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Hi Ms. Lock! I hope you've been doing well ( ╹▽╹ ) There's been some buzz around the Blade community because of the recent development of his character,,, Some are saying that they hate it and the such. If you're caught up with the recent update, may I know what you think of it? Feel free to not answer if you don't want to of course!
HELLO HELLO!!!
i've given this a lot of thought, actually. i understand that hoyoverse doesn't have the best history when it comes to handling character development for their characters that fit the antagonist category (the harbingers are a prime example), but i'm not getting that from blade.
this line in particular stood out to me. i find blade to be a deeply tragic character, with his brand of tragedy tinged with irony, which might be why i enjoy writing him so much. he went from someone who lost his home to the borisins to a person responsible for destroying the worlds of others, a blacksmith to a weapon, and a short-life species who took pride in the ephemerality of his existence to an immortal. an amalgamation of opposites, undergoing a continual process of transformation. imho, this last transformation into mortenax blade is very in line with his character. it shows something like acceptance, or, as his trailer was titled, nirvana, salvation from his past.
towards what he perceived to be the end of his life, he finally reflects and is honest about his regrets. i know i'm biased but i find the exchange between him and his master in these moments to be some of the best writing we've gotten from planarcadia up until this point.
if he were to have met his end here, it would've been a waste. the painful process of being forged anew fits him well. it isn't the end he wanted, and, arguably, that total annihilation would've been easier than having to carry on, but he is able to reject that end, as well as the promises of abundance that once lured him down the wrong path.
it's not quite redemption, but taking the reins of his own fate, wherever it may lead him. personally, i like the direction they're taking blade's character. my only selfish complaint is that i wish we could've gotten more insight from him afterwards... i hope that they'll show some of his reflection on what happened inside oroboros's corpse at some point in a future update. thematically speaking, his rebirth taking place there is a strong choice, what with its implications of infinity, cycles, self-devouring, etc... i say let hoyoverse cook with this one.
ive been following u so long I literally graduated college, bought a house, and got married. since we’ve been together so long, can u write sr reader if… IF sr reader got hit by an aphrodisiac stand but wasnt dating any of them so it’s j like “I need ur help rn.” 🗿
OR sr reader confessing her feelings
OR the gang realizing she has a crush on them
dealer’s choice. or not I just realized I hadnt visited u in a while so I wanted to visit u for nostalgia sake <3
time may pass but our love for scarlet ribbons will never fade!!! what an amazing set of milestones though, congratulations on every front 🥺🥺 it brought me so much joy to read this and know that you've been doing well!! i remember your lovely fanart, i still enjoy admiring it to this day. thank you for reaching out 💕💕💕
since i've done aphrodisiacs before, i'll go ahead and do the gang realizing she has feelings for them 😌
Giorno is eerily in tune with your existence. He's always been perceptive, able to tap into this sixth sense that reveals the innerworkings of others. As he's matured, he's remedied the mistakes of his past self who didn't hide this uncanny ability. Beneath his amicable mask, his mind is always whirring, piecing together a fuller picture based on what people unwittingly betray about themselves. It's likely he sensed your nascent attraction before you were fully cognizant of it yourself. This knowledge fills him with a tender feeling he can't recall ever experiencing prior. Giorno knows the gratification of watching a plan come together piece by piece, but this is different. There is a degree of self-satisfaction, yet it's tempered by this profound warmth that eludes definition. He's determined to preserve and nurture your affection until it's ripe for the harvest.
Bruno initially experiences what can best be described as radiant joy. There's a lightness to him, this alacrity that those who know him can identify immediately. A local elderly woman asks if the signore might be in love, a question which flusters the usually stern young man. He deflects the inquiry without his usual grace, confirming the woman's suspicions. He didn't think it possible, but his adoration for you reaches new heights. He is brought back down to earth as his more pragmatic side kicks in. There will be difficulties ahead, but rather than this thought ruining his elation, it refines it. These difficulties will be navigated with you beside him. He recognizes it as a prideful thought, but in the moment, he feels invincible, like any obstacle can be bested.
Fugo goes through a wild torrent of emotions. Doubt, apprehension, joy, suspicion, fear, gratitude, anxiety; it's as if he's being pummeled by wave after wave. Eventually, he settles on unreality. This must be a dream, right? He can't rationalize it any other way. Then he berates himself for what must be an act of supreme egoism on his part. Surely he's misinterpreting your behavior, reading into what isn't there. And yet... is he? You feel something for him, something positive and promising. It perplexes Fugo, gnaws at him, haunts him every waking moment and beyond. The ambiguity is what gets to him the most. He values rationality, objectivity, the realm of fact. He's out of his depth and he knows it. Nonetheless, a creeping giddiness settles over him. Maybe, just maybe, his life needn't be so despondent after all.
As a gunslinger, Mista has a keen eye for opportunity, and that's exactly what this is: the chance he's been waiting for. He's not going to let it pass him by. Still, he doesn't rush in without tact — no, that isn't his style. If he's waited this long, a few more days won't be the end of him. He takes the additional time to test the waters, ensuring that he isn't imagining things. You fluster easily in his presence, acting uncharacteristically bashful when he throws an arm around your shoulder or hits you with a flirtatious remark. This confirms it. Once he's confident that you have the slightest bit of interest, he's ready to strike. Expect to be asked out to dinner with a few cheesy one-liners thrown in for good measure.
Narancia's heart rate reaches concerningly high levels when the realization dawns on him. He's bouncing off the walls with energy, talking to himself, laughing, with a near manic look in his eyes. You like him, you like him, you like him! Is this what pure bliss is? No liquor has ever brought him this level of intoxication, it's an experience unlike any other. He's filled with the urgency of a man who has lost much and is unwilling to suffer fate's cruelty again. Not this time, he tells himself, resolved to confess to you the instant he sees you, no matter the circumstances. He'll do it in the middle of a public plaza if that's where your paths cross next. What a day to remember! He's on glide nine, actually skipping along, whistling tunes of his own design. Bystanders wonder if he'd won the lottery or came upon an immense inheritance from some distant relative. Should anyone ask, he dismisses the speculation. As if material wealth could be responsible! Narancia reveals without a hint of shame that he's to have the girl of his dreams.
Abbacchio feels akin to a drowning man who has realized, by some ironic twist of providence, that the lifeboat coming his way is headed along the path that sunk his ship. That is to say he foresees disaster. Temporary salvation for himself, perhaps, but at the cost of your vitality. He tells himself he'd rather remain a social pariah. It's easier that way, simpler too. Every day is the same, monotonous, nothing great or terrible occurring. He just exists. Who in their right mind would get attached to him? He'll express this to you without mincing his words, though it hurts him to trample over your naïve hopes. Imagine his surprise when you listen with the gravity the situation deserves, think it over for about five seconds, shrug, and say you'll give it a go anyway. Is it wrong that s mall part of him hoped for that kind of response?
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
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