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Have you seen one of these dipshits? If you post regularly on ao3, chances are YES, but more likely you didn't notice nor suspect it was a bot. Sometimes they start off nice, or even praise you before getting nasty out of nowhere, like so:
But much like Grok, their newest obsession is nazism.
I don't know where they come from, or what purpose this could possibly serve other than suicidebaiting random people in the internet, I guess; but apparently they've started parroting names from real users to send these comments and shifting their general length to go by undetected. Maybe those are scrappers trying to train 'reviewbots' to be sold as part of some scam service promising to give feedback for newbie writers, who the fuck knows.
Here are more examples of the tone and backhanded compliments you can find in these:
If you regularly post on AO3 or interact with writers in it, please pass this along so they don't feel insane receiving bombs in their inbox. This is ridiculous.
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ft. moze and feixiao briefly at the end
fluff, ambiguous relationship, not necessarily romantic but there sure is Something
notes: did you guys know that foxes can purr??? life changing information
You were seated across from Jiaoqiu, tucking into a freshly made meal; courtesy of yourself. (You may or may not have passed out the last time you ate one of his dishes. To be fair, you probably shouldn’t have stolen his food. Still, you didn’t want to try more of his cooking any time soon.) Jiaoqiu took slow bites of his own share in between talking about a new dish—no, medicine he was concocting.
To be honest, you weren’t really listening. Your focus was occupied with something much more important: Jiaoqiu’s ears. More specifically, one question: How soft are they? You were so focused on pondering this that you forgot to respond to—or even react to—Jiaoqiu's chatter. He trailed off, having noticed your own silence. After a few attempts to verbally get your attention, he sharply whistled, snapping you back to reality. You yelped, Jiaoqiu's mouth curling into a teasing grin at the sound. “What’s got you so quiet, huh?”
Flustering a bit at being caught, you opted to very smoothly avoid the topic. Shoving a bite of food in your mouth, you chattered, “Mmm! Wow, this food, huh? I think this might be my best dish yet!” You made an exaggerated hum of satisfaction. Jiaoqiu merely raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is that so?" he asked, his tail swishing with amusement. (Which may or may not have reignited your earlier thoughts, only redirected to his tail this time.) You gave a louder than necessary, "Yes! Definitely." Which only served to make his grin widen. He leaned in, resting his head on his intertwined hands. You fidgeted, the atmosphere suddenly growing ominous. He tilted his head, ears swaying tantalizingly. (You struggled to not stare at them again.) "I'm just quite interested as to the reason for your sudden silence earlier." His voice gained a threatening(?) edge, causing you to sweat at the pressure. "Considering your previous inclinations," he leaned in closer, "I would quite confidently wager you were staring quite intently at my ears earlier."
"I plead the fifth."
Jiaoqiu huffed a laugh, sitting back up. He tilted his head, bemused. "What does that even mean?" You were about to elaborate, but he shook his head. "Never mind. If it’s you, it’s ok."
You stared at him blankly. "Huh?"
"It’s ok if you’re the one staring," Jiaoqiu started, tail swaying. (Which you zeroed in on. You would've spaced out staring again if not for him continuing to speak.) "Would you like to feel them?" He offered. You short circuited, once again letting out an eloquent, "huh?" Jiaoqiu simply chuckled and repeated his question. After a beat of silence, you finally processed his words, practically jumping out of your seat in excitement. "Wait, you’d really let me touch? For real?" He simply inclined his head towards you.
"Jiaojiao, I could kiss you." He raised an eyebrow—soft pink blooming across his cheeks—but said nothing. You stood up. "Hold on, wait. I need to get in position." He merely hummed in response and rested his head on his hand. Waiting, he listened to your approaching steps and chuckled at your antics, a fond smile on his face. After relocating yourself, you raised your hands. "Ok. Can I just. Go for it?" He inclined his head to you once again. "Go ahead." You excitedly reached out, stars practically in your eyes. "Yay! Ok. Here I go."
You made contact with Jiaoqiu's ears and immediately gasped. "Aeons, your ears are so soft." You tenderly stroked his ears, marveling at how soft and fluffy they were to the touch. "So, so soft," you murmured. Jiaoqiu hummed, unconsciously leaning into your touch. 'I wonder what hair products he uses,' you idly wondered. You continued on in silence for a few blissful minutes, with you eventually starting to run your fingers through his hair as well, though you'd always return to petting his ears. He started leaning closer and closer, eventually faceplanting into your chest. His arms ended up loosely wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. Not that you minded. (Or noticed. You were incredibly lost in the sauce.)
Eventually, a low rumble snapped you out of your softness-induced daze. Confused, you started looking around, trying to figure out where it came from. (Though, your hands were still fully occupied with Jiaoqiu's head.) It took a few seconds, but you finally realized that the source of the rumble was currently nuzzled in your arms. You gaped as realization fully hit you. "Jiaoqiu…" He shifted slightly, raising his head to face you. With an airy tone, he responded, "Hm?" You felt warm, unbelievably endeared. You stared for a moment. His hair was slightly tousled from the light breeze, the dappled lighting coming through the trees somehow making him look even softer, his tail slowly swishing, the way he raised his brow in confusion… Oh. You'd been staring for too long. Coming back to reality, you finally asked, "Are you purring?" You watched his face freeze, lips forming a thin line. "…No." (Lies. He was still purring as he said that.) At that very moment, you scratched behind one of his ears, which caused his purring to get louder. A warm grin spread across your face. "Uwaa~ You totally are!" He turned away. "Nope."
"You definitely are."
"Certainly not."
Suddenly, you noticed Jiaoqiu turning red. "Oh my goodness, are you blushing?" He flustered, briefly tensing up before attempting to hide his face in your chest. "No. No, I'm not." You grabbed his shoulders, backing up a little so you could see his face again. "Oh yes you are!!" Your smile grew, voice growing bubbly with glee, "Uwa~! Your face matches your hair!" At this point, Jiaoqiu fully pulled away from you, covering his face with his hands. "Ok, that's enough," he groaned, a barely noticeable tremor in his voice. "No more touching for you."
"Noooo~! Please!!! Don't deprive me of this joy!! Jiaojiao I beg!!!"
"Then beg."
"Aaaaah…"
"Jiaoqiuuu… I'm sorryyy," you cried, flopped over the table. "Pleaseeeee let me touch once more… I won't tease any more, I promiseee…"
Moze silently watched you from across the room, trying to figure out what he should do, if anything. You'd been sulking ever since you and Jiaoqiu came back from lunch. Moze asked Jiaoqiu about it at first, but he merely waved Moze off, telling him to let you be. For the next several hours, Moze watched you beg while Jiaoqiu continually rebuffed you with various non-answers. Feixiao even dropped by to check in, but ended up staying to watch the show. She also asked Jiaoqiu about your state, but he brushed it off with the same nonchalance he'd been treating you with this whole time.
Eventually, Jiaoqiu sighed. "You've been asking for hours now. Are you gonna stop if I say no?" You paused, frown deepening. "Yeah…" Moze thought you looked like you were about to cry. Jiaoqiu's expression softened, hearing your heavy voice. "Fine. Well, if you stop asking," —you deflated— "Then, I will maybe allow you to touch my ears again." You immediately perked up, gasping. (Moze heard a small "aww" from Feixiao's direction. He swore he saw stars in your eyes.) Jiaoqiu spoke under his breath, "And perhaps I'll let you touch my tail later." Despite how quickly and quietly he said it, you still heard it. You gasped, practically glowing from joy. "Really?! Jiaojiao, can I hug you? Please?" You clasped your hands together, eyes watery. Jiaoqiu sighed, but opened his arms.
"…Come here."
"Yay!!"
"Augh—"
Moze had to rush over to prevent you and Jiaoqiu from falling. (And scold you for being rough.)
back at it again with jiaoqius braid… but with a bittersweet twist - spoilers for 2.5!!
you gently wove three bands of the pink foxians hair on his right together, starting from the point he always did. the silence wasn't uncomfortable but the both of you could tell that there were words that desperately tried to fight their way to the tips of your tongues - words of concern laced with comfort behind, worry, anger… relief.
it didn't go unmissed how jiaoqiu’s tail found its way to your waist, curling the soft fur around and bringing you subconsciously closer to him. you couldn't see his face, your view only being the back of his head, but you could take a guess that he wasn't the happiest. it was a difficult change, more so for him than you but you quickly took note of anything that he needed you to help with - although for the most part he insisted he was fine.
reaching the bottom of the part you had braided, tying off the end temporarily and pinning it to the middle of his head before turning to his left side and beginning to repeat the process. when the news was first broken to you, you wished nothing more than to put hoolay through the worst. that being if he was still alive, but his execution didn't bring you enough satisfaction.
jiaoqiu knew your thoughts had drifted, mainly by the fact that you accidentally started tugging a bit harder on his hair than he would've preferred. in a way it was kind of sweet that you cared so much, but realistically there was nothing you could do to change what happened. it was his choice after all, he should bear the consequences, even if he never planned to be around for them to happen.
you two still had to adjust, either permanently or until feixiao fulfilled her promise to him and found a healer to help. but you two would make it work. you finished braiding his hair, connecting the two sides and placing the final touches, before proceeding to stand up - to which jiaoqiu followed, tail still firmly wrapped around your waist although it noticeably moved to wrap your wrist.
you looked over to him, smiling. and although he couldn't see your smile anymore, he could tell what you were doing and so he smiled back. he could no longer see you, but he was confident that your beauty would forever be engraved in his mind. and as corny as it sounded to him, as long as he had you by his side, he reckoned he'd be just fine. you both would.
WHY DID THEY DO THAT TO HIM??? at least he's not dead but man :(
ꕤ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . jiaoqiu . gn reader — 0.5k ノ flirting . bantering . teasing ノ either early in the relationship or dating phase ノ lighthearted fluff with little annoyances :3
He’s so mean when flirting with you. You’re sure of it — that it must be flirting. Because what else for would he cling to your shadow, following step after step like a lost puppy, not an adult foxian with great responsibilities?
Pulling by your hair a mere inch whilst he could’ve simply tapped your shoulder or call your name. Fanning you on a hot day, but suddenly the air gets even hotter as he lets the red feathers blaze little sparks of fire into your face. He giggles at your complaints and curses thrown at him as you wipe the sweat off your forehead. Him giving you a special dish, your favourite, but as soon as the familiar taste melts on your tongue, you’re struck with a pang of spiciness beyond what you could endure.
But these mischievous games are far from how it would look if he were but an annoying little boy picking on you at the playground. Never crossing that invisible boundary where you would get frustrated beyond repair with saccharine compliments and kisses blown in the air, and, sometimes, a glass of milk to soothe the burn on your palate. You don’t think about cutting off that complicated relationship. In that, you must agree, however hesitantly, he’s respectful.
To a degree. You just think he needs a gentle reminder every now and then. A firm talk, with careful words.
So, when you find him slacking off, alone, in the shadows of a bamboo grove by the alchemical quarters, you waste no time dragging him by the sleeve to a more private place. A storage room, which isn’t empty of wooden boxes, but is certainly unused by other people who do not want to be forced to clean the space once found near the doors. The foxian seems completely unbothered by the change of location, only smirking at you and wondering if you’re that eager to dally with someone who’s supposedly making your blood boil.
You can always convince him with a real kiss, the one that later will sizzle on your lips because he had that damned chili sauce for lunch earlier that day.
“You’re insufferable…” You sigh after a defeated whine of feeling the glints of spice dancing on the tip of your tongue.
“Hah, but you wouldn’t want it if I was any different, or am I wrong?”
You wrap your arms around his neck, unable to answer. That doesn’t mean you dislike how he behaves, though, as exasperating as it might be. But that’s simply how he is expressing what he can’t do openly. Yet. You really hope it’s only ‘yet’ and not his definite way of displaying affection.
Another kiss forced upon his lips, so that the brat in him wouldn’t laugh at your flustered expression. He is only slightly taken aback by this gesture.
“Be honest with me…” You run your hands down his back and the pleasant purr rising in his throat reassures you to continue. “Will this teasing ever end?”
“Hmm… I’m afraid not.” He pouts, his ears flopping gently in an act. “Not when the outcome is getting to hold you like that in secret because you’re too embarrassed to admit that me pulling on your nerves is working.”
Your heart skips a beat and it takes all your willpower to avoid smiling like an idiot in love. In fact, you pretend to be angry. Angry at the heat rising to your cheeks. “Shameless…”
Hey pookie wookie please write a 15,00,000 word fanfic about Sunday Honkai Star Rail and Cowboy space pirate cyborg absoilteyl kisisng roses on thw mouth pleas pleas pretyy please I beg you 😟😳🤕🙂👅🫦👣❤️🖤🩶💚🩵❤️🩶🤎😂😎🥲😏
well. they say a picture is worth a thousand words so. this gif with like 10 frames should be enough
I just wanted to say- your two Sunday works is literally so amazing and cute, it makes me wanna kick the air and giggle in my bed!!!
Especially Sunday getting jealous over a literal bird??? So cute and adorable, 1000/10.
Also the art in the beggening and the end is so cute too!!!! I love the chibi bird and Sunday staring daggers at it, it makes me wanna poke his cheeks!!! By the way, do you draw that? you’re so talented!!
-anon🧅
awawaw thank you!!!
for the record, I was practically kicking the air giggling like a schoolgirl when I wrote those hshhshs
sunday makes me so soft lmao
and yes! I did draw the doodles
I'm actually primarily a visual artist haha, hence the slow updates here
hey all !! normally i wouldn't engage in something like this on my blog, but considering that it's happening to a friend of mine, i felt i had an obligation to speak out. sorry for clogging up the tags/interrupting your scrolling 😭
tldr: @/hxveneru has stolen the works of my good friend @lowkeyren not once, but twice and is deleting any comments calling them out.
edit: they've changed their user to @/yneri; if you've blocked them already, this doesn't really matter bc they're still blocked :) reminder to not engage with them, they're just looking for attention. block and ignore!
i know. fun stuff. proof is under the cut.
please note that i'm doing this of my own accord, and the only involvement ren has had in this post is me asking for permission to post it since, well, it's an issue mainly affecting her.
also i should say beforehand but. don't ??? send them death threats please 😭 we are better than that. i'm mainly making this to spread awareness about the issue :)
reblogs are appreciated to spread awareness.
first stolen work is ren's oneshot "drunk words, sober thoughts!" for aventurine here.
as you can see, it was posted on June 15th, a little over two months before hxveneru posted their own oneshot.
for reference. hxveneru is a new blog and all of their posts are in the month of september, proven here via their archive.
and here's the two oneshots side by side, with ren's on the left and the stolen one on the right.
notice how the oneshots are exactly word-for-word except for the title and synopsis? even the author's note is exactly the same. obviously i can't fit the whole thing here, but this should be enough.
honestly it's. i have to laugh at the audacity to just copy and paste like hello???
and here's the second work that was copied, with hxveneru's "diff scenarios w hsr men" taking from drabbles from two of ren's works.
these are the two fics that were stolen from, with their dates attached. both are posted far before september. links are here and here if you want to double check..
now let's look at the drabbles that were - once again, copy and pasted. first is blade's, again with ren on the left and the stolen one on the right (ren's is circled bc they didn't take the hcs part).
and here is the sunday drabble that was stolen.
so far, those are the only works posted on their blog. i was also informed that they had apparently stolen from @/exuvianen's post here but deleted it, but since said post is deleted, we don't have evidence for that so take it with a grain of salt.
but yeah! just wanted to let yall know out there, especially since the plagiarized works have already gained some traction and have 100+ notes on them. i've talked about them vaguely on my blog before, so if this sounds familiar, yeah this is them.
plagiarism is shitty, i shouldn't have to say that. it is not that hard to just write your own stuff. i know validation and publicity make you feel good, but stealing someone else's hard work is not the way to go. writers already have enough to deal with. just don't do it. what's the point of getting validation if it's not even your work?
again, don't send death threats, please. that's a bit far, and they likely won't even do anything since the plagiarizer has already been called out before and this was their response.
not a single ounce of remorse or shame. people have gotten way too comfortable on here.
also "who the hell is ren anyway" bestie you blocked her 😭😭 and ignored her ask to you. that's why ren can't dm her to sort it out privately btw, in case you were wondering.
anyways! that's all i have to say, thanks for sticking around this long and have a great rest of your day. hxveneru if you see this. hi ig ?? id say smth to you but i doubt you'd take it seriously so i won't <3
Chapter three: A shitshow and a happy ending (alternatively, Delia goes out and buys milk)
Chapter warnings: Attempted genocide, there’s murder, and heavy implications of violent events.
You hoped your skittishness had gotten the message through. If not, the Avgin were fucked big time.
And they were.
You had made a mistake, and it cost you the life of a young boy’s mother.
It was a miscalculation on your part, because how could you not have realized that Kakavasha’s mother was alive in the date you assumed she wouldn’t be?
You shouldn’t have let her go out there to get food as you entertained her children.
It was too late to regret things, you’d have to think now.
It was rather awkward to tell stories of hope to the children who knew another one of their people had just gotten murdered, but you tried anyways, to give them hope that they can be free from living a life they didn’t deserve. Looking at their innocent little faces made you want to cry almost— you refrained from doing so.
Hundred of hours passed by, and all it’s for is a dreaded countdown to a festival and a boy’s birthday.
You had heard a discussion outside, something about the IPC again. You scowled, snorting as you knew those cowards wouldn’t do jack shit for the Avgins.
Because why would they? Your feelings towards them continued to grow sour, and you had half the mind to ask Qlipoth if you could eat some of their people— surely, by the amount of planets that corporation have consumed they wouldn’t mind losing a few of their own.
The violent thoughts were shoved to the back burner as you instead focused on the upcoming days. There’s the telltale sign of rain, the heavy smell of it lingering in the air as you knew something bad was going to happen.
“Good lord help me.”
You sighed, big and heavy as you prepared yourself for the shitshow about to unfold.
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And you were right.
Thankfully you’ve managed to warn enough people that they’d run before the Katicans got to them. If you had been a human now, this experience would possibly traumatize you forever.
This event was no joke and you were close to just taking out your disguise but realized it’d be dangerous for everyone if you outed yourself. So you opted for gathering enough people in your group— some of them held into the hope of the call for help they made to the IPC, but you resorted to shouting that the IPC won’t be coming for them.
The others, those that weren’t in your group, had made it a point to scatter out into their own groups as well.
It had been particularly messy, but no one really fully objected to you once they came to the realization that there was no help coming for them at all. If you had been human, your head would have been utterly overwhelmed.
But you were an Aeon, and you were hell bent on saving at least a portion of these people if you couldn’t make do for all of them.
It would have been easier if your true physical form could interact without causing accidental harm or even death, but you have to settle for your projection, and hopefully it would be enough.
Your hope came in the form of the same rangers you’ve painstakingly summoned for weeks on end, Kakavasha being in the arms of Boothill himself. They made it just in time.
Things were taking a turn for the better.
There were casualties and quite plenty of them, but not in the numbers you remembered a lifetime ago.
There were more survivors than there were people killed, and while you knew their life wouldn’t be very easy as you wished it would be, they were alive.
Kakavasha isn’t alone anymore with his sister being alive.
It had taken some time for the news to cause an uproar; the discrimination wouldn’t be easy to erase still, but the Avgin were at least free.
Kakavasha woke up to a new dawn of the day and found a small piece of aventurine in his fingers. There were small, wooden beads strung together that accompanied it and he squinted his eyes to read what was intricately carved on them.
There, it simply said “Happy birthday”.
You were there when he had read it, and even if you wanted to stay, you had other things to do.
You pressed a kiss to his forehead, and wished him a long, happy life.
“Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye?” He asked, his grip on the beads tightening as his brows furrowed in confusion.
“I….” You hesitantly began. “I have some things to do.” You said carefully. “You remember Vertin, right?”
“Of course!” He nodded rapidly. “Wait… will you.. be going out there on a journey like her too?”
“Yes.”
“Can I come with you then?”
“No, you can’t.”
“But why?”
“It’s dangerous to stick around me.” You told him. “You don’t want to be out there yet, you’re not ready.”
“…..” Kakavasha’s lips trembled. “You’ll come back, right? The katicans wouldn’t be around to kill us anymore… you’re safe like me! Y-you don’t have to leave.”
“I know, but don’t let your guard down okay?” You ruffled his hair. “We’re safe, but we never know when this’ll last.”
“So you’re really leaving?” Kakavasha sulked, his little body leaning on to you as if a plea for you to stay. “Who’s going to tell me stories? Who’s going to play games with me and lose all over again?”
You flicked him in the forehead for his last words. “Hey, just because I constantly lose to you doesn’t mean you can rub it all over me.” You teasingly scolded him, the young boy only laughed.
“Delia.” He called out to you, shifting so he could properly see you.
“Yes?”
“Sister said you were raised by the katicans.” He said. “At least she said you were, I don’t believe it though. You look like me, and you’re nice.”
“Well, don’t let looks fool you.” You pinched his cheek affectionately and he let out a little giggle. “Oh yeah, also you know that gentleman with sharp teeth who carried you yesterday?”
“Mr. Boothill? Yeah I do, he speaks funny though.” You were tempted to tell this boy the poor cyborg just worked on a censor. “He said something about a “muddle fudger who scared everyone in my group shirtless”….. I think he was trying to say mother fucke—“ you coughed loudly as you covered his mouth.
“Where did you learn that word?” You asked, Kakavasha blinked as you removed your hand from his mouth, before looking at you straight in the eye with a certainty only a child would have.
“From you.”
You sat there and stared at him awkwardly. “Oh.” You let out not so gracefully.
He must have listened whenever you cursed under your breath.
“Don’t say any of those curse words until you’re at least as old as your sister, okay? If you want to really curse out someone, then follow after Boothill’s example until you’re old enough, got it?”
“Got it.”
“Good, now go to your sister, she has something for you.” He did as you said, however, before leaving the little tent, he looked back at you.
“You’ll come back, right?”
“I will.”
And you never did.
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While dipping like a cheating father on Christmas Eve was an asshole move, you knew some things were better off without you. You stirred Aventurine from a life he will never know, and for that you gave yourself a pat on the back all the while looking at the unfortunate rangers you’ve accidentally terrorized.
You’d have to apologize to them in some way, you thought to yourself as you saw the ever fading eye bags and the look of familiar terror in their eyes.
You couldn’t offer these guys therapy, but you could offer them bounty money.
You pointedly ignore the spooked look on their faces as the intercom on them kept repeating the words “bounty complete” as several notifications popped out of their phones.
Money was flooding into their account. Where that’s coming from? Best you don’t think of it much.
“I have a feeling it’s the shirtbag who sent us the SOS message that got us this.” Boothill grumbled. “Well I’ll be darned I guess. At least it was smart enough to get us to gather around that planet to stop some stupid shirt from going too far.”
“You think it could be a follower of Lan too?” One of the rangers asked.
“Nah, they’d fire a shot if they were. That one straight up went for your mental health— but I can forgive that I think, we managed to protect folks and answer their cry for help.” One of them answered.
And with that, you were satisfied, turning your gaze away from them to come back to the express.
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“Bruh.” You grimaced as you were subjected to the weirdest taste of coffee you’ve ever had in your entire life. It tasted like desolation brewed into an innocent little coffee cup.
Welt paid no attention to your suffering as you entertained Himeko’s whims, choosing to read a book instead with the broadcast as white noise.
One of Himeko’s coffees did taste good, but the majority of them tasted like they came out of Satan’s liver.
“Oh, there’s something new in the map.” Himeko said all of a sudden. “An unclaimed territory…” She glanced at you, and you innocently ignored her pointed stare as the broadcast rang through the parlor.
Hearing the words of the news and looking at the new planet— specifically Sigonia IV registered in the map of the star rail, she stared at you in semi disbelief.
“So that’s where you’ve been.” She whispered, eyes wide in surprise.
“The place didn’t have an anchor, so I couldn’t take you guys for an adventure with me.” Not that it was optimal for you to be taking them there anyway, it was better for the galaxy rangers to take over that role instead of the express.
Not because you didn’t trust the two people here, but because you simply lacked manpower.
“Besides, it wasn’t even fun.” You said. “There’s no weird monsters that looked like they came out of god’s recycling bin in there. There were just… people.” You all left it at that.
It had taken you moments to speak again.
“Anyways, where to next?”
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Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV (HERE), Part V…….
Jesus Christ this took a bit to cook. The jokes will properly return since the more serious end of the chapters is finished (there are going to be serious moments in the future).
I am on a roll and taking advantage of the creative juices before they run the fuck out.
Thinking about Sunday, who used to sing his sister to sleep.
Back when his strides weren't so wide, when his shoulders weren't so stiff and when his eyes weren't so dim. Back when it was just him and Robin, exhaustion wearing down the both of their small bodies, huddled in their shared bed with the stars - real stars, not the artificial glimmer of the Dreamscape - gazing down upon them.
Into the cold night air, he'd sing, a wordless melody crafted from what little memory he had of his home and his mother. He'd sing the notes of her embrace, the swells of her smile and the trails of her love. He sings without restraint, for he sings for his sister and the family she barely remembers.
He sings less as he ages. Robin is the singer now, taking to the skies on a sparkling stage. He is left to support her from the shadows, from behind the stage, watching her soar from the earth. Occasionally, he finds him humming a tune or two, only this time, it is not the song of his mother that he sings, but his sister.
As a young adult, the melody begins to die. He can't remember some of the notes, and the image of his beloved mother begins to fade. Work swamps him, and the role of Bronze Melodia is not an easy one to fill. Hearing the plights of humanity, both small and large, wears down on his voice.
When he realizes he's singing once more to his sister's songs, he stops himself. His tune has become off-key.
Years pass, and he has stopped singing altogether. The strings have been retuned to speak, to command, to console. The trill of the songbird is quieted, forgotten.
The catastrophe of Charmony Festival comes and goes, and he is cast away. With nowhere to go, he becomes a wanderer, traveling from planet to planet with no goal or destination. He meets new people, sees scenery that the Dreamscape could never hope to replicate, and witnesses, for the first time, the world of the awake.
During his stay on a planet he doesn't remember the name of, a child walks up to him. To them, he is not Mister Sunday of the Oak Family, nor is he the traitor of the Asdana System. To the children, he is just Sunday, or, to some of the mischievous ones, he is the "weird bird man".
The child tugs on his sleeve, the other hand rubbing at their eyes. They can't sleep, they tell him. It's too cold, the dark is too scary, and they miss their mom.
Sunday smiles sympathetically, and opens his clipped wing for the child. He picks them up - they are so small and light and frail, like glass - and cradles them against his chest. Above, real stars gaze down on them.
❀ ˎˊ- prompt: about their less human traits and what it's like to pet them
❀ ˎˊ- characters: jiaoqiu, dan feng, sunday
❀ ˎˊ- warnings: none
❀ ˎˊ- a/n: this is so self indulgent GOODBYE 🙈🙈🙈 i just want to. pet them. majorly inspired by the neuron activation i had when i saw jiaoqiu's tail. also this is my therapy/break writing bc LORD THIS ONESHOT IS SAPPING MY BRAINCELLS. long hcs incoming. like really long. except for like dan feng maybe. im sorry i got carried away LMAO yapping is my specialty. also uhm. ignore the title. i literally could not come up with anything else if theres one thing im bad at. its titles
❀ ˎˊ- taglist: @sh0jun , @themoderatelyawesomeninja, @xphantasmagoriax, @rainswept, @lucensei, @akutasoda , @naraven , @scribs-dibs , @apathicace , @flurrina , @iceunhie (bc jiaoqiu is here)
Jiaoqiu's ears aren't that particularly sensitive, to be honest. He doesn't mind allowing close friends or family to touch them, and, truth be told, he finds your fascination with them amusing.
The fur on his ears is relatively short, with the real fluff being on the inside rather than on the outside. That isn't to say that you should reach for those tuffs of fluffier fur; it's rather uncomfortable and you'll be heading towards a fan to the face and a temporary revoking of ear privileges. It isn't much of a loss though, because despite the shorter fur, Jiaoqiu's ears are still soft and pleasant to touch.
Now, you didn't know this until you came by it by accident, but Jiaoqiu has a ticklish(?) spot at the base of his ears that instantly placates him, as embarrassing as it is. If you reach your fingers and scratch at where there's a little more firmness at the base, Jiaoqiu's silver tongue is suddenly quiet and he can't stop himself from keening into the touch. If you look closely enough, you'll see his fingers or his shoes tapping, speeding up the longer you scratch. It's one of his biggest weaknesses, no doubt, which is why he'll get whiny if you scratch it for too long in public, lightly smacking your hand away with a flush on his cheeks as he scrapes together what's left of his dignity. His pout is just adorable though, with slightly puffed cheeks behind that fan of his and an agitated tail, but for his sake, it's best if you keep it in private.
Because in private, Jiaoqiu is the exact opposite. Once doors are closed and prying eyes are no more, he's all too eager to get your hands on him. Of course, Jiaoqiu wouldn't be Jiaoqiu if he didn't beat around the bush and try to nudge you into petting him in his own way.
He starts after dinner, when you're lounging in the living room or cuddling in bed, unwinding just before you go to rest. His hand will start to creep to hold yours as he leans against you, before wordlessly lifting it and bringing it to his ears. At the same time, his tail will drape over both of your laps. Not a word is spoken during this, because his pride can't take it, but you know him well enough to follow suit.
Once your hands are looped around his head and at that sweet spot at the base of his ears, Jiaoqiu practically melts into you. Maybe once or twice a brief murmur of content may slip past his lips, but other than that, he's pretty much set for the night. A few minutes will pass, and you'll look back to him again, only to realize that your beloved healer has already fallen asleep, a smile on his lips.
Also, one last thing because I didn't know where to put it. But Jiaoqiu's tail is warm - incredibly warm, and he'll let you snuggle and cuddle it during the colder months of the Yaoqing. It honestly feels like you're hugging a cloud with just how fluffy it is. Like the base of his ears, it's a no-go for in public, but once you're in the comfort of your home, feel free to hug and ruffle it as much as you like. Just be careful if it wagging suddenly and smacking your hand in the process. And don't mess it up too much, because then you're going to be the one who has to brush it out (you don't mind though, and honestly neither does Jiaoqiu).
Being Dan Feng's significant other can mean a lot of things, but there's one aspect that for sure comes with the package - that being, he drags you around via his tail a lot. That thing will wrap around you like a vine, tugging you to his side in crowded areas and even when in places where he doesn't need to keep you close, his tail will still be resting around your waist or arm, protective and honestly kind of possessive.
Coupled with the fact that he can apparently desummon and summon his tail at will, this makes his choice to cling onto you - no matter how subtle it may be - intentional. His friends from the High Cloud Quintet have definitely pointed this out numerous time, but each time he waves them off with a huff and a "my personal life is none of your business". He says, as he does it in public.
Dan Feng's tail is cold - unnaturally so. It's smooth and actually kind of squishy, and it feels like river water. This is especially useful in the hotter months, where it serves as a welcomed escape from the heat. Knowing this, Dan Feng takes advantage of the temperatures by using it as an excuse to cling onto you even more. Whenever he gets questioned about it, he just shrugs and says that he's saving you from a potential heatstroke.
Now, neither Dan Feng's tail nor his horns are sensitive. They're just like any part of his body - in fact, Dan Feng's horns are less receptive to touch; he can barely feel that you're touching them, and he describes it akin to static - kind of tingly, a little ticklish, but overall ignorable.
He does like it when you play with the small tuff at the end of his tail though, a pleased hum escaping him whenever you toy with it and his tail squeezes you a little tighter. Sometimes, when he feels a little needy or lonely and wants cuddles, he'll tickle your face with this tuff of fur(? even he doesn't know what it is, honestly) before wrapping it around your arm and dragging you to wherever he needs you.
Dan Feng personally doesn't really understand what your fascination is with his horns, but it's certainly not unwelcome. If anything, he welcomes it a little too much, smugness tugging at his lips every time you ask to touch them. Sometime he'll hold it over your head, dangling it like a treat, but in the end he'll give in, because he loves the smiles on your face when allowed to indulge in what is, in his eyes, a silly thing (he would never allow anyone else to touch him so brazenly, so know this and be grateful, knowing that this is a privilege allotted to just you).
If Sunday trusts you enough to let you touch his wings, congratulations. Be honored. Because this man has trust issue after trust issue and has so many walls that Qlipoth would be jealous.
Halovians in general don't let many touch their wings, as that right is reserved to family for the primary set of wings, and to lovers for the secondary set at their nape. The reason for this is simple - Halovian wings are delicate, frail, and sensitive; one wrong move and they could be crushed without remorse. You have to treat them like glass, because they basically are glass - beautiful, yet frail.
Coupled with the fact that their secondary pair of wings is so close to their face, it's a rather intimate act to touch them. Sunday himself, inexperienced in the ways of intimacy, had to close his eyes when you first pet them, unable to handle such close proximity (this man has kissed you before).
Sunday's secondary pair of wings are particularly well-taken of, since they're, as said before, right next to his face and seen a lot due to his public image. Now, it's a common headcanon of mine that Sunday expresses himself a lot via his wings, with them fluttering when he's happy, flaring up when he's threatened, and puffing up when he's startled. I personally think that most of the time, his wings are relatively stagnant since he has that persona he has to keep up all the time, but at the same time, he's usually unprepared for those times he does feel genuine joy that his wings just start fluttering without him noticing.
This is how you found out he liked you, by the way. His wings wouldn't stop fluttering around you until you pointed them out, and instead of giving you a straight answer he just changed the subject, to which you had to ask Robin (she was ecstatic that Sunday actually had finally made a friend outside of work and found someone he liked enough to this point).
Now, let's actually talk about petting the wings themselves. Again, they're very sensitive, which is why they are a private thing only. If you did it in public, Sunday would not be happy and would probably ignore you for a day. So hold it in. I know it's hard. You can do it.
Don't worry though, because the rewards are definitely worth it. Once Sunday has given you the go-ahead to touch his wings, you're met with a very rare sight - which is Sunday with his guard completely down. His eyes are always closed when you tend to his wings, as if he's asleep. The only indicators you have that he isn't is the flush of his cheeks, the occasional breath of laughter when you rub against certain spots, and the rumbling in his chest that comes after a few minutes of petting. Yes. Sunday purrs. Birds can purr, and so can Sunday. Look it up, it's adorable.
You're not allowed to touch his halo, purely because it's almost painful to do so - although the correct term would be overstimulating. Sunday's halo is crucial to how he perceives the world around him, and such it's always receiving signals and sending them to his brain. Touching it is akin to poking his eyes, and while it usually isn't too bad, it's jarring and disorienting enough where it's a no-no.
The same can't be said for his primary set of wings - that being the larger, darker set that lies under his coat. He doesn't use nor stretch these nearly as much as his secondary set, which is why they're also more frail. You'll have to help him stretch them out from time to time, and just the wingspan enough is impressive. Sometimes, on the once-in-a-blue-moon chance that he has them out, he'll use them as your shield, covering you from the sunlight or the rain when you go outside.
There's a spot at the base of his primary wings, just in-between where the two sprout from his back, that is particularly sensitive. When you were in the middle of helping him to stretch his wings, your fingers had accidentally brushed against it, which had yanked a very uncharacteristic yelp from him. He still gets embarrassed when you mention it, but he's now grown used to the feeling of your hand against his back. Now, the most you'll get out of him is a shuddered sigh, and a faint shivering of his wings, which tells you all you need to know.
In which no one believes you and Sunday are actually dating.
crossposted on AO3
ft. gallagher, aventurine, firefly, robin, sunday
fluff, established relationship, everyone thinks reader is just being parasocial about sunday lmao, not a lot of sunday screentime for an x sunday fic oops
You took a sip of your drink, leaning on the bar. “So…” Gallagher started, getting you to look in his direction. “Anything happen with you and your ‘boyfriend’ lately?” The sarcasm in Gallagher’s voice didn’t evade you, but you chose to ignore it and answer in earnest.
“Yes, actually. We had a lovely dessert date the other day. Sunday got a strawberry sundae—heh—and I got a banana split. It was really good, actually. We were thinking of visiting again,” you smiled, thinking about your recent date. You chuckled a bit, remembering how Sunday flustered when you wiped a bit of ice cream off of his cheek.
“Uhuh.” Gallagher looked at you with clear disbelief with an undercurrent of… was that pity?
You deadpanned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Gallagher sucked in a breath and set his drink down. He leaned in like he was about to deliver some devastating news to you. “Listen, bud—”
“Don’t call me that.”
“—I hate to break it to you, but just because you happened to be in the same restaurant as Sunday does not mean you were on a date.”
You stared at him. “You can’t be serious.”
Gallagher’s face contorted. “What’s that supposed to—No way you actually think that constitutes a date.”
“Wha—no! What do you take me for? I’m saying I’m telling the truth about us being on an actual, normal date. Not that…stalker stuff you’re insinuating.”
Seemingly giving up, Gallagher leaned back. “Whatever you say.”
You grumbled, “I’ll prove it to you, I swear!”
“His hair is so fluffy, Aven. I want to fluff his hair so badly.” You held your hands in front of you, mimicking patting the soft, blue hair of your boyfriend. “Ugh, and his wings! They look so soft.”
Aventurine nodded along. “They do, don’t they?”
You put your head in your hands. “I miss my wife, Aven. I miss him a lot.”
Aventurine laughed and pat your shoulder. “If you miss him that much, maybe you should start taking fancams or something.” You snickered. “Maybe I should.”
“Here’s a start for your fancam adventures,” Aventurine leaned in with a sly smirk. “Did you see that interview he appeared on recently?”
“Yes I did!” You clasped your hands together, stars in your eyes. “Whoever was in charge of lighting really knew what they were doing! He was practically glowing,” you gushed.
Aventurine grinned. “Right?”
You dramatically leaned into his side, pulling a hand to your forehead. “He’s just so pretty, Aven! I can’t take it.”
Aventurine chuckled. “He is rather handsome.” Deciding to match you in your theatrics, he put a hand to his heart with a little flourish. “I envy whoever manages to score him. Why, I might just keel over from heartbreak at the loss!”
“Well, I guess you should get ready, then.” You crossed your arms, shooting a smug look at your companion.
He sputtered and looked at you incredulously. “I—pardon?”
“I’ll have you know that Sunday and I have been dating for—” Aventurine cut you off, putting his hands on your shoulders.
He muttered something along the lines of, “not this again,” before saying your name somewhat solemnly, his brow slightly creased in concern. “Do you really think Sunday’s your boyfriend??”
You gave him an indignant look. “I don’t think, Aven, I know.”
Aventurine wiped away an imaginary tear. “Damn, I didn’t know you were parasocial like that.”
“I will punch you.”
You skipped down the streets of the Golden Hour, Firefly trailing after you.
“I’m so excited for tonight!” You beamed.
Firefly looked at you inquisitively. “Oh? What’s happening tonight?”
You did a giddy little hop and spun around to face her, “I get to spend time with my lovely boyfriend!”
Firefly’s eyes slightly widened in surprise as she gasped. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend! Who is it?”
At this point you both had stopped walking, pausing in some random street. You tilted your head and asked, “Eh? I didn’t tell you?” You put your hands on your hips with a proud smile. “Well, I’m dating Sunday!”
Firefly’s expression immediately changed to one you were becoming annoyingly familiar with. She opened and closed her mouth like she was trying to figure out how to break something to you.
Your tone turned flat. “What is it? What’s with the face?”
“I…” Firefly tried a few more starts before landing on, “Listen, I know you walked next to him that one time but I don’t think that means you’re dating…” She trailed off, chuckling nervously.
You slumped, Firefly letting out a little “ah” at the motion.
“Oh come on, I’ve walked—and talked!—with him on multiple occasions. Wait, that’s not the point. Do you not believe me either?” You frowned, beginning to resemble a kicked puppy.
Firefly waved her hands around slightly panicked, “Well, it’s not like I don’t believe you!” She paused and mumbled, “Actually I guess it is…” Shaking her head, she turned back to you. “It’s just… I know you and Robin are friendly and all—”
“What.”
“—but I don’t think that automatically extends to Sunday, y’know? Especially to the degree of a romantic relationship.”
You stared at Firefly incredulously. Bringing your hands up to your face, you sighed. “Why does no one believe I’m being genuine when I say Sunday and I are dating?”
“Maybe because it just sounds so unbelievable?”
You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “But why though??”
Firefly simply gave you a comforting pat on the shoulder.
You were practically draped over Sunday, lamenting over the fact that no one believed you when you said Sunday was your boyfriend, even after all this time. Sunday pat your head in consolation as Robin tittered. “Well, on the bright side, they’ll have to believe you after tonight!”
You sunk into Sunday’s shoulder. “I guess…”
Sunday pressed a kiss to your head. “Look alive, dear. Like Robin said, they won’t be able to refute it next you see them.” He paused. “Well, I suppose that depends on if they’re watching or not.”
You perked up at that. “Actually, I told them to watch this interview, so they should see it. I expect at least 10 texts the second I show up on screen.” You held your phone up and waved it. “And if they don’t watch it live, I’m gonna send them a recording. That way they have to acknowledge our relationship!”
Sunday chuckled. “That’s so like you.”
At that moment, someone in the film crew alerted you all to get ready. Sunday gave you a squeeze, leading you over to the filming area, Robin walking at your other side. The three of you smiled (yours a little less practiced) at the interviewer as you approached. After exchanging pleasantries, the film crew started the countdown to go live.
“Three!” Robin gave you a soft smile and a nod, which you returned.
“Two!” Sunday adjusted his hold to your waist, pulling you a bit closer.
“One!” You turned your gaze to the camera.
“And we’re live!”
The interviewer immediately greeted the camera. “Good evening, Penacony! Thanks for tuning in for today’s exclusive interview! Today I have with me everyone’s favorite pop star, Robin!”
Robin gave a charming smile and waved at the camera. “Hello everyone! I’m so glad to be here!”
“Charismatic as always! Along with her, we have the esteemed head of the Oak Family, Sunday!”
Sunday nodded and gave a placid smile. “Hello. It’s a pleasure to be here.”
“The pleasure is all mine! And last but not least, we have a special guest! Care to introduce yourself?”
You greeted the camera and stated your name. “Nice to meet you!”
“How charming! For those of you wondering, if you haven’t guessed their identity already… Why don’t you introduce them, Sunday?”
“With pleasure.” Sunday pulled you in and kissed your cheek. “They’re my significant other.”
As expected, your phone started buzzing incessantly, making you grin. You glanced at the screen, seeing glimpses of texts along the lines of ‘YOU’RE ACTUALLY DATING???’ and ‘NO WAY YOU WERE TELLING THE TRUTH’ before they were quickly replaced with more texts and even a few calls (mostly from Aventurine). You smirked, silencing your phone and returning your attention to the interview.
