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I might need to change the format of how I do relationship hcs but that's going to be after this one,,,

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📝 Faust / Don Quixote with a stressed, uni student gn s/o during the summer exam session [ 𖹭 headcanons ]

A/N: might be a little ooc, it's my first time writing for them.. and a fan-work in english probably :D

🎠 DON QUIXOTE ~~

Don is absolutely insistent on staying in your room while you study – either by your side, on a neatly prepared additional chair (so she can loudly breathe into your ear LOL, lovely accidental mouth-breather🩷) or on your bed, reading fixer-magazines or just relaxing

if you ask her, she will be absolutely ECSTATIC to either quiz you or check your mock test – a dear knight turned professor?!..

but don't even bother asking her for help in understanding the material.. don't get me wrong: she is intelligent, as well as she is knowledgable – but only in the fixer and justice department(!)

if your preferred method of studying is blurting, oh she will be *seated* and *attentive* like no one else: "I am ready for thy wise words, my dear! Prithee, bestow thy knowledge uponeth me, as we both will slay the unknown!"

during mid-day.. she might randomly leave your room – and come back with some snacks; either fruit or sweets. If sticky hands bother you, she won't turn away from the offer of hand-feeding you: how come a "wise scholar" as you can be so.. cute?! (but don't you think, she'll obviously snack with you: sticky hands are no obstacle to stop her from cherishing yummy crisps or sour grapes)

while reading on your bed, she'll make sure not to even gasp! she can't let herself distract you with anything, be it a giggle or a sharp inhale of surprise due to something happening in her fixer magazine.. maybe other than timely breaks during which she'll make you do jumping jacks – get that air flowing! (but don't you worry, she'll have you covered with every fixer news you missed – just wait after the exams :D)

but if she gets the permission to sit beside you, she might start reading through the material with you... or help you note-take, quietly picking out the highlighter colours you should use

for her, keeping you company is integral to gaining a good score – 'tis the comfort one needs! Because what is a knight and what is an adventure.. without their loyal squire?!

she won't be making you go to bed early – if being a night owl is your style, she's content with that; don't be surprised if you wake up with a blanket draped over you though, a fresh cup of coffee with a pastry on the side and a little note "Let's conquer 'tis day! 🤺"

there will be a lot of praise involved – from the fact that you finished a paragraph to even waking up on the day of the exam... This ray of sunshine might make you tan from how much she beams with excitement!

/en conclusión/ Don is a rather "active" study companion: she'll be all over the place while you're stuck at your desk – but for her, a suffering shared is half the suffering🩷 Please tell her how helpful she is, but beware! She might jump through the ceiling from happiness.

👻 FAUST ~~

for Faust, she wouldn't really indulge herself in your process of studying – she *already* knows all of it after all; but what might "worry" her is your condition and the amount of time you spend at your desk

every now and then she would enter your room with a quiet knock to bring you.. a fruit bowl. I picture Faust to be very insightful about your well-being and the way vitamins support the body and mind

she would have a bowl with meticously cut bananas, apple slices and berries – with a water vase on the side, have it mint or some lemon slices inside as well

it can go either way – she'll put it on your desk without a word and leave as not to disturb you; or if you inquire "why", she'll go on a rant: "Every fruit Faust has prepared is full of both antioxidants and healthy fats, which improve the communication between braincells. The lemon contained in water brings vitamin c, which is essential for producing neurotransmitters and protecting the brain from oxidative stress [...]" – her words, not mine! Be prepared for a great health lecture though

she will be trying her best not to bother you too much – keeping an eye every now and then without a word.. as if she was eager for you to ask her for help though

if you do ask her for help, be ready for.. a long note-taking session: Professor Faust's lecture will be a specifically catered and perfectly encapsulated key to passing!...

she will answer every one of your questions as well as repeat every part of her monologue you didn't catch beforehand

as she goes on and on about the topic of your exam, you might even see a shadow of a smile on her lips – she feels much heat in her chest.. for the simplest reason of her being able to charm you with her sparking intelligence and omni-knowledge

she will try her best to soften her somewhat arrogant demeanor; you're now her *best* (and only) student after all, but you might see her lightly furrow her eyebrows if some parts of material can't seem to get through you

she'll make sure you go to sleep at according hours, as she believes "studying at early hours is the most effective way" – and if she catches you trying to put your notes under your pillow.. yeah, those are getting taken away quickly!.. and a light huff might do too, how unserious it is to believe knowledge will spill into your brain by itself?

in the mornings, you'll be met with a nutritional breakfast and a cleaned-up desk, already prepared for the next couple of hours – for her it's *obvious* your mind is NOT! in the right state for such trivial matters

over-all, a very non-invasive "study companion" – her want to be as helpful and shine with her intelligence talks through her, but it's endearing on its' own. Please praise her, she deserves it.. and might even give you a very flat praise back – in her own "faustian" style🩷

-> No matter the results, both of them will be the proudest they can be: in their own special ways 🍀

*VERY SELF INDULGEEEEEENT, LET'S DO OUR BEST!!!! 🥲 Excuse any mistakes, eng is my weakest language atm! 😟🙏

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Please please please comfort with Sinclair or DonQui 🥹🥹🥹 could be Abt something related to the reader's canto or smth idk I just wanna see u write for my babies BCS I love your writing style!!!

Feel free to deny ts tho, ik writing can get rlly tough sometimes :)

Hope you have a nice day/night!!!

──── THE SHAPE OF CONCERN.

( gn.sinner.reader ) — there's a peculiar loneliness that comes with shouldering everything alone, and an equally peculiar exhaustion that comes from truly believing there is no one upon whom you may rely in return. while the rest of mephistopheles settles into slumber, one sinner in particular finds himself unable to overlook the uncharacteristic weariness concealed beneath your usual dependable composure.

ⓘ content warnings 、self-isolation, unhealthy self-reliance & primarily hurt/comfort.

ⓘ wc 、2,415

ⓘ an 、this was intended to be posted much sooner if burnout hadn't jumped me in a dark alley first. and since this request has been sitting around for like more than 2 months now, i did my best to finally finish it. hopefully it doesn't seem like i raw dogged the writing process too hard. if it does, no it doesn't.

at first glance, sinclair saw you as someone firmly placed at the top of the list of individuals he would never approach - unless sheer necessity demanded it.

you are distant, unapproachable, and intimidating. even a single glare from your place is enough to make him sweat; even the simplest joint observation of abnormalities leaves him feeling as though he is walking on eggshells.

yet on the other hand, you embody everything he could never be - disciplined, working more than talking, decisive and effective in combat, consistently performing beyond expectations whether pressure is present or not.

perhaps that is why - despite your personality, despite the way you twist a knot of discomfort in his stomach - he wouldn’t have it any other way. he admires you.

he longs to be like you.

and perhaps that’s the reason he finds himself always observing from a safe distance, always tacitly admiring your precise movements - far more intently than those of any of his colleagues.

thus, when fate finally decides it is time for your deepest secrets to surface - your canto - he finds himself overcome by a mixture of emotions all at once.

excitement - at last, learning more than the three words you barely utter out of reticence; anticipation - the chance to finally glimpse the layers beneath your stoic exterior, to understand the source of the discipline and restraint that always set you apart; and unease - the realization that what lies beneath may not be simple strength, but scars and burdens that shaped the person he reveres.

as it unfolds, that fear proves not entirely misplaced.

the canto does not expose strength so much as it lays bare something far more fragile - something you had never intended for others to see.

and though resolution may come in time, in this moment, there is no comfort to be found in it - sinclair understands that much.

therefore, it is no surprise that you remain awake beneath the moon’s rise, long past its arrival. but then, why is he here too?

. . . to put it simply, he couldn’t help himself. whether his attempt will succeed or not, he feels compelled to try. he can’t stand idly by while the one he respects endures such a state, as though sinclair himself were suffering in equal measure.

thus - slowly, carefully, deliberately with each step - sinclair makes his way toward where your slightly rigid form sits.

the moonlight filters through the dull, grey‑toned window of the bus, painting you in pale strokes of silver as shadows ink themselves into the corners, fragments of the quiet night stitched across your figure.

he pauses for a moment, taking a breath hesitantly, as if the distance between you is more than just a few steps. it feels like crossing a threshold, like daring to enter a space that has always been yours alone.

yet he moves forward still, because the weight in his chest won’t let him stay still no matter what. admiration has become concern, and concern has become resolve.

“um, h-hello,” he starts, the syllables tumbling over each other; hardly the way one imagines a proper greeting.

“hello,” you return, your voice flat and monotonous as ever - no trace of surprise in it, no indication that his presence has disrupted anything at all.

“i. . i noticed you’re still awake. it’s late, and. . well, i thought maybe you shouldn’t be alone right now.”

“alone or not, it isn’t something you should trouble yourself over.”

ah.

“i was just. . worried,” he admits, the words slipping out softer than he’d prefer, yet anything but a lie. “so i thought i’d check on you.”

as you attempt to form a response, your eyes widen - merely slightly, but enough to betray your genuine surprise all the same. as though of all things, his concern is the one you least expected.

of course it does.

you had always chosen to face it alone. every battle, every moment of dread, every lingering uncertainty - to the point solitude had long since settled into something familiar, something dependable.

something safer than relying on others.

and yet, here he is.

still standing here, still trying.

“i just wanted to let you know. .” he says, voice faltering again as he struggles to steady it. “. . . you don’t have to handle everything by yourself.”

“i know i’m not exactly the most reliable person,” he admits with a nervous breath, careful with each word. “but if you ever need someone to sit with you, or just. . . be here, i can do that.” 

“. . .”

“i know the silence can be overbearing sometimes.”

the words settled between you, lingering within the bleak atmosphere of the bus long after they had been spoken. for a brief moment, you found yourself simply staring at him. perhaps it was because you had expected many things from sinclair tonight - awkward encouragement, hesitant attempts at comfort, even nervous rambling - but not this. not concern directed toward you with such sincerity that it bordered on painful.

yet despite the surprise, you found yourself unable to dismiss it. instead, your gaze drifted toward the empty seat beside you. after a moment's hesitation, you outstretched a hand and gestured toward it in silent invitation.

sinclair's eyes widened ever so slightly before relief softened the tension in his shoulders. he wasted little time accepting the offer, carefully lowering himself into the vacant seat as though fearful that lingering too long might somehow cause you to change your mind. even then, he remained cautious, leaving a respectful distance between the two of you - close enough to be considered company, yet far enough to avoid intruding upon whatever boundaries he imagined you might have preferred.

for a while, neither of you spoke.

the silence that followed wasn’t particularly comfortable, but neither was it unpleasant. it simply existed. unlike the countless nights before, it no longer pressed against your chest with suffocating weight, nor did it seem intent on swallowing every thought that crossed your mind. 

outside the windows, the city remained awake despite the late hour. distant lights flickered across the darkness, their reflections dancing faintly against the glass. from where you sat, they almost resembled stars scattered carelessly across the horizon, too far away to reach and yet impossible to ignore. 

sinclair appeared content simply to remain there.

he didn’t attempt to force conversation, didn’t pry into wounds you clearly had no desire to discuss - instead, he sat quietly at your side, hands folded neatly within his lap as if afraid even the smallest movement might disturb the fragile peace that had settled between you.

for someone who viewed himself as unreliable, sinclair possessed a remarkable talent for staying precisely where he was needed.

and though you would never admit such a thing aloud, you found that you didn’t mind his presence nearly as much as you once thought you would.

“. . . you think so?” after a considerable amount of time spent simply sitting beside one another and allowing the silence to drift where it pleased, your voice finally rises to meet the stillness. the question hangs between you for a moment, suspended somewhere within the pale moonlight filtering through the bus windows.

sinclair turns toward you. 

“yeah.”

the champagne-haired man answers without much hesitation this time. his voice remains characteristically soft, although there is a certainty to it that wasn’t there before.

“i do.”

for a brief moment, he seems content to leave it at that.

then, as if realizing such a short answer may not sufficiently explain himself, he lowers his gaze toward his hands and continues.

“i mean. . . i know everyone needs time alone sometimes. i do too.” a faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips, small enough that it nearly disappears before it fully forms. “but there's a difference between wanting to be by yourself and feeling like you have to be.”

his gaze drifts back toward the darkened window as he speaks, watching his reflection blur amongst the distant lights beyond the glass. perhaps it’s easier to say these things when he isn’t looking directly at you. perhaps it’s because he understands the feeling far better than he wishes to admit.

after all, there had once been a time when he believed every burden placed upon his shoulders belonged there; a time when guilt felt so natural that he scarcely questioned its presence. even now, despite everything he had endured and overcome, traces of that habit remained stubbornly woven into him.

it’s difficult to ask for help when one becomes accustomed to suffering in silence.

maybe that is precisely why he came here tonight.

“you know,” sinclair continues after a brief pause, fingers idly smooths a wrinkle from his sleeve. “everyone always talks about how dependable you are.”

“how calm you stay, how you always seem to know what to do, even when things get bad.”

“whenever something happens, people look to you.”

the man exhales deliberately.

“. . . i do too.”

his shoulders stiffen almost immediately after the admission leaves his mouth. whether from embarrassment or simple self-awareness is difficult to say. regardless, he doesn’t attempt to retract it - there would be little point in doing so.

the words are true.

perhaps not everyone aboard mephistopheles looks toward you in moments of uncertainty - such a thing would be impossible. every sinner possesses their own opinions, preferences, and grievances. however, enough of them do. enough that when a difficult decision arises or circumstances begin deteriorating beyond control, their gazes often drift toward the same person.

“but nobody can be that person all the time. eventually someone has to ask how you’re doing too.”

the statement itself is simple. remarkably simple, at that. so simple that by the way he says it, it almost sounds as though it should have always been obvious. the sort of thing that ought never require verbal confirmation in the first place.

“we’re all human at the end of the day, aren’t we?” a small chuckle escapes him then. maybe an attempt to alleviate the increasingly melancholic atmosphere hanging over the conversation - if so, it achieves limited success. “we might be sinners, and we might be able to come back because of the manager’s power to turn the clock.” 

still, the smile accompanying it remains.

“but we’re still human.” 

“and humans aren’t machines. we can’t just keep going because circumstances demand it. we can’t keep carrying everything without feeling anything.” 

for a moment, his attention drops once more toward his lap, the golden shades of his eye dimmed for a fraction of second - as if there is this memory that drift by as he speaks.

“eventually we’’ll get tired too. physically, mentally, emotionally. . . sometimes all three at once.”

more often than not, people throughout the city treated such things as flaws - fatigue, hesitation, fear, grief,. . . they were imperfections to be corrected, inconveniences to be overcome. there was an entire industry dedicated to replacing human limitations with mechanical alternatives, after all. stronger limbs, sharper senses, faster reactions - countless methods existed for improving the body. yet despite all of that, a human heart remained stubbornly difficult to replace.

perhaps that’s what sinclair is attempting to say.

“people like to act as if those things are weaknesses, that they’re proof something is wrong with us.”

“but i don’t think that’s true.” his brows draw together ever so slightly as he speaks, gaze drifting away toward some indistinct corner of the bus. it still seems incapable of remaining upon yours for long. “because if getting tired means you’ve been trying your best this whole time - and doing it all by yourself, at that - then i don’t think that’s something to be ashamed of .”

“and with the fact that humans are social creatures at their core,” he adds. “i think it's completely okay to let someone else carry part of that burden for a little while.”

“that’s what we’re here for, isn’t it?”

ah.

there it is again - that peculiar smile of his.

small and unassuming, lacking the confidence or charm one might find elsewhere. yet despite its simplicity, there’s something strangely soothing about it. something sincere enough that it becomes difficult to look away from.

under ordinary circumstances, you wouldn’t have paid much attention to such trivial, insignificant things.

for the longest time, your concerns rarely extended beyond yourself - the thoughts, emotions, and troubles of the other sinners aboard this damned bus had always remained comfortably distant, separated from you by walls you had carefully constructed over time. it was a selfish mindset, certainly, but not an unusual one. humans, by their very nature, are selfish creatures. they learn to prioritize their own survival long before they concern themselves with anyone else’s.

yet somewhere along the way, your emotions had begun slipping through the cracks.

maybe the events of your canto had weakened those walls, maybe exhaustion had finally worn them down, or maybe you had simply grown careless.

whatever the reason, enough had escaped for someone - sinclair, in particular - to notice. enough for him to walk across the bus in the middle of the night and sit beside you now.

curiously, the realization fails to evoke either the instinctive unease or the daily void you presumed it might.

as robotic and emotionless as you may appear, you have always despised being understood too effortlessly. despised being read like a book. despised the sensation of someone peering beneath the surface and uncovering the vulnerabilities you worked so carefully to conceal. despised being stripped of the armor you forged, left exposed in ways you never consented to.

yet as you sit beside him now, listening to the quiet conviction in his voice and observing the awkward earnestness that accompanies every word, those feelings fail to arrive.

all you find instead is a sense of understanding within his companionship. 

and perhaps, for the first time in a very long while - someone who showed you that your colleagues admire you, that they recognize how dependable you are. someone who reminded you that it’s acceptable to let others carry the weight for a while. someone who checked in on how you were doing. 

as your own gaze meets his shimmering golden eyes, you finally acknowledge that you are not alone, nor were you ever meant to be.

© paddling-dawn - all rights reserved. no plagiarism · edits · reposts · translations.

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my contract stipulates I must appear every couple of days in your inbox

How we doing

once again I must ask of you to get out of my house

bring that crazy magician with you as well, don't leave her with me

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I have been following you for a while but I only now just worked up the courage to interact with you (a common thing with me). Your writing is honestly beautiful and I hope one day I get the inspiration to write as well as you. Honestly I go through your stuff when I feel bored. Thank you for your contributions

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Thank you~ I'm happy to see this ask jkdgsdgs

though I do want you to know that I've been writing fanfic for 6-ish years now and my writing was atrocious back when I first started so you'll definitely be able to write as well as me one day, maybe even sooner than I did

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Seeing other people make art of the things you write completely reminded me of that time I made a character based on white knight cuz of how much I adored your male white night gijinika x reader two months ago!

I'm still so happy to this day to have encountered your account on tumblr 🥹 you're like literally my favorite writer here

gkjddg I'm honoured!! if you don't mind I'd love to know more about your oc 👉 👈 but it's fine if you don't want to

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it is I!!! 🌸!! but off anon this time ehehe I come back with the promised doodle!! :D

sdjknsdgs they're both so cute 🫶🫶,,,, walking away with a Hong Lu and Dante shaped throat

Also hello. hi. I want you to know that I spent a good minute looking at my screen when I saw a notification when I woke up at midnight today because my favourite Hong Lu artist??? interacting with me??? thought I was dreaming so I went back to sleep shjdbgjsdgs 😭 I'm so honoured you don't even know,,,,

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Hii! I’ve just read you don’t get many compliments on your writing??? It’s a real shame, because you’re one of my favorite authors to read on this site :(

I pretty much check your account every day to see if you’ve posted something because I really enjoy reading your insights and the things you write, so I got a bit sad reading you don’t get complimented (Unfortunately I’m also a culprit of doing this because I feel shy about interacting w/ things in general)

So, just popping in to say I really like everything you do here! It’s lovely! I adore it as much as I adore reading your opinions! I’m a rookie writer myself and the way you characterize characters is something I usually look up to when it comes to writing myself— you’re a role model for me in that aspect haha. That’s all 😼

Also, I recently discovered you’re into twst??? Omg???? Who’s your fave 👁️

Being shy or coming across the wrong way do seem like the biggest factors for why people don't leave comments. I try to do my best to be graceful for the latter case, which is easier to do with comments thankfully but I've had many misunderstandings with anon asks </3

Thank you though~ I seem to have quite a lot of writers interested in my works which I'm happy to see! I'm still working on that writing tip post but if you ever need tips for writing then feel free to send an ask kjsdgnsdg

Anyway my twst favourites are Vil, Rook and Riddle.

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Tell me which Sinners you think would think Herobrine was real and in Minecraft

Don and Sinclair. You could fool Yi Sang, Heathcliff, Rodya and Dante into believing Herobrine is real though depending on how you pull it off

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Seeing others do so has inspired some confidence in me. I wish to bestow upon ye my utmost gratitude, thine writings are what hath inspired me to do so too and thine encouragement got me to genuinely start doing it myself.

So thank ye for being such an inspiration, and having been so kind to me, despite my being a total stranger.

Thine fics bring me great joy to read, so thank you for writing.

(I speak like this now apparently, just know I truly do mean what I said here, even if I’m bad at wording it.)

dksjnfs Ray thank you so much!! I could say the same to you though, reading your fics brings me so much joy as well~

[binah-beloved]

quite tired. giving android Binah a hug and watching her quietly melt into your arms, curling her fingers into your shirt as if you'll disappear when she lets go. goodnight.

[thecosmiclake]

Reader (female or gn) has an established relationship with Don Quixote. Asking her if the reader can use her real name in private and/or doesn’t need to use old English around us if she doesn’t want to.

Any format is fine with me I’m not picky.

Have a wonderful day/night :)

Don Quixote my beloved... fun fact the lili song "Hero" is one of the many songs in one of my other fandom OCs playlist (Shovel Knight). I do apologize if she seems OOC or I don't get her speaking style right </3

(sorry Sinclair ur always next to Don and i want more art for visuals so ur offscreen larping as the reader)

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Oh boy. Well she surely is a firecracker in an enclosed space filled with flammable objects.

With her past being mostly unknown, she didn't mention you to the other sinners. With the new situation everyone was thrust into, it never allowed an opportunity to just roam the streets as a break.

It would be around the Hell's Chicken event when she finally got a chance. There was a bit of downtime after the chaos, but instead of staying with the group, she sped off down the maze of backstreets and shops. Dante had to promptly follow, their ticking clock blazing wildly, and the other sinners closely following.

Everyone ended up at one of the fixer workplaces, Don barging in with an extra box of chicken in her hand. And, right in the back, was…

"Donnie?!" "I. Have. Arrived!!!" Don Quixote was panting, nearly out of breath as Rocinante carried her deeper into the building. The box of chicken, now lukewarm, had a bit of the sauce spilling out of the packaging and staining the plastic bag it was held in. "I am terribly sorry, for I was sent on a glorious quest, and for missin- Urk!" She was promptly tackled to the floor as your own boots rocketed your body right around her waist, as you called out her name once more, arms squeezing her tightly. Your eyes watered, a sob ripping out of your lungs as you finally, finally reunited with your lost missing partner.

The sinners, after arriving and giving Don a bit of a scolding for just running off into the backstreets, then turned their attention to you.

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The intimidation dissipated soon afterwards. For some sinners it took longer, but they warmed up to you in due time.

The Backdoor ended up being made use of, apart from just using the basic rooms provided from Mephistopheles as a bedroom. The doors were… safe to say, a pain to try and figure out, but one ended up working out as one just a skip and a hop from where you lived.

Though it became a new task to make sure the sinner didn't abandon common self preservation just to go visit you gain and again after assignments. But after an event knocks out most of the city block you resided in, Don finally convinced you to join everyone on the bus.

Get ready to fret over her and any injuries she may and will get..

Rodya is always open to recommend places for you two to grab some takeout. With the bus always on the move, it's not really possible for the sinners to sit down to have a proper meal all the time (

She would tag along, sure, but she always gave you two some space, allowing for something akin to a date to happen. Just leave her to find out where to eat, and you'll have a great time.

You actually enjoyed seeing all the new sights (and horrors) as being in the city only allowed so much. Plus, having your partner back was a relief. You had so much to talk about, the places she already has ventured into, the others they have met, and those they lost. You were there to help comfort for those days the emotions ran a bit too high.

She didn't need to pretend around you. You were the place where the curtains closed and the all loving crowd awaited the next show. You provided a place to rest her head, have her hand held, and truly rest.

Remaining on this stage, she was no longer the only one.

It would only be after Canto VII where she pulls you aside and asks, while sheepishly averting her eyes and loud voice trickling down to a murmur, for you to call her Sancho. Only when you two were alone! And.... it's okay if not! She just wanted-

You take her calloused hands into your softer ones, nodding as you bring them close to your chest. You had the dream of riding into the sunset with her, and damn it all to hell will you find a way to ride into that sunset with Sancho by your eternal side.

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Enough compliments everypony, I'm starting to get overwhelmed

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I am... disappointed but not surprised to hear that ppl don't compliment your writing. I'm finding that comments in general are in short supply, which sucks (although I'm not really helping with the problem 😭 < guy who is too shy/never knows what to comment). to be fair, I feel like it's a symptom of the current internet, rather than anything any individual creator is doing. all that to say-

I adore your writing!! The characterization is always sosososo yummy. I get so very excited whenever I see you've posted something new^^ I like having little bite sized readings for... whatever time of day it is I see it el oh el. and ofc I like the longer ones as well wahaha. (Wayward Travellers still lives rent-free in my mind. that fic changed my brain chemistry on those two.)

good luck on all the requests! I hope you don't get overwhelmed!!

(I was gonna draw a lil doodle but I have work sob sob... I'll be back later with a doodle for you!!)

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Comment exhaustion is also very much a thing </3

Back in that dark and evil site called quotev (sorry I'm never forgiving them for nuking activities and groups, my toxic ex who I dumped forever....), I used to be pretty active and comment under every fic I read going into details that I noticed about the chapter because I knew that made authors happy.

I don't know if it's because I rarely got that energy back or if it was simply burn out caused from me being unable to enjoy a fic properly without feeling the need to comment about the positives, but that entire ordeal both killed my desire to read fics and leave comments. To this day I feel dread at the thought of having to write a comment and this was all like what, 4 years ago???

These were all really long comments so they don't apply to everyone but comment fatigue very much is a thing. I've also lingered on the ao3 subreddit to know firsthand how some authors treat their commenters horribly for the smallest reason, so people have a smaller desire to engage with authors in fear they'll do something wrong. There's more that goes into this too but we'll be here all day if I talk about them

Anyway I'm glad to hear that!! And oh god wayward travellers mention... I still need to write the special roleswap chapter for it but I've been. procrastinating.

Admittedly I am a bit worried about posting longer works on here (doomed yaoi lordlu one-shot sitting at 6+k words lol) because I don't know well they'll do but I digress

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i hate don quixote and faust please never write abt them... heh heh heh... >:p no fics no vigeyeahs no nothing... heh heh heh...

Noted, I will write a bunch of Don and Faust uhh,,,, posts, just to spite you