea builds upon itself over the course of weeks, months, even years, and the next thing i know, there's this sprawling mythos that won't leave me alone 😭😭 in a way, writing is like an exorcism. i don't know peace until i get these stories out of my head.
gojo and his inability to let anything related to you go.
empty perfume bottles, tattered pajama shirts, notes you wrote in high school, train ticket stubs, stretched out hair ties, even chipped off pieces of your nail polish. it's a compulsion, he hardly thinks about it as he fishes these discarded pieces of you out and preserves them like some kind of holy relic.
I am always thinking about SR - I love your writing so much!!@ but recently I've currently thinking about jealous SR reader 🤔 and how the gang would react to her being jealous
thank you so much for your kind words!! it's been a while since i've written for SR, it feels good for the soul ...
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Giorno regards it as a pleasant surprise. While he doesn't want to cause you excessive distress, he isn't exactly a saint. He can be devious and rely on underhanded methods if he feels he'll benefit. So, when he spots your nascent jealousy, the gears in his head whir to life. If he were a better man, he might end the interaction that's troubling you, but this is a rare opportunity. Still, he's not entirely without sympathy. He won't overdo it. He has an innate grasp of people's tolerances — he knows what you can and can't handle. There's a delicate balance to maintain. So, he'll feign ignorance, prolonging the interaction just enough to reap the benefits. Afterwards, he'll reassure you that you're the only one he has eyes for. You might suspect the underlying machinations at play, but he's so adept at soothing your concerns that you can never remain upset for long.
Bruno, as a well-respected member of the community, is no stranger to suitors. He has a way of attracting them like moths to a flame. He excels at tactfully turning them down in such a way that bitterness rarely festers on their part. Regardless, this has gotten you into some uncomfortable predicaments, especially when the flirtatious party is a person of high social status that he can't flatly reject. For his part, Bruno doesn't care for the fawning either, especially when he realizes how it makes you feel. He's willing to risk upsetting important people by briskly ending a conversation once he recognizes your discomfort, that's how highly he prioritizes your wellbeing. He'll apologize to you after, despite not being at fault. His earnest remorse is touching enough to soothe your jealousy.
It's going to take Fugo a while to piece together the way you feel. He may be brilliant, but when it comes to navigating social nuances, there's room for improvement. The most likely scenario is that he'll misinterpret your jealousy and the situation will devolve from there. This misattribution is no one's fault. Understandably, you don't want to go around announcing that you're jealous. Fugo fixates on the strange, uncharacteristic distance you've put between the two of you, and jumps to all sorts of wild conclusions. He struggles with self-loathing to the degree that you being jealous of him is, in his mind, inconceivable. The way he sees it, he's undesirable; no one would ever pursue him, so you have no reason to be jealous. He's so fiercely loyal to you that Venus incarnate could pursue him and he'd swat her away like a pest.
Mista shoots himself in the foot by cracking jokes, inadvertently making light of your turmoil. It isn't until he sees your crestfallen expression that he realizes his mistake. Similar to Fugo, he considers you such a catch that he struggles to envision you getting jealous. Have you seen yourself? You're drop-dead gorgeous and charming to boot. He would be lying if he said he wasn't flattered. He decides an open, honest conversation will make for the best remedy. He seeks you out as soon as tensions ease. He'll start by owning up to his shortcomings and promises to be more sensitive in the future. It's the type of talk you walk away from feeling closer to the other person.
Narancia is distraught to discover he's done something that upsets you, inadvertently or not. He errs on the dramatic: swearing up and down never to speak to the person again, to harm them, whatever will make you feel better. You end up having to de-escalate the conversation, because he will follow through on those threats. While overdramatic, it comes from a good place. He's painfully familiar with what it's like to be cast aside and forgotten, so he empathizes with you to an unhealthy degree, projecting some in the process. If nothing else, you'll be reminded how deep his loyalty to you runs. Whether or not this unwavering commitment bodes well is up to you. One thing is for certain — he's successfully dissipated any jealousy you were experiencing.
Initially, Abbacchio finds himself perplexed. He disparages himself, believing that he's somehow misread the cues he's picking up from you. Jealousy? That can't be right. Surely, he's entertaining delusions of grandiosity for the thought to even enter his mind. When it becomes evident that this is the case, he can register it logically, but there's an emotional disconnect. He might come off as abrasive when you broach the subject. It's nothing ill-intentioned on his part, he's just thrown off. One of his greatest insecurities is his firmly rooted belief that you could do better than him. He'll be forthright with his thoughts, whether they're well-received or not. His reassurance is rough, yet characteristic of him. He doesn't waste his breath waxing poetic. He'll tell you, with immense conviction, that there's no one else for him, end of story.
I ALWAYS KNEW HE HAD A SENSE OF HUMOR HIDDEN SOMEWHERE IN THERE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yan blade being the only member of the husband rotation who feels legitimately horrible if he makes you cry........
the first time was the worst.
blade thought himself a hardened man, forged by iniquity and tempered by the universe's cruelty. numbness had long set in, a permanent fog clouding his once fervent emotions. for better or for worse, you somehow pierce through the miasma, rekindling the dying embers. how could your tears move him so? he hadn't even done anything that reprehensible. it was a simple reprimand — spoken gruffly, yes, such is his custom — but you endured worse before without incident. you're coming undone and he's itching to put you back together.
his tongue feels heavy in his mouth and his mind lacks its normal acuity. guilt, hot like freshly melted wax, has hardened and enveloped him in a heavy cocoon. he's always known that you deserve better. now, watching the way you sniffle, your eyes red and cheeks wet, this axiom couldn't be more self-evident. he prefers your rage. there's a sense of catharsis to be had, watching you indulge in your righteous fury. this lack of animation, such a departure from your usual mien, feels wrong. unnatural.
should he apologize? leave you alone to sort your emotions out? or is there anything he can do, any combination of words that might bring you a semblance of comfort? he's not sure how long he's been standing here, contemplating his next course of action.
all he knows is that if he had the choice between this or an infinity of being killed and reborn, he wouldn't hesitate to choose the latter.
yan blade being the only member of the husband rotation who feels legitimately horrible if he makes you cry........
HIS DYNAMIC WITH THE OTHER MEMBERS OF THE STELLARON HUNTERS <///////3
I can see you
chrollo knows how to add to customize your favorite drinks eerily well. whether it be cream in your coffee, honey or sugar in your tea, or slight adjustments to a cocktail, he missed his calling as a mixologist.
big fan of your anaxa,,, i love me a little freak like that!! what do you think his method of keeping track of your movements are? i was thinking discreet cameras but i would love to hear your thoughts 👀
anaxa is a true innovator in the field because he establishes a surveillance system where you're the one keeping him abreast of new developments. he does this both indirectly and directly. regarding the former, he'll peruse your journals, sketches, annotations, what books/research you've checked out recently; no detail is overlooked. he's nothing if not a thorough stalker. he takes care to never reveal the depth of his knowledge, lest you get suspicious and increase your vigilance. some yanderes relish in the thrill of cat and mouse, he's not one of them. you're understandably wary of him, revealing as little of yourself as you can when he's around, so this is his way of accessing your inner world. he won't risk it for anything.
trying to outwit a man of his caliber is a losing battle. no matter what you do, it always feels like he manages to extract something of value, much to your frustration. you're both aware that he knows more than he lets on, yet you can never prove these hunches. the lack of evidence is maddening. still, as previously mentioned his restraint serves him well. you never would've imagined that he's rummaged through your personal belongings, you just assume his insight into your psyche is an extension of his brilliance.
you give him everything he needs while being none the wiser. piece by piece, he builds a general idea of your daily habits and routine. it's not 100% accurate, but it's close enough. for instance, at the entry hour's first quint, he can guess what you're up to, your first meal of the day, the outfit you'll wear depending on the temperature, etc. this becomes a little game he plays with himself for fun. his accuracy continues to improve, frighteningly so. his understanding of you is genuinely impressive.
By the way, Anaxa is the type to kiss your hair while maintaining intense, direct eye-contact, or when you've accidentally fallen asleep on a desk.
